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littlest-w01f · 3 days ago

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Surprise

Rhysand x Reader (Batboys mentioned)

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

BDAY CELEBRATION

Summary: Having your first birthday in a safe home with your brother and his friends

Cw: A little bittersweet between Az and reader, reader got trauma

As you slowly opened your heavy eyelids, a warm glow of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across your cosy bedroom. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers that wafted from the garden outside. It was a peaceful start to what promised to be a momentous day - your birthday, the first one after Rhysand's mother had taken you and your brother in.

Your mind still foggy from sleep, you stretched languidly beneath the plush comforter, feeling the familiar softness of your bed envelop you like a comforting embrace. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you settled back into the pillows, relishing the rare tranquillity that usually eluded this household filled with high-energy Illyrians.

A soft knock at the door broke the spell, followed by a gentle voice calling out, "Breakfast is ready when you are, y/n darling." Rhysand's mother's words carried a hint of excitement, probably eager to kick off the festivities. The said female was the best second mother you could've asked for, after Rhysand had offered you and your brother a home, his mother had taken you in with open arms. And while adjusting to the new life had been hard for Azriel, you had fit in perfectly with your new family.

Rhysand's mother stepped into the room, her vibrant smile lighting up her face as she saw you sitting up in your bed. She looked radiant in a flowing gown, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. "Happy birthday, dear!" She exclaimed joyfully, crossing the room to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. Her warmth and affection washed over you like a soothing balm, chasing away the last vestiges of sleepiness.

"Thank you, mama Dalia," You mused, cheeks colouring slightly, you had never experienced this. A mother's love. While Azriel was allowed a few hours to spend with your mother, you never were, nearly physically tied to the family as the only daughter, and your half-mother always had something or the other for you to do so that you couldn't see her. While Azriel was locked away in the family dungeons, you were tied to the kitchen, nothing more than a housemaid.

As she pulled back, her eyes sparkled with the same mischief Rhysand's did. "Rhys wanted to come wake you himself, but I managed to hold him off," She confided with a conspiratorial wink. "He's been buzzing around the kitchen like a bee, determined to make everything perfect for your special day."

"You didn't have to do all that..." You spoke as you swung your legs to the side, stretching your leathery wings out, wings that had been threatened more times than you could even count, if you misbehaved, if you stepped out of line, if you breathed wrong.

"Nonsense! It's your birthday. It's only once that a little faeling turns 17 now, isn't it?" She extended a hand to help you up, her touch gentle yet firm. "Come now, get ready, and get downstairs, breakfast awaits!"

As you reached downstairs, the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon grew stronger with each step. As you entered the dining room, Rhysand was already there setting the table with a flourish. His face lit up when he saw you, violet eyes twinkling with barely contained excitement.

"Surprise!" He announced grandly, gesturing to the lavish spread laid out before you. Famous Illyrian dishes, some High Fae dishes you had only tried because of him, and even a small cake adorned with candles waiting to be lit. "I made all your favorites," He declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

"He just got the eggs and meat," Dalia rolled her eyes at her son, "I did most of it." Rhysands's face dropped almost comically when his mother threw him under the bus like that.

You felt a rush of warmth in your chest at the sight, touched by their efforts to make this day special. You snorted when you saw Cassian sitting in front of a plate of food, too focused on it to notice you.

"Hungry beast," Rhysland teased his friend, playfully flicking a piece of bread at him. "We've hardly started and you're already scarfing everything down. This is about y/n, not you."

Cassian huffed but continued eating anyway, mouth full. After swallowing, he looked up and fixed you with a fond, if somewhat rumpled appearance due to being busy gobbling his food, look. "Hey, happy birthday y/n," He managed between bites. Then his gaze drifted past you, noticing Dalia who smiled benevolently back. "Mama D, these eggs are incredible."

The Illyrian matriarch smiled, pleased with the compliment, "Thank you, Cassian. I'm glad you're enjoying them." Rhysands hopped up to join Cassian at the table, pulling you with him.

As you took your seat beside Rhysand, you couldn't help but marvel at how far you'd come since arriving here. The warmth and acceptance you'd found in this household was a stark contrast to the cold cruelty of your past. Dalia and Rhysand had welcomed you and Azriel without hesitation, treating you both like cherished members of their family despite your origins.

Rhysand reached over to squeeze your hand, his touch sending a tingle through your skin. "I hope you know how much you mean to me... To us, y/n," He murmured softly, violet eyes shining with sincerity. "This is just the beginning of a whole year celebrating you!"

Once seated, Rhysand reached to take your hand, his slender fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle caress. He leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "This year is going to be different, for both of us." There was a certain urgency, a barely restrained enthusiasm in his tone that made your heart skip a beat.

A blush framed your cheeks as he poured the golden juice into your glass. You cleared your throat softly, trying to regain your composure as Rhysand handed you the glass. His touch lingered for a fleeting moment, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You took a sip, savouring the sublime flavour that seemed to dance on your tongue—a perfect blend of honey, rose petals, and a hint of starlight.

As you set the glass down, Rhysand's eyes met yours, a glimmer of something intense flickering within their depths. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe, lost in the depth of those captivating violet eyes. It was as if time itself had slowed, leaving only the two of you suspended in this intimate connection.

The charged atmosphere hung thick between you, heavy with unspoken promises and simmering emotions. Rhysand's thumb brushed gently against your knuckles, the simple gesture conveying volumes without needing words. He leaned in closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from your ear as he murmured, "I've been wanting to celebrate you properly for months now, ever since we realized... Well, you know."

His words trailed off, but the implication was clear. Your birthdays had passed in quiet introspection until recently, when the realization of your blossoming feelings for each other had dawned.

Now, with the weight of that understanding bearing down upon you, every glance and touch held a new significance. Rhysand's hand slid up your arm, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin as he gazed at you with an intensity that left you breathless.

"Darling, where is Azriel?" Rhysand's mother broke the spell, bringing in the last pot filled with food.

You perked up at the voice, looking away from Rhysand, "Yeah... Where is my brother...?"

Rhysand's expression softened, his gaze shifting to his mother as she placed the final dish on the table. "Azriel should be along soon," he assured you, though there was a hint of uncertainty beneath his calm exterior. "He wanted to surprise you with a gift, remember?"

Dalia nodded, her hands moving to adjust the placement of plates and utensils with practised ease. "Yes, I helped him along. He can be quite thoughtful when he wants to be." Her warm smile conveyed a sense of pride and affection for the eldest boy, despite his occasional prickliness.

Just then, footsteps echoed from upstairs, growing louder as they approached the landing. All heads turned, watching expectantly as Azriel descended the stairs, a small, wrapped package clutched in his hand.

Azriel's eyes scanned the room, finally settling on you with a shy smile. He looked a bit nervous, fidgeting with the edges of the parcel in his grasp. Clearing his throat, he began, "Y/n, um, Happy Birthday sis," His voice wavered slightly, betraying his usually stoic demeanour as his shadows curled around him.

With a deep breath, he continued, "I hope you like what I got you." He offered the present to you, his movements hesitant but sincere. "It's not much, but I thought it might mean a lot to you."

As you accepted the gift, Rhysand moved to stand beside Azriel, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Whatever it is, I'm sure y/n will appreciate the thought," He said reassuringly, his voice laced with warmth and brotherly support not giving away what the gift was.

"Oh, I can't wait!" You cheered, ripping through the paper, inside the paper was an intricate box, one you'd had before. You looked up at Azriel, "Az... Is... Is this...?"

"Open it." Azriel prompted, a smile on his face. "You know, twist the lock."

You turned the lock twice, and the little dancer popped up from the box, she was broken, cracked, but moving, and sweet music started playing from the box, hearing the tune tears fell from your eyes, a choked-off sob leaving your lips. "Az... This is..."

Azriel's eyes widened, his brows furrowing in concern as he watched your reaction. "Y/n? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice tinged with worry. Rhysand quickly moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a supportive embrace.

The memories flooded you, the little box your mother had given you, you would listen to it going to sleep and waking up, the turn still played in your head at times. The moment your step mother had gotten mad, she had thrown the box, breaking the dancer and the wires that made it work.

"I… I know it's not perfect, I couldn't hold it still for too long with my... My hands…" Azriel stammered, his gaze falling to the figurine still twirling within its box, he had wanted to repair the box himself, even if Rhysand had offered using his magic. "I didn't mean to upset you."

You launched yourself in his arms, face buried in his chest and you sobbed, "I love it... I love... Love it."

Azriel's arms enveloped you tightly, holding you close as you cried. He stroked your hair soothingly, his own eyes misty with emotion. "I'm so glad, y/n," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I wanted to give you something that meant something, something that reminded you of home and happier times."

As your tears subsided, Azriel pulled back just enough to wipe your damp cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm sorry I couldn't fix it completely," he said, his expression apologetic.

"I... Think I might like it better cracked." You whispered, holding into his hand, stroking the burn scars that covered them.

He pulled you in for another hug, this one a bit tighter, a silent declaration of his love and acceptance. As you stood there, wrapped in the embrace of your twin, surrounded by the warmth and affection of your family, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

The day wore on, filled with laughter, delicious food, and gifts. Rhysand's mother had got you the order from her mate, the High Lord, to let you train with the rest of males, Cassian, had handmade you some wonky leathers that your adoptive mother had assured she could fix, and Rhysand, he was yet to gift you anything as the night covered the sky.

Rhysand led you outside to the balcony overlooking the city. The stars twinkled above, casting a magical glow over the sprawling landscape below. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually happy you were born on the Summer Solstice," Rhysand remarked, his voice low and husky in the cool night air. "It gives me an excuse to spoil you rotten every year, even if we don't really celebrate."

He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over you, yet making no move to crowd you. Instead, he reached out, his fingertips grazing the curve of your cheek in a gentle caress. "You deserve all the celebrations and gifts in the world, y/n," Rhysand murmured, his violet eyes locked onto yours. "Not because of your birthdate, but because you're an incredible person who brings joy and light into our lives."

Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips seeping into your skin. When he pulled back, a mischievous grin played on his lips. "Now, about that gift I promised… I have a feeling you're going to love it, even if it's not exactly traditional."

"You've been teasing me all day... Did you even get me a gift?" You teased, all day, he had been purposefully taunting you, making you believe every box he held was a gift for you.

Rhysand chuckled, the sound was rich and smooth, like velvet against your ears. "Of course I did, you impatient thing," he teased, reaching into the folds of his dark leathers. With a flourish, he produced a small, exquisitely crafted box adorned with intricate silver filigree. The lid creaked open, revealing a stunning necklace inside, a delicate chain supporting a teardrop pendant of pure, shimmering starlight.

"It's a piece of the celestial realm, forged in the heart of a fallen star," Rhysand explained, his voice hushed with reverence. "Legend says it grants the wearer visions of their deepest desires, guiding them towards true happiness and fulfillment." He held out the necklace, offering it to you with a hopeful smile. "What do you think, y/n?"

Your fingers trembled slightly as you took the exquisite necklace from Rhysand's outstretched palm. The starlight pendant seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, drawing you in with its ethereal beauty. As you fastened the delicate chain around your neck, the cool metal rested against your warm skin, the starlight pulsing softly against your collarbone.

"You truly amaze me, Rhys," You breathed, gazing up at him with wonder-filled eyes. "It... It's so beautiful."

He smiled, his gaze lingering on the way the starlight caught the highlights in your hair. "I know you will wear it well, my love," Rhysand whispered, brushing a stray lock behind your ear.

You reached up on your toes and kissed him tenderly, your lips meeting in a sweet, chaste press of mouths. Rhysand's arms came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his strong, lean body. He returned the kiss with equal gentleness, his lips moving slowly against yours as if savouring the taste and feel of you.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were left breathless, your cheeks flushed with the heat of the moment. Rhysand's violet eyes shone with adoration as he gazed down at you, his fingers trailing lightly along your spine. A blush covered your cheeks, "Was that a vision?" You whispered as you pulled away. "Or was that real?"

"Maybe we should do it again so you can be sure." Rhysand teased, leaning down to kiss you again. His lips claimed yours once more, this time with a hint of playfulness, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your mouth before delving inside to dance with yours. You melted into the kiss, your body pressing eagerly against his as the world around you faded away.

When he finally pulled back, you were left dazed and breathless, your heart racing in your chest. Rhysand's eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned down at you, clearly pleased with the effect his kisses had on you.

As Rhysand's lips claimed yours once more, the world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of passion and devotion. His tongue swept across your lower lip, seeking entrance, and you welcomed him in with a soft moan.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as Rhysand's hands roamed your curves, mapping the contours of your body with hungry desire. You clung to him, lost in the intoxicating flavor of his mouth, the hardness of his chest pressing against your softer one.

Breaking the kiss, Rhysand's breath came in ragged gasps as he stared down at you, his eyes blazing with an intense, all-consuming need. "That was definitely a vision," He rasped, his voice thick with longing. "One I want to experience many, many more times."

His strong arms encircled your waist, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around in a dizzying circle. Laughter bubbled up from within you, mingling with the cool night air as you twirled, your dark hair flying out like a banner.

Rhysand's laughter joined yours, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the quiet streets below. He set you down gently, but kept you close, his hands splayed across your lower back as he nuzzled your temple with his nose.

"We should do this more often," He murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Be lost in each other's arms…" His words trailed off into a soft, seductive whisper that made your knees weaken.

Rhysand waved his hand, and the little music box surrounded you with it's tune as the two of you stoof under the start sky, lost under the enchanting melody, you lost yourself in Rhysand's embrace, the world narrowing down to the two of you swaying in perfect harmony. The music box's delicate notes seemed to weave a spell around you, filling the night air with a hypnotic rhythm that matched the beating of your heart.

As the hours slipped by, the camp slumbered on, unaware of the secret serenade taking place high above its streets. But you and Rhysand were worlds away, transported to a realm where time stood still and nothing existed beyond the thrum of the music and the warmth of each other's bodies as you stargazed.

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snowdropflowers · 1 day ago

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Azriel just shook his head. “I’ll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am.”

I wondered if the shadowsinger was usually the first to throw himself into danger. ACOMAF Chapter 16

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” ACOWAR Chapter 64

“Do you want me to hunt it down?” An easy, unruffled question. ACOFAS Chapter 7

“I want to confirm that Briallyn has the Crown,” Azriel said. “I’ll travel to the human lands tomorrow.” ACOSF Chapter 41

As you can see in the scenes above, Azriel takes it upon himself to take on the entire dangerous mission. Azriel saving Elain from the Hybern army is nothing special to Elain. If Nesta and Feyre had been in Elain's place, he would have gone to the rescue again. Azriel found and saved Mor and Gwyn. Which is what Feyre stated in the scene above.

There may be other scenes like the scenes I wrote above, but these were the scenes I could find.

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high-queen-feyre · 11 hours ago

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Friendly reminder that Rhysand got married to Feyre just so she could call him her husband, while also getting properly mated even when marriage is weak compared to what they have just cause he wanted Feyre to have that human piece of herself with her forever.

Also because he wanted Feyre to call him "my husband"

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oristian · 1 day ago

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“I am a demon, and a nightmare.”

“Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord.”

— A Court of Mist and Fury

I could not decide between Day Two and Day Three, so I hope you all enjoy a mix of the two!

I have always enjoyed how Rhys seemingly plays the part of the villain, but only a select few know the truth beneath the facade. A secret fantasy of mine is that Rhys would have been kept the villain and would have had to find redemption throughout the series, ultimately becoming the Rhys that he is, now. (I would have ate up Feyre being torn between Tamlin and Rhys and falling for the villain, despite herself)

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batboysappreciationweek · 3 days ago

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greenleaf777 · 2 days ago

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I don’t know why the acotar fandom in general shies away from this word so much but newsflash 🚨

THIS IS A ROMANCE SERIES

Azriel and Elain have known each other for 2 years.

Azriel is already in love with Elain

Elain is already in love with Azriel

After 4 books you are not going to get a “i think i may be falling for you” you are going to get a “I fell in love with you the night you stayed up and listened to my garden plans till sunrise(or insert moment here)”

#elriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #elain archeron #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #sjm #sarah j maas

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tremsing82 · 14 hours ago

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Lucien was ALSO a Victim in MaF

I was reminiscing about why I hate Mist and Fury the most out of the 5 ACOTAR books and I remembered chapter 47.

Lucien finds Feyre in the night court mountains. After tracking her for months. Lucien is desperately trying to talk to his “kidnapped” friend who he thinks is possibly brainwashed or being mentally controlled by Rhys a known Daemati.

When Feyre left spring court she left Lucien alone to deal with a paranoid Tamlin who is now an angry paranoid Tamlin, and the emotionally manipulative Ianthe who is whispering in Tamlin’s ear while also trying to molest Lucien any chance she can. In ACOTAR Lucien got to know how capable Feyre is, not only in battle but in holding her ground against people she doesn’t agree with. He would watched her stare down Tamlin and get him to bend to her whims. Was she badly affected by her trauma from UTM yes, did Lucien try his best to advocate for her needs to Tamlin he did. But when Feyre left he was left alone to carry the burden of Tamlin and Ianthe. Was Feyre at all mentally stable at the time she left spring, no, but she was there. She would get bursts of anger and stubbornness at times with Tamlin and confront him. And that was reassuring to Lucien. That probably had him know the spitfire is not gone. If she stayed I would not be surprised if Lucien was the one to help her heal mentally and would help Feyre out of the dark abyss that her trauma put her in.

But she didn’t stay and that ok, because she did get better in a way that worked for her, that’s not my problem. My problem is how she treated Lucien that entire chapter. How the narrative was changed to make his actions look like he was an enabler of an abuser. Which is 100% not true and the words of the book prove it. And well when she left no one was helping Lucien either. Because he now had to navigate both Tamlin’s rage and anger and Ianthes manipulations and hands. He worked his ass off on looking for a way to break a bargain. He did everything he could to stop Tamlin from talking to Hybern. Which Tamlin only looked to Hybern because Ianthe was whispering in his ear.

Can you imagine Lucien being in a day court library and hasn’t slept in 24hours and then he suddenly gets an urgent letter from Bron telling him he needs to get back to spring, so he gets back to spring using all his winnowing magic he has to see Tamlin looking over his coastline maps to see the best meeting point with Hybern. His hair all disarrayed from zero sleep and his shirts untucked and he has to lean into Tamlin’s eye sight to get him to listen to his frantic pleas not to work with Hybern. All while Ianthe is on Tamlin’s other side defending Tamlin’s decision. Ugh it’s like being a nail in a hard place.

He needs his friend back. He needs Feyre back. Not to distract Tamlin or to seduce him back to happiness. But because she is the only one who can stand toe to toe with Tamlin and get him to back away. Lucien can’t. Not because he doesn’t try but because there is some submission Lucien naturally has to Tamlin. And Lucien has argued even at risk to his safety with Tamlin and Tamlin unleashed a power that shook the house with Lucien in that powers pathway. It’s 2 against 1 in the house right now and Lucien can only stave off bad decisions for so long.

He was pleading with Feyre on the mountain. His exact words were “you don’t understand the mess we are in. We…I need you home. Now.” So he knows working with Hybern is on the table. He watched his best friend murder spring court soldiers in a rage because of Feyre being “kidnapped”. And he knows Calanmai is coming up in 2-3 days (I think is the timeline) which Tamlin is refusing to perform his duty (understandably). But that means it falls on Lucien and Lucien knows Ianthe is going to manipulate the maiden part of the ceremony to ensure he picks her. He knows he is going home to be sexual assaulted. He wants his friend to come home and help him put things back in order.

Granted is that Feyre’s duty no, but he is desperate to have help in spring. And at this time he thinks she is a victim of a kidnapping and of Rhys’ Daemati powers.

Shortly after he leaves is when he agrees with Tamlin in talking with Hybern and personally I think he was so down trotted and worn down that he just stop fighting Tamlin on it. Plus he performed Calanmai, the Magic chose Ianthe, he had to sleep with a woman who refuses to accept boundaries. He was sexually assaulted and feeling sick and upset and depressed and Ianthe probably had Tamlin go and ask Lucien if they can look towards Hybern now because Lucien is not in any good mental space to put up an objection. Ianthe wore Lucien down till he just had no more energy to stop Tamlin. He was exhausted mentally, and physically, and emotionally and that all worked in Ianthe’s favor and Lucien is still paying the guilty price for it. And sadly when you think about it, all he wanted was his friend back. And if Feyre or Rhys were just a tad bit smarter maybe they would have looked into his mind to see exactly why he needed Feyre home. But of course Rhys made it out like being in Lucien’s mind is a torture no one should ever be subjected to. Because god help us if you actually used your powers in a useful manner.

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #feyre archeron #rhysand #rhys acotar #acotar #acomaf #ianthe acotar #Lucien was a victim too

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 3 days ago

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Nesta: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany!

Nesta [earlier]: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.

#nesta #acotar nesta #incorrect acotar quotes #acotar incorrect quotes #funny acotar #acotar memes #acotar #acowar #acomaf #acofas #acosf

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littlest-w01f · 1 day ago

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Day Off

Feysand x Reader

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

BDAY CELEBRATION

Summary: On your birthday, your mates can't help but order you to stay in bed with them and rest.

Cw: Food play, Oral!F Receiving, Smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: I was so busy yesterday I forgot I hadn't queued this yet :')

Early in the morning on your birthday, you were out of bed, taking a shower and preparing for your day ahead. The warm water cascaded over your skin as you stood under the showerhead, letting the steamy spray wash away the remnants of sleep. The air was filled with the sweet scent of your favourite lavender body wash, its soothing aroma helping to calm your mind.

As you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness despite the workload you still had for the day.

But before you could dry yourself you felt strong hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. A deep, familiar voice whispered in your ear, "Happy Birthday, baby."

Your heart raced as you recognized the touch and scent of Rhysand. He had obviously snuck into the bathroom while you were lost in thought under the spray. His muscular arms held you securely as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses along your damp skin. He winnowed you out, pushing you back onto the bed, making you bounce.

With a soft gasp, you settle back into the plush pillows as Rhysand and Feyre fuss over you. The Illyrian High Lord's chiselled features soften with concern while his mate, the former mortal turned High Fae, gently brushes a strand of hair from your forehead.

"You are not leaving us this early in the morning, it's your birthday. You are not working yourself to death on your birthday" Feyre murmurs, her eyes filled with warmth. "We won't take no for an answer."

Rhysand nodded in agreement, his dark hair gleaming in the candlelight. "Besides, we've got everything right here." He gestures to the lavish spread that appeared before you, delectable pastries, steaming mugs of ambrosial tea, and delicate fruit tarts.

As they coax you to indulge, you can't help but laugh at their antics. "No, I can't. I have work to finish, Madja will kill me if I am late." You try to get up from the bed.

Rhysand gently but firmly pushes you back down onto the plush bed, his strong hands easily overpowering your resistance. His violet eyes flash with determination as he looms over you.

"No arguments today, my love. Feyre is right - your birthday only comes once a year. Your work can wait one day." His voice is low and commanding, brooking no dissent. "Madja may be fearsome when it comes to work, but even she would understand putting aside duties to celebrate with loved ones."

Feyre settles beside you, her slender fingers intertwining with yours. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and affection. "Please, just give us this day. Let us spoil you rotten like you deserve." She brings your joined hands to her lap, pulling you in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

Your body relaxes completely as Feyre kisses you, you melt against Feyre like snow the morning after the Winter solstice. Her lips are impossibly soft yet insistent, igniting sparks of pleasure that dance along your nerves.

When she finally pulls back, you're left breathless and flushed, heart fluttering wildly in your chest. Feyre smiles, slow and sensual, clearly pleased by your reaction. Her thumb traces idle patterns on the back of your hand as she holds your gaze.

"I knew you couldn't resist us for long," Rhysand purrs, his deep voice rumbling through you. He leans down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmmm, you always smell divine first thing in the morning. Good enough to eat…" His tongue flicks out to taste your skin, drawing a shiver from you.

Feyre chuckles softly at Rhysand's words, her own desire kindling in response to his intimate gesture. She turns her attention back to you, her warm breath caressing your ear as she whispers, "Perhaps we should feed him something sweet instead... So he doesn't devour our birthday girl whole."

Her playful suggestion sends a thrill through you, your core clenching with anticipation. Rhysand's head lifts, his eyes glinting with wicked intent as he straightens up. "Now that's an idea I can get behind," he says, his voice dripping with promise.

Without warning, he reaches for a decadent chocolate cake adorned with sprinkles of starlight, his movements swift and deliberate. In a blur of motion, he pins you beneath him, the cool surface of the cake pressed against your stomach as he positioned himself between your thighs.

You squeal as he rubbed the chocolate cake into your freshly showered skin, "Rhys-" Your voice is cut by Feyre bringing in a tiny piece of puff pastry to your lips

Feyre's delicate finger offered you a crumbly slice of strawberry tart, its sweet aroma mingling with the rich scent of cocoa from the cake beneath you. As you part your lips to fully accept the treat, Feyre's other hand trails down your side, her touch feather-light and electrifying.

"Mmm, savor this," She cooed, her eyes never leaving yours as you bit into the flaky pastry. The burst of flavour explodes across your tongue, tangy berries and buttery crust. It's the perfect contrast to the cooling cake against your skin, sending tingles racing through you. "Isn't it so good? Don't you just wanna stay and relax today?"

Just as you swallow, Rhysand's mouth descends upon your abdomen, licking a strip of cake clean off you. "Mmm... Just when I thought you couldn't get more delicious..."

Feyre giggles at Rhysand's ravenous display, watching with unabashed delight as he worships your body with his mouth and tongue. "He's quite the hungry beast, isn't he?" she teases, her voice husky with arousal. "But don't worry, we'll make sure he's well-fed... In every way possible."

"Yeah..." You manage with a giggle as Rhysand focuses on your belly, licking and sucking, the feeling leaving you ticklish.

She moved to straddle your chest, her legs pressing against your breasts as she began to grind slowly against you. The heat of her core seeps through the thin fabric of her nightgown, stoking the flames of your own desire. "Let's show our birthday girl just how much we adore her," Feyre purred, leaning forward, leaving her just hovering above you, not too close, not too far.

Meanwhile, Rhysand continues his culinary exploration, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your quivering belly towards the juncture of your thighs.

"Ohhh... Yesss," You moaned softly as Rhysand licked a strip up your cunt, your breath hot against Feyre's slick folds.

Feyre shivered at the sensation, grinding herself harder against you. "That's it baby, worship me like a good little girl you are."

Rhysand chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer to his face. "Don't forget about me," he growled playfully before burying his face between your legs once more, his tongue delving deep inside you.

The dual sensations were almost too much to bear - Feyre riding your face while Rhysand devoured your dripping cunt. You could feel yourself climbing higher and higher towards release, your moans muffled by Feyre's dripping cunt.

"Mmmm... You taste so fucking good," Rhysand groaned against your core, his words vibrating through you. He lapped at your clit with long, slow strokes, occasionally dipping lower to thrust his tongue deep inside you.

Feyre rode your face with increasing fervor, her juices coating your chin and cheeks. "Yes! Oh fuck yes!" She cried out, her fingers tangling in your hair as she ground herself against your eager mouth.

The room filled with the lewd sounds of wet flesh slapping together and muffled moans. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, an intoxicating perfume that only spurred you on further.

"Ohh fuck yes, just like that!" Feyre cried out, her thighs trembling around your head as you worked her over with your skilled tongue. Her juices flowed freely now, coating your chin and dripping down onto the sheets below.

Rhysand continued his relentless assault on your dripping cunt, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he feasted on you like a starving man. The obscene slurping noises he made only added to the erotic symphony filling the room.

"Gods, you're both so fucking sexy," he growled appreciatively, his eyes locked on the debauched sight before him - you buried face-deep in Feyre's glistening cunt while he ate you out with wild abandon. "I could watch this all day…"

You whimpered under them, voice muffled but pleasure-filled "Mmmph… Fuck…" You managed to gasp out between licks, your voice muffled by Feyre's soaked folds. The pressure building inside you was reaching a fever pitch, your hips bucking uncontrollably against Rhysand's talented mouth.

"Ah ah ah!" Feyre threw her head back in ecstasy, her walls clamping down around your probing tongue as she came undone. Her release gushed out, flooding your mouth and drenching your chin. The taste of her essence was divine, sweet and musky all at once.

Feeling Feyre's orgasm triggered something primal in you. With a keening cry, you shattered apart, your climax crashing over you in intense waves. Your cunt spasmed wildly around Rhysand's invading tongue

"Mmmm… That's it baby, cum for us," Rhysand crooned, his voice low and rough with lust. He lapped greedily at your flowing nectar, prolonging your orgasm until you were nothing more than a boneless heap beneath him.

As the last tremors subsided, he placed a tender kiss on your sensitive clit before crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he tasted his mate on yours, a heady mix of sweetness and musk that made your spent body shudder anew.

Breaking away with a gasp, Rhysand grinned down at you, his eyes gleaming with wicked promise. "Ready for round two, darling y/n?"

Feyre giggled breathlessly beside you as you nodded along, face covered in her release, her fingers tracing idle patterns along your sweat-slicked skin. "Mmm, look at you, absolutely wrecked already," Feyre purred, her voice husky with satisfaction. She leaned in to capture your lips in a languid kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. "And yet still so eager for more…"

Rhysand hummed in agreement, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His hands roamed your curves possessively, mapping out every dip and swell. "We've barely even started, love. The day is just started and full of endless possibilities…"

He punctuated his words with a sharp nip to your earlobe, making you gasp. Feyre took advantage of your parted lips, slipping her tongue inside to dance with yours. Their combined touches ignited a fresh wave of desire within you, your body responding eagerly despite the thorough ravishing it had already endured.

"Well then," Feyre murmured sultrily, her eyes darkening with renewed hunger as she gazed down at your thoroughly debauched form. "What shall we do with our insatiable little birthday girl next?"

Rhysand smirked, his hand drifting lower to tease along the slick seam of your folds. "Hmmm, so many options…" He slid one thick finger inside you, groaning at the tight heat that engulfed him. "This greedy cunt could use another good fucking. Or maybe…" Another digit joined the first, pumping steadily as he spoke. "We could edge you for hours, keep you right on the brink until you're sobbing for release."

His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing firm circles that made you jolt and keen. "Or perhaps something a bit more… adventurous?"

You pouted, eyes crossed in the pleasure of his fingers, "Don't torture me... It's my birthday..."

"Aww, don't worry baby," Rhysand cooed, continuing his relentless finger-fucking. "We would never deny our precious birthday girl anything she desires." He added a third digit, stretching you deliciously as he curled them to hit that special spot deep inside.

Feyre hummed thoughtfully, watching your reactions with rapt attention. "I think our lovely y/n deserves the ultimate pleasure today," she purred, her clever fingers finding your aching nipples and pinching lightly. "How about a nice hard cock splitting you open? I bet you'd love to feel Rhys pounding into your sweet cunt…"

Her filthy words sent a bolt of pure lust straight to your core. Moaning wantonly, you arched into their touches, desperate for more stimulation.

"Ooh, I like the way you think," Rhysand purred, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your dripping cunt with a wet squelch. He brought them to his lips, sucking your essence off with relish. "Nothing quite like the taste of our princess on my tongue."

Feyre licked her lips hungrily as she watched him, desire smoldering in her gaze. "Let's give her exactly what she wants, shall we?"

Rhysand smirked, shifting his position between your splayed thighs. He notched the broad head of his impressive cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that made you whimper and clench needily around nothing.

"That's it, baby," He growled approvingly. "Gonna fill this greedy thing up real good."

"Please please please…" You begged, writhing beneath him, desperate to be filled.

With a wicked grin, Rhysand finally obliged, sinking into your welcoming heat with one powerful thrust. A guttural moan tore from his throat as your velvety walls clenched around him like a vice. "Fuuuuck," he groaned, savoring the exquisite sensation of being enveloped by your slick heat. "Always so goddamn tight for me."

Feyre watched avidly as he began to move, setting a deep, driving rhythm that quickly had you panting and clawing at his back. Each stroke stretched you deliciously, hitting all the right spots inside until stars burst behind your eyelids.

"Yes, just like that," She urged breathlessly, her own arousal mounting as she witnessed your pleasure.

"That's it, baby, take it all," Rhysand groaned, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. The obscene slap of flesh echoed through the room, mingling with your wanton moans and the creaking of the bed frame.

Feyre's eyes were riveted to where you were joined, transfixed by the sight of his thick cock disappearing into your cunt again and again. "Look at you, taking him so well," She praised huskily, reaching down to circle your throbbing clit with her fingertips. "Such a perfect little cock sleeve for your High Lord."

"Mmmm, you're right," Rhysand panted, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he chased his impending peak. "Our pretty little girl loves getting stuffed full of cock, doesn't she?"

He punctuated his words with a particularly forceful snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt inside your quivering body. Your answering wail was music to his ears, spurring him on as he rode you with wild abandon.

Feyre continued to work your sensitive bud, alternating between firm presses and maddeningly light caresses. Combined with Rhysand's relentless pounding, it wasn't long before you were teetering on the very precipice of ecstasy.

"Rhys!" You cried, eyes rolling back as the coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter. Your inner muscles fluttered wildly around his pistoning shaft, trying desperately to draw him deeper. You reached out to grip Feyre's arm, making her finger press harder on your clit.

"Cum for us, baby," Rhysand commanded, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through you. "Let go and surrender to the pleasure." With a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself fully inside you and stilled, grinding against your cervix as his hot seed erupted in thick spurts.

The feeling of his pulsing cock flooding your womb pushed you over the edge into blissful oblivion. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and turning your vision white, making your ears ring.

As the last tremors of your climax subsided, Rhysand carefully withdrew from your oversensitive flesh, leaving you feeling empty and bereft. A trickle of his cum seeped out of your abused hole, painting your thighs with pearlescent streaks.

"Mmm, such a pretty mess," Feyre purred appreciatively, swiping a finger through the sticky fluid and bringing it to her mouth for a taste. Her pink tongue darted out to lap at the digits, savoring the musky flavor with a low moan.

Rhysand chuckled at her enthusiasm, pressing a tender kiss to your sweat-dampened brow. "Rest now, love," he murmured softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "Regain your strength, we have so much more fun planned for you today."

You drifted off into a sated slumber, lulled by the steady thrum of your lovers' heartbeats and the gentle rise and fall of their chests as they cleaned you up. Time seemed to lose all meaning as you floated in that hazy space between dreams and reality, contentment suffusing every fibre of your being.

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