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I still can’t get over how Mor’s POV in ACOFAS was just collectively forgotten…
Like, she was in the woods and there was a powerful dark entity STALKING HER
And then we get no further information and it’s been like six years
I’ve never heard any one even mention it
I feel like Easy on me by Adele is such a Nesta song
"Go easy on me baby, I was still a child
Didn't get the chance to feel the world around me"
acotar, a summary: horny faeries, everyone hates each other or wants each other, stabby, the word “mate” x500 more times than you want to see it, socio-political struggles?, vin diesel level “family” dedication, giant bat babies with tickle spots, himbos and bad bitches, smut
And I love it
This whole Elriel and Gwynriel debate has turned into a very messy, toxic, and violent capture-the-flag event with every single word SJM has ever written, and it's both very upsetting and exhausting. The complete lack of respect for other people in the fandom just because they believe different theories or ship a different couple or whatever is ridiculous. Please just chill. If you find yourself mad enough to send unwarranted hate to a random artist because they made fun fanart of a couple you don't ship, maybe you need a glass of water and some food. Redirect that energy into taking care of yourself instead of tearing down others for no reason.
@acotarnet event 8: alternate covers
“I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”
Gym Bro Cassian (or just modern AU Cassian) for @cassianappreciationweek ft. his gray sweatpants
I realize that Lucien would probably rather chew on glass than wear the fox mask again but I've been obsessed with the idea of Elain in a fawn mask so I'm asking for some suspension of disbelief here. I imagine them dancing away at some Autumn Court ball (probably after Beron kicks the bucket), just for the vibes only.
@elucienweekofficial
Art by me/vivictory_draws on Instagram. Please do not repost anywhere without permission.
For @nestaarcheronweek Day 6: Lady Death, this is actually a redraw of an older art I had done (which came out pretty crappy, hence why I choose to redo it). The bog scene was one of my favorites in acosf.
Tamlin and Briar for @goforth-ladymidnight for the ACOTAR Secret Santa 2022 gift exchange @acotargiftexchange
I must admit that I was quite stressed out over how this work would end up looking, primerly because I'm not too used on drawing backrounds, but I actually think I'm quite satisfied with it! I had so much fun being the secret santa for @goforth-ladymidnight, who is a lovely soul and gave me a ton of ideas for how to visualize Briar and Tamlin for her. Please make sure to check out her fic A Garden of Thorns if you would like to read more about the pair, she's one of the most talented writers who's work I had the pleasure of reading so far in the actoar fandom.
Art by me (vivictory_draws on Instagram). Please do not repost without my permission, but likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.
It’s giving Feyre vibes
HAILEE STEINFELD. 2024 Oscars - Red Carpet.
I just want to make one thing clear its like Loki and Thor their age is 1000+ but in asgardian that is considered like mid twenties and so like that same goes for fae years. Rhysand, rowan , Cassian being hundred of years old doesn't mean they are old and fucking pedophiles they are just as young as Feyre or Nesta or aelin is in human years.
i love how we all collectively decided it was okay to love faerie porn.
i miss my lil innocent azriel
stay with me pt 2
<azriel shadowsinger x OFC>
warnings: mentions of trauma, physical harm, violence and gore(ish)
part one, part three, part four, part five
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Ophelia was only slightly hung over the next morning, thankfully. She was up early, earlier than normal. To be honest, she hadn’t slept at all. That moment she had shared with Azriel kept replaying in her head. Her thoughts kept tossing between she should have stayed and she should have pushed him off sooner. She had let it get too far and it didn’t go far enough.
She stared at her naked reflection in the full length body mirror. Ugly scars littered her body. Fae healing rarely left scars, but when they were severe enough they stayed. Madja had tried telling her that it was the scars of the mind that kept the scars of the body from healing, but she brushed her off.
The ones that had seen her naked had tried to ask, but when she felt their thoughts lingering too long, she was already out the door. Ophelia didn’t feel like sharing her traumas with strangers anyway.
As her eyes tracked up her body, they landed on the already fading purple and yellow marks that Azriel had left on her. These…these weren’t ugly. These were beautiful, these were made from him. Carefully, the pads of her fingers grazed one and instantly felt a rush of heat pool between her legs.
Gasping, she turned away from herself, shame dampening the rush of desire that took over her entire body. She was so stupid, so stupid that for a second she actually let herself believe that she could have someone. She had felt alive with Azriel holding her so close. It was like breathing the first breath of fresh air after being held under water too long.
Shoving those thoughts out of her head, Ophelia dressed herself. A simple black turtleneck with matching black pants. The turtleneck was the only clothing that would cover the marks Azriel had left. She didn’t need her busy body friends asking questions, if Cassian hadn’t already told everyone.
Rhys?
A moment later, she got a reply.
Phia? You’re up early.
She rolled her eyes at the invisible response. She did not have the energy to bicker with him this morning.
Could you come get me? I have some things I’d like to go over with you.
Can’t you have Cass or Az? I’m currently…indisposed.
Gagging to herself, she took a deep breath and pressed him harder.
Cassian has training with the priestesses, I don’t want to bother him.
Okay? What about Az?
Rhys!
Fine, fine. I’ll be there soon.
You better not smell like sex.
She could have sworn she heard laughter as Rhysand slammed the walls of his mind shut. She loved Rhys like a brother and now Feyre as a sister. When he came back from Under the Mountain rambling about how he had found his mate, she couldn’t have been happier. He deserved it, after all.
The day Rhys welcomed Ophelia into his court with open arms was both fuzzy and crystal clear in her mind. Her and Mor had found each other, both on the brink of death on the edges of the Autumn Courts forest. When she had thought they would both succumb to their wounds…there he was.
Azriel.
His shadows had swirled around them and it felt strange, but comforting. He held them both as they silently sobbed before winnowing back to Velaris.
But unlike Mor, Ophelia couldn’t remember a single thing before that moment. Rhys had tried, Madja had tried. But it was just blank. Sometimes she would get flashes, a warm sun, the smell of smoke, burnt oranges and brown, the bright flash of a knife as it flayed her skin open. But the only thing she did remember was her name.
Ophelia.
In those first few days, she said it to herself silently and allowed like a prayer. She had no idea who she was or where she came from, but she did have that. And nobody could take it from her.
It took her years to fully recover, and that was only physically. Mentally was another story. But there were more important things she had to deal with, so she pushed it down. Some days it felt like it would all come bubbling to the surface, her skin remembering the feeling of what it felt like to be shredded to bits, but her mind having no memory of it. It was its own brand of personal torture. Those days she took sleeping drafts and stayed in bed, not wanting her friends to see the madness that was brewing behind her eyes.
I’m here, where are you?
The sound of Rhys' voice jarred her from her thoughts, and Ophelia realized she had been pacing.
Come to my balcony, please.
I will if you tell me what’s wrong.
She didn’t reply, instead grabbing her bag and pulling it over her shoulders, and secured her daggers to her thighs. A moment later she heard the flapping of wings and the sound of boots thudding on her balcony.
Coming out, she squinted her eyes at Rhys. “You smell like sex.” She said, scrunching up her nose.
“Thank you.” Rhys smiled as he gathered her up in his arms. He didn’t speak again until they were almost to the River House.
“Care to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Not particularly.” Ophelia grumbled.
“I’m guessing it has to do something with Az?”
Ophelia jolted, whipping her head towards him. “How-”
“Cassian may have mentioned something last night about how he had caught you two, and you ran off and now Azriel is, well, I don’t know what Azriel is right now.”
Ophelia was silent for a moment longer.
“Did he do something-”
“No! Mother Rhys, no!” Ophelia gasped, shocked he would even think like that. “It’s me. I can’t-can’t-”
“Hey, it’s okay.” He reassured her, as they touched down on the flat rooftop. “Trust me I understand, it’s just that I don’t think Az does.”
She took several steps away from him, distancing herself. Like she always does when someone got too close.
“Nothing he did was anything I didn’t want.” She told him, looking him in his violet eyes. Crossing her arms, she waited for some kind of scolding. She knew she hurt Azriel, and she also knew the boys were very protective of each other.
“I still think you should talk to him. Explain yourself instead of hiding.”
Sighing, she leaned her head back, looking up at the morning sky. “Enough about me, that’s not why I’m here.”
“I know, and the answer is already yes.”
Leaning in, she kissed her brother on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon, three days tops.”
Then, she winnowed. One moment she was in Velaris, her High Lord standing before her. The next, she was standing in a quiet forest, the burnt orange and red leaves swaying in the crisp breeze.
Ophelia always thought the Autumn Court was beautiful. There was just something about how the air permanently smelled like apples and the way the fallen leaves crunched underneath her boots. But the people here? She hated them more than anything.
Normally, it was Azriel and her that came on these missions. Scouting out Beron and his Court seemed like a full time job, lately. There were constant meetings being held inside his castle, troops moving about on the Spring Courts border.
It seemed like Beron had taken a page from the Human Queens book and completely warded his castle, Azriels shadows couldn’t even get it. So they were out here every couple of days, looking for the weak points.
But now, she couldn’t work with Azriel. Not without risking talking about what happened between them, what had changed. Mother, why weren’t males content with being only friends? But had they only just been friends? Az was softer to her than most, kinder and sweeter. He was one of the only ones that would check on her when she was having those types of days. She thought it was because of his own trauma, that he understood. But was it only just that?
The hairs on the back of Ophelia's neck prickled suddenly. Crouching low, she took stock of her surroundings. The landscape around her was empty, mostly forest and a couple farms. There wasn’t a lot in this part of the court. But that feeling lingered, almost like she was being watched.
A branch snapped behind her and she whirled, sending her dagger flying. She knew she hit her mark when someone whale in pain. Ophelia began to rapidly prepare her energy to winnow, but she wasn’t fast enough.
An arrow embedded itself deep into her shoulder, coming out the other end and pinning her against a nearby tree. Screaming internally, she tried to winnow again. But her powers just disappeared inside her. One moment they were there, beneath the surface of her skin, and then they were gone.
Fucking ash arrows.
“Look at this!” Someone laughed, off in the distance. “A whore from the Court of Nightmares!”
A small group of soldiers materialized out of the shadows of the trees. All had bows, and all were trained on her. Ophelia snarled, but her fight was draining. Too quickly it was draining. She didn’t recognize the males, except one. It was one of Eris’s brothers. As he drew closer, she saw that he held her dagger, which dripped with blood. He crouched down in front of her, a twisted grin spread across his face.
“You’re coming with me.” He snarled, before plunging the dagger into Ophelia's leg.
The burning world of gold and brown and red, all faded to black.
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In The Middle Of The Night (Short)
Pairing: Rhys x singer!reader (f). Summary: Rhys and reader are roommates and he has nightmares. Warnings: None. Word count: 424 A/N: Just in case you were wondering (you weren’t), the song I envision the reader singing is All Too Well by Taylor Swift (the 10 min version, obvi), but feel free to choose something else if that’s not you.
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The nightmares didn’t stop. I had them every night without fail. I thought they’d get better with time, but it almost felt like they were getting worse.
I would always find myself awake multiple times a night. Sometimes, I’d pace around my room or fly around the city to clear my mind. Sometimes, I’d just go downstairs for some water.
On one of those nights, I happened to find (Y/N) asleep on the couch, surrounded by books. Her hair was in a messy braid and she was still in her day clothes. Her lips were slightly parted and her breaths were even. She looked so peaceful; beautiful.
I gently took the half-closed book from her hands and marked her page, placing it on the coffee table. I pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered her with it before going back upstairs. All thoughts of my previous nightmare had been replaced with (Y/N)’s angelic, sleeping face.
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About a month later, I had a particularly bad nightmare. I found myself outside (Y/N)'s bedroom door, as I did every night occasionally to listen for her even breaths through the door and make sure she was okay.
Tonight, however, I heard nothing.
Not a single sound; no breaths. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing up and down the hallway and wondering whether or not I should go in. If she’s awake, she’ll think I’m creepy for coming into her room in the middle of the night, I thought. As I paced above the staircase, I heard… music playing very softly. It was really quiet, obviously magically muffled so not to disturb. It wasn’t coming from a tv or a radio; someone was playing the piano downstairs and singing.
Singing. The sound was so melodic; the most beautiful voice I’d ever heard in my existence. I sat down on the top step and leaned against the wall. I’d never heard the song before. It was sad, but it was so beautiful and poetic and I wished I could remember all the words.
My mind became hazy and my eyes grew heavy. I told myself I’d only close them until she finished her song, and then I’d go back into my room and rest.
For the first time since Under the Mountain, I fell into a dreamless sleep. The next thing I knew, it was morning and my neck hurt. I awoke in the same spot, sitting on the top stair.
With the throw blanket draped around me.
On the Roof
Pairings: I initially wrote this as an Az x reader but I think it accidentally came out as a Rhys x reader. Idrk, you figure it out🫠 Summary: Reader is Rhys’s mate, but is having a Nesta moment (thinking she’s not good enough for him). She flees Velaris and Azriel is sent to watch over her/convince her to come back. Warnings: Curse words, insecurities, angst. Word count: 737
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“What are you doing?”
The shadowsinger whorled around at the sound of your voice. Part of him was amazed; it wasn’t often someone managed to surprise him.
You’d caught him on the roof of your apartment building, waiting for you to get home from work. You knew he’d been watching you for about two weeks, but you hadn’t actually been able to catch him in the act until now.
“I was… uh…” he stuttered, not sure how to proceed. You crossed your arms, raising a brow at him.
“Did Rhys send you?” Your voice was calm, trying to hide the anger that you felt. He swallowed.
“Yes,” he admitted. “But… I also wanted to come.”
“Why?” Pure curiosity, again hiding the anger.
“I…” Another swallow. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
You blinked. “I’m fine.”
“Okay… good,” he responded. It was quiet for a few moments. “Rhys misses you. He wants to apologize; he’s been a wreck since you left.” You let out a long exhale, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
I’m the one who left without an explanation, but of course he wants to apologize, you thought. Perfect Rhysand, always being so caring and attentive and fucking perfect.
A shiver ran up your spine. You slowly approached where he stood next to the railing and looked out over the city. “I’m not coming back to Velaris.”
“Why not?” You were shocked at the question; you didn’t think he cared that much. But then again, you were really good friends with Az before you left. You always felt like you could talk to him. He seemed to get you when no one else did. You silently cursed yourself for ruining that friendship, and all the others.
“I don’t want it.” You fought to keep your voice from breaking. As usual, he knew exactly what you meant.
“(Y/N), he’s your mate.”
“That means nothing.”
“That means everything!” He wasn’t yelling by any means, but his voice was definitely louder than you’d ever heard it. He turned back to face you and exhaled. “You’re really fucking lucky, you know… You’re lucky to even have a mate at all; some of us would give anything for that bond.”
Your ears heated. Az hadn’t yet been mated. He never spoke about it, but you knew it had to have been hard for him to be the only un-mated male in the group. You saw the way he looked at Cassian and Nesta sometimes, like he was happy for them, but he craved that closeness with someone.
“But,” he continued. “You’re also lucky to have a mate who loves you so much. You’re lucky to have a mate who would do anything for you; who would go to the ends of the Earth just to make you happy. You’re lucky to have a mate who is such a good male. And you’re too fucking blind to see it.”
A hot tear rolled down your cheek and anger exploded in your chest. “Don’t you get it? That’s the fucking point.”
“What?” His voice was riddled with irritated confusion. You focused on the railing; you couldn’t meet his eyes.
“He’s so fucking good. He’s kind and he’s patient and he’s generous. He’s… perfect. And… I’m not. I’m a terrible fucking person. He should hate me. I deserve it. He shouldn’t be shackled to me for his entire existence just because of some archaic mating bond. He deserves better.” Tears fell freely down your face now and you could feel Azriel’s stare soften.
He wrapped an arm around you and you cried into his chest. You felt him press a soft kiss to my forehead and he rubbed your back. It was quiet for a while, besides the sound of your sniffles.
When you ran out of tears, you pulled back enough to look up at him. “Do you think I should go back?”
“Yes. I do.” He knew it wasn’t the answer you wanted to hear, but he could never lie to you. “And not just because of Rhys. Everyone misses you… Cass, Mor… Even Amren.” He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his voice soft. “I miss you.”
A shiver ran up your spine and you hugged him even tighter. “I miss you too, Az. I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have just abandoned you.”
“Don’t be sorry.” You felt his hands gently caressing your back. “Just come home.”
My Brother’s Sister
Pairing: Azriel x Rhys’s Sister!reader (f). Summary: Rhys forbids reader from talking to Azriel, but she says fuck that and also fuck me😏 and Az is down with it (set before Rhys is High Lord). Warnings: 18+, smut, soft!dom!Az, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, pet names (good girl, baby girl), unprotected sex. Word Count: 1.4k
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“Can I talk to you?” Rhys had cornered you in the hallway after dinner. His eyes were… sad. Something was wrong. You nodded, thinking it must be something serious. You followed him down the hallway to the private library. He shut the door behind him and was quiet for a few moments, not sure how to start.
“You know I love you, right?” he asked. You nodded, your brows furrowing. You two were close, but it wasn’t often you were so candid about your feelings. “And I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Are mom and dad okay?” Your parents had gone on a trip to Illyria and weren’t going to be back until next week. Had something happened to them? Is that why he was acting so weird?
He sighed. “They’re fine, this isn’t about them.”
“Then what is it about? You’re scaring me.” You wrapped your arms around yourself.
“I see how you look at Az.” He crossed his arms. You blinked. That was not at all what you were expecting. Sure, maybe you had a little crush on the shadowsinger, but it wasn’t enough for Rhys to be making this big of a deal out of it.
“So?”
“So I want you to know that it’s never going to go anywhere.” Your eyes narrowed.
“Did he say something-”
“No, I just… Look, (Y/N), you know I care about you. And Az is like a brother to me; if this ends badly between you, you’ll both be hurt and I’ll be caught in the middle. I don’t want-”
“It’s none of your business, Rhysand.” He swallowed his fury, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He always loved your feistiness, but not when it was directed at him.
When he spoke again, his voice was even. “You are forbidden to speak to him anymore.”
“That’s bullshit,” you spat. “I’m a grown female and I can do whatever I want. You’re not High Lord yet, so don’t think you can get away with bossing me around, you pretentious prick.” You fled the room, slamming the door in his face and shuffled angrily through the halls of the House of Wind. He hadn’t even bothered to follow you.
You were seething as you practically stomped down the hallway in a blind rage, and found yourself before Az’s bedroom.
You banged on the door. It took all of five seconds before it opened and a shirtless male emerged.
“(Y/N)? What’s wro-” Your lips cut him off. He was surprised at first, but eventually relaxed into it, kissing you back. You knew he’d felt the same about you; he was just too shy and afraid of Rhys to do anything about it.
You gently nudged him backwards, into his room, and once you were fully inside, you kicked the door shut behind you, using magic to lock it. You guided him back toward the bed. He pulled away, confusion all over his face. He looked like he had a million questions, but couldn’t quite voice any of them.
“Wh… what are you doing?” His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he fought to keep his sanity.
“I want you,” you mumbled somewhat desperately, tugging at the waistband of his pants. He glanced at the door, his lips slightly parted, as if he expected Rhys to kick it open and rip him to shreds. “Az.” The sound of your voice pulled his eyes back to you. “Please,” you whimpered.
His kiss was gentle and sweet, and he cupped your ass as he picked you up. He placed you gently on his bed, only breaking the kiss to pull your shirt off.
You gasped as he sucked your nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. You held back a moan, arching your back. He pulled off with a satisfying pop.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered, eyes drinking in your naked torso.
He kissed his way down your body, and you shivered to see him kneeling between your legs.
He looked up at you, lust temporarily removed from his gaze. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You could not have been more sure. He smirked, tugging the waistband of your leggings and removing them completely.
“Mmm, you’re already so wet for me,” he mumbled. He was so close that you could feel his breath against your heat and you lifted your hips, trying to get even closer to him. “Aww. Are you desperate for me, baby?”
“Fuck, yes, Az, please-” Before you could even finish, he was licking a long stripe from the bottom to the top of your slit. Just the feeling of his warm tongue on you made you want to cum right there. Once he got to the top, he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you moan. You covered your mouth, knowing that Cassian’s bedroom was right across the hall.
He slid a finger in you, but it wasn’t enough. A mere tease. You whimpered.
“Please…” He knew what you meant, adding another finger. Your head fell back against the mattress in pure pleasure and you had to fight to keep quiet. You arched your back again. You wanted more, and he was happy to deliver, adding a third finger. Now, you had to bite down on your fingers to stifle the ungodly noises you wanted to make.
Your legs started to shake. He felt your pussy begin clenching around his fingers and immediately pulled out. You let out a disappointed whimper. In moments, he was face to face with you, his lips on yours.
You could taste yourself on his lips. His fingers drew agonizingly slow circles on your clit and you rutted against them, begging for more. He smirked against your lips.
You reached down, palming his dick through his pants.
Gods, he was big. A shiver ran up your spine.
He pulled his pants down, letting his massive cock spring free. He wrapped a hand around it, pumping it once. Your eyes widened at the sheer size of it.
He must have sensed your panic, because he said, “We don’t have to-”
“I want it,” you said, your eyes shifting back to his. You swore he looked like a god in that moment, his muscular body on display, a hand clasped around his cock. “Please, Azriel… Fuck me.”
For a moment, all of his restraint disappeared and he was entirely primal, but he took a deep breath to calm himself. You licked your lips as he stepped closer. He leaned down, kissing you gently again as he guided his cock to your wet pussy. You wrapped your arms around his neck, excitement buzzing through you as he pushed in.
He went ever so slowly, letting you adjust to him. You sucked in a breath as his tip nudged your cervix, and he kissed your jaw in silent encouragement. He stayed still, waiting for your signal. Finally, you began to desperately shift your hips.
He smiled down at you for a moment, just watching you writhe on him. “My good girl,” he purred, and you swore your pussy clenched at just those words. He pulled out halfway then slowly thrust back in. You couldn’t help but moan. “Takin’ me so well… What did you say you wanted me to do to you?”
You swallowed, your brain working overtime just to get the words out. “Fuck me, Az.”
Once again, his restraint disappeared and this time, he didn’t fight it. He gripped your hips, thrusting in faster. You had never felt this good. Your brain couldn’t even form coherent thoughts anymore. You just clung to him as he pounded into you.
He reached down, rubbing circles on your clit again, and you tightened around him. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna cum for me, baby girl?”
You nodded, your mind beyond forming words.
He smirked, leaning down so that his lips were right next to your ear as he whispered, “Why don’t you cum loud enough for Rhys to hear?”
That was all the permission you needed.
You were sure all of Velaris heard your climax. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him sent Az over the edge. You were still seeing stars when he pulled out of you. You whimpered, feeling empty. He pulled you into his arms, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and pressing another gentle kiss to your lips.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
You were about to tell him you love him back when there was a loud pounding on the door.
In the Tent
Pairing: Azriel x f!reader. Summary: In a tent with Azriel and the reader is in absolute heat😩 Warnings: 18+, smut, soft!dom!Az, fingering, pet names (bunny, good girl). Word count: 857.
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“(Y/N)? What are you doing?” You took in the sight of the shadowsinger, laying in his bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as you entered his tent.
You didn’t respond as you climbed into his bed and cuddled up next to him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you.
You’d gone on a trip with the Inner Circle to one of the Illyrian camps. You each had your own tent, but you didn’t feel like sleeping alone.
“I’m lonely,” you responded, burying your face in his neck. “And cold.”
He held you tighter to warm you up, kissing the side of your head. You began kissing his neck as his warmth began to seep into you.
“You’re freezing,” he murmured, a shiver running down his spine from the feeling of your ice cold lips on his skin. You smirked.
“I can think of a way to warm me up faster,” you said against his neck. You’d had moments like this with Az before - little kisses, maybe a cuddle session here or there, but it never went any further than that. His body went impossibly still at your insinuation. You slid your hands beneath his shirt, feeling his muscular chest. You leaned back in to kiss him. His tongue slid over your bottom lip and you opened his mouth slightly, letting him in. He explored your mouth with his exceptionally skilled tongue and you felt heat pooling between your legs already, wondering just how good that tongue would feel in other places...
Without breaking the kiss, you situated yourself so that one of his legs was between both of yours, and you writhed against it. He pulled back.
“(Y/N),” he reprimanded.
“Azriel, please…” You pouted. “Don’t you want me?” You didn’t even notice his hands were on your ass until his grip tightened.
“Of course I do,” he practically growled, making you smile. “I want you so bad, bunny.” You rutted against him again, unable to control yourself at the pet name he’d reserved for just you. “Wanted you for so long now… but when I finally do fuck you, I want to make you scream. And if we do it now, everyone in the whole damn camp is going to hear.”
You swallowed, not used to hearing that kind of language from him. You were so far past the point of caring what anyone else would think. You tugged on the waistband of his pants, but they didn’t move. You whined desperately.
“Please,” you begged.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight.” You felt a frustrated sob working its way up your throat. “But if my poor bunny needs help, I suppose I could help you some other way.”
“Yes!” you replied, almost a bit too loudly. “Yes,” you said again, quieter this time. “I need help so badly, please, Az.” He smirked. He gently grabbed your hips, placing you between his legs with his chest against your back and tugging down your pajama bottoms. Your breath caught in your throat when you finally felt his fingers where you needed them most.
He rubbed slow circles on your clit, but even that was enough to send electricity up your spine. You bit your bottom lip. His other hand tugged your shirt up. You shivered, suddenly hyper aware of just how exposed you were.
“Y’look so pretty, bunny,” he murmured in your ear as if he’d somehow read your thoughts. He slid a finger inside your wet pussy and you exhaled deeply, finally getting some sort of relief. You felt his soft lips on your neck as he pinched one of your nipples.
“Fuck,” you breathed when he added another finger. You felt his smirk on your neck. It was so good, so fucking good, but at the same time, you wanted more. You wanted his cock slamming into you, his hands tugging your hair or slapping your ass. You jerked your hips against his fingers and he pulled out. “Please,” you whimpered. “‘M sorry.”
“You’re going to be a good girl and let me do it?”
“Yes, I’ll be good.” To your relief he slid back in, but went slower than before, punishing. As you fought the urge to rut against his fingers again, you noticed something hard pressing against your backside.
“So wet for me, bunny,” he whispered, making your pussy clench around his fingers. He added a third, and his other hand traveled down to rub circles on your clit. “Gonna cum, baby?”
“Gods, Azriel, yes, fuck,” you swore as your orgasm came crashing down upon you.
“Good girl, bunny. Such a good girl for me,” he murmured as you came down. He flipped you around so you could lay on his chest while you caught your breath. He loved seeing you pant for him. Before your heart rate was even back to normal, you reached down.
He grabbed your wrist right as your hand wrapped around his clothed cock. It was probably painfully hard. Still, he pulled your hand away.
“Please,” you whimpered again. “Wanna make you feel good.”
“Don’t be greedy, bunny.” He wrapped his arms around you. “Rest.”
“Can You... Hold Me?”
Pairing: Rhys x f!reader Summary: Reader is a prisoner UtM and asks Rhys to cuddle her in a moment of weakness. He comes to a shocking realization. Warnings: None (literally just fluff). Word count: 487. A/N: This is literally so short, I’m sorry, rip.
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“Rhys?” Her voice shook a little and my heart broke for her. I turned back to her. I will never forget the look on her face… pure, unadulterated fear. She paused, but eventually asked, “Can you… hold me?”
“Yes,” I breathed without a second thought. She made room for me and I climbed into her tiny cot, wrapping my arms around her as she nuzzled into me.
I would do anything to help her feel less scared and less alone, but I’d be lying if I said I had nothing to gain from this. Sure, I was used to being physically used by Amarantha, but I hadn’t had this kind of innocent intimacy since long before Under the Mountain. It felt… good.
Too good.
Her head rested between my neck and my shoulder. I held her close to me, gently rubbing her back as her body calmed. I didn’t expect her to fall asleep right away, and she didn’t. In fact, she practically clung to me and stared at the wall for at least an hour, thinking. I wasn’t sure if talking would help, so I just kept quiet and decided to wait for her to come to me. She didn’t, though. She stayed quiet. Staring. Drowning in thought.
It took a long while, but eventually, I began to feel all the tension in her body begin to ease. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breaths were even.
But I couldn’t bring myself to leave.
I realized that I wanted to stay like this forever. Holding her, rubbing her back, playing with her hair. Just watching her sleep.
I hadn’t felt anything in my heart for decades. I’d often wondered if it had simply gone dormant or if the ability to love was yet another thing that Amarantha had taken from me. But I felt something then, like a firework in my chest, exploding into brilliant colors of light and happiness.
I knew then that I loved (Y/N).
It startled me and I quickly cast the thought out of my head, far far away. I was too afraid to even think something like that in this place. Should Amarantha find out, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill (Y/N), not just out of jealousy, but also to spite me; just to show me that she could. Another show of the power she held over me… over all of us.
I couldn’t love her; that would only complicate things and put her in danger. So I swallowed the feelings; buried them deep down and tried to explain them away.
She’s the first girl who’s touched you like this in a long time, I told myself, and you're just clinging to her because of it. You don’t actually like her; you just need to feel loved and appreciated. Yeah, that must be it.
That must be why I just laid there for hours and hours and watched her breathe.
Me @ Feyre when she gave Rhys a blowie in the tent after Hybern attacked the Summer Court:
Nesta Week 2025 Masterpost
AO3
Total Word Count: 13,291
1. Day One: Bonds ♕ Nesta has forged many bonds during the series, from the Valkyries, to Elain and Feyre, to even a brotp with Azriel. What do you think of the bonds she's formed with her family and friends?
A Waltz With Magic: We know quite a bit about Nesta’s relationships with others, but what about her relationship with her magic?
2. Day Two: Mask ♕ Nesta wielded the mask in ACOSF, but she's also an expert in hiding her true thoughts and feelings. What does Nesta wearing a mask mean to you?
A Lesson in Façades: Nesta has been forced to wear many masks during her journey. But what about her love for books?
3. Day Three: True North ♕ The eight-pointed star has many meanings in Nesta’s journey, but the path is far from over. Where do you think her star is pointing?
Romance, Requests, and Redirection: Nesta’s compass has pointed first to the Cauldron and then to the Night Court. Will the next step in her journey be the Autumn Court?
4. Day Four: Lover ♕ Nesta has had many opportunities for love across Prythain — who do you ship her with? Cassian? Emerie? Eris? Gwyn? Azriel? Cresseida? Any and all ships are welcome!
Crimson: Eris and Nesta's potential for a romantic relationship has interested me for such a long time. Aside from the obvious fire symbolism, their childhoods, traumas, desires, and the things they enjoy are similar in so many ways.
5. Day Five: Mother ♕ Not only does Nesta have a bond with the Mother, but she's also mommy Mother. How do you see this word applying to her?
Sleepy Affection: Nesta has been a mother to many, but how do Eris’ smokehounds see their mother?
6. Day Six: Birthday Girl ♕ While Nesta doesn’t have a specified birthday in canon, that doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate our favorite character turning a year older! How do you think Nesta and the people who love her would celebrate her special day?
Vibrant Velaris: What do the Valkyries have planned for their best friend on her special day?
7. Day Seven: Free Day ♕ Any topic of your choosing!
Karaoke Night: What happens when our two favourite, most badass females from different universes cross paths with each other in a modern world?
Thank you so much to @nestaarcheronweek for hosting Nesta Week 2025! The prompts were so much fun to work with and I had a great time!
Line dividers credit goes to @sweetmelodygraphics
Feyre and Rhysand 🩵💜🖤✨🖤💜🩵
Middle picture art by: Stephanie Brown offbeatworlds
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