#Cassian /

[batboysanonymous]

A Breath Between Us

Cassian x Reader

Summary: She gave him space, just like he wanted, and it gutted her in silence while he realized too late that the air he needed was her.

Velaris was quiet that evening, cloaked in the hush of early spring. The wind carried the scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen, and the moon cast silver shadows over the Sidra.

Y/n moved silently through the House of Wind’s library, her bare feet cool against the stone floor. She hadn’t meant to overhear. In truth, she’d been coming to find Cassian—to ask if he wanted to spar in the morning. To feel normal again after the way he’d been slipping from her fingers like smoke.

But she froze when she heard his voice carry from the training ring just outside the archway, words rising sharp and unguarded in the open air.

"She’s just…always around lately. I feel like I can’t breathe sometimes."

Y/n’s heart stopped.

Not slowed.

Stopped.

She stood there, invisible in the shadows, as the person she loved more than anything exhaled the words like a weight off his chest.

Azriel’s low voice rumbled in reply. “She’s your mate, Cass.”

“I know. I know,” Cassian muttered, the leather of his gloves creaking. “But she’s everywhere. Clinging. And I don’t want to hurt her, but I need space. I feel smothered.”

A sharp, involuntary breath tore out of her lungs. But it was soundless—silent enough to be buried beneath the crack of a punch meeting Azriel’s pads.

Y/n stepped back, the quiet scuff of her heel brushing against stone somehow deafening in the silence that followed. She didn’t hear Azriel’s reply.

She didn’t need to.

She was already walking away.

She didn’t cry that night. Not even when the bond, the mate bond, pulsed low and confused in her chest like it had felt her retreat.

She didn’t show up to breakfast the next morning. Nor lunch. She missed training entirely. When Cassian passed her in the hallway later that evening, she didn’t flinch, didn’t pause—didn’t even look at him.

She might as well have looked through him.

Like he was a stranger.

At first, Cassian barely noticed. She’d vanished for a day before—needed alone time to read, to breathe. He didn’t press it.

By the second day, when he reached for her side of the bed and found cold sheets, he frowned.

By the third, when the bond between them buzzed with distance instead of the warm thrum of affection, he started to feel it.

By the fifth, it hurt.

Gods, it hurt.

Like a phantom limb where she used to be—present in every memory, every instinct, but no longer there. She didn’t laugh at his stupid jokes anymore. She didn’t braid her fingers through his when they passed in the hallway. She didn’t kiss his neck when he sat at his desk, didn’t pull him to bed when he worked too late.

She had disappeared in the loudest, most devastating silence he had ever heard.

And it was only then—only then—that he remembered.

The words. The ring. That one quiet moment of venting when he thought no one could hear.

She’d heard.

Cassian finally snapped when he found her in the gardens, speaking quietly with Elain beneath the wisteria-covered pergola. She looked radiant in the late sunlight, even as her voice carried no joy. Not for him.

She didn’t look at him when he approached. Didn’t turn. Not even when the bond screamed with his presence.

“Elain,” he said stiffly, eyes locked on Y/n’s profile. “Can I borrow her for a minute?”

Elain cast Y/n a glance. Y/n nodded absently.

Cassian waited until Elain walked out of earshot before he tried to speak.

“Have I done something?” he asked.

“No,” Y/n said softly. Then, colder: “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t. Her voice was all wrong. Detached. Hollow. Like he was speaking through glass.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’ve been giving you space.”

He blinked. “What?”

She turned then, finally meeting his eyes—and it cut more than he thought it could. Because nothing was there. Not anger. Not sorrow. Just… nothing.

“I didn’t realize I was smothering you,” she said. Her voice cracked, just once, but she pushed forward, eyes hard. “But you were right. I’ve been too much. So I’m stepping back.”

The world tilted.

“Y/n—” His voice was a rasp. Raw. “Wait—”

“I’m not mad,” she cut in, a soft, sad smile curving her lips. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel. I just… I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

And then she turned. Walked away. No tears. No begging. Just cold, quiet finality.

He reached for her, hand brushing her arm—but she pulled away before he could hold on.

Her scent lingered like heartbreak in the air.

Cassian didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

He’d torn the wings from an angel and wondered why she stopped flying back to him.

That night, the bond between them screamed. A painful, aching silence filled his soul. It rattled his bones, echoed through every step he took alone in their—his—bedroom.

Sleep didn’t come. The sheets were still cold. Everything was wrong.

The next morning, he found Azriel with fire behind his eyes.

“She heard us,” he growled.

Az raised a brow. “Clearly.”

“She heard what I said,” Cassian choked. “About her being clingy. That’s why she’s pulling away. That’s why it feels like she doesn’t even—doesn’t even see me anymore.”

Azriel’s expression didn’t soften. “You said it.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Cassian snapped. “It wasn’t about her. It was about… everything else. The war, the pressure, the High Lord’s Council breathing down my neck. I was spiraling, and she was the only light I had—but I twisted that too.”

Az crossed his arms. “Then why haven’t you told her that?”

“She won’t even look at me.” His voice cracked.

Az tilted his head. “Then make her.”

Cassian tried. Gods, he tried.

He brought her flowers the next night—starblossoms, her favorite. He knocked on her door like his life depended on it.

The door opened an inch.

Y/n’s face appeared. Tired. Beautiful. Untouchable.

“Y/n,” he breathed.

“I’m tired, Cass,” she said.

Gentle.

Kind.

Cold.

The door closed again.

And something inside him shattered.

The next week passed in pieces. The scent of her was everywhere, but never close. She was polite in meetings. Present in group settings. But to him, she was a wall.

She didn’t speak to him alone.

Didn’t meet his gaze once.

He tried again—notes, gifts, flowers. Nothing thawed her. The distance felt permanent now. Like she’d severed him at the root and planted herself somewhere else, somewhere he couldn’t follow.

And he deserved it.

He went to Mor.

“I think I broke her,” he said.

Mor looked at him. Eyes full of rage and sorrow. “You didn’t break her, Cassian. She just stopped trying to prove she was enough for you.”

“I never wanted that—”

“No. But you made her feel it. And you don’t fix that with flowers. You fix that by bleeding. So figure out how you’re going to bleed.”

The next morning, Y/n found a note on the training bench. No name. Just a memory.

I missed watching you kick Azriel’s ass. — C

She didn’t take it.

But her hand lingered over it a moment longer than she meant to.

That night, she returned to her chambers and found a bundle of lavender on her bed. Her scent. His memory.

Two nights later: a dagger on her doorstep.

Obsidian blade. Curved Illyrian hilt.

Etched into the handle, in small, nearly invisible script: My mate. My blade. My breath.

She stared at it for a long time.

And then, she sought him out.

She found him at the edge of the Sidra, armor stripped away, eyes cast to the stars.

“Why’d you say it?”

Her voice was quiet. Almost a whisper.

Cassian turned, like her voice alone was enough to break him. “I didn’t mean it,” he said.

“Then why?” she asked again, colder now. “Why say it at all?”

His throat bobbed. “Because I’m a coward. Because I didn’t know how to be held without breaking. You love me in a way I don’t think I deserve—and that scared the hell out of me.”

She folded her arms, nails digging into her skin. Holding herself together.

“I thought I was giving you love,” she said. “Turns out I was just giving you reasons to want space.”

“No,” he said fiercely. “Y/n—you were never too much. Never. I was just too little. And too scared.”

He stepped toward her, close enough to touch—but didn’t. Wouldn’t. Not until she reached back.

“I can’t breathe without you,” he said. “Not because you take the air. But because you are the air. You were never suffocating me. You were keeping me alive.”

She didn’t speak.

But the tears finally came.

She stepped forward.

Curled her fingers into his chest like she was anchoring herself.

Cassian wrapped her in his arms like he was home.

And maybe, finally, he was.

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[venusmage]

Been really thinking about our Oblivion cast. One of these things is not like the others 🌞

[mostthingskenobi]

Cassian doesn't look at anyone the way he looks at Jyn. So if Disney wants to pretend rebelcaptain isn't a thing, THEY CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF. Diego and Felicity have wonderful, undeniable chemistry. I will die on this hill.

[kathren1sky-blog]

That's the f Inner Circle..

just here to remind everyone that every sex scene in ACOSF is sexual assault

Cassian was in full control of everything little thing Nesta did, down to what she ate and how she ate it. He was supposedly her keeper to help her train and get better so he took complete advantage of that power over her. Consent doesn't exactly work when there's that much of a power imbalance

Nevermind the fact that she was locked up so she would stop having sex and embarrassing them but it's okay for her to only have sex with Cassian because he's been harassing her for months?

And on top of that, he was well aware that she used sex as a coping mechanism/a form of self harm, to have that knowledge and still have sex with someone in that state is disgusting and it is SA. She was completely vulnerable, in the worst state of mind and he took advantage of that. People like to say her being locked up was a form of rehab but then they don't think about the fact that if that's the case Cassian was the person who was supposed to be looking after her and he took advantage of that power and assaulted her

And I'm well aware she consented but as I said before, it was her form of self harm/coping mechanism. They took every other source away from her and he pushed her. That power imbalance and her frame of mind completely negate any consent she might have given

There's even a scene where she says she doesn't know whether to scream or cry during their sex. And how rough it is and the way he leaves her, he just completely uses her body and discards her when he's done

I've been there. I've used sex as self harm and I've used it to cope after trauma, but my partners didn't know that. If you have that information and you still have sex with the person? That's sick and it is SA. Even if she wasn't using it in that way, the power he had over her every decision and her vulnerability make it SA. It's like having sex with someone who's drunk when you aren't

[jsmelodies]

I don't know anything, but I know I miss you

Summary: Nesta and Cassian struggle to come back to each other after the events of CC3.

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Snippet:

“Put her under.”

Her kicks weren’t enough to set her free. Not with her human strength, not while the males that held onto her were full-blooded fae.

Even when they placed her in the water she fought, determined not to die like this. This wasn’t how she met her end. It couldn’t be. 

Though, Elain was alive. Elain, who was prone on the ground and shivering. Elain, who had been approached by that male with the flaming red hair. Pointed ears poked out of her damp hair, and she knew what her sister had become. What they’d forced her into.

Maybe Nesta wouldn’t die—not today. But she would come back as something so much worse. 

Nesta bucked a few more times, and heavy hands landed on her shoulders to submerge her into the water. Before they could, Nesta looked to the King of Hybern. Raised her hand in a singular, menacing promise: that she would come for him when all this was done.

Turning at the last possible moment, she saw Cassian standing in the corner. Standing, when he had previously been nearly unconscious, his wings a shredded mess behind him.

She opened her mouth to try to say his name. But no sound came out, none at all.

He watched as she was thrown into that bottomless pit of molten steel. He didn’t shift; he didn’t try to stop it. Once again, she felt her bones being forged anew.

Once again, she felt herself die.

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[romanticatheartt]

Ok now that we're on the topic of hypocrisy of this fandom I want to point something out too.

Something my friend (@high-queen-feyre) said the other day that stuck in my head and I need to talk about it:

People love to bash Cassian for still being upset about being a child of rape and traumatised for what happened to his mother and not being able to protect her,

But don't they realise that is highly possible Eris being also a child of rape like Cassian and he still can't protect his mother from his father?

What's so different about his experience that makes people to feel sorry and sympathetic toward him but when it comes to Cassian he should've already let that go since he's +500 years old?

And don't you dare say Eris' wound is fresh because you all know the pain of a loved one never leaves and if you don't agree then you're purposely nasty toward him.

What about when you says Cassian keep whining about being a bastard and make fun of him for being one but what do you think Lucien might do if he realises that he's a bastard too?

Because he most definitely is and since we barely have his pov it's not so out of reach for saying he might even know about this. And I wonder when we get his pov and one of his insecurities is being a bastard son, will you treat him the same as you did Cassian?

Making him the butt of your jokes and belittle his trauma?

I think not.

[acourtofladydeath]

Unnamed Characters Weekend D1: Significance

The one time Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand's mother's meet.

This piece is inspired by T.S. Eliot's poem, "The Hollow Men". It is part of the"Take These Broken Wings" universe. You do no need to have read that fic to enjoy this one, but the most context exists in chapter 6.

Written for @nameless-acotar-weekend day 1, significance. Thank you to @climbthemountain2020 for reading, betaing, and helping me persevere emotionally to write this fic! Read a snippet below or the whole fic on AO3!

Wind whipped through the Illyrian mountains. It tugged at her heart, pulling it from its tight braids beneath the wrap she wore. Her skirts became caught in the storm as well, tying around her ankles as she tried to walk through the camp.  Devira didn’t know where she was going. It didn’t quite matter. The tug of the wind was strong, but the missing hole in her chest meant she didn’t feel anything except its absence. He’d given her nothing of their son, her son. She wasn’t even sure why the male insisted on keeping the boy he insisted was a worthless bastard. But she was an Illyrian female, and they weren’t married. No matter how either of them were treated, he owned them. And he had decided that Azriel was his.  Her son's screams echoed in the wind. “It’s okay, little one.” She’d tried to keep her voice steady and hopeful while she prevented her own tears from falling, a smile on her face as she reassured him while his father carried him away. The little wings on his back flapped so fiercely they hit his father in the face, and Devira had winced when the man shoved and pressed them against his back roughly, not caring how the tendons strained and Azriel screamed. “I’ll be back! I love you!”  She screamed it at the walls of the keep long after the male had shut her outside the gate. Eventually she’d found the strength to walk away, but the screams still echoed in her wake. Azriel was only two. He didn’t deserve this treatment. A child needed their mother, and a mother needed her son. 

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[daughter-of-lethe]

Nessian next gen headcanons? 😊

Endless list😂

This starts from when the baby is in her mother's womb to adulthood.

Nesta and Cassian are going to have a daughter. Only child (for now). I like the idea that they want to focus on one because they want to spoil her and make her happy the way they weren't when growing up.

Their child will grow seeing how much daddy loves mommy, she will be surrounded by this love everyday and will grow even sick of seeing how they love eachother, especially how dad is a lovesick puppy and shows constantly love for mommy. She will grow looking for that kind of love.

The little lady has her mother eyes, which occasionally veer towards a delicate green.

Mommy Nesta will tell her to have standards for her future lover, and not to to be satisfied with bare minimum, that if her future partner won't show her love like dad shows her, he isn't worth of her heart.

Daddy Cassian will tell her that he will torture whoever hurts her, and will gladly do so. Cassian is that kind of overbearing dad.

Nessian family is full of love because for both mom and dad is important that their daughter doesn't experience what they did growing up.

Dark hair with light brown strands here and there. Long. Butt-long hair.

Nesta loves dancing at the beginning of her pregnancy, she wants her daughter to inherit her love for music and dancing.

Cassian is mama-bear level of carewith pregnant Nesta, he worries at the point that he asked the house to smooth all the sharp edges of all the furniture.

Cassian cares about Nesta's diet while she's pregnant. Only the best food for his daughter and his mate.

Cassian and Nesta often dances together because they want the baby to feel their strong and deep connection.

Nesta loves braiding her daughter's hair, she takes her time in the morning and considers that a sacred ritual, something that helps her bond with her daughter in a way her own mother never did with her.

Cassian carves the image of Nesta full of happiness and joy in his heart every time he sees this scene. His daughter smiling and laughing when Nesta is combing her hair. Nesta's face full of love.

Cassian too is obsessed with her hair at the point that some mornings he's braiding Nesta's while she is braiding their daughter's.

Before going to bed they kiss her and hug her tight.

Daddy Cassian is his daughter's favourite make-up model. No matter if you're Lord of Bloodshed, if your daughter tells you that you're princess. You. Are. A. Princess.

She uses her mother's make up to draw a cherry on Cassian's nose.

The House loves spoiling the baby even more than the parents.

Cassian drags Azriel to be a princess for his daughter too, and he loves making Nessian's daughter happy.

Nessian's daughter first word is a curse.

Nesta is the one introducing her to books (smut when she will be at least 16) her favourite genre is mystery.

Cassian and Nesta together read her before sleeping.

When she has a nightmare the House makes sure she feels protected and warm. And makes the walls soundproof when her parents gets freaky.

Gwyn sings to her a lot of nursery rhymes.

Cassian and Azriel will teach her how to fly.

She makes sped races with Nyx.

Auntie Feyre paints (with washable makeup for children) her face, she draws butterflies.

Her favourite toy is a small wooden sword that she took while Cassian and Nesta were busy in the training ring.

Nesta dresses her as a Valkyrie and brings her in Illyria.

Cassian teaches her Illyrian old traditions and folklore. Same does Nesta with human traditions. For both of them is important that the baby knows her past, her roots.

If any man tries to clip her wings, Nesta will destroy him and Cassian will gladly point his head on a stick alongside with his shredded wings. As a warning.

She has her mother's spirit and his father resilience.

For Cassian is important that the child knows that she's loved and he will provide her everything he didn't had in his childhood.

When Nesta is cuddling their daughter he almost cries because his mother never had the chance with him.

Nesta is the most lovable mother.

The baby's favourite food is the strawberry cake that Elain bakes.

She loves play pranks on uncle Rhys and aunt Amren. With Nyx's complicity.

Morrigan tells them all they need to know for the perfect prank.

@tsundoku-life part 2? I'm not over yet but this is already so long😂😂

[oristian]

F E Y S A N D ACOTAR

E L U C I E N ACOWAR

N E S S I A N ACOSF

— Sarah’s endgame couples finding their partners to be the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.

[petricorah]

redrawing memes as my ocs from my fic [id in alt]

[potatoplace]

hello! would you be able to do a 🩶❤️x reader with 💖❤️‍🩹 where like you get hurt/sick and they are being mother hens i feel like they’d be actually worse than rhys in this kind of situation lol

have a great day!!

Mama Bears

Nessian x Reader

Warnings: vomiting (gross)

🩶❤️ Nessian 💖 fluff ❤️‍🩹 hurt/comfort

Notes: this was so cute and fun to write, I do think you're right- both of them are fiercely protective already, but throw in illness and it's doubled in intensity at minimum 😂 request game

18+ only pls

🩶❤️🤍❤️🩶

Your stomach had felt off since you'd woken, a fact that you'd hidden from your partners. They were mother hens at best, and mama bears at worst when you were sick or injured. Neither Cassian or Nesta were afraid of upsetting you if it meant your safety and health was secured. That's what mattered to them, above all else.

It was sweet most of the time, but you really wanted to go to family dinner tonight.

Lucien was going to propose to Elain, finally, and you were the only one who knew in advance. And you needed to see her reaction. 'Lain had become your best friend since she'd moved to Velaris, and was the entire reason you met Cassian and Nesta, the reason you had found love.

The least you could do was be there to support Elain when her love proposed to her, stomach ache be damned.

All day you persisted, sipping on mild flavored teas and water, and having a plain cracker occasionally as you did your work, looking over ledgers for the bank to ensure everything was in proper order.

Even getting ready for dinner, with Cassian undressing you and Nesta's gentle touch redressing you in a warm dress, you were able to keep everything down.

But once the food was placed on the table, the usually delicious smell of roasted meats, vegetables, and spices filling the room?

You bolted to the bathroom, just barely managing to get the lid of the toilet opened before you were emptying the contents of your stomach into it. Cool hands met your cheeks when you had a slight reprieve, another set tying your hair back. You continued heaving even after your stomach was empty, retching so much that by the time it stopped, all you were able to do was slump against the toilet seat, not caring about how dirty it may have been.

Once you'd been still for five minutes, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, the clean scent of winter winds and embers a balm to how disgusting you felt.

You were carried into one of the River House's bedrooms and into the adjoining bathroom, and Cassian carefully set you on your feet, keeping his arms around you to help you stay upright.

Nesta appeared in front of you a moment later, lifting a glass of water to your lips. "Rinse your mouth out, love," she said softly, and you followed her instructions. Nes had thought ahead as always, the tiniest bit of peppermint oil added to the water - just enough to clear out the taste of sick left in your mouth.

Once you'd finished, you tried walking to the bed, only for Cassian to lift you into his arms once more, walking the ten paces to the bed and settling you underneath covers that had already been pulled back.

"I can pull the covers up myself," you said weakly as Cassian and Nesta both pulled up a side of the blankets, tucking the edges around your body snugly.

"From what we just witnessed, you can barely stand, Y/N," Cassian said, and you could hear the tears in his voice.

"How long have you been feeling ill?" Nesta asked, her concerned silvery eyes on you. "You didn't have much come up, it had to have been for a few hours at least," she said pointedly when you neglected to answer her, feigning sleep instead.

You sighed and opened your eyes, your own heart hurt by the concern in their eyes. "Since this morning..." you mumbled, closing your eyes again to avoid the disappointment that would likely be on their faces.

"But why not tell us?"

"Cause..." you huffed out a breath as poutily as you could. "You can't tell anyone, but Lucien was planning to propose tonight and I really wanted to be there for them."

Cassian let out a relieved breath and laid down next to you, but Nesta hummed thoughtfully. "I still wish you'd told us. Seeing you run off at the start of dinner scared me," she admitted.

"I know... but you would have kept me from dinner," you whined softly.

"True." Nesta laid down next to you now, a cool hand coming to cup your warmed cheek. "Just tell us if you need a bowl, love. We'll be here until you're better. But for now, I think you should sleep," Nes suggested, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Cassian brought a wing up to cover the three of you, blocking out the soft faelights in the room. "Let us know if you need anything, sweetheart," he cooed, his lips meeting you cheeks.

Mama bears they might be, but you didn't think you could have them any other way, now.

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[acourtofbooksandinsanity]

100 men vs any romantasy mmc

[kassa-stardust]

I SAID NO

I don't think anyone understands how important this moment is. And the fact that they called it what it is and didn't sugarcoat it. Bix my beloved you did NOT deserve that

[illyrianshadow]

Flirting in the Dark

Summary: Cassian convinces you to help him retrieve an item from his brother’s room. It doesn't quite go as you had planned.

Warnings: none really, slightly suggestive comments and a hint of smut if you squint (the tiniest hint). Just bat boys being silly.

A/N: Just something a little bit light hearted. I wrote this in one go after waking up this morning as I needed to get it out of my head. Enjoy the silliness. Comments very welcome I love to hear your thoughts.

Edit: you ask and you shall receive, part 2 here x

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Cassian looks at you with a familiar hint of mischief in his eyes. 

“Come on sweetheart. Light of my life. The most beautiful female in all of Prythian.” 

You roll your eyes at his words, a small smile on your lips. You continue making your breakfast, trying to manoeuvre around him as he’s trying to block your path. 

“Your flattery doesn’t work on me Cass. Also you forget I have known you for way too long to go along with any of your schemes.” 

And you have. Being childhood friends you have been there through all of his terribly planned out pranks and plots. 

He sighs but by the look in his eyes you can tell he isn’t going to give up anytime soon. 

“You don’t understand, I NEED that dagger. It’s technically mine anyway, Az stole it from me. I just need you to distract him for a little bit while I go into his room and grab it. I’ll be stealthy, I promise. I’ll go in through the window. No harm done.” 

You don’t mean to but you start laughing and you snort at the vision of a 200 pound Illyrian trying to stealthily push himself through a window. 

You grab your cup of tea and lean against the counter. 

“Stealthy? Cass, I love you but being stealthy is not really your vibe. You’re better off leaving that to the professional spies, like Az.” 

His eyes light up at your words, and you can see some unspoken plan forming in his head. He claps his hands together. You immediately regret everything you’ve just said. 

“Or like you! That’s it, change of plan. I’ll go distract Az, you sneak in through the window to get the dagger.“ He looks at you with pleading eyes, pouting. 

The Lord of Bloodshed, looking at you like a stroppy child that won’t stop until he gets his way. 

You groan. “I did not become a trained spy for this court to aid you in your stupid pranks, you overgrown bat.” but you’re caving, and you know Cassian can tell. 

“I’ll take you out for dinner, my treat. Anywhere you want. And I’ll wash your dishes for a whole month.” 

You roll your eyes, taking a small sip from your tea as if you need to think about it for a minute. You don’t. And Cassian knows it too. 

“Come on, I know you want to.” 

You sigh. “Fine, but I pick somewhere expensive AND you buy my outfit.” 

He looks at you with a big grin on his face. “Done.” 

————— 

This is stupid. Utterly ridiculous. You swear softly to yourself as you look from the little balcony you are standing on to the window of Azriel’s room on the left. 

Ever the gentleman he had traded rooms with you a while ago, giving you the one with the balcony and moving into the smaller one without himself. 

Which meant getting in through his window was going to be a lot more challenging than you had considered. 

Thank the mother he had left it open. 

————— 

After an embarrassing struggle with the window and a small freakout about heights, you’ve made it into Azriel's bedroom. 

Your courage in your little mission wavers as you look at the collection of daggers displayed on a big table against one of the walls. Cassian had described the one you are looking for to you in great detail but looking at the overwhelming amount of weapons, this is going to be a challenge. 

The Spymaster is a grade A hoarder. Perfect. 

You make a system in your head as you start looking, getting so wrapped up in the task at hand that you don’t notice the small shadows slipping in through the crack under the door. 

You’re a good spy, but this ridiculous search has made you leave your guard down. Also Azriel is the one that trained you. It’s a lost cause to begin with. 

Then out of nowhere the room goes dark. A soft curse leaves your lips as you try to look around for a way to escape. It’s no use. You’ve been caught. 

Well, that didn’t last long. You should’ve known, Cassian is a terrible liar.

You suddenly feel a presence behind you, lips hovering right over your ear. You shiver at the feeling. “Looking for something love?” 

Azriel moves closer, wrapping one of his arms around your waist as he presses you against him to keep you in place. There’s no making a quick escape now. 

Not that you could get away anyway with the room being as dark as it is. 

Your breath hitches at the pet name and you lean back slightly, savouring the feeling of Azriel’s strong chest pressed against your back. 

“Just admiring your collection.” you reply casually, knowing damn well that Azriel can see right through you. 

“Is that so?” he whispers back, lips touching the shell of your ear before moving down to the spot in your neck he knows drives you crazy. 

This isn’t new territory for the two of you, but there is usually a lot more alcohol involved. 

“Then why did I just get dragged out of my room by Cassian pretending to have a very important, non-existent laundry crisis he needed my help with?” 

You really should’ve given the general some pointers. A laundry crisis, really? Why did you agree to help him again?

He spins the two of you around and before you realise what is happening you are pressed against the wall on the other side of the room, Azriel hovering over you. 

The darkness has cleared slightly. 

“What is he looking for?” He asks, staring into your eyes with an intensity that makes your knees feel weak. 

“Nothing.” You squeak, voice an octave higher than it should be. 

His scent is overwhelming your senses and it’s becoming more and more difficult to not keep staring at his lips. 

He smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you. 

He moves even closer, lips hovering over your own, almost touching. “I don’t believe you.” 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath while trying to block out the male in front of you. His body presses even closer to your own and his lips find their way to your ear again. “If you tell me I’ll reward you.” 

You shiver as you feel heat begin to pool in your core. 

“I’ve been trained never to reveal my secrets on a mission.” you reply, voice surprisingly steady considering your current state. 

“Since it was me that trained you I think it’s okay to make an exception.” Azriel mumbles, as his lips trace the outline of your jaw. 

One of his hands starts moving up your side, making small circles up towards your breast. He stops the movement just underneath and rests his hand there. Tease. 

He pulls his lips away from their position on your jaw to look into your eyes again. His pupils are blown and you can tell it’s taking him a lot of strength to not just devour you then and there. 

You smirk. “You okay there Shadowsinger?” 

“Never better.” his voice comes out rough. 

You can’t take this any longer. 

“He wants the dagger you stole from him.” you mumble as you move one of your hands to trace the outline of his wing. He hisses in response, pressing a knee between your legs to push them apart so he can settle in between them. 

“Does he now?” he grumbles. “I’ll have you know he lost that dagger in a bet, fair and square. I didn’t steal anything. It’s not my fault he’s such a sore loser.” 

He presses against you and the feeling of his evident arousal makes your cheeks flush. His hand starts moving again, slowly tracing the outline of your breast before softly grazing your nipple. You let out a small whine. 

Your eyes find Azriel’s again and you are about to crash your lips to his when you hear a loud knock on the outside of his door. 

“LET ME IN, I’M TAKING MY DAGGER BACK.” It seems like Cassian is getting desperate and has decided to resort to his favourite way of getting what he wants, violence. 

Azriel presses his lips to yours and slowly bites down on your bottom lip. “Don’t go anywhere, we aren’t finished.” he whispers into your mouth. Then he steps away from you and light floods the room again. 

Azriel is going to kill his brother. 

[mahalachives]

Azriel, Are you Okay?

Azriel x f!reader

Genre: fated mates, rom-com, crack humor, eventual angst, eventual smut

Summary: Azriel never expected to finally meet his mate and to be… this.

A walking disaster with a talent for tripping over air, an uncanny ability to charm even the grumpiest Illyrian, and a knack for throwing herself headfirst into situations that require his immediate intervention.

She is warmth where he is shadow, laughter where he is silence. And worst of all? She makes him smile without trying.

A slow-burn, fated-mates romance filled with witty banter, embarrassing public incidents, and the undeniable pull of a bond neither of them can fight forever.

For fans of enemies-to-lovers, reluctant soulmates, and the most exasperated Shadowsinger in Prythian.

Part 1: The Meet Cute

Part 2: Fate is a Menace

Part 3: The Art of Avoidance (and the Shadowsinger Who Outplayed It)

Part 4: This Isn't How I Die… Right?

Part 5: Azriel, Please—There Are Easier Ways to Say You Like Me

Part 6: The Mother Strikes Again

Part 7: The Shadowsinger and The Lost Princess

Part 8: Everything I Am, Everything I Will Be

[thehighladywrites]

acotar men + twitter nsfw links.

“uh-huh, come play with my pussy!”

pairing: acotar men x f!reader

summary: visual links of how the acotar men fuck 😉

warnings: nsfw, porn links, squirting, handjobs, blowjobs, rough sex, teasing, spitting, slapping, public sex, messy makeout session

amara’s note: yum and if you can’t see the links, remove safe search on web reader then go back to twitter

azriel

when everyone’s out

eating you out

backshots pov

cross-eyed fingering

head game goes crazy!

put it in and let’s watch tv!

fingering turns you into a squirting mess

jerking off inside

hungry!

rhysand

can i suck your tits while you ride?

pussy eating champ!

rubbing your clit every morning

slow strokes hit so deep!

arching just the way he likes it

touchy feely

can’t keep my hands off your cock, sorry

take it off, i want it raw

cassian

i miss you, let’s facetime later

sloppy, sloppy makeout session

drooling for a taste

size difference? yes!

let’s make a movie but you gotta be quiet!

you said you were stressed? let me take care of you

creampie compilation

giddy up cowgirl!

throat grab

eris

gotta tease before entering

couch fun

be my personal fucktoy

think you can take it all?

post argument sex

i really, really wanna suck you off

69 double pleasure

deepthroat training

lucien

cumming on his cock

the size difference is crazy

he fucks roughly when he’s mad

no one loves titty fucking more than him

slow handjobs is the quickest way to get bent

lucien found your toy and uses it on you

facial

late night quickie