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illyrian-dreamer · 7 months

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what do you think about brattamer boys?👀 like reader is having a massive attitude and is being spoiled and the boys aren’t having any of it😋

Now that you bring it up……..

Ok here’s my contribution to Kinktober 🙈👀

Bat boys x Fem!reader head canon

I have IN DEPTH thoughts a feelings about what the different bay boys would consider brating and how they would respond to it.

18+ under the cuff, please and thank you 🦇💌

Rhysand

So, being a spoiled brat would be almost impossible with Rhys, because he loves to spoil you and would never say no to anything materialistic

He would just call you his princess with a kiss to your forehead and splash that cash.

BUT - there the best way to brat with Rhys is by making him jealous 😏😏😏

This man has a sincere fear of things being taken from him, and he’s not afraid to claim what is his.

So maybe you leave your hand on another males arm too long

Or you make sure Rhys sees you flashing that smile he thought was only reserved for him at someone else

Rhys would slide up next to you, casually sipping his drink as he scans the crowd, feigning nonchalance

“You don’t think I know what you’re doing, darling?”

“What’s that?” You blink back innocently

Rhys grins, shaking his head slightly, violent winking out of his eyes, instead filled with darkness. “Careful. You’re only making it worse for yourself,” He murmurs before drawing a long sip and walking away.

You decide to push your limits a few more times that night.

When the party winds down, Rhys is no where to be seen. So you make your way back to your room.

You don’t make it far, before your pulled flush against him, one arm firmly wrapped around your waist, the other squeezing at your jaw, turning your yelp into a whimper

“I told you you’d pay for your behaviour, pet.” He all but snarls into your ear.

He releases you, pushing you forward, herding you to your room

Rhys isn’t much of a spanker, but he adores squeezing and toying with your flesh so you wake up with an array of bruises and markings that are only his

He makes you suck him off for almost half an hour, pulling his cock out every time he was close to the edge, forbidding you to touch yourself the entire time desire your pleas and wetness pooling from you

And when he does fuck you, he does it against the window, claiming this is what you wanted since you had flirted with the half of Velaris that night anyway

He is soo attentive with aftercare, checking in on you, cleaning you, rubbing ointments to your bruising skin

He pulls you into his chest, cooing at the whimpers you make when he tries to tuck you in

“M’sorry sweetheart, but you were so naughty for daddy today, and we had to set that straight, didn’t we?”

You could barely nod in agreement, lost in that after-sex haze as you drifted off against his chest

Cassian

As the War General, and most skilled warrior in all of Prythian, Cassian has had his fair share of being the disciplinary figure throughout his life

Which is exactly why you choose to brat on the mountains of Velaris, during an excruciating hike

“I said keep moving, initiate,” Cassian’s eyes were fixed to you, his facing growing sterner by the second

You stayed seated on the ground, crossing your arms triumphantly. “No.”

Cassian rolled his eyes then - you had been playing this game for almost five minutes now

Fine,” He gritted, a hint of excitement laced in his voice

Cassian pried you from the floor and threw you over his shoulder before you could scramble away

“ Let me down!”

But he kept on walking, moving you both to a more private section of the landing you were on

“Oh no sweetheart, you wanted to stay, so we’re going to make the most it.”

He hauled you off him, bending you over a boulder and kicking your legs apart.

“Wider,” He growled in your ear as he leaned over you, coiling his hand in your hair like a bandage

It took all you had not to whimper in anticipation as he jerked your pants down and ran his hardened meat against your slit

It was certainly not the first time you had provoked him in this way, and you knew exactly what you were doing when you had started bratting

What you didn’t expect was for Cassian to take you in broad daylight, while the rest of the group hiked ahead

“So. Fucking. Stubborn.” He ground out between thrusts.

“Is. This. What. You. Wanted. Huh?” For. me .to .fuck .you?”

“Poor baby, doesn’t even know how to ask for what she wants. That’s aright honey, I’ve got everything you need right here, and I’ll give it to you, one way or another.”

It’s those very words that are your undoing -well, at least for your first orgasm

Azriel

Oh no

Oh no no no no no no no

You are in big fucking trouble

Because taming your brat isn’t just a kink for Azriel, it’s a fucking art form

As a spy, Azriel knows how to evoke certain behaviours, how to break and fold and bend his victims to get the information that he needs

Soo he delights in the process of getting you to break and fold and bend (for entirely different reasons)

Certain toys evoke a certain kind of moan from you, certain phrases make you whimper or look up at him with those big doe eyes, others make you close them so tight like you couldn’t bare how it makes you feel

All of this was a game to him - and he took his sweet time doing it

That’s why you know, when you started bratting from the morning, refusing to drink water, giving him cheek when he suggested you eat something beyond drinking coffee, and purposefully broke so many of his rules throughout the day, you were working up to a verrrrrry long night

And let’s be real, Azriel is a service dom. He only ever wants you to be well taken care off.

So that’s why when you refuse his care, he has to do his very best to set you straight

“And what else did you do today, baby girl? Did you drink any water?”

You would have answered, if it wasn’t for your own panties stuffed in your mouth, your hands bound behind your back as you lay ass-up, Azriel’s hand stroking your bum lightly, soothing the spank he just emitted

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. This part hurt so good.

“Hmmmm,” Azriel growled, before landing another spank.

He cooes immediately, soothing it again. “You know I love you, right baby girl? So that’s why when you refuse to let daddy take care of you, I have to teach you a lesson.”

Azriel fucks you like a rag doll as he uses you for hours, telling you this is the “only way you’ll learn”

Did I mention edging?? Yeah you’re not cumming for at least the first few hours

But when he does start controlling your orgasms, he doesn’t stop.

He ignores your pleas to stop spanking and stop making you cum, but you really are just his toy for the rest of the night (and morning), as he proves to you exactly who’s in charge with a dominant tenderness only reserved for you

He rocks you after, saying how much he loves you and he’s sorry it had to be this way, and if you were a good girl the next day, he’d give you a treat

He’s incredibly observant the next day, watching you become soo agreeable and following everything he said.

You did it because you couldn’t bare another night like the last, and Azriel hid his smugness from you. Brat. Tamed.

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staystraykay · 1 year

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TokyoRev Dad's: Baby's First Words

Sup Freaks! Sorry I've been very MIA lately. Had a lot of things to take care of and sadly I just couldn't fit any time into writing for you guys. But I am back and ready to kick ass!

So, we're starting up the TR Dad series and we are starting strong. Baby's first words and the line up for the comback is:

Rindou---Ran---Mikey

So let's rock-n-roll buttholes!

RINDOU

“Come on, honey. Say mama.” You begged your nearly one-year old daughter.

Raiya had begun babbling and baby talking a couple of months ago. She’s made up her own little words for things she wanted or needed, and sometimes you had to have your five-year-old son Rhys to translate for you. Like when she started calling her comfort blanket her shushie. You didn’t have a single clue what she had been crying for all day until Rhys came in and handed her the small purple blanket.

“You wanna say it. I know you do.” You said playfully, making her giggle and clap her hands together repeatedly. “Mmmah mmmmah.” You said slower, making a funny face to try and trick her into mimicking you.

“Y/N?” You heard Rindou call out after you heard the door open and shut.

“In Raiya’s room.” You answered before clapping you hands. “Ma ma. Come on, Rai. I know you can do it. Say ma ma.”

“Hey, Angel.” Rindou hummed as he came into the room, blonde hair pulled half back, kissing the top of your head before joining you on the tiara rug. “Princess,” he cooed down at his daughter who was smiling and clapping.

“Hi Daddy!” Rhys came running into the room, launching himself onto his father’s back.

Rhys’s blonde hair was getting longer and along with his downturned eyes your sweet baby boy was looking more and more like his father every day. He even picked up on his dad’s death glare, which he mimics when he doesn’t want to do what you’ve asked.

“Hey buddy!” Rindou chuckled and reached his arm around to support the boys weight, carefully so he doesn’t fall. “Were you good for momma today?” He raised a brow and the little boy smiled and nodded his head.

“Yup.” He popped his p with a giggle.

“What about school?” Rindou pushed further.

“Green card all day.” Rhys said proudly with his chin held up. “Kouta had to move his card to yellow today.”

“Really? Why?” Rindou mocked a gasp.

You always loved that Rin was good with kids. Hell he was great with you even. So watching him be a dad, being a great father who was involved in his kids lives, well it made you fall deeper in love with him. When he had to work out of town he always called ever free second he got to talk to the kids, and with you. You were worried when you first found out you were pregnant with Rhys. You were only seventeen and rindou had barely turned eighteen when you found out. At the time you were afraid you were so young and he was involved in such harsh work you thought maybe he’d bail. But he hasn’t. Not for a single second once since the day you told him about Rhys. And when he found out about Raiya, and that it was a girl this time, oh you wish you could go back and relive the excitement and joy written all over his face.

“He threw a car at Kenzia’s head.” Rhys sighed. “I told him not to, daddy. Is told him whats you told me. Haitani’s don’t hit girls, unless it’s their butt because they like that.”

“Rindou!” You gasp and smack his chest. “Rhys, honey, you don’t hit gets period.”

The five year old snorted and looked at his dad with a matching smirk and said, “ok momma.”

Oh when this boy gets older you have no clue what you’re going to do.

“Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You sigh and toss a half hearted glare at your husband. “Daddy’s been hit one too many times.”

“Da~” you heard your daughter attempt to mimic.

You snapped your attention back down to her in shock. “What was that? You got it, Rai.” You smiled.

She looked up at you and Rindou with her big violet eyes. “Da~ Da~” she babbled again.

“Come on, Princess. Almost there.” Rindou encouraged her, picking her up.

“Da da.” She pushed out with a big smile on her face, giggling and shrieking in her little baby excitement. “Dada! Dada!”

“Yes! That’s right, Princess. Dada is right here!” He cheered and smirked over at you. “Suck it. She said dada first.”

You glare and roll your eyes. “So? Rhys said mama first and he was our first born, so I still get the crown.”

Rindou smirked down at you and leaned in to peck your lips. “Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled away, “you’ve always had the crown baby. My first princess.”

“Ew,” you laughed and pushed him away before getting up. “I’m the queen.”

“My queen.” He added with a sexy knowing look. “Maybe we can make another little Prince or Princess tonight when the kids go to sleep.” He muttered into your hair before picking up both kids and running out the room to play with them.

Good God, what have you done to deserve this amazing man?

RAN

“You’re hovering, Love.” Ran sighed as he walked in to the living room to see you and your son on the couch.

For hours now you have been trying to get your son Kouta to say something. Anything. You were getting impatient and you wanted to hear him say something. You could have sworn he said ball this morning but Ran said it sounded more like a burp. So, here you were laid on the couch, son on your lap giggling because his momma was making funny sounds and faces.

“He’ll say something when he’s ready to. No need to rush the process.” He added before leaning over the back of the couch and booped your son on the nose with one of his long fingers. “Ain’t that right, kiddo? Tell momma it’s ok. You’ll talk when you’re ready.”

You glared before flatly saying, “Rhys said his first word yesterday.”

Ran snapped his eyes to you and said, “really? Rin didn’t tell me.”

You shrugged and went back to playing with your son. “Katie called me yesterday and told me.”

“What was it?” He asked you, brows raised.

You shrugged again as you made a funny face to make your son laugh. “She didn’t say. We were on the phone and I guess he said it just then because she rushed me off the phone.”

“So she didn’t tell you, you just happened to be on the phone with her when he said it.” He deadpanned.

“She still would have called me.” You defeneded.

“Mmmm sure.” Ran continued to tease. “You’re not special.”

“Am too!” You snapped back, obviously letting him under your skin.

“Are not.” He amusingly continued. He always did love to see you all flustered and your feathers are ruffled up. It was satisfying to know that even after all these years and now a kid, he still could rile you up like this.

“Are so! Now take it back, Ran!” You pout, feelings slightly hurt.

You were a princess dammit. He better start remembering that.

“Mmmm no.” He sighed.

You looked to your son and faked cried. “Dada is so mean, bubba.”

Your one year old son looked at you and pouted. He looked to his dad and slapped his chubby little hand down on his dad’s head before curling up in your chest.

“Mama.”

Did he just-

“Aw, baby.” You cooed as he rubbed his little head further into your chest.

“Mama.” He repeated and you were just about ready to pass out.

“Someone’s protective over their momma.” You cooed and squeezed the baby close to you. “Mommy’s big protector.”

“Hey now, you don’t have to protect her from me.” Ran pouted and joined you on the couch. “I love momma too.” He whined.

Kouta looked at his dad and then looked at you.

“I know. He’s so whiney.” You said to your son, teasing your husband.

“Y/N.” He whined again.

You roll your eyes and look at your son. “What do you say? Should we share cuddles with dada?”

“Mama!” Kouta cheered and snuggled further into your chest.

“Sorry, Ran. You heard the kid. Momma only. No dad.” You taunted and mocked a shrug.

“Yeah right.” He scoffed before scooping you both up into his arms and curling up with you two. He looked at his son who was giggling. “You can share momma. I had her first anyways.”

MIKEY

Kaito, your five year old son, was helping you today and keeping his ten month old sister Miyo distracted for you. You needed the help today honestly. Miyo had woke up at six this morning and she hasn't ran out of energy yet. And with Mikey off handling 'business' today you had absolutely no help.

So, while you worked on making lunch to take up to your husband, Kaito decided he would step up and keep Miyo distracted. He was currently playing peek-a-boo with her on the living room floor. You could hear the gurgling giggles in the kitchen and every once in a while a childish 'boo!'.

"Kaito, honey, please go get your shoes and grab your sister's too." You called from the kitchen as you started to wrap up the bento box up in the black fabric.

"Yes ma'am." He called back and you could hear his little feet thudding off to his room.

"Hi Princess!" You cheered in a fake excitement for your daughter. She turned her little head towards you, her blonde hair cascading down from two pigtails. She clapped her hands with a big smile on her chunky little face. "Wanna go see daddy?" You asked and she squealed. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Here you go, Momma." Kaito said as he handed you Miyo's pink sparkly shoes Mikey just had to get her.

You son sat next to you and slipped on his spiderman light-up shoes before standing up to help you get things together. He honestly was mommy's little helper. You're going to cry when he grows out of this.

"I got Miyo's stroller ready, Momma. Daddy's lunch is in the bottom." He stated before he went to grab your purse off the kitchen table.

"Ok, buddy. Thank you." You smiled as him after you finally wrestled your daughter's shoes on. "Come on, Princess. Let's go see daddy." You sighed and stood up to strap her into the stroller. "Kaito, when we get outside you jump on the back ok? We gotta get there quickly today."

"Yes ma'am." He called from the front door that he was already unlocking.

You finally got both out the door and closed the house up. The walk to Bonten wasn't far from your house. Mikey liked to stay close in case he needed to get to the office for an emergency and also he said hiding in plain sight was always the best option. What cop would believe a known mobster was living a block away from his office? You didn't necessarily agree with that, but if Mikey went in he'd be coming right back out anyways so you didn't care. Half the damn city was in Bonten's pockets.

Thank you Kokonoi.

"Momma, can I push the livater button?" Kaito asked, still not quite getting the hang of the word elevator.

You smile down at him and rub his pale blonde hair. "Sure. You remember daddy's floor number?"

"P for pimp house!" He cheered.

"Pent house. Pent." You quickly corrected.

Sanzu probably taught him that.

You're going to rip his pink hair out.

"Penthouse." Your son repeated, feeling out how the word formed in his mouth.

You sighed as pushed the stroller up to the elevator doors. "Ok, Kaito, push the button pointing up."

"Ok!" He cheered and jumped off the back of his sister's stroller. "Up!" He chanted as he did his little happy dance waiting for the elevator to come down. "Up! We goin up! Right, Miyo?" You adored how your son always thought to include his sister. It made you a proud momma.

Miyo squealed again which made both you and Kaito laugh.

The elevator dinged and before the doors could fully open up, Kaito was already jamming his small body into the metal box. You tried to reach out to grab him in case anyone was in there he didn't need to see, but lucky you it was only Kokonoi.

"Uncle Koko!" Kaito cheered before launching him at the Chanel dressed man.

He looked up from his phone and saw you before looking down to the mini version of his boss. "Kaito. Y/N." He nodded to you before bending down to talk to your son as you joined them on the elevator. "How's the prince today?" Koko asked kindly before ruffling your son's hair.

"I'm good. I helped momma today." Your son bragged before giving the filthy rich man a big smile.

"Did you now? How'd you do that?" He played along.

It was always so funny to you how well Kokonoi did with kids. Normally boujie rich people don't like kids. They think there gross or loud or sticky or hazardous or in most cases all that wrapped up in a three foot body. But oddly not Koko. He loved Kaito and Miyo both. You remember all the too nice Chanel baby clothes he tends to get for both of them. The damned wind suit your son had on is an overly expensive Nike set Koko gifted to him as 'clothes you can get dirty'.

"Lots of stuff! But I mostly play with Miyo for Momma, so she can get things done." Kaito smiled even wider as Koko laughed and told him how good of a job he was doing.

"You coming to see Mikey today?" Koko asked you.

You nodded and said, "He forgot to grab lunch, and I refuse to let you guys suffer. I know how mean he can be to you guys if he doesn't eat." You chuckled sympathetically.

Koko nodded knowingly. "I was just on my way to the convenient store to get him something. He's been testy today."

The elevator dinged and opened up to the bonten pent house. Your son dashed out quicker than either you or Koko could react and before you knew it your five year old was out of sight.

"Kaito, wait!" You called.

You really needed to explain to him why he couldn't just run around in daddy's office. Or come up with a kid friendly reason. Telling your five year old that his father is a mobster who's killed people and beaten other's in this very office until they were unrecognizable.

"Daddy!" You heard your son cheer.

"Kaito?" The panic and confusion in your husband's voice was clear. "Where's your mother?"

"I'm right here." You sighed as you rounded the corner to see Mikey on the couch along with the Haitani brother's who were passing a joint back and forth and Sanzu who was cleaning his gun. "Kaito, I have told you, you cannot run away from mommy." You sighed as you gripped your son's shoulder.

"Uncle Sanzu what's that?" Kaito ignored you and asked the pink hitman about his gun.

"Huh? This? A nine-"

"It's nothing you need to know." You cut him off and glared at the man.

"Put it away." Mikey growled lowly and the hitman nodded and quickly took the 9-milimeter to his office.

Before you could turn on the Haitani's you heard the sliding of the balcony doors and saw the two finishing their roll on the balcony. At least the two of them had some type of manors. Who the hell starts breaking down what a gun is to a five year old? It's not like he doesn't have kids of his own. He has a son just a couple years younger than Kaito at home.

"Hi, Princess!" Mikey cheered as he picked his daughter up our of her stroller. "How's daddy's favorite girl?" He cooed as she squealed and giggled.

"Excuse me?" You snapped and raised a brow.

Mikey stiffened and then looked at you with a wink before kissing your brow. "Besides you my love."

"Mmmhm. Sure." You mocked rolling your eyes. "Well, your favorite girl has kept momma up since six this morning. Just playing and playing." You smiled at your daughter and cooed.

"Has she? You gotta let momma get her sleep, Princess. She's mean to daddy if you don't." Mikey teased and you shot him a quick glare.

You both started playing with her when Kaito started playing with his miniature soccer set Mikey kept at the office for him. Said he always wanted to make sure his kids could come visit him and have something fun to do.

Miyo noticed her brother and started babbling for him.

"You see bubba?" You asked as Mikey bounced her.

She looked at you then back at Kaito and suddenly screeched out, "Bu-ba!"

You and Mikey both froze and then looked at each other.

"Did she just-"

"Uh huh." You nodded.

"Bu-Ba! Bu-Ba!" She called out again and again, getting better every time.

Mikey finally put her down and she crawled off quickly to her brother, calling him as she did so. You looked over to Mikey and saw the pout on his face.

"Manjiro," You warned, "let your son have this."

"But I wanted to be her first word. I'm dada!" He pouted aloud to you.

You rolled your eyes and pecked him on the lips. "You're always going to be her daddy and she's always going to be your princess. Her first word doesn't change that. And you should be happy your daughter loved her brother. Maybe they'll be close and we'll be some of those lucky parents with kids who get along."

"Doubt it." Mikey scoffed. "Emma and I use to fight from sun up to sun down. Enjoy this while you can."

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danikamariewrites · 17 days

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Watch Your Step

Feysand x reader

A/n: happy day 2 and another Feysand fic! Comfort fics are some of my favorites especially for Rhys. Some of my favorite moments with him and Feyre are in ACOWAR and he’s just doting on her. @polyacotarweek

Warnings: descriptions on injuries and comfort

“Nyx, slow down!” You yelled over the little boy's screeches and giggles as he ran through the upstairs hall. You held your dress above your calves, feet carrying you quickly.

You jumped toys littered across the carpet. Sighing mentally you make a note to have the boy clean up his toys. “Bet ya can’t catch me mom!” He giggled, disappearing around the corner. “No running on the stairs young man!” He giggled again as you heard the sound of winnowing. You came to a halt. The three of you knew Nyx’s powers were developing. He could finally hide his wings on command like Rhys. But winnowing was very new.

The first time he winnowed he had taken Rhys with him. Ending up outside the Winter Court palace wanting to see his friend, the Princess of Winter. To know he could winnow so far at such a young age was impressive but terrifying.

Your thoughts raced you began sprinting for the stairs. Praying to the Cauldron your little boy was only downstairs and not somewhere unknown.

Not keeping your eyes on the ground you completely missed the pair of toy swords in a small wagon on the first step. Your bare foot landed right on the center of the wooden toys, splintering them in half. Not even getting a chance to right yourself your other foot stays suspended in midair as the wagon moves across the stair.

Your ankle turns and you feel something pop. Falling down the stairs backwards you let out a scream. You try to grab hold of the banister to slow down, your fingers screaming in protest. You hit the curved landing hard. Rolling to a stop thanks to the wall.

Thanks to the pain numbing your body and ringing ears you didn’t hear Nyx scream for you. Or the multiple pairs of feet thundering to get to you as quickly as possible.

Groaning, you roll over onto your back, trying to keep your breathing steady. You keep your eyes screwed shut at the pain still coursing through your bones.

Nyx was now sitting next to you. A little hand on your face to comfort you. “Like mommy and daddy do for you,” he said once.

“I’m ok buddy, I’m ok.” You manage through gritted teeth. Opening your eyes you smile up at him. Panic on his little features. “See, mom’s ok. Just a little fall.”

Nesta and Azriel are first to arrive, Rhys and Feyre looking destressed right behind them. Nesta quickly gathers Nyx in her arms much to the boys dismay. He starts fidgeting wildly in his aunts arms fighting to get back to you.

Before he can be told to Az winnows away to get Madja. Rhys scoops you into his arms making his way to the bedroom quickly. Feyre prepares you a spot, fluffing your pillow as Rhys set you down gently.

“Questions later. I don’t want stress her out and add to her pain.” Rhys says into Feyre’s mind. He looks back at his mate to see silver lining her eyes. Her hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb. “It’s ok angel, we’re here.” Feyre whispered softly. You squeezed her hand in response. The both of them could feel your pain through the bond and it was breaking their hearts.

Madja came bustling in as quickly as possible leaving Azriel to linger in the doorway. The old healer shoos your mates away, “I can’t work with you two breathing down my neck. Go with the Shadowsinger. I’ll come get you once she’s patched up.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. They’re hesitant to leave you but know it’s for the best.

An hour later Madja had left you with your ankle wrapped and strict bed rest orders which Feyre and Rhys took very seriously. For the next week your mates kept a close eye on you, not letting you move an inch.

“I still think you should keep your ankle elevated, my love.” Feyre sweetly chastises you a few days later. You roll your eyes as she puts the lunch tray down to fluff the throw pillow you abandoned a half hour ago.

“I’m fine, Fey. Besides, it’s practically healed.” She hummed, raising a brow at you, gently placing your foot on the pillow. “You want to tell Rhys that?” You sigh, dropping your head against the headboard.

Rhys has been worse than normal. Maybe because it was the worst at home injury any of you had sustained. He wouldn’t even let you sleep in the middle of the bed like usual. Rhys insisted you take his side while he slept in the middle so it would be easier to carry you out of bed.

Feyre placed the tray on your lap as she settled next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your delicately pointed ear. “How are you feeling?” She asks softly.

“Better. The pain in my side is gone and my head is fine, the only problem is the pain in my ankle.” Feyre hums looking back at your bandaged ankle. You start to pick at your food when you notice a card under the plate. Picking it up you smile. Nyx had drawn you many get well soon cards over the last few days. “Good.”

In the middle of your meal and chat with Feyre, Rhys made his way into the bedroom taking the other spot next to you in bed. He takes your chin gently in his fingers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. As if he was afraid of causing you more pain. “Hi angel, how are you feeling?” You smile against his lips, “Good.” He lets out a content hum leaning away from you.

As the week went on your mates let up on their hovering. When the bandage came off Rhys would massage your ankle every night, rubbing a special salve Madja gave you. While their overbearing nature at times can be aggravating, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’d never stop being thankful to have mates and a family that cares so much about you.

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 22 days

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Where The Shadows Dance - The Bodyguard (ii)

Bodyguard!Azriel x AutumnDaughter!Reader

CHAPTER II: The Bodyguard

SUMMARY: The Night Court must decide who shall remain to protect the Daughter of Autumn, while also getting to know the princess with a fiery soul.

WARNINGS: More misogyny! yay! mentions of alcohol, tw: beron (we all hate him its ok), people talking shit behind y/n's back, probably swearing i can't remember (also i just swore in the warning so like... it's possible), daddy issues!

NOTE: once again special thank you to my moots @icey--stars and @fieldofdaisiies for reading over my work! <33

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Sitting in the quarters Beron had assigned to the Night Court guests, the inner circle debated how to approach this situation they had found themselves in.

One of them was to play bodyguard for the Princess of the Autumn Court. Of course, there were many logistics to sort out, ranging from the most obvious one – who would be the assigned bodyguard – to smaller details, such as whether they needed more than one Night Court member to remain in Autumn.

“I’m telling you, they’re a bunch of snakes,” Cassian said firmly. “We can’t just leave one person behind. What if this is a ploy?”

“That is true,” Feyre mused, “but why bother to make a ploy at all? We fought in the war together, and an unprovoked attack against the Night Court would cause another war. And Beron must know that the other courts would be on our side.”

Amren sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree with Cassian. We can’t trust these people.”

Azriel stayed silent, mulling it all over. It was all true — fighting for the same side in the war had brought the courts together, but then again, there were people like Eris and his brothers lurking in this court.

A soft knock on the door prompted everyone to look towards the sound. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Eris, a small smile on his face.

“It is lovely to see you all in a different scenery,” Eris commented after he had closed the door.

“Eris,” Rhysand greeted. “How can we help you?”

Eris went ahead and took a seat in a scarlet chair beside the fireplace, relaxing with ease. Azriel supposed it would be easier to do so now that he was in his own home, but the sight still frustrated the shadowsinger.

“I just wanted to see what you all thought of my father’s… proposition,” Eris said casually.

“Did you know?” Cassian questioned.

Eris shrugged. “I did tell you that it had something to do with my sister.”

“There was an attempt on her life, which you failed to mention,” Azriel stated.

Eris just smiled calmly. “Must have slipped my mind.”

This was exactly what Cassian had been talking about before, Azriel knew. They were cunning and sly in the Autumn Court, and that made them dangerous.

“Anything else that may have ‘slipped your mind’?” Azriel inquired.

Eris turned his gaze to the shadowsinger, a small smirk on his face. Azriel wanted to punch the male, and he remembered the feel of his neck beneath his hands, and how close he could have come to killing the heir before him. He sort of wished he had.

“My father has already chosen which member of your court he wants as Y/n’s bodyguard,” Eris revealed.

Azriel blinked. Despite the fact that Beron had given them the illusion of free choice, of course the male had already decided. After looking at Eris expectantly, Rhysand realised the male would not freely give up this information.

“Who?” the High Lord asked.

Eris glanced at Azriel. “The shadowsinger, of course.”

Everyone looked at Azriel, and the Illyrian wanted to shrink away from the attention. Why him? Yes, perhaps he appeared more gentlemanly than Cassian, as he knew how to keep his mouth shut, but what else? Yes, he was the Spymaster for the Night Court, but Cassian was the general of the armies. Amren terrified everyone, and yes, she’d be more than capable to be a bodyguard, but then again, Amren might kill the princess if she annoyed her.

“Why Azriel?” Rhys questioned.

Eris looked at the High Lord as if he was incompetent. “Is he not the most obvious choice? That one–” he nodded to Cassian, “–has already tainted a female promised to the Autumn Court.”

Rage, icy cold, flowed through Azriel at the implications behind Eris's words. ‘A female promised to the Autumn Court’ was very obviously Mor, and the entitlement in his tone…

“First of all, I have a mate–” Cassian growled, but Rhysand cut him off.

“Let's not argue,” the High Lord said firmly, although silent fury shone in his eyes at Eris's words. “We're all allies here.”

Eris rolled his eyes but said nothing more, and Cassian glared at the Autumn Court heir, clearly imagining all the ways he could rip him apart.

“Didn't Azriel try to kill you at the High Lord's meeting?” Amren mused.

Eris glowered at the female. “Well, we certainly can't have you here. Your mere presence makes the courtiers uneasy.”

“I did save your asses during the war,” Amren reminded him, but she seemed more than pleased that she still terrified people.

Azriel let out a breath. He had guessed that it would be himself who would have to play bodyguard, but how could he do so when his job was one of utmost importance to the Night Court? Even now, with Nyx only half a year old, there were so many threats that needed to be uncovered and eliminated.

Azriel glanced at Rhysand and Feyre. Both had been reluctant to leave their son behind for a week, but they knew it would be much too dangerous to bring him to the Autumn Court. Nesta, Elain, and Mor had promised to take care of him while they were gone, and Nyx was probably having the time of his life with his Aunts.

What do you think? Rhys asked Azriel, mind to mind.

Azriel pondered his answer for a moment. I would be willing to do it, but to leave you without a Spymaster for the Cauldron knows how long…

I think we can manage for a little while, Rhys replied, a grin twinkling in his eyes.

Azriel nodded his confirmation. It was true — his court members were not truly useless without him. Just slightly disadvantaged, but they knew how to take care of themselves.

“I'll do it,” Azriel said aloud.

Cassian looked at his brother, eyes widened slightly with silent warning. Amren appeared disinterested in the conversation, but Azriel knew she was listening to every word. Eris simply nodded, as if he already knew Azriel would agree.

“Good,” Eris replied. “I will allow you to share the news with my father in your own time.”

The heir then got up and exited the room, leaving the Night Court members by themselves.

“I need a drink,” Amren muttered.

The following week was a whirlwind. Every morning, afternoon, and evening, the Night Court members dined with the Autumn Court, and the Autumn Court members also showed them their home. It was mostly Y/n showing them around the palace and the grounds, with Autumn guards trailing closely behind.

Y/n was a different person when she was not around her father. She was much more talkative, and quick to joke and tease. After a few days, it was clear that Cassian adored the princess and her witty comebacks, and she clearly enjoyed the freedom of banter with him. It was almost as if they were destined to be best friends. But whenever any member of her family was present, she would go quiet, and exhibit “lady-like” speech and actions.

Azriel had heard many of the Autumn Court’s opinions of her through his shadows, and none of them were particularly fond. Wild, untamed, unlady-like, and irritating, were the words most commonly used to describe the princess in secret, but Azriel had a feeling she did not care what she thought about them. He could tell that she only cared what her father thought — perhaps not for praise, but rather in fear of punishment.

“So, have you decided which of you will be protecting me after this week?” she asked the Night Court members as they walked through the Royal apple orchard. The apples were the finest Azriel had ever tasted, and he wondered whether there was some kind of magic behind it to make them so.

“We have discussed it,” Rhysand replied, plucking an apple from a tree and handing it to his mate. Feyre took the apple with a smile.

Y/n sighed deeply. “I wish I could go to the Night Court with you. It sounds beautiful.”

While the Night Court members had told the princess a little bit about their home, the Autumn daughter was an avid reader, and had mentioned that she’d always been interested in The Night Court. She would read any book on their court a hundred times, and had learned about Starfall, Illyrians, and many other Night Court customs. When Rhys questioned her on the books she had read, she had become slightly evasive in her answers.

“I borrowed them,” Y/n had said casually.

Azriel had raised an eyebrow. “Borrowed, or stole?”

The grin the princess threw his way had set his heart racing, but he had no idea why. “I prefer the term 'mischievously possess.’”

Cassian had barked out a laugh, and even Amren had smiled slightly.

But as well as spending time with the princess, Azriel had other things to do. When she showed him the castle, he memorised it. He marked every exit, window, door, hiding place — everything. If he was to be her bodyguard, he would have to have the entire layout memorised. For her protection, but also for his. He didn’t doubt for one second that if he let his guard down, one of her brothers, maybe even Eris himself, would try to stab him in the back. Literally.

Eventually, the week came to an end, and the members of the Night Court gathered in the Autumn Court throne room. Azriel supposed that bonds had been slightly strengthened between the courts, but not by much. Mistrust was hard to get rid of, especially when there were centuries and generations of it.

“We have come to a decision,” Rhy told Beron, his hands resting in his pockets. “And my High Lady and I shall allow you to employ one of my warriors as your daughter’s bodyguard.”

Beron nodded, his gaze flicking to Azriel for a brief moment before going back to Rhys. “And have you decided which warrior shall be protecting my daughter?”

That glance told Azriel that Eris had been telling the truth. Beron hoped that it was the shadowsinger who would be playing bodyguard, and it made sense now. Although what didn’t make sense was the fact that Eris had not lied.

“Azriel shall remain behind to guard your daughter,” Rhys promised.

“Wonderful,” Beron said with a nod. “Thank you for this, Rhysand. The Autumn Court shall never forget this favour.”

Rhys nodded at the High Lord, and both of them shook hands, their goodbye quick and brief. The Night Court's goodbyes to Azriel were lengthy in comparison.

“Stay safe,” Rhys told Az, clapping him on the back. “Our mental bridge will be open at all times. Let me know if there’s any trouble.”

“You act as if I can’t take care of myself,” Azriel replied, a half smirk on his face.

Rhys rolled his eyes and brought his brother into a hug, the eyes on them be damned. When Rhys pulled away, Cassian was there next, squeezing the shadowsinger into a hug that nearly crushed his bones.

“I’ll miss you, Azzie,” Cassian whispered in Azriel’s ear, which set him scowling. Cassian grinned and pulled away, Feyre replacing him. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek in farewell, and before Az knew it, the Night Court disappeared into the void, leaving him alone in the Autumn Court.

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gydima · 2 years

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OK, here's what I'm gonna need from the Our Flag Means Death Season One Special Edition DVD/Blu-ray release (or whatever the equivalent of that is now that my sister is the only one who buys DVDs anymore):

* THE gag reel. Anything less than 10 minutes is unacceptable -- we KNOW THEY HAVE AT LEAST THAT MUCH.

* All the deleted scenes, including -- or perhaps especially -- the Extended Cut of Izzy's "oooh Daddy" weirdness and everyone's live reactions to it.

* Any fun or extended improv bits that didn't make the cut. Let's just see the entirety of Taika making everyone improv in the first episode, at least.

* Audition tapes. I cannot stress enough how badly I want to see these, particularly Con and Rhys (did Rhys have to audition? See, I don't even know).

* Everyone's costume/hair tests. Did they try other salt-and-pepper beards? Was Stede's hair always going to be blond? Did they try and discard any other tattoos and leather daddy outfits????

* EXTENSIVE set tours. I wanna see everything. Tell me how it all works!!! Show me how they make the ship rock, where Karl and Olivia hang out when they're not with Buttons, where Spanish Jackie's mummified husband is stowed, whatever!

* Interviews with EVERYONE. They can interview each other! I need to hear their fun set stories and their thoughts on their characters and their predictions for what will happen next season. I especially need to hear David Jenkins tell me all his thoughts. All of them.

I don't feel like I'm asking for too much here. I just want everything.

Anyway, sign my petition, etc. etc.

#ofmd #our flag means death #taika waititi #rhys darby #david jenkins #con o'neill #my wishlist for ofmd extras #i'm probably forgetting so many other awesome things #blackbeard #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 4 months

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I’ve been trying to figure out what it is I love so much about POM. And I think I’ve realized that besides your incredible writing that is completely immersive, the emotions you are able to provoke and the fact that you can have me crying with laughter one minute and crying with heartbreak the next, quite simply, I think you have brought the younger versions of the Bat Boys to life so incredibly well. Through the acotar books we have only had tiny snippets alluding to what their younger selves were like. We can fill in the gaps and theorize, but I think you’ve hit the nail on the head in POM. They’re equally young and dumb as one another, but their characters are so distinct from each other. Rhys is a little too cocky and excited about his future high lord status, but he has a good heart. Cassian is kind of a train wreck in the most endearing way possible. He fucks up, but never out of malice. He’s trying to learn. And Azriel is the quieter of the three, a little less confident and a lot more brooding. He can’t see past his inner thoughts to understand that the way they make him act can be harmful to others. He wants to love but he doesn’t know how. It’s about so much more than learning intimacy.

I guess I just wanted to tell you that I’m blown away by your characterization of the younger versions of these three characters we all love to read about. It makes me feel closer to them somehow, to know that being ethereal, beautiful, magical beings doesn’t make them exempt from awkward younger years that they’ll one day cringe at and hope to forget. I love POM and I love what you’ve done with the Bat Boys and I know you said the story would wrap up in one instalment, but I, personally, can’t get enough, and I would fucking love to read more.

(about daddy fin too)

(ok bye love you)

What a wonderful message 😭😭honestly one of the most important things to me about POM was exactly that — I wanted to do my best to distinguish their younger selves and give them a little bit more of a story, so it means the world that you found it translated well and you’ve enjoyed reading them! I don’t want to let POM go to be honest 😭😭

Thank you for sharing your lovely thoughts with me, love YOU 🫶🏻

#ask #about practice on me #acotar #brb sobbing

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highladyofterrasen7 · 5 months

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Honestly Rhys could be evil and I would still 100% support him hands down

He killed a bunch of people?

Invading dawn?

Sure

Taps into the minds of almost everyone in the court?

Daddy

#sarah j maas #acotar #rhysand #feysand #pro rhysand #feyre archeron

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autumnshighlady · 3 months

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ok i hate rhys but im so tempted to get drunk and write a toxic af sugar daddy rhys x reader fic like an anon requested

#rhysand

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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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Ok this

it’s really either “good morning loml darling sweetheart beautiful goddess angel of the world sun in my sky” or “wake up fuckhead i have an idea”

In the home to us AU

First one is Rhys to reader on their day off

Second is babysitter cassian waking Nyx ‘this is how we’re going to scare your parents listen up’

second one is nyx standing at the end of their bed in the pitch black in the middle of the night.

“wake up, fuckheads, I have an idea.”

cue screaming in shock because he’s snuck in silently like a scary little goblin and is tugging on the sheets.

“nyx?! where did you learn that?!”

“good morning, fuckheads, I have an idea.”

“nyx!”

“what’s wrong, fuckheads?” as he crawls up the bed and they’re both like ??!!!?

turns out cassian taught nyx that ‘fuckheads’ is just how you say ‘mommy and daddy’ shortened. then being terrified and trying to unteach him that over the weekend so he doesn’t tell his teach on monday he’s being picked up by ‘my fuckheads’.

#they did however record him saying some funny things after they got over the shock #cassian however has a fist sized bruise on his arm for a week and a half #and has had his solo baby sitting privileges temporarily revoked #they sent the video to azriel who angrily sent back that he laughed out loud in a business meeting

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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Ok but imagine Azriel walks in to deliver his spy report to Rhysand and finds you bent over Rhysand’s desk or bouncing in his lap or grinding on his thigh

I can imagine you being bent over his desk, Rhys grunting wildly as he takes you from behind. You’ve gone silly from the pleasure, your hands are scrambling as they search for purpose.

Now when Azriel walks in, he can’t help but lust for you and admire how well you’re taking the high lord’s cock. Rhys would smirk proudly, teasing Azriel for getting so aroused so quickly. “You can stay if you’d like,” he’d grunt out between thrusts, tangling a fist in your hair, forcing you to look up at the shadowsinger, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Make daddy proud, put on a show for our dear guest.”

#nonnies ❥#rhys smut #rhys x reader #azriel x reader

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acourtofthought · 11 months

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Have you been shipping Elucien since the beginning (ACOWAR, since ACOMAF didn’t really have them interact except at the end)?

I didn't ship Elucien at first.

Not that I was against them. When they were made mates then we got Lucien's POV and later Elain invited him back to Velaris, I was fine with where the story was headed.

But then it looked like things took a turn in a different direction in ACOFAS and I was ok with that too. I was just going whatever way I thought the author was pointing me in me because I wasn't invested in anyone beyond Rhys and Feyre. Really, I've never been one to ship a couple outside the endgame couple (to this day, I will always be 100% fine that Ron and Hermione ended up together and have never imagined her with Draco or Harry) so it's not often that I want to see a couple get together unless it's the authors intended plan.

I also never thought that there could be things going on in the story beyond what the author was telling us so when SJM had a character say one thing, I assumed that's all there was to it. I never realized she placed messages within messages and had little hints scattered all over. I never realized that two characters could be talking about one character and what they're talking about would be important down the road, but for an entirely different character than the one they were originally talking about.

So I went into SF assuming that she decided against Elucien and was going the route of E/riel. As soon as I read the Bonus Chapter, I remember thinking, "that doesn't sound good". 😂 I couldn't understand it because it did feel like she decided on E/riel but all of a sudden Az was coming across as a loose canon who wasn't interested in Elain for the right reasons.

Still, I didn't feel that strongly about who Elain was going to be with until I joined the FB fandom and saw all the Elain slander. I saw the mentions of how she could never end up with Az because she wasn't good enough for him, how she was definitely evil because his shadows hid from her but not Gwyn, how Gwyn was brave for leaving the library after two years while Elain was a giant crybaby for mourning Graysen and the loss of her humanity for 2 months. How it was ridiculous that Nesta wanted to protect Elain but it was so sweet how Nesta felt protective of Gwyn. How Gwyn standing up to Nesta and demanding she treat her like a person was amazing but Elain standing up to Nesta made her a bitch. How Elain's gardening was pathetic but Gwyns bracelet making was adorable. I remember getting into some pretty intense arguments with Gwynriels and I set out to prove that Elain was good enough to end up with Az and the Bonus Chapter didn't mean E/riel was over.

Again, it's not that I even cared about E/riel so much as I hated seeing some tear apart Elain while raving over Gwyn even though their characters weren't that drastically different.

I started deep diving into the books and I joined Tumblr to keep a record of my thoughts. But what ended up happening is I started to realize how poorly matched Elain and Az are. It's not that Elain isn't good enough for Az; if anything both Gwyn and Elain are too good for Az right now. And both Elain and Lucien became my absolute favorites, even more than Feysand. Their personalities became more rich each time I read over their scenes and I completely understood how their mating bond took SJM by surprise. SJM was happily writing Lucien while Elain was a world away, them being together not a thought in her mind yet there were parallels even then. And I could see all the fun little hints that SJM planted once she did realize they'd be mates, things I never noticed the first time around. Lucien taking those first steps towards Elain before she was turned, Elain finally coming out of her comatose state within days of Lucien's arrival. Her never leaving her room until the day he ended up in the library. Her saying she needed sunshine before SJM dropped the Helion is Lucien's baby daddy bomb, the fact that while SJM has Feyre talk about E/riel being mates, the personalities of Rhys's parents (who had an ill suited bond) are identical to those of Elain and Az. And if someone pays any attention to SJMs books they realize that just because an Archeron pushes her mate away, there is still an extremely good chance they're ending up together regardless of how impossible it seems before their book.

Reading back over the series, I was also able to appreciate Gwyn in a way I hadn't before (I think we all understand how certain sides of the fandom can make us dislike certain characters. I have Gwynriel friends who aren't fans of Elain for this very reason). I could see how compatible she and Az seem to be and how their interactions make him so much more likeable than he's been as of late.

As it stands, Elucien is the first couple I've ever truly shipped without knowing if they'll end up together and it's awesome because I'm so excited for their story but it's also frustrating because I hate being kept in suspense and this has been a LONG wait 😂

#elucien

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danikamariewrites · 28 days

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Ok so this but with rhysand and Azriel ddlg relationship like ong the size difference

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLFC2m3s/

I can just imagine reader just like grabbing their hand like their thumb and dragging them to like different shops whenever they go out shopping or whenever they like go out in general that’s how Reader holds her hands so she doesn’t get lost because she’s short and they don’t want her to get lost Them always like picking her up and manhandling her because she’s so tiny like omg the height difference so hot 🥵

I could also see them being so overprotective over tiny reader and them teasing her calling her tiny tinny

Hold My Hand

Rhysriel x reader

A/n: i want azriel to tease me about being tiny so bad and I just want to hold both of their hands ughhh

Warnings: throuple, ddlg relationship, reader gives Az & Rhysie a scare, mentions of kidnapping

Rhys and Azriel had been putting off on taking you shopping for days now. They were either busy or a court emergency had come up. It was time to put your foot down.

Marching into Rhysand’s office you approached the situation with calm and cool head. Yelling at your mates would get you nothing but a rough punishment for yelling. So you bat your eye lashes, play with your fingers and put on your sweetest voice to get what you want.

Rhys and Az look at you with sweet smiles, ecstatic to see their baby girl so early in the morning. “Good morning, darling,” Rhys coos at you. Standing from his desk Rhys makes his way over to you. You look up at him, giving him your sweetest smile. He brings his large hands up to cup your face. “Morning,” you chirp.

Rhys’s smile widens as he places a small kiss on your forehead. “What can Az and I do for you this morning baby girl?” Oh you had him wrapped around your finger. “You and Azzy promised to take me shopping, and well it’s been a few days since you said you would. Do you think we can go today, please daddy?”

You pout up at him to seal the deal. From the twinkle in his violet eyes you knew you won. As you got lost in Rhys’s eyes you didn’t notice Azriel come up to you two. He gently runs a scared hand through your hair, giving you a loving look. “Did you want to go now, princess?” You let out a small hum and nod your head enthusiastically. You grab their hands and pull them from Rhys’s office, yapping about what stores you want to go to.

Walking around the city Rhys and Azriel each have one of your hands in their large ones. Making sure you stay close to them. The only time your mates let go is if you’re in a shop, picking up something you want or stopping to snack. In their free hands, Rhys and Azriel carry all your shopping bags.

Walking by the front of the latest shop the window display of fashion imported from the Winter Court distracts you. Ice blue, snowy white, and diamonds sparkle on the luxurious coat and matching winter dress you must have.

A new thing caught your eye out on the street. The crowd seemed to part just for you to reveal your favorite seasonal treat! You thought the frozen treat cart would be gone by now that fall was approaching. This was the perfect addition to your day!

Without a word to the boys you dashed out of the store and across the street. Eyeing the menu you tapped your fingers together, lipping your lips in excitement.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Azriel realized you were gone. His shadows darting out to find you. Rhys was having one of the shopkeepers box up the dress and coat in the window.

Azriel grabbed Rhys’s arm roughly, his eyes wide with panic. “What?” Rhys asks softly, his eyes roaming around the store for you. When he noticed that you weren’t here panicking set in. Azriel could hear Rhys’s heart rate pick up.

The two of them dashed around the store looking for you. With no sight of you they split up going to the shops next door.

Meeting back in the first shop and finding each other unsuccessful fear and anger set in. What if you were taken? Who would dare take you, the mate of a High Lord and the Nigh Court Spymaster?

The shopkeeper that was helping Rhys earlier timidly made her way over. Tapping Rhys on the shoulder he whips around. The poor girl jumps at the sudden movement. Not backing down she points out the window, “Is that who you’re looking for?”

A deep sigh leaves both males as their shoulders relax at the sight of you. Collecting the shopping bags they rush out to you.

Wrapped up in your conversation with the vendor you didn’t notice your mates behind you. Rhys cleared his throat causing you to jump. You turn, smiling up at your mates. “Rhys, Az look! The frozen treat cart is still out!” They raise their eyebrows at you, giving you a look that says ‘what have we told you about running off?’

You suck in your lips, eyes going wide. “I gotta go, I’ll see you later Harold.” You wave at him cheerily as Rhys grabs your hand pulling you away.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak out, clinging to your mates as you finish your treat. “I just got so excited daddy.” Az stops, holding your chin in his hand. “I won’t lie princess you scared us. Just remember to slow down and tell us next time, yeah.” You nod at him batting your eyelashes lovingly. Az leans down to steal a quick kiss from you.

“Now, is there anywhere else you would like to go?” You tap a finger against your chin, scrunching your nose in thought. You let out a hum, “Nah, I just wanna go home. I’m absolutely exhausted.” You exaggerate making your mates laugh.

“Come here, darling.” Rhys reaches out for you, letting you jump on his back. The whole way home you rested your head against Rhys’s shoulder so you could still see Azriel. Rhys would occasionally rub soothing circles on your thighs. By the time your home your eyes are half closed. Rhys lays you on the couch tucking you in with your favorite blanket.

They both kiss you on the head before starting to walk away. Your hand quickly reaches out for Azriel’s. Tugging on his fingers he looks down at you with a small smile. “What’s up princess?” “Will you stay for a bit?”

“Of course, my love.”

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lady-riel · 1 year

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your blog makes me sooo happy💛 so glad you are a fellow Azris shipper (although it is a crackship)

So nice to hear this 💚💚💚 I'm v grateful for all my fellow azris shippers because there's so few of us.

I really can't get enough of Azris. It has so much possibility. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn. Hate fucking. Angry kissing. Snarkfests. Azriel giving the middle finger to the IC and joining Autumn (ok maybe this turned into my headcanons but still)

Now I would argue Azris isn't a crackship at all because it's not totally out of the realm of possibility. Like Rhys/Nesta is a crackship. Amren/Cassian is a crackship.

Azris is more of a rarepair. It's unusual but not impossible. They're well matched in magical strength. They had that highly homoerotic fight in front of the high lords where they rolled around on the floor together. Azriel's probably afraid of fire and Eris can help him overcome it. They hate each other so strong feelings are there already. They both came from shitty fathers and have daddy issues. They both have nightmares and lots of trauma. Fire and shadows aesthetics. The dogs and the shadows being bffs. Ugh I love them so much.

#azris #azriel #eris vanserra

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onlineproblems · 5 months

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Let's just save everyone some time and annoyance. Instead of posting my entire Spotify library one track a time, cluttering up your dash, here's my top 200 songs (minus the X-Files soundtrack...) so that those who care can look.

Top - Live

Carry on Phenomenon - Kishi Bashi

Gillian Anderson - DeRita Sisters

T.B.D. - Live

Philosophize In It! Chemicalize In It! - Kishi Bashi

The Sandman - PJ Harvey

All Over You - Live

Fall - Davido

Crystal Ship - The Doors

Everyday - Weyes Blood

Shit Towne - Live

Sylvia - The Antlers

Theme for Scanty and Knee Socks - TeddyLoid

Fighting With the Melody - Jimmy Urine

Prometeme - Monsiuer Perine

Doctor Blind - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton

Selling the Drama - Live

Bad Girls - Donna Summer

Paralyzer - Finger Eleven

Get It Up - MSI

Stage - Live

Hollywood Baby - 100 Gecs

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

Jesusland - Ben Folds

Broken - UNKLE

Like a G6 - Far East Movement

Sober - Fidlar

A&W - Lana Del Rey

Twilight Time - The Platters

Witch - the bird and the bee

The Perfect Drug - NIN

Mulder and Scully - Catatonia

Concerning the UFO sighting - Sufjan Stevens

Freezing - Mozella

Epilogue - The Antlers

I Alone - Live

Never Wanted to Dance - MSI

A Lot's Gonna Change - Weyes Blood

Iris - Live

Obstacle 1 - Interpol

Jinja - Olamide

The Heaviest Matter of the Universe - Gojira

The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala

Waitress - Live

Starman - David Bowie

Death is a Girl - Mini Mansions

My Gun - Tove Lo

TAIL - SUNMI

Sheisty - Trinidad James

Come on Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners

Close to You - Carpenters

Eventually - Tame Impala

Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode

The Dam at Otter Creek - Live

Intro/Pathos, Pathos - Kishi Bashi

Mulder, It's Me - Roach Coach

Take What's Mine - Baumer

Patty Hearst - Jimmy Urine

Oblivion - Grimes

Wonderboy - Tenacious D

Andromeda - Weyes Blood

MY GOD! - Tessa Violet

Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode

Here Comes the Hotstepper - Ini Kamoze, Salaam Remi

Volverte a Ver - Monsieur Perine

Get Over It - OK Go

money machine - 100 Gecs

Knife Prty - Purity Ring

Loser - Beck

I-E-A-I-A-I-O - System of a Down

Gasolina - Daddy Yankee

Scroll Patrol - Rinse and Repeat

Sleep - Conjure One, Rhys Fulber

Every Third Thought - David Duchovny

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell

Attack - System of a Down

Seether - Veruca Salt

Fucking Boyfriend - the bird and the bee

Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club

Funkin' Around - Outkast

867-5309 - Tommy Tutone

Attitude - Buggin

Son of Sam - Elliot Smith

Goatmeal - LustSickPuppy

RIDE IT - LustSickPuppy

Space Oddity - David Bowie

All I Really Want - Alanis Morissette

She Blinded Me With Science - Thomas Dolby

The Government Knows - Knower

Don't Worry About the Government - Talking Heads

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Crystal Ball - Keane

Life on Mars? - David Bowie

Road to Nowhere - Talking Heads

She's An Angel - They Might Be Giants

Sci-Fi Wasabi - Cibo Matto

Yours Truly, 2095 - ELO

How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead

In the Backseat - Arcade Fire

Oh Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel

La Mer - NIN

Burn the Witch - Radiohead

Galaxies - Laura Veirs

Scientist - The Dandy Warhols

Stella was a diver and she was always down - Interpol

Hurt - NIN

Female of the Species - Space

Lithium - Nirvana

Black - Pearl Jam

Karma Police - Radiohead

Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran

Who Can it Be Now - Men At Work

Gila Monster - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

The Boy with the Thorn in His Side - The Smiths

Live Fast, Diarrhea - The Vandals

Screaming Infidelities - Dashboard Confessionals

OG! - JPEGMAFIA

MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday

Freak Mode - Dorian Electra

Welcome to Earth (Pollywog) - Sturgill Simpson

Origin of Love - MIKA

The Curse of Curves - Cute is What We Aim For

love nwantiti - CKAY

Adore You - Miley Cyrus

On & On - Longpigs

Dumb - KOPPS

Anubis - Septicflesh

Girls on Film - Duran Duran

Friday I'm in Love - The Cure

Andrew in Drag - The Magnetic Fields

Water of the Gods - The Changes

La Gozadera - Gente De Zona

Violent Pornography - System of a Down

You Sexy Thing - Zella Day

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Party Time - The Northern Boys

Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Island in the Sun - Weezer

Babooshka - Kate Bush

Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers

What Kind of Name is Love – Big Kid

Hacker – Death Grips

Space Age Love Song – A Flock of Seagulls

The Way We Talk – The Maine

Walking on a Dream – Empire of the Sunday

Neighbour – Mother Mother

Slow Dancing – Aly & AJ

To the Hellfire – Lorna Shore

Los Ageless – St. Vincent

So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings – Caroline Polachek

Me and Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin

The Message – Grandmaster Flash

Maria – HWASA

Mothercreep – FKA Twigs

Locket – Crumb

When You Die – MGMT

I Want You – Mitski

Ghost Town – The Specials

joke! - SE SO NEON

You Oughta Know – Alanis Morissette

Propagation – Com Truise

No Rest for the Wicked – Lykke Li

Genghis Khan – Miike Snow

Kettering – The Antlers

Just Say Yes – Snow Patrol

Take a Walk – Passion Pit

Major Tim – Shiny Toy Guns

Neighborhood #2 (Laika) – Arcade Fire

Genius Next Door – Regina Spektor

More Than Words – Extreme

Creature Comfort – Arcade Fire

Dark Red – Steve Lacy

Let It Happen – Tame Impala

Crimewave – Crystal Castle

Church – Aly & AJ

Better Things – Passion Pit

Tulsa Jesus Freak – Lana Del Rey

cellophane – FKA Twings

Insane in the Brain – Cypress Hill

Me and My Husband – Mitski

Duality – Slipknot

Send Me an Angel – Infected Mushroom

Lady – Regina Spektor

Girl Loves Me – David Bowie

I’m Yer Dad – GRLwood

Hollywood Junkyard – The Bobby Lees

Disco Heaven – Lady Gaga

Helplessness Blues – Fleet Foxes

Such Great Heights – The Postal Service

In Cauda Venenum – The Dear Hunter

The Other Side – Pendulum

Bruma – MOL

Alrighty Aphrodite – Peach Put

Prince Johnny – St. Vincent

Shake It – Metro Station

You Are the Right One – Sports

Now We Can See – The Thermals

Body – Mother Mother

Kids – MGMT

I Will Possess Your Heart – Death Cab For Cutie

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Ok I’ve been obsessed with your acotar analysis but now I’m doubly obsessed with Rhys’ mother. Curious for your take: what do you think public perception of her was like? I absolutely believe she was a badass, and I’m pretty sure she was convincing her mate (and son eventually) to make changes in Illyria (not that I have book quotes to back this up but I seriously doubt Rhys came up with the clipping ban on his own). But as the ONLY Illyrian females who could still fly, how did everyone else think of Rhysand’s mom and sister? Was it a jealousy thing? Were they totally separate? I find it hard to believe that the mom cut all ties to her homeland, despite the scars it left on her. I’m sure she also showed her daughter aspects of the place she grew up in, even if she couldn’t throw her in a training ring. So they were present in Illyria, not some faceless ruler and his family. Were they a source of hope? Like “here is the beginning” and we can fight for our daughters and their daughters? In case it isn’t obvious, I’m enamored with the black hole sized plot holes courtesy of sjm and I’m determined to come up with my own answers 😅

I am also enamored, trust me!

So, to answer your question, I have to first present the nuance I like to jam into my acotar fic that the books just...don't really address: the Illyrian generals and camp lords and men in charge who we meet in canon exclusively to showcase shittiness...aren't the entire Illyrian population? They can't be. So I tend to divide it between the military elite (whatever we want to call them), whose powers are shored up directly by Rhysand's authority (gotta have that standing army), and whoever is falling through the cracks, or just existing in a culture that feels hostile to them (like Emerie).

I think the people in charge could have initially viewed Rhysand's mother as a sort of win- from what I can tell, Illyrians don't even leave Illyria? Unless there's a war on, or they're invited by a member of the royal family. They all symbolically rise with her.

BUT, because so much of her existence- and I have to imagine, personality- went against their core traditions, ultimately it's some flavor of negative reaction.

For everyone else? Bastard children and women and...god, basically anyone who isn't a giant man who likes to obliterate things (have I mentioned, how incredibly one note and BAD the whole Illyrian set up is? Bad.), she's a win. She's hope and her children redouble that, a future where there's more than violence.

I'm sure there's also jealously or misinformation or all-out adoration, she's functionally a public figure.

What I do think was probably VERY important, is what her life said to everyone else in the Night Court. All is Prythian is stratified to the point where people are either High Fae (gentry???) or Low Fae (anyone who doesn't look like human++ but also, probably a huge amount of the population??).

A High Lord publicly took a low fae woman, from an incredibly despised minority, as his wife. His mate. His equal? Rhysand might be ultimately a failure of legacy in every direction, but the fact that he exists at all is probably ground-breaking?

This is, of course, sort of the underpinning for the argument that Daddy Rhysand probably actually cared. Because it didn't have to be that. The Night Court has the exact kind of nightmare sexist culture that would allow him to do whatever he wanted with her, and he choose queen.

Which...actually in retrospect makes Rhysand's whole incredibly stupid here are my wings, we come as we are to...start fistfights on neutral territory and act like children move in acowar extra funny, because it means we're supposed to believe the Night Court is really SO ISOLATED (especially when we're told that the Lords used to have summits and very clearly socially know each other), no one ever knew or wondered about his mom, who at least some of them probably met?? Or, at minimum, saw from a distance with her husband?

God, these books.

Anyway- I think she probably was a big deal, and like most people who draw that kind of attention for breaking the mold, she received both crazy negative and wildly hopeful feelings from the public. She meant something, and the fact that the future she signaled never happened is a tragedy the books aren't prepared or willing to address.

#I'm sorry yall #but in a world where the acotar books are less Faery Smut #and More Faery Fantasy #(not a negative! I just mean genre-wise)#you just know the whole underpinning of Rhysand as a tragic hero would be #like #his struggle as a member of the gentry who doesn't belong #and is using his power for change #which of course makes him an actual whole different character and maybe finally a feminist but I digress

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