#Ivy Elaine Summers

[bleedingivorydraws]

I am your shelter of silence

I am the summer sinking through

The cold December of your soul.

You know your words taste like violence

Your lips like animals of war

Against my skin, I lose control

[sirenpearldust]

Broken Doll - Chapter one

series masterlist ⋆ two

Pair: Azriel x reader, Eris x reader

Word count: 7.074

Warnings: violence, jealous boys, possessive characters, reader is not nice, Elain slander

The music muffled the chatter of your classmates, but your focus was elsewhere. It was already 7:20.

You bit your nails nervously, waiting for him. He still hadn’t read your message, and he couldn’t afford to be late, not on the first day of school. 

You had math in the first period, the worst subject. Why did it have to be math on the first day of school?

You rubbed your temples, barely able to drown out the sound of your class monitor - Irina scolding Cass and Rhys, cutting through your earphones. Every year, it was the same, and every year, you wondered the same thing, how could they have so much energy, this early?

Turning away from the window, a familiar figure caught your attention.

“Why are you moping?” Eris asked, leaning in close with that familiar, cocky grin.

His freckles had darkened over the summer, standing out against his sun-kissed skin. His amber eyes studied you intently as you slowly pulled out your earphone. He smelled of cologne and an incoming headache.

“I thought gingers could only turn red. Whose skin did you steal?” you quipped.

Eris’s smile stretched into a wide grin before he reached over and ruffled your hair.

You smacked his hand away, hissing, “Fuck off!”

“You’re just a ray of sunshine in the morning,” he teased, clearly unfazed by your temper.

“I’m happier when I don’t see you,” you shot back, scowling as you tried to fix your hair. It had taken you an hour to have it the way you wanted and now this Gingerfuck had to ruin all your good work.

“Here, let me help,” he offered, leaning in with that smug grin still plastered on his face. 

Evil fucker you seethed internally. 

“No,” you said firmly, grabbing his wrist before he could try anything. You locked eyes with him, raising an eyebrow as if to say, I know exactly what you’re planning, and it’s not happening.

Eris rolled his eyes dramatically and let his hand fall.

Instead of leaving, he slid into Azriel’s seat beside you, his gaze fixed on you. His usual teasing expression softened as he watched you fussing with your hair. For a moment, a small smile played on his lips.

Before you could react, his hand reached out. 

Why did he have to annoy you so much? He knows Azriel doesn’t like it when he touches you.

You turned sharply toward him, ready to snap, but he simply tucked one stray strand of hair back into place.

“Thanks,” you murmured, still scowling. Fucker ruins it first and now helps.

Eris had missed you over the break, more than he wanted to admit to himself. 

For a few seconds, you both stayed like that, looking at each other. Time seemed to stretch as you got lost in his gaze, forgetting everything else around you. 

It was crazy how you had known each other since you were born. You went to the same elementary school, middle school, and now high school.  But there was still a small possibility he would be accepted into a different Ivy League than you. The thought of seeing Eris for another couple of years was starting to make you feel nauseous.

“Please don’t follow me to college,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Your intrusive thoughts had been louder than usual, and now you regretted speaking them aloud. You immediately looked at him, hoping he wouldn’t be mad.

“You do know that you’re the stalker who follows me around, right?” Eris said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“You were born after me, remember?” Eris teased, his smirk widening. 

“You cried until I was in the same class as you, and then you didn’t let me have other friends. You always wanted me to be your only friend.”

You felt your face heat up, your old childhood habits suddenly being revealed. 

“Eris, I was a kid, stop bringing that up.”

Eris leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his voice low.  “Oh, but you were so sweet back then. Always clinging to me like I was the only person in the world you trusted. And now, look at you. Still can’t get enough of me, huh? What would your boyfriend think, his enemy being stalked by his girlfriend?”

But before you could deny it, the door opened, and Azriel stepped in. He was accompanied by a girl who came up to his shoulders. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders, and her big, doll-like brown eyes were fixed on Azriel as he spoke to her. When he finally looked up and saw you, a smile spread across his face.

Your boyfriend looked absolutely handsome, mouthwatering, honestly, it should have been illegal for him to walk around looking like this in the uniform. His black hair fell messily over his forehead, still damp from the shower he’d just taken. The dark blue uniform pants hugged his thighs perfectly, emphasizing every inch of his toned frame. You couldn’t help but stare, your thoughts drifting somewhere they shouldn’t before you caught yourself.

Eris was still watching you, and he could tell from the happy expression on your face, the one you didn’t often show around him, that Azriel had arrived. 

Azriels eyes quickly shifted to the seat Eris was in, his seat. His smile faded slowly, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed.

Forgetting the girl, Azriel quickly walked toward you, an annoyed expression on his face. 

Eris stood up, slowly turning toward Azriel.

You sighed, watching the familiar tension build. They were always at each other’s throats, never able to let anything slide.

“Hi, babe,” you said, walking past Eris before leaning in to kiss Azriel on the cheek. His warmth engulfed you, he smelled of leather and cedar. He kissed the crown of your head before glaring at Eris again.

 Children

Azriel had arrived just before the bell rang, but now you feared both of them were on the verge of beating each other again. You did not need a repeat of last year.

Leaning forward, you were about to intervene.

Irina suddenly stepped between them, clapping her hands loudly.

“Try fighting again, and I might kill you both. Don’t test me,” she warned, cutting off any chance of Eris’s snarky remarks. Then, glancing over her shoulder, she glared at Cassian and Rhys, who were still making noises in the front, oblivious to the tension in the back.

 “Sit down, both of you! I don’t want to explain again how you two monkeys got into a fight!”

Both of them listened to her, knowing any backtalk would ensure that their coach would find out and that they would bench out on some games.

Irina walked toward the new girl, greeting her.

Eris nodded, moving toward his seat right behind you. You sighed in relief as Azriel slung his shoulder bag next to the table and plopped down into his seat, still a little annoyed that he had to see Eris first thing in the morning.

Eris, never one to shut up, added, “Also, we’re coming over today.”

You turned in your seat, confused. “What?”

“Yeah, my parents want to have dinner with yours because of the deal they’ve sealed,” he explained casually.

“Oh, great,” you muttered, though you couldn’t hide the surprise.

“You should look happier to see me again. There are girls who’d kill for this chance,” Eris teased, grinning at you.

Azriel coughed, loudly. 

Eris ignored him completely, still smiling at you. You shook your head, silently telling him not to add anything else to the conversation.

A few seconds later the new girl walked up to Eris, her big eyes on him as she asked, “Is this seat taken?”

“Yes,” Eris replied without looking up from his phone, ignoring her completely.

 Liar

Your face must have betrayed you, giving away your disbelief at his blatant lie. 

She turned bright red, embarrassed by his obvious lie and glanced at Azriel. 

You gave her a soft smile and pointed toward the front.

“There is a seat free next to the guy with the black hair. His name’s Calix.”

She thanked you quietly, then quickly glanced at Azriel again before heading toward the front.

The bell rang, and just as everyone settled into their seats, your Math teacher walked in, signaling the start of the lesson.

• •

“Azriel, you need to explain this to me, I don’t understand it,” you whined, frustrated as you stared at the page of notes in front of you. Math was the one subject you couldn’t quite wrap your head around, no matter how hard you tried. Luckily, Azriel and sometimes even Eris stepped in to help.

“Sure,” he replied casually, packing the heavy books into his bag. After the last person left the room and it was just the two of you now. He slung his bag over his shoulder, he leaned in closer, kissing your forehead. You were thankful he was this affectionate, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

 “You’ve got a little something right here,” he said with a grin. 

You blushed deeply, the intensity in his hazel eyes made your heart race. His thumb lightly brushed your upper lip, and your eyes fluttered shut, your breath catching as the moment seemed to linger in the air.

He gently cupped your face, his breath catching as he leaned in, his lips softly pressing against yours. He kissed you slowly and softly, his touch slow and tender.

The initial sweetness of the kiss deepened as you tilted your chin, a silent plea for more. 

You gasped as you both couldn’t ignore the hunger and need. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling your body into his. The world outside disappeared, it was only you two.

Your hand rested on his chest, slowly trailing upward until it tangled in his hair. When you gave it a gentle tug, he groaned, the deep sound vibrating through his chest and against your body. You clung to him, breathing him in, the familiar scent of leather and cedar stirring something warm inside you.

It was hard to believe there had been a time when this was just a distant dream, and now here you were, kissing him for real. 

Before you two could go any further, Irina interrupted, slamming the door open and standing in the doorway. 

“You two!” she shouted, making you and Azriel jump apart. 

“No fucking in here,” she added, her Finger pointing accusingly at both of you. 

Azriel and you blushed, quickly moving apart. Trying to explain yourselves you both stuttered.

She waved her hand dismissing your explanation, she looked unsurprised at catching the two of you making out, but there was stress written all over her face. Her ash brown hair was tied messy, and her uniform was disheveled, like she had just been in a rush. It was as if she had run straight here.

“Now get out. I need to lock the room,” Irina ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You both scrambled to gather your things and quickly walked out, hoping she wouldn’t lock you in if you took to long, something she definitely would do if given the chance. 

You and Azriel couldn’t meet her eyes, shame written all over your faces.

“Wait a minute,” she said sharply before either of you could make a break for it. 

Azriel’s grip on your hand tightened, his whole body tense, bracing himself for yet another scolding.

She took a deep breath as she adjusted her disheveled uniform and smoothed her hair as she spoke.

“Coach wants to see you, something about the games and your scholarship.”

Azriel’s eyes widened slightly. “Did he look angry?” he asked cautiously.

“No, he looked happy as a clam.”

Azriel exhaled in relief, his shoulders relaxing.

“Also, Y/N,” she added, turning to you, “Miss Norton wants to see you about the upcoming art exhibition. Congratulations your art was accepted. You are the last person that had been added”

Azriel smiled brightly, pulling you into a hug. “You did it,” he whispered, his voice filled with pride. “I told you there was nothing to worry about. Your art is too great to not be exhibited ”

You felt your cheeks warm, blushing slightly at his words.

He leaned in to kiss you, and you returned it softly, but then gently pushed him away as your eyes darted to Irina. “Sorry,” you mumbled, feeling a bit awkward under her blank, unreadable stare.

“No worries,” Irina said a slight corner of her lips quirked up.

 “I’m glad you got in. Miss Norton and Calix spoke highly of your art.”

You blinked, surprised, warmth spreading through you. That was probably the nicest thing she had ever said to you.

“I better go before I get another scolding,” he said, quickly kissing you on the cheek.

Irina looked at you and you waved before walking toward the art room, the path opposite from Azriel.

• •

Standing at the same spot, Irina took a deep breath before calling out, “Eris, come out. I know you’re there.”

Eris stepped out from behind the pillar he had been hiding behind, his face slightly flushed.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he mumbled, meeting her sharp gaze, with his own.

“You mean stalking the girl you have a crush on and watching her kiss her boyfriend, who happens to be your arch nemesis?” she shot back, crossing her arms.

“Who said I have a crush on her?” he retorted quickly. “She’s-”

Irina cut him off, her tone firm. “ I see the way you look at her. Both of them. And I see how you watch Azriel too.” Her eyes narrowed, and her voice dropped into a warning. “Just a heads-up if you have another conflict with Azriel, Coach is going to kick you off the team. You’ve been causing him way too much trouble, and so has Azriel. Don’t make things worse.”

Eris looked away, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t argue. Irina gave him one last pointed glance before turning and walking off, leaving him standing there in silence.

Eris wasn’t a pervert he had been there because he needed to know, needed to test the theory if he really had feelings for you. He’d read more than once that jealousy was the clearest sign of feelings like the ones he thought he might have. And he did get jealous, it was the only time he would admit to himself that he was envious of Azriel.

He was jealous of the way you looked at Azriel, the way your eyes softened for him in a way they never did for anyone else. He was jealous of the way you kissed him, how you would let him touch you and the way you naturally leaned into his body like he was the only pillar you could lean on.

But what haunted him most were the sounds you made, soft, breathless, completely yours and the maddening thought of what sounds you’d make for him.

Would they be the same?

Or would they be even sweeter?

The questions twisted inside him, they burned like a fire he wasn’t sure he wanted to put out.

He was plagued by dreams of you for a few moths now, dreams so vivid they felt like memories of a life he could never have. He dreamed of you as his wife, your laughter filling the air as you leaned in to kiss him, your touch soft and familiar. He dreamed of a child, a daughter with your eyes and your smile, who looked up at him with unconditional love, something he had yet to experience.

He didn’t know where this was coming from. Sure, he’d always been attracted to you, your confidence, your wit, the way you carried yourself, but this?

This was something entirely different. It wasn’t just attraction anymore, he could say it was an obsession. You had rooted yourself in his mind and no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts away, they kept returning, stronger than before.

• •

You walked in silence, feeling a bit nervous as you approached the art room. The closer you got, the worse the feeling in your belly became. It twisted and churned, a mix of unease and anticipation that you couldn’t shake. Something was wrong, you could feel it, even if you couldn’t explain why. 

Before you could open the door it swung open, you were greeted by a wild-eyed Calix, who stood in front of you, his black eyes so dark and angry.

“Good, you’re here,” he said quickly, his voice tense. You were confused. 

What is happening?

Stepping in, you watched as Miss Norton smiled warmly at the new girl, laughing loudly at something she had said. She absentmindedly rubbed the new girls shoulder. When she noticed the two of you standing there, her eyes quickly shifted to you.

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” she said, adjusting her glasses.

“I’ve got some great news for the exhibition, but let me first introduce my guest,” Miss Norton began, her excitement evident, ignoring the angry look from Calix. 

She gestured to the girl beside her.

“This is Elain Archeron.”

The girl gave a shy smile, her big brown eyes never leaving yours. 

She blushed deeply as Miss Norton continued, “Before Elain switched schools her artwork was kind of famous I would like to display it at the upcoming exhibition.”

“Miss Norton this is impossible!” Calix interrupted, his voice sharp. He clearly wasn’t amused or excited about the news. Your expression was a mix of confusion and frustration, as you glanced between Elain and Miss Norton. 

You were equally shocked. Everything had been organized over the summer, and if you were accepted, everyone already had their spot. 

Miss Norton then turned to you, saying, “YN, you’ll need to share your corner with Elain , as you have submitted your art last.”

Calix spoke up, his tone firm. “I’m sorry, Miss Norton, but Elain’s art is way more different than the pieces that are meant to be presented for the exhibition.”

You felt your cheeks heat with anger.

How could she do that? You had worked hard on your own art, and now you had to share your spot with someone who wasn’t even part of the original selection. 

Miss Norton turned red, clearly flustered by the unexpected critique.

“We can make an exception this time, it would be a good idea to introduce her like this to the school,” she suggested, trying to smooth things over.

Calix chuckled frustrated, shaking his head, before fixing Miss Norton with a sharp, unwavering gaze.

The room fell into silence Calixs’s anger was evident to everyone by the way he huffed and puffed, he usually was quiet and kind, never one easily to anger. 

“I don’t see why you are so angry Calix I decide who is to display their art and I don’t think y/n minds sharing her spot. Right y/n? “ 

You couldn’t help but stare at her. Was she even right in the head?

How bold of Elain to take over your half of the space without a second thought and how could she speak to Calix like that?

He was the one who had to organize, book, print, and handle so much more work, work that she conveniently left for him while she lounged around like it wasn’t her responsibility. The audacity left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Calix answered for you. “She’s not okay. Nobody would be if things were changed last minute. Miss Norton, there are other exhibitions she can be a part of.”

“Calix, my word is final,” Norton said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Nothing is going to change my opinion.”

You caught the subtle quirk of Elain’s lips, a self-satisfied smirk that made your stomach twist. You had thought she’d just been dragged into this mess. But now it seemed she was far more of a bitch than you’d initially believed. That smug look on her face, the way she seemed to revel in the chaos, it was clear she wasn’t as harmless as you’d assumed.

“And now you two leave,” Norton continued, her sharp gaze cutting through you both. “I didn’t call you here to hear your opinions.”

Without another word, you followed Calix out, swallowing down your frustration. 

As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“You saw her smirk too, right?” Calix asked, his voice low with irritation.

You nodded, still fuming. “Is her art really that good?” you asked, needing to know if there was any justification for the favoritism.

“It’s good,” he admitted, but then added quickly, “but I still think yours is a way better fit, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He said taking out a cigarette to smoke.

His words soothed you a little, but the tension in your chest didn’t entirely fade. Elain’s smug expression was burned into your mind, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end of it.

• •

You cried a little in the bathroom, the frustration of it all finally catching up to you. How could this even happen? It felt so unfair.

Once you stopped crying, you stepped out of the stall, dried your mascara-streaked cheeks, and carefully fixed your makeup. The process was almost therapeutic, and by the time you were done, you felt a little better, lighter, even. Your eyes were still slightly red, but a few drops of eyedrops worked their magic.

Grabbing your bag, you packed up your things and made your way to French class, feeling a bit more composed, ready to face the day again.

You were eager to tell Azriel and your friends what had just happened.

As you opened the door, the sound of laughter spilled out. Mor, Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel were gathered inside, chatting with her, Elain.

You stopped in your tracks as soon as you saw her, Elain, sitting in your seat next to Azriel, her fingers lightly brushing against his arm while laughing. 

What the hell was she doing there? It was supposed to be your spot, your place next to him, and now she was acting like it was all hers.

“Hi,” you greeted the others, deliberately ignoring Elain as you placed your bag on the table in front of her, where her things were already spread out. Morrigan’s eyes met yours instantly, and without saying a word, you both understood-later. She could tell something was off.

Azriel, oblivious to the tension, immediately grabbed you into his lap, kissing you softly before nuzzling into your neck. His hand rested gently on your waist, pulling you even closer, as if he felt your need for his warmth and to ease any unease.

“ Now I miss Emory,” Morrigan said with a wistful smile, her voice light but her gaze still focused on you.

“If you haven’t met her, this is Elain,” Azriel said, gesturing toward the bitch with a small smile. “She’s new and the reason I was late this morning.”

You shot Elain a sharp smile. “We already met,” you said, your voice cool and laced with tension.

Elain met your glare with one of her own, not backing down. The two of you locked eyes, a silent battle brewing between you, neither willing to yield.

Cassian and Rhys sat next to each other, completely dumbfounded. They exchanged confused glances, clearly caught off guard by the strange atmosphere between you and Elain. They were unsure of what had happened to cause such an icy atmosphere.

Morrigan, sensing the tension and eager to defuse it, chuckled and said, “I don’t think Cassian told you about his crush, guys.”

Cassian’s face immediately turned red, his eyes widening as he shot Morrigan a look of disbelief. You and Rhys burst out laughing, while Azriel raised an eyebrow in amusement, completely oblivious to the situation that had just unfolded.

“Oh, here we go,” Rhys said between laughs, nudging Cassian. “This ought to be good.”

Cassian groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You better not say a word, Morrigan.”

But Morrigan only grinned, clearly enjoying every second of his discomfort. “Oh, I’m not saying a thing. But maybe someone should tell us who this mysterious crush is?” She shot a teasing look at Cassian.

Cassian leaned back and laced his hands behind his head. “Well, I have someone in mind.”

“Who’s the poor woman?” you teased, the others chuckling along.

Cassian smirked but didn’t answer. “Not gonna tell you. You’ll just see me kiss her, and then you’ll know.”

“It’s probably Irina,” Azriel said with a smirk, glancing at Cassian.

“That’s why you keep annoying her,” you added, high-fiving Azriel as you shot Cassian a teasing grin.

Cassian’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“You two are the worst,” he muttered, but the laughter from the group only made it worse.

Morrigan grinned,  “You could just ask her on a date instead of annoying her. We’re 18, Cass, not 6.”

Rhys smirked and added, “Guys, he’s already planned their future together.”

Cassian’s face turning an even deeper shade of red as he threw his hands up in frustration.

“I’m not planning anything!” he protested.

Azriel chuckled, watching his friend squirm. “Maybe it’s time you stop talking about it and actually do something about it, Cass. It worked when I did. ”

You kissed his cheek.

Cassian sighed dramatically, slouching in his chair. “You guys are the worst.”

Elain smiled at Cassian, her voice saccharine. “She probably will like you. You’re so nice and funny, who wouldn’t like you?”

Cassian awkwardly muttered, “Thanks,” clearly flustered by the attention.

Morrigan and you exchanged a look. Rhys caught it too, his smirk widening as he picked up on the tension, he enjoyed the drama. You glanced at your watch, realizing you only had two minutes before your next lesson.

“Elain,” you said, your voice calm but firm, “Could you sit somewhere else? I’d like to sit next to my boyfriend.”

You knew she couldn’t refuse without drawing attention. With a quiet sigh, Elain gathered her things and wandered aimlessly, asking people around the room if she could sit next to them. You watched as Elain’s face turned red, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she awkwardly searched for a place to sit. 

She looked flustered, rejected by the group she had so confidently tried to insert herself into. It felt satisfying, seeing her brought down a notch. She deserved it after everything, the smug looks, the attitude, the way she’d tried to claim space that wasn’t hers and the way she dared to touch your Boyfriend.

She finally plopped down next to Irina, who shot a quick, knowing look at Calix. It seemed she was told about what had happened.

You settled down next to Azriel, feeling a small sense of relief wash over you.

He was blissfully unaware of the silent victory unfolding in your head. You couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at your lips, one that Morrigan mirrored.

But you knew a snake like her would strike again.

• •

School finally ended, you and your group strolled out of the school together, the sun still high in the sky. You were lingering by the gates, waiting for Azriel to finish his advanced chemistry class so you could drive home.

As you leaned against the railing, you told your friends what had happened.

“Damn,” Rhys said, shaking his head. “Seems like you’ve got an enemy.”

“And you’re sure you didn’t know her before?” he added, raising an eyebrow.

“No, Rhys, I didn’t,” you replied with a sigh.

“She’s a bitch,” Morrigan declared flatly, arms crossed as she leaned against the wall.

“Mmh,” Cassian muttered absentmindedly, his attention focused elsewhere. He was turned slightly away from the group, scanning the area, searching.

“You searching for Irina?” Morrigan teased.

Cass ignored her and frowned instead. “Since when are Eris and Irina friends?”

“Huh?” you all turned toward the gate at his words.

There she was, Irina, walking and talking with Eris. The two seemed friendly with eachother, their laughter carried by the breeze. Irina playfully shoved him and Eris, for once, didn’t look annoyed. Instead, he spoke with animated gestures, his face lit up in a way you rarely saw.

It was so different from the usual guarded, cold demeanor he wore like armor. Both of them were at ease, carefree, and it stirred something unfamiliar in your chest. A tug, faint but undeniable, made your stomach twist slightly.

You couldn’t look away, even as you told yourself it didn’t matter. It wasn’t your concern. And yet, the sight of them laughing together lingered in the back of your mind.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the strange feeling. Why did seeing him like that with her bother you so much?

“Babe,” Azriel called, breaking through your thoughts.

“Huh?” you blinked, realizing he’d been trying to get your attention.

“I called you multiple times. Let’s go,” he said, his voice clipped as he grabbed your hand, leading you toward the car.

• •

After dropping off the others one by one, the car grew quiet, almost uncomfortably so. It was just you and Azriel now.

He hadn’t spoken much the entire ride, only offering polite nods or brief words as he said goodbye to your friends. 

You stared out the window at the passing scenery, but your mind wandered back to the earlier scene with Eris and Irina. Something about it still lingered in your chest.

Azriel’s silence, however, soon pulled your attention. You turned to look at him, taking in his features, the sharp angle of his nose, the perfect bow of his lips, the long dark lashes that framed his striking hazel eyes, and the dark curls that fell messily over his forehead. He was gorgeous, as always, but it wasn’t his looks that drew your focus.

His posture was tense, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, and his jaw ticked with barely restrained frustration.

He was angry.

“Az?” you asked softly, breaking the silence. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer right away, his lips pressing into a firm line as if he was weighing his words. The tension in the air was thick, and it made your heart race in uncertainty.

“Nothing,” Azriel muttered.

“Please, did something happen?” you pressed, your voice soft but insistent.

He shook his head, his jaw tightening as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. Turning to face you, his hazel eyes burned with emotion. “Why did you stare at Eris like that?”

You froze for a moment. He noticed. Shit.

“Because of Irina,” you explained quickly. “He was talking to Irina, and Cassian asked if they were friends. That’s why.”

Azriel stared at you, his expression unreadable. He was clearly thinking it over. You reached out and took his hand in yours, squeezing gently.

“Azriel, I only love you. You know that, right?”

He sighed, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “I just don’t like the way you two are so close. It’s hard to ignore.”

You shook your head, your voice firm yet reassuring. “Azriel, I wish I could avoid talking to him altogether, but our parents are close. His mom has even slept over at our house before, our dads golf together and our Brothers are in the same clubs. I don’t like it either, how he talks about you, or our relationship. He’s arrogant, obnoxious, and so damn annoying.” You paused, your lips quirking up into a small smirk.

“I only love you. You don’t have to worry about the ginger.”

Azriel let out a laugh at that, a genuine sound that made your chest warm. You watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he chuckled, and your breath caught. He was stunning when he laughed, his worry fading away. 

He noticed you staring, his lips curving into a shy smile. “What?”

“Can I kiss you?” you asked, your voice soft.

Azriel nodded, his cheeks slightly pink. 

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his, and the kiss deepened quickly. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

It grew hotter, more intense, as his free hand gripped your waist, and your fingers tangled in his hair.

You pulled away from the kiss, and Azriel let out a low whine. It wasn’t a sound you heard often, and it sent a shiver through you. His hand bunched the fabric of your white shirt, pulling you closer as he tried to capture your lips again. Both of you were breathless, his lips glistening with spit, and his eyes locked onto your mouth.

“Azriel, wait,” you managed, gently pushing him back.

He ignored your words, instead dipping down to press kisses along your neck. You gasped softly but pushed his hard chest.

“No hickeys, Az. I have to see my parents later.”

He groaned in protest, biting down lightly but just hard enough to make you gasp again. “Azriel,” you warned, your tone sharper now.

Suddenly, a thought struck you. “Azriel, is your mom home?”

He stilled, lifting his head to look at you. “No,” he said slowly, his brow furrowing. “Why?”

“When will she be back?” you asked, brushing your fingers gently through his hair.

“About six,” he replied, still confused. “Why?”

“Think, baby,” you said, caressing his scalp, your voice teasing but patient.

It took a moment, but realization dawned on him. His eyes widened slightly. “Oh.”

You nodded with a playful smirk. “Yes, Azriel. We can go to yours for a few hours.”

His lips twitched into a grin, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek as you laughed. 

He drove, his excitement now focused on getting home before the clock ran out.

• •

You were late. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

How could you forget?

Your mom had called you multiple times, you knew you were in trouble. Thankfully, your sister had covered for you, telling your parents you were at the library.

Slipping into the house as quietly as possible through the back door, you silently crept upstairs.

From the hallway, you could hear your father and Eris’s father laughing loudly downstairs.

Your heart raced as you tiptoed toward your room, opening the door slowly and shutting it behind you with a soft click.

You turned around and nearly screamed.

There, sitting at your desk, was Eris. His long legs, in black pants, stretched out comfortably as he leaned back in your chair, a painting of yours held delicately in his hands.

His golden-red hair caught the faint light from the desk lamp, but his amber eyes were focused on the artwork.

“Eris, what the fuck are you doing here?” you hissed, your voice low to avoid drawing attention. Fucking psycho! How did he get in? Why was he even here?

He didn’t respond right away. He held one of your more personal pieces, a ballerina staring at her  reflection in a broken mirror. Her red, tear-filled eyes glared back at herself, mascara and tears streaking down her face. Bound in her hair were white feathers. Immense rage in her expression. It was a piece that helped you remember your pain and how far you’d push yourself to reach perfection.

“It’s beautiful,” Eris whispered, his voice softer than you’d ever heard.

Your heart hammered in your chest, faster than before. “Put it down,” you said, though your tone lacked conviction.

“Is it you?” he asked, finally looking up at you.

“Yes,” you admitted hesitantly.

Eris turned the painting back to study it for a moment before meeting your gaze again. There was something in his eyes, something vulnerable, something you didn’t expect.

“You’re incredible,” he said, his voice so soft it almost didn’t register. 

For a moment, you forgot to breathe. The words were simple, but the way he said them, the sincerity in his tone, made your chest tighten.

No one had ever said that to you before, not about your art. Azriel hyped you up sometimes, but mostly saw it like your parents, a silly hobby you could enjoy to keep you entertained. Even Miss Norton had pushed you away for Elain and saw it less then hers. 

But art was more than that, it was a lifeline for you, it was like a diary where you expressed your emotions.

You never showed anyone your personal pieces, not even Azriel. This painting, raw and emotional, was yours alone - until now.

Licking your dry lips, you asked, “How did you get in here?”

Getting up, his hands casually shoved into his pockets, Eris began to walk toward you. One hand slid out to push his hair back before ruffling it slightly. He chuckled softly under his breath, a sound low enough to unnerve you.

It was the quick shift in his demeanour, the way he was always unpredictable, it made your stomach tighten.

Even as you took a step back, he didn’t stop. His strides were slow but purposeful, his presence quickly filling the space until your back hit the wall.

Your heart raced, but you tilted your chin up, meeting his sharp gaze head-on. You straightened up, you weren’t afraid, it was your house after all, he could not intimidate you.

“I opened the door,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural, normal thing in the world.

You scoffed. “Why?”

“I wanted to see the reason,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “The reason why your art is tucked away in some insignificant little corner if it’s not worth looking at.”

He lightly tugged at a strand of hair that had fallen in your face. Your jaw clenched, the anger bubbling beneath your skin. Every instinct was telling you to punch him, to push him away.

Before you could react, his hand brushed your throat.

Eris didn’t seem fazed, his gaze still locked on you, unblinking. He smirked slightly, clearly enjoying the way he riled you up.

“But,” he continued, softly brushing against of your neck, “it turns out it’s the best I’ve ever seen from any artist. Way better than that Archeron kid’s work.”

Your eyes widened as you grabbed his wrist, your pulse hammering beneath his palm. His tenderness was a stark contrast to the way he spoke to you and watched you. It was as if he was trying to see every emotion, every reaction from you, how far you would let him go. It was too intimate.

It made your head spin, he was testing your boundaries, and the next, his touch was almost considerate. 

It left you feeling unsettled, confused, angry at how easily he seemed to have the upper hand, how easily he could shift the power dynamic, the way he asserted control.

“How do you know about that?” you demanded, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Irina,” he said simply, smirking.

Of course. That’s why he was talking to her. He probably already knew about Cassians little crush on her and thats why he made her laugh for him. 

Manipulative fuck

“But don’t worry,” he murmured, his thumb still stroking the sensitive skin of your throat. “I’ll take care of it.”

“What?” you asked, confused and uneasy. His words sounded more like a threat than reassurance.

“Eris, what do you mean?” you demanded.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, his smirk deepening.

“Worry about the marks your boyfriend left.”

Your heart skipped as his grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly. The room seemed to shrink around you, his intense stare rooting you in place.

Eris’ gaze darkened, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your lips.

“Maybe you should Take a shower before your parents get suspicious of why you smell like that,” he said, his tone a little too sharp.

“You wouldn’t want them to find out about what you’ve been up to, would you?”

You clenched your jaw at his words, irritation bubbling inside you. “Don’t worry about me. Take care of your own issues. I’ll handle mine.”

“You’re so cute when you’re angry,” he taunted, pushing you further over the edge.

Without thinking, you slapped him hard. His head snapped to the side, his cheek turning bright red, and the sting of the slap echoed in the air.

Furious, you slapped him again, pushing him backward until he fell onto your bed. You crawled over him, straddling his waist as you glared down at him.

“Why do you keep pushing me, Eris?” you spat, your voice low and tense.

“Why do you always make fun of me or threaten me? What do you gain from it? I’m not a toy, and I’m not scared of you.”

You placed your hands on his throat, the anger in your chest burning hotter. But before you knew it, he had pinned you beneath him. His body pressed between your soft thighs, your skirt pushed up around your waist, and all you could feel was his weight, his part touching another and the heat of his breath against you lips.

You were beyond furious now, you pushed him again. Your hands gripped his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric. You heard the fabric rip as you tugged harder, buttons were flying, you were unable to stop yourself. You scratched him leaving red marks on his chest. 

He grunted, his eyes narrowed, his posture shifting to overpower you. You fought back, not willing to give an inch, your breath coming in sharp bursts.

The confrontation had escalated, your bodies tumbled down. His hand gripped your wrists, his touch firm as he tried to gain control, but you weren’t backing down.

“I won’t be treated like this,” you spat, words dripping with anger.

He stared at you, lips curled in a mocking half-smile. “You think I’m the problem here?”

“I don’t care what you think anymore.”

His grip on you tightened as he leaned in, pushing his hips into yours from behind, his voice low and controlled. “You started this, not me.”

Before you could headbutt him, the door suddenly swung open. Both of your parents stood there, frozen in shock, their eyes wide. Both of your mothers gasping loudly, the sound of it echoing through the room.

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The First Time 🌸🦇

Elriel smut. Just smut. As a treat.

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“I can’t do this anymore,” Azriel buried both hands in his hair.

“I’m sorry,” Elain gasped, her heart hammering in her chest, “I shouldn’t have-“

“No. You shouldn’t. Because I can’t. I cannot be held responsible for what happens if we keep this up, Elain. I don’t think I can stop myself anymore,” he panted out the words, wings twitching behind him.

“What if I don’t want you to?” she breathed out, her words barely audible even to his shadows.

He ground out, “Don’t want me to what?”

“Stop,” Elain’s hands twisted into the grass beneath her, “What if I don’t want you to stop?”

Azriels eyes finally met hers again, his gaze burning through her like wildfire. He froze, his hands still tangled in his hair, his wings slightly flared. The moon illuminated the clearing around them. A ghostly glow cast a silhouette over his shadows, as they too ceased their movement.

“There would be consequences-“ he began, his voice low and uncertain.

“I don’t care,” Elain stated, having never been more confident of anything in her life, “I want you. And I don’t want you to stop.”

Azriel stalked towards where she sat under the willow. He sank to his knees, his hands reaching out to gently cup her face.

“I need you to be absolutely certain, Elain,” he swept his thumbs over the high arches of her cheekbones.

In answer, she leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as he held her face.

“I have never been more certain of anything in my life,” she stated, “I want you, Azriel. All of you. In any way that you’ll have me.”

As soon as the words left her lips, his mouth was on hers. This was nothing like the times before, nothing like those restrained stolen kisses they shared in secret, that always ended in Azriel pulling away.

This was wilder, his lips moving against hers like he was drowning and she was the air he needed to live. Elain’s hands tangled into the curls at the back of his neck. She twisted them in, anchoring herself, ivy rooting itself to stone.

Azriel moaned into her mouth as their tongues brushed, hers sliding over the silken skin of his bottom lip. Fully entangled, exactly where she wanted to be, Elain pulled him with as she fell back against the earth.

His knees between her thighs, his elbows braced on either side of her head, she sighed happily as Azriel trailed kisses across her jaw, down her throat. One of his hands circled her neck, his thumb grazing the fluttering pulse point there.

Elain had been wanting this for so long, it had left her impatient. Needy. She arched beneath his touch, her head tipping further back to grant him better access, her legs linking around his thighs to drag him down to rest completely on top of her.

“More,” she gasped, “Please Azriel. I want this. I want everything.”

A growl rumbled through him as he nipped at the sensitive skin of her shoulder, her only warning before he moved his hand from her neck to the lacing of her bodice. His skilled fingers made quick work of the tie, and Elain couldn’t contain the whimpers that escaped at every movement.

Azriel let the corset fall open, now nothing but her thin summer dress between them. He palmed one breast and circled her nipple with his thumb. She rocked against him, her hips rolling, desperate for any friction.

Elain could feel her skirts pooling around her waist, bare thighs rubbing against the rough stitching of his leathers. She groaned when she rolled her hips again, finally feeling the hard length of him pressed against her core.

He replaced his thumb with his mouth, alternating between dragging his tongue across the peak of her breast and using his teeth to nip and pull at the soft pink skin. His free hand roved over her, feeling the soft swell of her stomach and dip of her waist. Azriel rucked her skirts up further and just when Elain thought she would finally, finally, feel his hands on her, he pulled back.

Her eyes opened to see him looking at her, hair mussed from her fingers dragging through it, skin flushed with desire.

“Elain,” he swallowed hard, “Can I touch you?”

She almost laughed out of frustration, “Oh gods, please Azriel,” Elain was not above begging at this point, “Please touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I want to feel your hands on me. In me.”

Before she could blink, he moved. Azriel twisted them until he sat behind her, propped against the willow, his wings out to either side, draping against the soft mossy ground. She could feel his cock pressing into her backside and the rapid beating of his heart in his chest.

He maneuvered her legs to rest over his, spreading them wide. One arm wrapped around her shoulder and he tilted her head back to look at him, wrapping his hand around her throat to hold her in place, while his other hand found her center. Azriel grazed one finger over her, his feather light touch causing her hips to buck as she gasped.

Azriel pressed against her entrance through her lace panties, the rough fabric doing nothing to hide the slick heat already gathered there. He groaned and lowered his mouth to hers, the hand at her neck tightening as he kissed her. With no warning, he gripped the fabric covering her and pulled, the sound of tearing fabric echoing off the trees around them.

Cool night air danced over her naked skin before he replaced his hand. One rough finger drug up through the wetness until he reached her clit. Elain moaned into his mouth and laced her fingers into his hair again, tugging his head down to deepen the kiss.

She whimpered into his mouth as he maintained his torturously slow pace. Azriel pushed one finger barely into her, curling it slightly before withdrawing again. Over and over, sliding in further each time.

Elain was trembling, something foreign and delicious coiling in her belly. The heel of his hand pressed against her clit as he fucked her with his finger. She writhed against him, and pulled her mouth away from his to gasp, “More.”

He squeezed her throat briefly in response, his eyes glazed and wild as he watched his own hand moving against her. Azriel added a second finger, regressing to where he started, barely entering her before withdrawing. Elain panted at the stretch, breasts heaving against her thin dress.

When he had fulled seated both fingers inside her, he held her there, stroking her soft inner walls as he ground his palm against her. His hand left her neck and pulled the top of her dress down, baring her completely. Elain felt her nipples pebble impossibly harder as he rolled one between his fingers, his shadows lavishing their attention on the other.

Azriel increased his pace, one hand stoking her higher with each thrust of his fingers while the other pinched and squeezed at her breast. He trailed kisses down from her temple to her neck, leaning forward to give himself better access. His knees opened more, forcing her legs wider, as he bit down on the tender skin of her throat. Elain felt her pulse fluttering rapidly under his mouth, unrestrained moans now escaping her.

That coil built, tighter and tighter within her until she thought she might burst. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before; not alone in her bed with nothing but thoughts of Azriel and her own hands, and certainly not in the few times she and Greyson had slept together. It was fire and pressure and it grew with each stroke of his hand, each pass of his fingers on her skin.

“Azriel-“ she tried to ask him what it was but could barely gasp out his name. He growled against her skin, teeth still attached to her neck. He angled his hand so his thumb could press directly against her swollen clit as he continued to move in her.

She could feel herself approaching some precipice, her mind going fuzzy and incoherent sounds falling from her lips. Elain dug her nails into his skin, pulling his hair and trying to find something to anchor herself to. Azriel released her neck and breathed into her ear, “That’s it Elain, let go. Come for me, Elain.”

The silken words had her eyes squeezing closed, her head thrown back against his shoulder.

“Please!” she cried out, not sure what she was asking for, “Please, Azriel! Oh, oh gods!”

The world went quiet, her ears ringing as liquid fire erupted within her. Elain felt herself bucking and clamping down against his hand, Azriel continuing to pump into her, his thumb pressing against her clit.

“Fuck, Elain,” he said breathlessly, his words breaking through the haze in her mind.

Her hands fell from his hair, her body going limp in his arms. Azriel drug his hand from her and she watched through hooded eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. The world still seemed to be spinning around them, the ringing in her ears fading with each panted breath.

Eventually, she gathered herself enough to ask, “What was that?”

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt her heartbeat starting to regulate.

She felt Azriel still behind her, “What was what, Elain?”

“It-,” she tried to find the words, “it was like the world disappeared. Like liquid fire erupted within me.”

When he said nothing, she managed to open her eyes to look at him. Azriel’s eyes were wide and focused on her face, his hair tousled and cheeks flushed. He was still breathing hard, but seemed almost frozen in place.

“Elain…” he said slowly, “have you never… finished before?”

“Hmm?” she sighed dreamily, “Finished?”

“Came. Orgasmed. Elain,” he gently gripped her face and she reopened her eyes, “Are you telling me that you’ve never… that he never..?”

“That,” she waved one hand limply, “has never happened before.”

A slow smile spread over his features, his eyes shining with heat and something like pride.

“Well, that’s simply unacceptable,” he murmured, thumb stroking her cheek delicately, “You’ve never… pleasured yourself, Elain?”

She felt her face flush at the brash question, “Well,” Elain swallowed thickly, “I guess I thought I had. I didn’t really have anything to… compare it to.”

Azriel made a low sound in his chest and leaned in to brush his mouth softly against hers. He gathered her in his arms until her head rested on his shoulder, her legs draped to the side over one of his. She couldn’t remember a time she felt happier or more content than this moment.

One hand smoothed her hair down, the other wrapped around her back, his thumb grazing up and down her hip.

“Azriel?” she breathed against his neck.

“Hmm?”

“When can we do that again?”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her hair, “Elain, it would be my pleasure to make you come whenever, wherever, and however many times you want.”

“Oh-“ she felt the heat coiling low in her belly again, “Azriel?”

“Yes?” she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Can I-“ Elain took a deep breath, “Will you show me… how I can make you come?”

His hands stilled as she spoke. Azriel tilted her chin up so he could look in her eyes, “If you want me to. Do not feel obligated-“

“I want to,” she cut him off, “Very much.”

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The Prophecy

Summary: No one has seen or heard from Elain Archeron in two months…until she turns up one day in the Spring Court with no memory of where she's been or what she's been doing.

Tamlin and Lucien will have to work together to untangle the mystery of Elain's missing memories.

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She woke up on the damp, forest floor beneath a blanket of twinkling stars. Her breath curled around her face like shadows, dancing through the cold, midnight air like lovers. Elain Archeron lay flat in the grass, her skin so cold it burned. 

Elain Archeron had merely closed her eyes for a moment on the Summer Solstice, exhausted from the constant partying that kept her up into the wee hours of the morning. How she’d gotten here was a mystery. 

Where was she? Elain forced herself to sit up, her once beautiful, purple gown stained with mud and what appeared to be blood. The sleeves were ripped, the dress itself tattered and torn so it appeared to be more rags than anything. No shoes, which meant she had to walk. Elain took a step, causing shooting pain to scream up her left shin, settling in her knee.

She gasped, leaning against a nearby tree trunk as she tried to gather her bearings. It should have been warm—it was still summer. This felt more like the final frost before spring than a warm, summer evening. 

“Hello?” Elain called out, surprised to find her voice cracked, the words burning in her throat. It was as if she’d screamed at the top of her lungs for hours, shredding her vocal cords. She was terrified to see herself in the mirror.

“Hello?” she tried again, noting that the forest had become eerily still. No bugs chirping, no wind rustling leaves, no animals scurrying about. Just the sound of her breath, waiting for whatever had silenced the world around her. She’d noticed when a High Lord approached, the world seemed to react with the same reverence so many others did. As if it could sense all that power, too.

“Rhys?”

It wasn’t Rhys that appeared. She knew that creature, with the glowing green eyes and the massive, elk like horns, that suddenly appeared before her. He’d once broken into her home and stolen away her sister. Elain wrapped her arms around her body to try and hide the trembling that overtook her. It hurt to stand, to hold herself upright.

She wanted to lay back in the grass. “I…” she tried to say something, swaying ever so slightly on her feet. In a moment, the creature was gone, replaced by a man she’d seen, too. Tamlin, of the Spring Court, caught her before she collapsed.

“Elain Archeron?” he asked, the disbelief in his voice plain. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Dead?” 

Why would she be dead? Elain pushed weakly at Tamlin’s chest for all the good it did. He was warm and strong and uninjured and she was none of those things. He’d begun walking, holding her close enough to leech some of the heat from his skin. “What did you do to me?”

Tamlin only shook his head, his jaw clenched. “Archerons,” he grumbled softly, offering her no other information. Each step jostled her body, causing her bones to rattle beneath her skin. It was agony, pure misery of the highest order.

“Take me home,” Elain tried to demand, but the words came out small and soft as though a child spoke them. Tamlin didn’t acknowledge her, either. He merely stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable. 

He didn’t take her home—not that Elain was sure she had one. Instead, he took her to a sprawling manor adorned with creeping ivy and slumbering roses. The drive was dotted by tulips, peeking from just beneath that first frost as though to warn the others it was safe to erupt. The world was still in his arms, though behind her, she could hear life reemerge, chattering loudly like the gossips they were. 

“Is it just us?” she asked when he took her into the warmth. Had Feyre truly lived here, she wondered? It was so quiet, so empty and clean. Tamlin’s boots echoed off the checked marble floors while each inhale of air seemed to echo, making it seem as if a million frustrated men lurked just out of view.

The manor had seen better days. Walls that had once been papered were torn apart, the strips still hanging where the glue held fast. Wooden railings were splintered and doors missing entirely, only noticeable as they passed. Tamlin took her up the stairs, past a room that was entirely covered in ivy. 

That wasn’t the room she was put in. Several doors down, in a room that reeked heavily of dust, Elain was set back on her feet.

“Don’t move,” Tamlin ordered. She wanted to ask where she’d go given there seemed to be no one around. She could have screamed, she supposed, though what good would that do? Elain did as she was told, assuming Tamlin was going to get someone helpful. Someone she wanted to see—like Feyre, or Nesta, or even—

“Lucien?”

Lucien Vanserra appeared in the doorway with his shirt half on, hair a mess. He was barefoot and his pants were unlaced which made her nervous. 

“You’re…” he yanked his shirt wholly over his toned chest, swallowing audibly. “Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been? Where were you?”

“What are you talking about?” she replied, drawing her legs up to her chin as he stalked into the room. With a snap of his fingers both the fireplace and the faelights overhead ignited, illuminating the dark room. 

“You’ve been missing for two months,” he told her, his voice lethally soft. Lucien was angry. 

She shook her head back and forth. “No, that’s not…that’s not true—”

“Where were you, Elain?”

“Nowhere!” she exclaimed, holding up a hand to keep him from coming any closer. “I haven’t—you’re lying.”

“You sound just like your sister,” he hissed, half turning for the hall where Tamlin stood, watching the pair warily. 

“Take me back.”

“No.”

That came from Tamlin, who’d entered the room quietly. “She stays here for now. No word to anyone until we know where she was and what she was doing. After everything Rhys did…I want to know exactly where she was.”

“I wasn’t anywhere!” Elain repeated, but Lucien and Tamlin weren’t listening. They were facing off with one another, some strange tension hanging in the air.

“I don’t work here anymore,” Lucien said in a whisper soft voice.

“Then leave,” Tamlin replied, stalking toward Lucien. They were matched for height, for strength, though Elain suspected Tamlin still had the upper hand given the power he commanded.

She’d never quite figured out how magic worked in Prythian, though to be fair, she’d never really tried, either. 

“Run off, and tell Rhysand what we have…and let him know I’m not sending her back. She’s a threat, and for all I know, she’s his spy.”

“I’m not a spy,” Elain chimed in, though it didn’t matter. Neither one of them acknowledged anything she’d said, too busy with whatever argument was clearly about to erupt. 

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? Just ask me to stay,” Lucien snarled.

Tamlin wasn’t going to. Even Elain, who barely knew him at all, could see that pride, or stubbornness, or some other emotion entirely, would prevent him from asking what Lucien wanted to hear. Lucien’s gaze flicked back toward Elain, though all she could see were the brutal scars and the mechanical eye, visible from his profile. 

“You know where my allegiance lies,” Lucien murmured, unclenching his fists. Elain didn’t know, though she assumed it was not to Rhysand. 

“Then she remains here until we learn what she was doing out in the forest and where she’s been. I doubt it's a coincidence she just so happens to show up here after I closed my borders.”

They both glanced back at her with matching expressions of distrust. 

“They’ll realize she’s here after a time,” Lucien said slowly. “Rhys’s network of spies are endless.”

“Then we close the estate to everyone but the three of us. Ward it so no one comes in or out—”

“Ward it with blood?” Lucien breathed, his brown skin paling ever so slightly. 

“Mine and yours,” Tamlin said, his jaw set. “She doesn’t leave this manor until I know what Rhys was doing with her. This reeks of one of his games. You scent it, too.”

Lucien and Tamlin both looked at her again. “She smells like magic.”

“I have magic,” Elain snapped, frustrated with the pair of them. “And you can’t hold me here.”

“Watch me.”

“Not forever,” she breathed, noting how they both took a healthy step backward. “No wards can hold me.”

Tamlin blew out a sigh. “They will for now. Go,” he added, sending Lucien into the hall. Elain considered who she felt safer around—neither, truthfully, but she thought she’d prefer if Lucien remained in the room with her. Lucien, too, hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told. 

“Traitor,” she whispered at his retreating back. He stiffened, but swept out of the room just as he was told to do. 

“The only traitor is you,” Tamlin voiced, the words empty of ire or malice. He didn’t give her an opportunity to respond, leaving just behind Lucien so she was alone in that room. Alone in the Spring Court, which Feyre sometimes likened to the Court of Nightmares. This is where it had all begun, truly. Had Feyre not killed that wolf, had there never been a curse swirling around her youngest sister, Elain would still be human. A familiar anger rose through her, heating her blood until she felt the urge to scream.

She didn’t, though. 

Elain merely stood, looking about the dusty room. The cell was different, though the manner of prison remained the same. Feyre and Rhys offered the illusion of independence though she’d often caught Azriel trailing her in the markets—reporting back, if she knew him. 

And she didn’t. 

At least Tamlin was up front. He wasn’t allowing her to leave until he understood where she’d been and what she was doing. What, then, she wondered? When she herself didn’t know what she’d been doing. She knew one thing, though—she wasn’t spying on behalf of Rhys or Feyre. She’d offered to help scry only once, and after a little pushing, had been told she’d been voted against.

Lucien appeared in the doorway again, pulling his long, thick hair up off his face. “It’s the kind of thing he’d do, you know.”

“Lock up a woman?” Elain snapped.

Lucien’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Erase your memories, Elain. Though…I think he’d do that, too.”

Ah. She’d assumed he was speaking of Tamlin. “You don’t know Rhys very well.”

Lucien’s temper seemed to flare, causing his cheeks to darken. “I know him better than you ever could. Sending you on some absurd mission only to erase your memories is the exact kind of thing he’d pull. He wouldn’t even be sorry, he’d just say it was for some greater purpose.”

“Let me go,” she ordered, well aware he wasn’t going to. 

Lucien shook his head. “Tamlin is right on this account.”

“Even if I knew where I’d been, I’d never tell you,” she whispered, hatred crawling up her throat. Elain felt like luggage, dragged around without any say in where she went, and forced to be wherever she was placed. She didn’t want to be in the Spring Court, but…she didn’t want to be in Night Court, either.

The realization was a revelation. Getting out of Night Court was next to impossible because Elain was always being watched by someone. If not Azriel, the twins who moved from room to room with her, or her sisters, or Rhys or his friends, or—

But here she was alone. Only Tamlin and Lucien for company, and they were already fighting. They’d barred the manor from anyone leaving or entering that wasn’t them, had used their blood to key the lock. Elain, though, knew there was always a way out of magic. She could see it in her dreams, with her eyes closed, could visualize all the threads of Tamlin’s wards. 

And perhaps, if she was patient and unassuming, she could simply pluck one of those threads, slip in between the warding chains, and make her way into another court. Another continent, even. Somewhere she could live a life of her own making and not one ruled by more powerful men. 

Lucien was watching her, the silence between them stretched thin. Both eyes of russet and metal were narrowed and she wondered if he, too, couldn’t hear her thoughts. 

“Get some rest, Elain,” he told her, before adding he was just two doors down the hall. Elain waited for him to sweep out before she jumped off the bed, her own temper besting her as she slammed the door. That wouldn’t do. She needed to let them see what they wanted to see—soft, sweet, unassuming. No one to concern themselves with. Practically a child, too stupid and helpless to do anything for herself.

Gripping the handle, Elain forced herself to breathe. She’d felt like this before, had felt the rage building too often as of late. Darkness blurred the edge of her vision, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d lose herself in the world in between the one she currently stood in and what lay beyond. 

Deep breaths.

She was in control.

—

Lucien had always been a practiced liar. 

That didn’t make walking into Feyre and Rhysand’s home, armed with multiple lies, feel any better. He had to remind himself to breathe normally, to keep the stench of fear off him. Tamlin had shifted into the beast beside him which should cover anything related to Elain, though he’d also refused to see her that morning and scrubbed his skin raw.

It wasn’t like he’d been fucking her, anyway. Whatever traces of her could be easily explained by the items of hers he did have. Lucien was supposed to be tracking her, an impossible task when Rhys had so much of his territory marked off limits to anyone but his innermost circle.

That didn’t include Lucien. 

Rhys was at his desk, Feyre in a chair facing the fireplace. Thankfully the spy master was nowhere to be seen, meaning fewer eyes to witness the lies about to come out of his mouth.

It would be the last time Lucien came into this home and he knew it. Rhys and Feyre didn’t seem to, given the warmth in which they looked at him. They’d know, soon enough. Lucien could by himself time, but inevitably someone would spread word that would reach Rhys’ network of spies.

Tamlin wasn’t prepared to handle the wrath of Rhys. Lucien would have to make him ready. Or they’d hand over Elain—either way, Lucien knew he was never going to get the life he wanted. There was peace in the realization. Life would go back to how it had been before Feyre dropped into his life.

“How is Spring?” Rhys began, just as he always did.

Lucien launched into his report, handing the paper to Feyre who merely scanned it over. This was all perfunctory. 

“He’s closed the borders to Spring,” Lucien added casually, hoping Rhys, who was back to scanning his own paperwork, wouldn’t care. That was too much to hope for. Violet eyes snapped to Lucien’s face, searching his expression. Lucien knew better, now—his walls were well fortified. If they wanted to break into his mind, they’d have to use force to do it.

“Why?”

“He’s tired of Azriel circling over his home,” Lucien replied dryly. “Isn’t he supposed to be stealthy?”

Rhys didn’t respond to that, though Feyre’s brow furrowed. “Is he allowing you back?”

“Tentatively,” Lucien lied. Better to keep up the ruse as best he could. “I’ve been searching the grounds, but no one has seen your sister. Tamlin doesn’t have her.”

Feyre sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “I don’t understand where she went.”

“Are you sure she even left Night?” Lucien questioned like the liar he was. “Maybe she ran off with someone.”

Rhys’s eyes narrowed. “Like who?”

A knot formed in his stomach, a memory slamming into him with such ferocity it stole his breath. Solstice, a near kiss, and an argument had loud enough Lucien had heard it echoing upward through the vents. “You know.”

“He wouldn’t.” Rhys said it so flatly, inviting no follow-up conversation. Ferye’s eyes were wide, her curiosity palpable. So Rhys hadn’t told her? Lucien guessed he wasn’t the only liar in the Night Court. 

“Did you question him like you questioned me?”

They both knew Rhys hadn’t. Cassian and Azriel were excluded from the prying Lucien had willingly subjected himself to. While Nesta was out combing the streets of Velaris and begging Helion and Thesan to help her, Rhys was still spying on Tamlin. 

Rhys didn’t respond to Lucien’s challenge, though his fingers curled tightly around the arm of his chair in a mockery of what he’d like to do to Lucien’s throat. The feeling was mutual. Lucien stood, delighted he could storm out with the air of a wounded male. Turning Rhys’s attention inward would only last so long—but there was doubt there. Just enough to make Rhys question his own friends.

Oh, what a gift. If he and Tamlin were getting along better, Lucien would have brought Tamlin the news alongside a bottle of wine. 

“Let me know if she was with him. I’ll send them a gift.”

“Lucien,” Feyre called, but he’d made his dramatic exit and wasn’t going to stop so Feyre could try and convince him to see reason. Feyre should have been his friend—she’d been his, at the expense of every other relationship in his life. How had she repaid him? Lucien knew if Azriel had hidden Elain, Feyre wouldn’t tell him the truth. She’d lie, she’d cover, she’d let him continue searching beneath every stone, every fresh mound of dirt, trying to find her. And she wouldn’t be sorry for any of it.

That was what stung the most. She’d always pick Rhysand over everyone, even the people who’d loved her when no one else had. It wasn’t personal, he decided as he stepped into the crisp autumn air. He simply had to look out for himself for once. 

Feyre caught him just at the edge of the ward, finger’s curling around his wrist. Lucien didn’t jerk back, though he didn’t immediately stop what he was doing, either. He took another step so she was still within it, he without. Just in case he needed to make a quick exit. 

“Azriel wouldn’t—he wouldn’t—”

“He would,” Lucien replied flatly. “Whatever they had going on, your mate knew and concealed it from everyone. If he doesn’t want to look at his friends, fine. I’m done being interrogated, though.”

Rhys must have told her everything, was likely listening to the conversation in Feyre’s mind. He’d never have a moments peace when it came to Rhys, the nosy fuck. 

“He would have told us.”

“And you would have told me?” Lucien questioned. 

Feyre shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“Right. No one in Prythian has seen Elain in two months, and every court has been thoroughly searched—”

“Except Autumn,” Feyre told him. “Beron won’t…he wouldn’t tell us anything.”

Of course he wouldn’t. Beron jealously guarded the borders of his home and hated Rhysand. He wasn’t about to let a foreign court's troops into his territory. Even Helion had bristled, vocalizing that it felt more like a mapping of territory than a search for a missing woman. After all, they’d all agreed to use their own manpower to search for her, which hadn’t been good enough. It had to be Cassian’s warriors or Azriel’s spies—no one else could be trusted. 

“Ask Eris.”

“We did—he’s a liar, though.”

“So is your mate,” Lucien snapped, frustrated with the same circular conversation. “What do you even know about any of this, Feyre?”

Her eyes sharpened. “Excuse me?”

Lucien shrugged, jamming his hands into his pockets. He was so, so angry. “From where I’m standing, it looks to me as if he doesn’t tell you much. Lies of omission are still lies, you know.”

“I don’t think you get to tell me about my relationships,” she bit out. Cruel, but fair. 

“Maybe not. But I’ve done my part in this, and I’m tired of being viewed with hostility and suspicion. I’m not returning for the time being—Tamlin needs help strengthening Spring, and frankly, it would be nice to be around people who enjoy my company.” Elain notwithstanding.

“Lucien—”

There was a warning to her voice, likely echoing whatever threats Rhys was making in her mind. Feyre, ever the good little mouthpiece. She’d say it all softer, sweeter, but she’d say it all the same. 

“I know. If I leave, I’ll never see Elain again. So your mate has all but said—but she’s gone, and I don’t think she wants to be found. That’s her choice, and this is mine.”

And then he winnowed off, needing both to have the last word and to get away from them before he dug his own grave. Lucien’s feet slammed against springy, fresh grass and the unchanging season before him. It was sunny, the bird chirping merrily as a lilac scented breeze wafted his hair. Gods above, he shouldn’t have said any of that. Regret slammed against him hard as he plodded back to the manor, replaying the conversation with Feyre and Rhys over and over. Why had he said any of that? He should have kept it cool, should have shut his mouth.

Who cared about his feelings? He’d made a mild enemy of Feyre when he’d meant to slip out unnoticed entirely. 

Though, it did amuse him to think of Rhys going through Azriel’s life. Had Lucien planted enough doubt? Just enough to cause a small rift among the inner circle? Probably not—Azriel would allow it, Rhys would endure, and their gazes would turn toward the south once more.

Still, a little time was better than nothing. As Lucien stepped through the shimmering ward, his blood reacting the key that allowed him in, he figured he had just enough time to figure out what Elain had been doing before he dropped her back off at Rhys’s doorstep.

Whether her disappearance was yet another lie from the High Lord of Night. 

Lucien plodded up the stairs, pulled by the knowledge she was there, hostage and still close enough he could see her, if he wanted. And he did—he’d been dreaming about her the night before. He’d be thinking about her until the day he died, which, if he was lucky, would be mercifully short. 

She wasn’t in her room. Lucien followed the thread between them, winding down the empty, ruined corridors of the once splendid manor. It was as if he could see the damage through her eyes and all of it spoke to Tamlin’s temper, his rage, his refusal to let Feyre go. Lucien sighed as he stepped into the music room. Elain was seated on the bench, her fingers hovering over the keys.

“Do you play?” he asked, reclining against the door frame. Her back was to him, long, thick curls half pinned by a pretty, white bow he distinctly remembered being given to her sister among all the finery Feyre had once had, here. Not that she’d ever worn any of it. It was pretty in Elain’s hair. 

She didn’t respond. She didn’t move, either—Lucien expected her to tense up, to betray she’d heard his voice. Strange, he thought, pushing off the frame to walk to her. “Elain?” He reached the piano, overlooking the ruined gardens just outside. Dust covered the keys and the chaise nearby, though it did little to stop her from coming in. He was hit with a visceral memory of he and Feyre, embarrassingly drunk while he played at the keys and taught Feyre all the filthy lyrics to songs he’d once found impossibly amusing. 

“Elain?”

Lucien dropped to one knee at her side, head cocked. Elain was staring at a sheaf of paper without moving save for her eyes, which seemed to be reading the notes on the page at impossible speed.

Lucien touched her knee, hoping it would bring her back. She turned so suddenly he would have fallen backward had he not been stabilized on his knee. It wasn’t her, he realized, but her magic staring out at him through a blue gray film akin to the fog that had once poured from the cauldron. 

Elain opened her mouth, but it wasn’t her voice that emerged. 

Blooming rot and ruined sun

Brought forth with magic to a golden land

Wind and flame see the night undone

Brings new life into a barren land. 

She slumped forward, saved from crashing to the floor by Lucien’s quick reflexes.

“Elain?” he asked, genuinely afraid of her for the first time since he’d met her. What did it mean?

“Why are you touching me?” she asked, pulling away. She sat on the floor while Lucien crouched over her, unsure what  to do.

“What you said…the prophecy…Elain, what does it mean?”

She blinked those wide, doe-like eyes up at him.

“What prophecy, Lucien?”

[whisperingmidnights]

Lemon Balm and Lavender

Summary: Gwyn asks about Rosehall and discovers why they've never met Azriel's mother.

Warning: this is more angst than I intended. We touch on past abuse/trauma/neglect, but nothing is described in detail.

Pairing: Azriel/Gwyn/Elain/Lucien

For @polysjmweek Day 5: Memories and History

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     The question comes early one morning as Elain is among the tulips Lucien had transplanted from Spring, choosing the loveliest blooms for the arrangements she needs to make. “Has he ever taken you up there?” She looks back at Gwyn, seated on the bench near the birdbath, her legs bare in the buttery sunshine. A fat bumble bee buzzes around the rim of her glass, eager for a sip of the lemonade she made yesterday from the Summer citrus Lucien brought home. If she doesn’t pay attention, she’s going to wind up with a bee friend in her drink. Elain squints up at her lover, adjusting the brim of her sunhat a little lower before she resumes clipping.

     “Up to the house, you mean?” Elain hedges, knowing too well it’s exactly what her lover means.

     “Yes.” Gwyn picks at the hem of her shift, bunched up around her knees, and stares at the dirt on her bare feet. It’s easy enough to clean with magic, but a dip in the stream behind the house will be more rewarding. “It’s just…he’s never taken me. He never offers to bring me along. When he’s there, he shuts down his end of the bond, and he always comes back looking like a storm. I-I know you talk about things…things he and I don’t really talk about. Ever.” Elain sits back on her heels with a sigh, staring up at the dark, ivy-shrouded manor over the low, stone wall. The honeysuckle vines will bloom in a few weeks, filling the air with its sweet fragrance, but even it won’t be enough to chase that sense of foreboding back into hiding until winter. “He’s my mate, Elain. He’s my mate, and maybe we should be able to talk about…about the things that have happened to us – to him – but we don’t. And I don’t know how to bring it up.”

     “You don’t,” Elain says simply, turning her warm, brown eyes back to Gwyn. Her heart stutters at the uncertainty on her face, the way she chews at her lower lip, but she isn’t sure if she can say anything that will make it better for the other female. “Not if you’re not completely certain you want to know. To answer your question, no. He hasn’t taken me up there, and I’ve never asked to go. But what little I know of his mother…Gwyn, Rhys and Cassian don’t even come here. From what I understand, they haven’t for a very long time. They love him…and her. And they don’t come here. There’s a reason for that. It isn’t easy for him to talk about what happened to them.”

     Or, rather, what was done to them. Her heart lurches at the thought, and Elain shakes her head, trying to chase those few memories of long nights spent talking in the dark away. What little she does know haunts her. If she’d heard the entire scope of it-

     The back door opens, creaking on its iron hinges. Gwyn jumps, spilling lemonade down her leg that the bee dives for, a poof of yellow and black against her pale skin. Elain’s mate leans in the doorway, his brow creasing as he glances between them, uncertain if he should leave or not. His mug is in his hand, mint-tinged steam curling up over the rim, and Gwyn scoots over on the bench to make room for him. Elain flinches when he kicks the door shut behind him. She hates it when he does that, even though it doesn’t slam particularly hard. Males.

     Lucien’s arm slides around Gwyn’s shoulders, his brown skin glowing in the sun. There are green beads at the ends of his braids today, a dark pine more suited to snow and ice than spring sunshine. It’s glorious against the color of his hair, brighter than Gwyn’s coppery brown. Together, they are lovely shades of autumn, and Elain’s never wished she could visit Lucien’s home court more than when she sees them side by side.

     “Why is our little fish so distressed?” he teases, his fingertips dancing over Gwyn’s bare arm. She pouts up at him, swinging her leg to try and dislodge the bee frolicking over her spilled lemonade. The stubborn creature refuses to budge but makes no move to sting her either. It won’t unless it has to. Elain places her pastel pink and creamy white blooms in her basket and stands, hoisting it onto her arm. She’ll need the lavender next, growing around the birdbath, but Lucien gestures towards his knee, an offer for her to join them. An offer she can’t refuse.

     “She’s disappointed you’ve given her the most unoriginal nickname.”

     “Are you going to tell me you don’t adore swimming? And that you’re not, in fact, incredibly slippery when we-”

     “Lucien,” Elain groans, her basket dropping with a thunk as she perches on his leg. She plucks the mug from his hand, refusing to be burned if he forgets he’s holding it, and sips the chamomile mint blend he prefers on lazy days. It tastes like a hug, with all of the warmth and devotion she pours into it when she prepares it. His hand grips her waist, pulling her closer until their foreheads are pressed together and she can hear the subtle clicking of his golden eye.

     “Not you, too, fawn. Why are we so dour on such a lovely morning?”

     “Azriel.” Gwyn murmurs, halfheartedly sipping her lemonade.

     “Didn’t he make it back last night? I thought I heard him come in-”

     “No, he did. But he was up before the sun, he said he was needed at the main house. He hasn’t been back since.”

     Lucien sucks in a deep breath, and slowly blows it out. “Oh.” Elain pulls away, sipping his tea as Gwyn’s eyes dart between them. It’s harder than it usually is, having information she’d like to give to Gwyn that isn’t hers to share. She doesn’t relish keeping anything from her partners, but Azriel should tell his story his way. When he’s ready to tell it.

     “Oh?” Gwyn asks, tugging at Lucien’s tunic. It’s open at the neck, revealing a slash of bare skin and sculpted muscle when she pulls at it, and Elain can’t help it if her eyes linger. “What do you know, Lucien?”

     “Not much more than you, Gwyneth. But it’s probably wise to ask him about it.”

     “And Feyre said you had loose lips,” Elain mutters, earning her a sharp, foxy grin.

     “You haven’t asked me to catch a suriel, sweetheart.”

     “I don’t know how to ask him,” Gwyn interrupts. “About the house. Not a suriel- why would you want to catch…anyway, I don’t want to push.” For all of the work Gwyn used to do in the library, and all of the work she does at the temple in the nearby village, getting Azriel to open up about the things that hurt him is a challenge she still doesn’t know how to overcome. Not without possibly making it worse.

     The last thing any of them want is to make it worse.

     Over the tall, lush hedges separating the manor’s back garden from their little cottage, Elain can see the clawed tips of Azriel’s dark wings. Shadows dart ahead of him, over the hedges and garden wall, swimming through her tulips like lazy koi before they wind up the bench to join its occupants. There’s nothing more to say until he gets here, and Lucien plucks his mug from her hands to finally have a little tea himself before she can drink it all. To be fair, it is his tea. And Elain really does need to gather some lavender for these arrangements.

     What a shame she’s terribly comfortable here.

     When Azriel finally appears at the garden gate, he’s in training attire. Elain makes a noise in her throat at the new, red scratches on his forearms, already beginning to heal. Judging by the blood still clinging to the edges of some of them, they must have been impressive gouges. Gwyn purses her lips, but says nothing as he ambles over, his face as blank as ever as he slides his hands from his pockets.

     “Shadowsinger,” Lucien says, his voice full of false bravado, his chin tilted imperiously. Azriel arches a brow, the corners of his mouth twitching, but he says nothing as he stops before them. “You’re distressing the females.”

     “I’m distressing the females? I’ve been home for all of two seconds. I think you’re distressing the females and blaming me.”

     “No, no, I’m certain it’s you. And I demand you stop.”

     “Demand.” The Illyrian warrior chuckles, his cobalt siphon flashing as he leans over them, bracing his hands against the back of the bench on either side of Lucien’s shoulders. Elain is close enough to Azriel now to catch the smell of sweat and iron mingled with his scent, and she lightly rests her head against his broad shoulder as the males continue their peacocking. “Tell me, princeling, have you ever known me to give in to your demands?”

     “I haven’t been a princeling in ages, Spymaster. And yes, I have, with…some persuasion.” Azriel kisses him then with an insistence that has Azriel’s shadows whisking Lucien’s mug away before it meets the earth. It always looks like a battle for dominance with them, even when it’s not, and Elain wonders if it’s just in their individual natures to want to overpower the other. Lucien yields this time, tightening his grip on the females as his head falls back against the back of the bench, baring his throat to the other male. Azriel leans in to taste him, his wings flaring wide in the sunshine as he nips and sucks at the tender skin beneath his jaw, leaving a neat and fairly impressive bruise in his wake. “But you can call me that again later, if you like. Seems to have the same effect as ‘good boy’-”

     Gwyn makes a disgruntled noise, tired of being squished between them while they flirt, and Azriel laughs a little as he whisks her into his arms. It’s nice to hear him laugh, even if the rest of her lemonade winds up in the grass. The bee on her leg darts towards the lavender with a panicked buzz, moving faster than Elain has seen it fly all morning. The shadows take her empty glass, too, as he settles on the bench with her in his lap, her feet resting against Lucien’s leg. He wrinkles his nose at the dirt but pats them anyway, then tugs Elain closer out of habit. It’s then that she notices one of his braids beginning to unravel, the bead snatched from the end of it while he was distracted.

     Unfortunately, Lucien notices it, too.

     “Must you?” he growls, reaching up to pick the braid apart until it fans against the rest of his unbound hair, a slight wave making it stand out. “What do you even do with them, Azriel?”

     “Thread a bit of leather through them and wear it like an anklet.” It rolls off his tongue so naturally, Elain almost believes it – would have, probably, if it weren’t for the mischievous twinkle in his hazel eyes.

     “Funny, I’ve never seen that bit of jewelry when your legs are over my shoulders.”

     “I’ll just have to wear it for you next time.”

     “Honestly,” Elain mutters, leaning over to look at the wounds on Azriel’s arms. With Gwyn there, he can’t move to hide them the way he normally might, and she can see the scabbed, ragged edges and inflammation. They look like they hurt. “You’re worse than children. Let me go get a jar of salve-”

     “Don’t bother.” Azriel says, shaking his head. “They’re almost healed.”

     “At least let her clean them,” Gwyn murmurs. She takes his wrist in her hand, carefully turning it to look at the damage, ignoring the way he huffs at their concern. “Or me. I can do it for you, Az. If you want.”

     “If it’ll keep you from fussing-”

     “You like their fussing,” Lucien cuts in, rolling his russet eye. The golden eye whirrs and clicks as it focuses on the other male, and Azriel shifts a little in his seat as that fiery focus is directed at him. “And if you don’t let them do it, you’ll have to submit to mine. I swear to mother hen you so thoroughly, you’ll roost in the trees for a week to get away from us, you overgrown bat.”

     “Wouldn’t be my first stint up a tree,” he grumbles petulantly, slumping down into the bench. Gwyn snorts, shaking her head as a breeze plays over her skin. Shadows swarm in her hair, detangling it as they go, and Azriel gives them a small smile before he nods to Elain. Relieved to have his consent to treat those nasty scratches, she retreats to grab a warm, damp cloth and salve from the kitchen. They may as well have a full healer’s kit at this point, for all of the wounds the males have come home with in the past. When she returns, Gwyn is tucked between him and Lucien, eyeing Azriel’s arms with concern while he stares, unfocused, out over the tulips. Elain kneels at his feet, tenderly cleaning each scratch, wiping the dried blood away. Sure, magic could clean them well enough, but some things are better done by hand.

     “Azriel, what happened?” Gwyn’s voice is small, a tremor of uncertainty laced through it. Elain’s heart aches for the way she’s trying to be so careful, not wanting to make it worse. The priestess is typically more bold with her words, always knowing exactly when to push. But this is delicate. Azriel gives her a measured look, inhaling slowly when Elain spreads a little healing salve over the scratches, the only sign of discomfort he’s likely to show. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but if we can help…”

     “You do help, Gwyneth. Every day.” His hand closes around Elain’s wrist for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze. She can feel the tremble in his fingers, the way his thumb flutters against the underside of her wrist. A bead of sweat trickles down the back of her neck, and cool shadows dart beneath her wild waves, lifting her hair from her skin. She leans down to kiss the scarred, mottled skin on the back of Azriel’s hand. “You all do.”

     “Is she okay?” Elain asks, handing off the cloth and balm for his shadows to take for her. His arms already look better, the scratches most likely won’t scar. It'll be like it never happened. Like it is every time he returns with a bruise or cut he won’t explain.

     “She’s resting.” Azriel offers her a hand and she takes it, allowing him to pull her up. She perches lightly on his knee, waiting to see how far he wants to take this discussion today. How much support he or his mate may need. Gwyn is still so new to their dynamic and, despite their previous friendship, there is so much for them to learn about each other. “She’ll need more tea, Elain.”

     “I have plenty of lemon balm. I’ll make her more. And maybe some of that rosemary oil she likes for her hair.”

     “Yes, yes that…that would be nice. Ashara mentioned it this morning.”

     “Alright.” She leans in resting her weight against him, letting him hold her as sparrows dart in to take advantage of the bath. Gwyn’s hand hovers between them, like she’s not sure what to do. Elain takes it, bringing it to rest in her lap with a reassuring squeeze. Lucien’s arm is draped over the back of the bench, lightly stroking the thick, bony base of Azriel’s wing while his free hand toys with the silky ends of Gwyn’s hair. It’s easy to sit in silence with them, waiting for their partner to find the words to explain what he needs to.

     “My mother is unwell, Gwyn. Perhaps you’ve gathered that much. Maybe I should have said something earlier. It was simpler to just not speak about it, but you deserve to know. You all deserve to know. But I can’t- I can’t.”

     “It’s okay,” Gwyn whispers, but he shakes his head, holding Elain a little tighter. She can almost feel the ache in his chest, and it breaks her heart for him to have these things he still can’t speak about. All these centuries later.

     “It’s not. It’s not, but I’ve never had to share it in its entirety. Rhys and Cassian already know it all, and I assume they’ve told Nesta and Feyre whatever they’re comfortable sharing. Whatever I couldn’t say. Beyond the small team of healers and caretakers and servants for the house, there isn’t anyone else alive who knows what happened to her when…when I was young. What happened to me. Not all of it, anyway.”

     “You don’t have to share it all today,” Lucien adds, tapping lightly against his wing. “We can learn it in pieces or not at all. It’s your choice, Azriel. This gets to be your choice.”

     “I know.” Azriel nods, and Elain feels his chest expand as he takes a deep, centering breath. Then he begins to tell Gwyn a story, one she and Lucien have only heard in pieces. “When I was a boy, before the war camps, before I had Rhys and Cassian, I lived with my father. Perhaps lived is too generous a word, I…they kept me in a cell. In the dark. It’s how I- how I met my shadows. It’s where I was when my brothers-” he spits the word like it’s poison and Gwyn squeezes her hand, “-lit my hands on fire.”

     “Why did they do that?” Gwyn asks, looking up at her mate who cannot, will not, look at her. His eyes are on the tulips, something bright and beautiful. Elain is a warm, grounding weight in his lap. It will all be okay, even if it doesn’t feel like it will be.

     “Because they wanted to. Because they could. No one was there to stop them, and might not have even if they had been. I was a toy to them, much the way my mother was to my father. He was…he was a fairly influential lord, and she was from a poor family he could pay to look the other way. I could only see her for an hour a week, and only if I behaved. When they finally sent me away to train, to get rid of me, it…it took me a very long time to find my mother again. She was working in a kitchen, well, I say working. Existing is a more apt term. I was the High Lord’s shadowsinger then, but I didn’t have much more freedom or influence than I did as a boy or as a soldier. I was always somebody’s pet, caged or prized.

     “I sent her money. I found people to help keep track of her. I never could figure out exactly what they did to her, she couldn’t say. If I pressed too hard, she’d lash out and become violent, then withdraw and lose days of her life. Sometimes a week. Then she began to wander, she couldn’t stay employed because her employers had no idea where she’d be. The last time Cassian and I found her, we brought her to Rhys and, with Madja, he…he did what he could, to piece her mind back together. It wasn’t enough, but it gave her time. This estate was abandoned, so we had it renovated and moved her here the first chance we got.”

     “Oh,” Gwyn says, leaning her head against her mate’s shoulder. Lucien squeezes the back of his neck, and when Elain looks over, understanding is etched into the lines of his face. She hates it for them, this cruelty they experienced at the hands of the people who were supposed to love them. Her mother hadn’t been much better, but she’d been blessed enough to be overlooked in favor of Nesta. Nesta, who shielded her from the worst of her mother and grandmother. And then Feyre, who shielded her from the harsh cruelty of survival when their father did not bother to try. Azriel hadn’t had anyone to shield him. Had Lucien’s brothers even bothered to try?

     Something to ask about later.

     “I don’t take you up to the main house because I want to avoid distressing her if I can. She has these fits, they’re more common now than they were before, and I…I want her to live in peace. For however long she has. Rhys is going to come out again this week and see if there’s anything more he can do, but-” Azriel swallows and Elain watches his jaw work as he tries to collect himself. To avoid the pain he’s spent centuries choking down. She presses her lips to his cheek, to his temple, and he drops his head against her shoulder. Breathes her in.

     Finally, she lifts her arms to hold him. Then Gwyn is there next to her, slipping beneath his arm, and the tightness in Elain’s chest eases a little. Lucien scoots across the bench, closer to them without also attempting to find a way into anyone’s lap. She’ll harvest the lavender in a little while and send Azriel with an arrangement, along with the other things his mother may need.

     “I want you all to meet my mother.” Azriel says finally, lifting his head. His eyes are dry – not that Elain’s ever seen him cry, not really. Gwyn’s hand ghosts over his hair, smoothing back the wild, messy curls he tames for court. “I’ve told her about you. She was thrilled for me then, but I don’t think she remembers. Not anymore. Maybe, when she’s having a good day, we can…we can try. I don’t know how she’ll respond, but…”

     “But we can try,” Lucien says definitively. “And we will. You tell us the day and we’ll all be there; I’ll make sure of it.”

     Elain nods, kissing him once more before she stands. She has things she needs to gather, tea to blend, an oil to make. Rosemary for memory, lemon balm and lavender to soothe. A little honey, to sweeten the tonics the healers brew. He’d mentioned how much she liked the honey at that shop in the village. There should be an extra jar in the pantry. Azriel is cared for with Lucien and Gwyn, and Elain has work to do.

     Rosehall looms over her garden, grey and imposing against the bright blue, cloudless sky. A brown bunny hops out of the tulips, fat and fluffy, green grass sticking out of its mouth. History wars with the peace in their home today, the past too painfully present. A sweet spring breeze rushes in, scattering the sparrows.

[lunaatthezoo]

What None Saw: Chapter 1 (Cashews)

Alright my lovelies. You will soon learn about me that I have absolutely no chill and cannot wait to post when I'm excited. The first chapter of What None Saw is here! Preview below :')

Work Summary: This is an alternating POV (Azriel/Elain) prequel to my finished work "She'll Wait No Longer." Canon-adjacent (almost compliant) missing Elriel scenes from ACOWAR up to Azriel's bonus chapter. In my reimagining, Nesta is not exiled to the House of Wind (but the rest of her story and relationship with Cassian remains the same), and Nyx does not exist (I'm so sorry I just didn't feel like working it in lol, no shade to bb Nyx).

CW: Brief bondage, brief violence/blood, non-explicit alluding to suicidal ideation, heavy angst

Chapter Summary: Azriel visits Elain at the House of Wind (Early summer-ACOWAR)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61087384/chapters/156072646

Azriel didn't know what that word held, but he asked her, “What is your favorite plant?”

Judging by the fine, barely noticeable pale scars on Elain's fingers, he assumed she grew thorned roses quite often, but something told him that they were not her favorite. 

Her gaze grew distant again. 

“Common ivy- hedera helix.” 

Her answer surprised him. “And why is that?”

Elain twisted the ring on her finger.

“Ivy is so common, most don't think twice about it. It chokes out life around it without anyone noticing until it's too late to stop. It is wild, impossible to tame, and greedy for resources from the earth. But everything it touches becomes infinitely more beautiful. A brick cottage covered in ivy, the towers of an estate with crawling vines. Nothing is quite so stunning as that.” 

And Azriel didn't know what the fuck to make of that. He didn't know what to make of her.  

Elain, it seemed, kept much hidden under the surface. Just as he did. 

Azriel finished his scone and brushed crumbs off his hands. 

“I should take my leave,” he said gently, sensing that his visit should come to an end. Nesta might be growing suspicious about how much time had passed.

“But should you ever wish to see the gardens at the Townhouse, I would be happy to accompany you.” 

Elain only nodded at him as he stood and moved his chair back to the desk where he had found it. 

“Azriel?” She asked him, and his heart again squeezed at hearing her speak his name. 

“Yes?”

Elain fidgeted slightly in her seat on the bed. 

“Would you…would you stay just a little bit longer? If you're not too busy?” 

Something about the hesitant way she asked, as if this simple request could be any sort of nuisance or bother, sent a hairline fracture through Azriel’s chest.

And he also felt…relief. He wanted to stay longer, to sit in the company of this puzzling, otherworldly female with such kindness in her heart and loss in her eyes. 

“Of course,” he answered softly, and pulled his chair back in front of her. 

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

PJO crossover ideas??

Austin Hayes

Alix Kestrel

Ashley Wilson

Cori Parks

Crystal Solace

Davina Gerwin 

Elaine & Felicity Castellan

Elara Allegra!!!

Hope Brenton

Jem Skeates

Stella Beauregard

Victoria Blofis

*still unnamed Annabeth twin

(I want to say Cyrus but he is in fact being scrapped sorry Cyrus 🥺)

Cassie Rose

Alix Kestrel

Andromeda Jackson

Ashley Wilson

Cori Parks

Desdemona Gaumond

Esmerelda Wilde

Kamala Talbot

Pandora Jackson 

Chloe Brown

Alisa Bishop

Cressida Brantley

Davina Gerwin

Hope Brenton

Liz Castellan

Summer Sol

Bonus: Mitzy Strand (PJO TV)

Clementine Croft

Ashley Wilson

Atalanta Jackson

Calanthe Hawthorn

Cami Valdez

Carissa Grace

Cassandra Aelius

Clover Gardenia

Crystal Solace

Kamala Talbot

Melody Weiss

Eurydice Truett

Ashley Wilson

Cori Parks

Cressida Brantley

Crystal Solace

Desdemona Gaumond

Helena Jackson

Hope Brenton (listen there is a vision here)

Kamala Talbot

Laurel Bronte

Nina Turner

Pandora Jackson

Penelope Grace

Stella Beauregard

Summer Sol

Victoria Blofis

Viola Di Angelo

Bonus: Ellie & Helena & Pyrrha Jackson, Mitzy Strand (PJO TV)

Gilbert Coolidge

Ashley Wilson

Clover Gardenia

Cori Parks

Crystal Solace

Elaine & Felicity Castellan

Elara Allegra

Hope Brenton

Jem Skeates

Blossom Talbot

Laurel Bronte

Melody Weiss

Nina Turner

Pandora Jackson

Stella Beauregard

Summer Sol

Timsy Lavigne

Victoria Blofis

Viola Di Angelo

Ivy Perkins

Alisa Bishop

Alix Kestrel

Ashley Wilson

Cressida Brantley

Desdemona Gaumond

Esmerelda Wilde

Jem Skeates

Kamala Talbot

Penelope Grace

Stella Beauregard

Timsy Lavigne

Leda Zhou

Alisa Bishop

Ashley Wilson

Crystal Solace

Delia

Desdemona Gaumond

Esmerelda Wilde

Hope Brenton

Laurel Bronte

Lila

Nina Turner

Stella Beauregard

Victoria Blofis

Sienna Rowland

Alisa Bishop

Ashley Wilson

Cassandra Aelius

Cressida Brantley

Crystal Solace

Desdemona Gaumond

Elaine Castellan (& Felicity but mostly Elaine)

Elara Allegra

Hope Brenton

Kamala Talbot

Laurel Bronte

Nina Turner

Penelope Grace

Stella Beauregard

Summer Sol

Sybil

Victoria Blofis

Veronica Wright

Cami Valdez

Carissa Grace

Crystal Solace

Elaine & Felicity Castellan

Elara Allegra

Esmerelda Wilde

Hope Brenton

Jem Skeates

Laurel Bronte

Melody Weiss

Summer Sol & James Coleman

Victoria Blofis

[tasha-writes]

ACOTAR college AU bc I can. I originally wrote this while avoiding a math quiz and I just found it in my drafts.

Riceand

Political Science fashion design double major, you can pry this hc from my cold dead hands.

Comes from a long line of successful politicians, but fashion's the passion. Especially formal wear. Could've gone Ivy league bc of Daddy's money and influence bs, but decided to go to where Cassian and Azriel committed instead

Cassian

Probably Sports Medicine major and plans to become a certified personal trainer after college. He's on the fencing team, and in multiple martial arts clubs.

Somehow he got stuck with Eris as a roommate so he usually crashes in Azriel and Rhysands room.

Azriel

Computer science major with a focus in Cyber Security. He interns with Rhys's dad over the summers. As good as Azriel is at building firewalls, he's better at breaking them down

Feyre

Miss maam doesn't go to college. She had a Fiona Gallagher moment and dropped out of school to support her family. Eventually she starts dating Tamlin, who is like, this successful business owner in some sort of plant/gardening thing. He encourages her to get her GED. At some point she ends up with Rhysand and he encourages her to go to college and she gets a degree in Art and opens a successful gallery with art lessons.

Elaine

This bitch is an Ag major. She wants to open one of those super fancy bouquet shops after graduation. It's giving Lily Bloom

Nesta

Miss maam is a double major in political science and dance. Her mother made her choose poli sci as a major so she would prepared to be a senator's wife.

Once she and Rhys get over their little (huge) pissing contest they bond over their asshole controlling parents

She and Elaine met the bat boys when Feyre invited them over for a Christmas party. She doesn't go to the same school as they do, but an all-girls one about a 30-45 min drive away depending on traffic.

She eventually becomes a personal trainer.

Morrigan

She didn't go to college because her parents suck and tried to marry her off instead. She ends up being a polygraph operator ;)

Amren

She went to college. No body knows where or what her major was.

[potatoplace]

SJM x Reader Week 2025 - Event Masterlist

Eeeee I'm so excited for this event week!! Thank you to the lovely mods at @sjmxreaderweek for putting this on for us!! I'm hoping I'll be able to get everything out in a timely manner, but with a new fur baby of my own, a few might be a lil late 😅

Dividers by the lovely @cafekitsune

fluff 💖 | smut ❤️‍🔥 | angst 💔

Day 1: First Baby

Prompt: Beginnings/Endings

Pairing: Nesta x Reader

Summary: After a year of marriage, you and Nesta decide to take the next step in your relationship. (~1k words) 💖

Day 2: Telling the Parents

Prompt: Friends/Family

Pairing: Azriel x Rhys's-Sister!Reader

Summary: After months of dating, you finally feel ready to tell your parents that you're with Azriel. Even with Azriel's reassurances, you're still nervous for your father's reaction. (~1.3k words) 💖

Day 3: Peter

Prompt: Fate/Choice

Pairing: Azriel x Rhys's-Sister!Reader (unrequited)

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you've had a crush on Azriel. Shortly after he was named Carynthian, the bond snapped for you - but not for Azriel. You pined for centuries, waiting for the male you love to finally see you in the same way, only for him to pine for every female that isn't you. First Morrigan, your darling cousin. And now the lovely Elain Archeron. You don't know how much more of it you can take.

Day 4: Cowboy Like Me

Prompt: Villain/Hero

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You seduce people to learn their secrets. Azriel tortures them. Two methods with the same results. But while the Shadowsinger works for the High Lord, you work for Keir. And he's tasked you with seducing Azriel next, in order to learn the High Lord's plan.

Day 5: But Daddy I Love Them

Prompt: Heirs/Lords and Ladies

Pairing: Feysand x Reader

Summary: 250 years after Feyre and Rhys lost their mate, they feel the bond that once glowed with her life reignite in their chests. You're looking forward to celebrating your 25th birthday, your father, Tamlin, having finally agreed to introduce you to society outside of the Spring Court. (reincarnation sequel to A Match Into Water, can be read standalone)

Day 6: Lover

Prompt: Adventure/Home

Pairing: Elain x Reader

Summary: You and Elain finally found the perfect house, decorating it perfectly to make it your home. And you finish just in time to host a Summer Solstice party for your friends and family.

Day 7: Ivy

Prompt: Free Day

Pairing: Feyre x Reader

Summary: You spent months planning your wedding, your best friend and maid of honor, Feyre, by your side through it all. But all that work, all the hope and love you'd poured into your relationship is gone in an instant when you're left at the altar. Luckily for you, your honeymoon was already paid for, and your bestie is more than willing to join you.

[steveskafte]

LOVED IN HER TIME The old Gehue house almost got saved, but when it came down to it, they couldn't. There are signs of intention, kitchen gutted and floorboards pulled. Despite how strong and square things look from the outside, there are terminal structural issues. The first floor is falling to the basement, tumbling down with all its history stuck inside. Photos, furniture, letters, mementos – a lifetime of memories. The last living resident was Elaine Gehue, a school teacher in Annapolis Royal many decades ago. She seemed well-loved in her time. There are still notes from her students in the attic. When summer comes, these walls are shrouded in a mask of ivy, a lovely tangle totally encapsulating the south face. Hidden in the places where life throws you a daydream. I first came here exactly five years ago, in the early days of a pandemic, and soon after a shooter rampaged through my homeland. It was an escape I craved from current events. This space sweetly forgotten seems so welcome in the downpour. Still keeping out the crashing rain for now, just barely. Take shelter while you can. April 3, 2025 Milford, Nova Scotia Year 18, Day 6353 of my daily journal.

[ivycovehq]

welcome to ivy cove, boo! we can't wait to meet hazel levesque, elain archeron, jaina solo, kamala khan, pike trickfoot and tim drake! please make sure you read through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours!  

( boo, she/they, 27, est ) woah! was that HAZEL LEVESQUE walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from RIORDANVERSE. they’re TWENTY and live in FULTON PARK but watch out because they can be SELF DOUBTING + HOLD A GRUDGE but are actually LOYAL + COURAGEOUS. despite them NOT HAVING memories, you’ll always think of MESSY HAIR DONT CARE, WARM SMILES AND KIND EYES, ORIGINAL HORSE GIRL AESTHETIC when imagining them. / chandler kinney, she/her

( boo ) woah! was that ELAIN ARCHERON walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from ACOTAR. they’re TWENTY-FIVE and live in RADIAN HILLS but watch out because they can be SELF DESTRUCTIVE + SELF ISOLATING but are actually COMPASSIONATE + CARING. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of PASTEL COLOR PALLET, A SOFT VOICE THAT HIDES A COURAGEOUS HEART,  THE SMELL OF SPRING THAT LINGERS AS SHE WALKS BY when imagining them. / violett beane , she/her

( boo ) woah! was that JAINA SOLO walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from STAR WARS. they’re TWENTY-SEVEN and live in SHOREGRAZE RIDGE but watch out because they can be CRASS + UNRELENTING but are actually CONFIDENT + HONEST. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of THE SMELL OF OIL AND GREESE AFTER A LONGS DAY WORK, A SMILE THAT READS OF MISCHIEF AND FUN, EYES THAT SHOW A PAIN THAT NEVER GOES AWAY, CALLOUSED HANDS AND BATTLE SCARS  when imagining them. / alicia vikander, she/her

( boo) woah! was that KAMALA KHAN walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from MARVEL. they’re TWENTY and live in RADIAN HILLS but watch out because they can be OVER TALKER + NERVOUS but are actually FUNNY + GOOD HEARTED. despite them NOT HAVING memories, you’ll always think of BRIGHT COLORS MODELED AFTER THEIR IDOL, THE SPARK OF INFECTIOUS JOY, SUPERHERO TSHIRTS AND COMFY PANTS, when imagining them. / iman vellani , she/her

( boo ) woah! was that PIKE TRICKFOOT walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from CRITICAL ROLE. they’re THIRTY and live in FULTON PARK but watch out because they can be IMPULSIVE + RECKLESS but are actually HOPEFUL + CARING. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of THE SOUND OF METAL CLANKING AGAINST METAL IN THE DISTANCE, PUSHED BACK PONY TAIL THAT REVEALS A NARLY SCAR, THE SMELL OF A BRIGHT SUMMERS DAY THAT LINGERS WHEN SHE WALKS,   when imagining them. / josefine frida pettersen, she/her

( boo ) woah! was that TIM DRAKE walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from DC. they’re TWENTY-FOUR and live in GLEN OAKS HEIGHTS  but watch out because they can be SARCASTIC + KNOW IT ALL but are actually SKILLED + RESOURCEFUL. despite them NOT HAVING memories, you’ll always think of LEATHER JACKETS AND RUNNING SHOES, MUSIC BLARING, SCARRED HANDS AND A SCARRED BODY, A LOOK OF SOMEONE DESPERATE TO PROVE THEMSELVES when imagining them. / sang heon lee, he/him

[witchthewriter]

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🌼 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭🌻   𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞?🎁

𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 (not taking requests)

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 🔮

➥ (requests are open) ➥ smut ✅ (18+ only) ➥ comissions

𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩-𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

                                                 ⸻ ✶✺✮ ⸻

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Game of Thrones / Merlin ⇢🦋Merlin and Pod pining over you would include ⇢🦋Jaskier and Jesper pining over you would include ⇢🦋Ivar with a Targaryen s/o would include

𝐴 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 & 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 🌹

↳ “ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏʏ.”

⭑ Feyre Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and rhysand

⭑ Rhysand ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and feyre ⭑ Cassian ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and nesta ⭑ Azriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Mor ⇢ fancast

⭑ Amren ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her mate would include

⭑ Nesta Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and cassian ⭑ Elain Archeron ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lucien ⇢ fancast

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓🥕

↳ "ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ."

⭑ Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto ⇢ being the new employee at the shop would include

𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 🏴‍☠️

↳ “ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.”

⭑ John Silver ⇢ being a fearsome pirate and married to him would include

𝐵𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟🌷

↳ "ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ‘ɢʀʀ’ ɪɴ ɢɪʀʟ?“

⭑ Buffy Summers ⇢ dating would include  ⭑ Willow Rosenberg ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Angel �� dating would include ⭑ Xander Harris ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Rupert Giles ⇢ being his s/o would include 

⭑ Spike ⇢ with a short s/o would include ⇢ with a british s/o would include ⇢ with a trans ftm s/o would include ⇢ smitten spike (imagine/drabble) ⇢ how he would win your love ⭑ Faith Lehane ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝐶𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎  🍃

↳"ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being a fairy and the pevensie’s s/o, visiting them in the human world would include

⭑ High King Peter the Magnificent  ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Queen Susan the Gentle ⇢ being a fawn & dating her would include

⭑ King Edmund the Just ⇢ being his wife and part narnian would include

⭑ Queen Lucy the Valiant  ⇢ being her best friend would include  ⇢ being Lilliandil’s sister and lucy falling in love with you would include

⭑ Prince Caspian  ⇢ being married to him would include

⭑ Eustace ⇢ visiting narnia with him would include

⭑ Mr Tumnus  ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝐷𝐶 ⚖️

↳"ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?”

⭑ Harley Quinn ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & ivy would include ⭑ Black Canary ⇢ being a vigilante & her s/o would include ⭑ Poison Ivy ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & harley would include ⇢ being a gotham city siren & dating Ivy would include ⭑ Selina Kyle/Catwoman ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Wonder Woman ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Aquaman ⇢ being a gotham city siren as well as his s/o would include

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 & 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ."

⭑ Visenya Targaryen ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a Velaryon and her s/o would include

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aegon Targaryen  ⇢ fancast

𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 ♔

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ.“

⭑ Daenarys Targaryen ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⭑ Sansa Stark ⇢ being her wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and margaery would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and dany would include ⇢ her falling in love with a serving girl would include

⭑ Robb Stark ⇢ being a secret lannister and his wife would include ⭑ Jon Snow ⇢ being his s/o would include ⭑ Sandor Clegane ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet ⭑ Podrick Payne ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Brienne of Tarth ⇢ being her chaotic s/o would include ⭑ Margaery Tyrell ⇢ being a baratheon and her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⇢ being Dany’s sister & in a secret relationship w/ Margaery would include ⇢ how she would comfort her s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Jaime Lannister ⇢ being a Targaryen and his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⚡️

↳"ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.”

🇲​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇺​🇩​🇪​🇷​ 🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

⇢ Smut with them includes ⇢ the marauders as dads would include

🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

⇢ the gryffindors as dads would include

⭑ Harry Potter ⇢ dating would include ⇢ your wedding 

⭑ Hermione Granger ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Ron Weasley ⇢ being his chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Fred Weasley ⇢ being muggle-born and his s/o would include

⭑ Neville Longbottom  ⇢ being married would include

⭑ Luna Lovegood  ⇢ having a transgender s/o would include

⭑ Draco Malfoy

⭑ James Potter ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and remus would include

⭑ Sirius Black ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Remus Lupin ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and james would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡 ※

↳“ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ!”

⭑ Kili ⇢ being a hobbit & his s/o would include

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 🐉

↳"ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴɢꜱ. ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ᴅɪᴅ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ reacting to a bad dream  ⇢ holidays with them would include ⇢ how they show their love

⭑ Rhaenyra Targaryen ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her, daemon & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and alicent would include

⭑ Daemon Targaryen ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being his s/o and bonding with caraxes would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, harwin & rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & aemond would include ⇢ with a chinese dragon seed s/o would include

⭑ Ser Harwin Strong ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him and rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, daemon & rhaenyra would include ⇢ first interaction ⇢ him falling in love with you would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen II ⇢ her falling in love with a younger woman would include

⭑ Alicent Hightower ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and rhaenyra would include

⭑ Aemond Targaryen ⇢ being a stark and married would include ⇢ with a dragon seed s/o who claimed cannibal would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include

⭑ Otto Hightower ⇢ nsfw headcanons ⇢ with an enfp wife would include

⭑ Jacaerys Velaryon ⇢ fancast ⇢ being the firstborn baratheon princess, a witch and his s/o would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠🥂

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅꜱ ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ!"

⭑ Katniss Everdeen ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟: 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 🗡

↳“ᴡʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ?”

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ being betrothed would include (pirate!reader)

𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ֍

↳ “ᴅᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴠᴀʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ.”

⭑ Aragorn  ⇢ with a chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Legolas ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being his pregnant wife would include

⭑ Arwen ⇢ being a witch under gandalf & her s/o would include

⭑ Boromir ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 / 𝑀𝐶𝑈 ☾

↳ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ.“

⭑ Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch ⇢ being Ultron! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being WandaVisions! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & nat would include ⭑ Natasha Romanoff ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & wanda would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & steve would include ⭑ Yelena Belova ⇢ being a witch & yelena’s s/o ⭑ Druig ⇢ being a witch and dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & bucky would include ⭑ Steven Grant / Mr Knight ⇢ steven helps reader while at work on her periods ⇢ how you & steven got together ⇢ dating the avator of Ra would include

⭑ Frank Castle ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Frost Giant Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Thor ⇢ dating endgame thor would include ⭑ Bucky Barnes ⇢ being his plus-sized s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & druig would include ⭑ Steve Rogers ⇢ with a plus-size s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & nat would include

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛  ♚

↳"ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴏᴏɴ?"

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ how the knights show their love ⇢ how they court you ⇢ the knights as fathers ⇢  your first time together

⭑ Merlin ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a s/o who doesn’t have magic would include

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ falling in love with a kindhearted witch would include

⭑ Queen Guinevere ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and morgana would include

⭑ Morgana ⇢ being a princess who falls in love with her would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and gwen would include

⭑ Sir Percival ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

⭑ Sir Lancelot ⇢ being fae and his wife would include

⭑ Sir Gawaine ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being merlin’s best friend and having a crush on gwaine would include

⭑ Sir Leon ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Sir Elyan ⇢  a journey with him would include

𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✧

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʜᴀʟꜰ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.”

⭑ Thomas Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Alfie Solomons ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Arthur Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ John Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Ada Shelby ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝑃𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 ☠

↳"ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ, ᴍᴀᴛᴇ.“

⭑ Captain Jack Sparrow ⇢ him being fond of you would include

⭑ Elizabeth Swann ⇢ being her pirate s/o would include

⭑ Will Turner ⇢ being an immortal pirate & his s/o would include

𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 & 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 ✺

↳ "ꜰɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ.”

⭑ Kaz Brekker ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Inej Ghafa ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Alina Starkov ⇢ being her s/o would include (sfw)

⭑ Nina Zenik ⇢ being an inferni grisha & her best friend would include

⭑ Zoya Nazyalensky ⇢ protective headcanons ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & genya would include ⇢ with an INTP s/o would include

⭑ Matthias Helvar ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Genya Safin ⇢ being her gf would include ⇢ zoya’s younger sister being with genya would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & zoya would include ⭑ Nikolai Lantsov ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a pirate s/o would include

The Darkling ⇢ being a moon summoner and his s/o would include

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠 ⛺

↳ "ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ: ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ."

⭑ James Cook  ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑦 🍀

↳"ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.“

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

・how they act when they have a crush on you

⭑ Jax Teller ⇢ being his old lady would include

⭑ Chibs Telford ⇢ being his old lady would include

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ☢

↳"ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ. ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.”

ᴍɪsᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs:

─ being the resident badass in hawkins ─ being a witch in the hawkins group ─ being the chessmaster with heart in hawkins ─ being the cranky grandparent in the hawkins group ─ being the wine aunt/uncle in the hawkins group ─ movie night with the gang

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being their short s/o would include

⭑ Eddie Munson ⇢ dating would include ⇢ modern dating headcanons ⇢ Vampire! Eddie headcanons  ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ s/o with arthiritist would include ⇢ drabble from his secret admirer ⇢ nsfw alphabet ⇢ having a platonic autistic relationship would include ⇢ with an ENFP s/o

⭑ Steve Harrington ⇢ babysitting w/ steve  ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a relationship like goose & carol ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include ⇢ your cat liking steve includes

⭑ Jim Hopper ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Joyce Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Jonathan Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Argyle ⇢ dating would include ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include

⭑ Nancy Wheeler ⇢ dating would include ⇢ lil date drabble ⭑ Robin Buckley ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Chrissy Cunningham ⇢ going on a date would include

𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♚

↳ “ɴᴏ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ— ɪꜰ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ.”

⭑ Aelin Galathynius ⇢ fancast ⭑ Rowan Whitethorn ⇢ fancast

⭑ Dorian Havilliard ⇢ fancast

⭑ Manon Blackbeak ⇢ fancast ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Yrene Towers ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch and her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Chaol Westfall ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aedion Ashryver ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lysandra ⇢ fancast

⭑ Elide Lochan ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Lorcan Salvaterre  ⇢ fancast

⭑ Fenrys ⇢ fancast

⭑ Gavriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his mate and looking after him would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟🌳

↳“ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ… ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.”

⭑ Thomas ⇢ being with someone who has ADHD would include

⭑ Newt ⇢ jealous of his medjack gf would include

⭑ Minho ⇢ with a plus size s/o 

⭑ Gally ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a short s/o

𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 ✺

↳“ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴏᴡ.”

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ the cullen’s nicknames for you

⭑ Bella Swan ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being her witch s/o would include

⭑ Edward Cullen ⇢ with a witch s/o would include

⭑ Carlisle Cullen ⇢ nsfw headcanons  ⇢ with a shy s/o would include

⭑ Esme Cullen ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rosalie Hale ⇢ being her vampire mate would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Emmett Cullen ⇢ with a witch mate would include

⭑ Alice Cullen ⇢ being a human and dating would include ⇢ having a witch mate would include

⭑ Tanya Denali ⇢ being her vampire soulmate would include

⭑ Paul Lahote ⇢ nsfw headcanons

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝟷𝟶𝟶 ⚘

↳"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪᴛ.“

⭑ Bellamy Blake ⇢ being apart of the 100 and his s/o would include

⭑ Octavia Blake ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Raven Reyes ⇢ ’the raven & the wolf’ (imagine, wife reader)

⭑ Commander Lexa ⇢ being her wife would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑈𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 ⛱

↳ "ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ.”

⭑ Klaus ⇢ with a writer gf would include

𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ⚔️

↳ "ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ.”

⭑ Ragnar ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Bjorn ⇢ being with bjorn would include ⭑ Ivar ⇢ ivar with a chubby s/o

⭑ Ubbe ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑 💀

↳"ʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀ.“

⭑ Daryl Dixon ⇢ dating would include ⇢ proposal imagine ⇢ with a plus size s/o would include

⭑ Rick Grimes ⇢ being coleader of the group and his s/o would include

⭑ Negan ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝐷𝑜 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 🥀

↳“ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴꜱ."

⭑ Nadja ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Guillermo ⇢ being a werewolf and his s/o would include

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟  ✶

↳ "ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ."

⭑ Yennefer of Vengerberg ⇢  nsfw headcanons

⭑ Jaskier ⇢ falling in love with a princess would include ⇢ falling in love with triss merigold’s sister would include

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆

↳ "ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴢᴇꜱ. ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ."

⭑ Rip Wheeler ⇢ being his wife would include

[kopfkino-o]

The Seer’s Stone: An Fanfic Preview

Hi friends! I’ve been working towards writing my own fantasy series for nearly two years now, but have found fanfiction to be such an amazing outlet for growing myself as a writer and am so so excited to share some experts from my upcoming Elriel fanfaction I’ve been working on! It’s very much still in the works but I’m so stoked about it so I wanted to share some of my favorite experts. I hope to have some of the first few chapters out ahead of Elriel week, buuuut I’m a super slow writer so please be patient if you care to follow along!

(PSA: This if my first fic I’m publishing and always want to grow in my work so please feel free to give me any suggestions, editing tips, etc etc. I love constructive criticism)

Thank you for taking the time to read!

Summary: Elain Archeron is tired of being the “lovely, sweet gardener” everyone wants her to be. After losing her beloved, her humanity, her life, she’s ready to claim her own path forward with the help of her friends, Nuala and Cerridwen, as she searches far and wide for the mysterious Seer’s Stone: an ancient artifact of old rumored to once belong to an ancient Seer Queen. But will fate itself step in to stop her? Or will Elain defy the strings of destiny that bind her and forge her own path forward, choosing her own fate, friendships, future, and love, along the way. 

Word Count: 711

Timeline: Post-ACOSF

Pairing: Elain x Azriel (with Lucien x Vassa hints)

I. (From Chapter One)

Elain Archeron slipped down the back alleys and side streets of Velaris on silent feet, the pale sliver of moon the only witness to her midnight movements, the low hum of summer insects her only companions. The scrying stones in her pocket rattled softly with each step and her newly acquired dagger–a gift from the twins–wrapped gently against her hip. 

Nesta would freak out if she ever saw me with these, Elain thought to herself as she followed the flow of the Sidra through the city. Feyre and Rhys too. 

A pang of guilt bloomed in her chest. 

The dagger was one thing, but her being out, alone, at this hour was a whole other. Especially when both her sisters no doubt expected her to be back at the Riverhouse, tucked safely in bed.

She knew it was wrong to keep this new part of her life from them, but something stopped her each time Elain considered telling Nesta or Feyre about her evening. Whether it was her better judgment, or simple commonsense, Elain didn’t know. She knew they would understand, would welcome this new “hobby” of hers even, and yet… she couldn’t bring herself to tell them. 

Not because she didn’t trust Feyre or Nesta, but because they wouldn’t understand. No one understood. 

Elain was breathless by the time she reached the city mance tucked away on a sleepy street only a few blocks off the water. Thick tangles of ivy crept up the sides of dark-stone façade and golden candle light glowed behind the panes of crystal windows. 

She swept up the front steeps graceful as a shadow, dark cloak stirring behind her, and knocked once on the worn rosewood.

A silence, then the lock clicked and the door creaked open. 

Nuala’s beautiful face appeared in the shadowed doorway. The wraith’s full lips pulled up into a pleased smile. “About time.” 

“I couldn’t get away any earlier. It would have been too weird.” 

Her friend pulled her into a tight hug, the wraith’s familiar scent of evening mist and spiced amber wrapping around her. “Well, you’re here now. Everything is ready, Cerridwen and the others are inside.”

“And Desmaya?” 

“She said she would come, didn’t she?” 

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t–” 

Nuala held up a hand. “What did we say about apologizing? No one is mad at you, Lainey.” 

Elain nodded once. Right, no more apologizing unless she absolutely needed to. It was something she was still trying to work, an old habit she was trying to break. She found it easier to do so around her friends, but old habits died hard and life back at the Riverhouse made her feel like she was…regressing. 

She felt a sense of guilt for even daring to think so in the first place. Feyre had done so much, had given so much. Rhys and Cassian and Nesta too. Lying to them felt like a betrayal, an insult to all they had done for her. 

Elain shook her head, exhaling a nervous breath before following the half-wraith into the semi-dark of the entry hall.

II. 

“The shadows tell me when you lie, you know.” Azriel said. 

Elain cocked her head. “Is that all they tell you, Shadowsinger?”

III. 

The dark void of his magic yawned open. He let himself plummet into it. Shadows whispered around him, swelling and ebbing as the familiar cold of the shade between realms rose up to swallow him whole. 

And then—

Silence, darkness. He was nothing here, he was everything here. A hundred pieces of him thrown into the Void, a hundred pieces scattered wide. 

IV

“I don’t know how to be good. I don’t know how to make my pain beautiful, I don’t know how to make my anger kind,” Azriel seethed, “They gave me a knife when all I needed was a friend, they made me into a weapon and told me not to weep. How do you come back from that? How do you find your absolution?” 

Cassian merely put a warm hand on his shoulder, his brother’s eyes filled with an understanding that nearly broke him. 

V

Nesta grabbed her wrist. “Then you will die.” 

Elain pulled herself free, her chin still held high. “I’m getting him back.” 

[prettypenaddict]

My fem baby name list

I’ve been up-keeping this list since I was like 14 even though I honestly don’t even know if I want to grow my own womb gremlins. There are so many, though, so I am just going to bold my favorites rather than list them at the bottom.

Farrah June

Nevaeh Dré

Johanna Winry

Willa Tree

Daisy Dove

Xia Marissa

Bailey Brynn (Bailey is super general nuetral in my opinion but still)

Jennivie Faye

Ivy Quinn

Amber Moon

Rose Ally

Briar Day

Emmera Mia

Freya Delia

Lavinia London

Dakota Isla

Santana Aliyah

Lakota Clarke

Aurora Dwyn

Violet Vianne

Bronwyn Elaine

Gwendolyn Kaye

Avery Aya

Zoey Brooke

Saorise Stasia

Willow Brooke

Ravenna Liv

Alaia Louise

Sage Elyse

Savana Fallon

Fallon Adlie

Sawyer Beau

Marlowe Mahoney

Areti Faye

Marin Etta

Zara Belle

Mircella Adya

Arya Amora

Yveta Bryn

Amaia Ryn

Amelia Elliotte

Andreia Livia

Maialen Madeaux

Lleu Luna

Tallulah Rue

Scarlett Star

September Elise

Poppy Addison

Jamie Jane

Navarra Elivia

Belladonna Bowie

Tully Thalia

Elisifetta Ever

Massey Maddox

Jamison Maccoy

Amorette Aliyah

Holly Adya

Odylyne Rune

Florence ZIna

Ariadne Naomi

Carys Camilla

Ashlynx Lexanne

Karlyn Antoinette

Laverne Rianne

Adlie Eden

Aspen Esme

Shae Haven

Liza Vanna

Miranda McKenna

Nymeria Ayda

Andromeda Amora

Artemis Antoinette

Calliope Clara

Calypso Kylie

Cassiopea Moira

Danae Juliette

Daphne Yvaine

Koré Hadley

Merle Yvaine

Delphine Phillipa

Minerva Marrie

Matilda McKenna

Meridan Moira

Ingrid Willow

Elaine Ari or Elayne Ari

Anneliese Carolanne

Jericho Joanne

Eilonwy Marri

Amity Emlyn

Blythe Bailey

Sheridan Joanne

Evelaine Eden

Darcy Dell

Lacey Lou

Airrion Elaine

Paislie Anna

Maeve Hiraeth

Hiraeth Elli

Emberlyn Lorena

Adria Lauren

Lovelyn Eden

Marnie Marrin

Mavis Arlene

Eloise Danae

Elodie Evelaine

Hayden Eden

Arianna Fallon

Ariane Deidre

Winona Lori

Eleven Jane

Huntress Adra

Elowen Aurora

Collins Elaine

Elizabella Emalyn

Reverie Lark

Seraphina Sage

Evangeline Yvaine

Farlee Layne

Kollyn Claye

Nellie Blake

Sadie Jane

Yvaine Carys

Marceline Moxie

Loveli Elise

Honey Layne

Aundria Quinn

Whitney Dwyn

Trillian Adya

Jovie Layne

Summer Beau

So many names . . .

[mardereads19]

Elriel Masterlist 🌸🦇

Discussions:

Elriel Stakes

A Comparison Between Az’s Chapter and Cassian’s Chapters in Acofas

Elriel Propaganda (Counter Argumenting Gwynriel propaganda from the comments of one of posts.)

Elain Did not “Ditch” Nesta

Why Elriel for Me + Mate Parallels

Elain, Az, Gwyn, and the Necklace

Elain Choosing to Live With Feyre (collab with @lily-mj-fae 🌹)

Elain Has Always Been Capable

Why the Mentality of “Elain is Lucien’s Mate So She Should at Least Give Him A Chance” Is So Wrong

If You Are Still Doubting (Elain’s Book)

The image of truth between elriel

Theories:

Elain Will Fight the Blood Duel Herself

Elucien’s Mating Bond (Spell?)

SJM’s multiverse will come together

Truth-Teller as the Fourth Object of the Dread Trove

More Dusk Court/Fourth Dread Trove Forshadowing

Rosehall (I’ve changed my mind about a lot of things since I first wrote this, but I would still like to have it here)

Elriel Months (oneshots in chronological order):

Just Breathe (day 13)

Forbidden (day 4)

The Distance Between Us (day 10)

Your Sacrifice (day 20)

Adoption (day 9)

Rosehall (day 1)

Field of Flowers (day 6)

Your Ivy Grows (day 22)

Teach Me How to Fly (day 18)

Meet Me in the Silence (day 5)

Depth of Your Eyes (day 23)

Against Your Morning Skin (day 28)

I Will Take Your Pain (day 16)

Playing with Shadows (day 24)

Romeo and Juliet (day 17)

Hold Your Hand While Dancing (day 29)

Your Lips on My Scars (day 2)

Baby, Kiss It Better (day 26)

Explosion of Power (day 15)

Spies at Work (day 3)

Drunk and in Love (day 11)

Invisible String (day 8)

“Azriel” (day 25)

Kingslayer (day 31)

The Stars As Witnesses (day 5)

Discovery of the Bond (day 30)

Pink: My Favorites

Elriel Playlist:

Rewrite the Stars ✨

A Whole New World 🌌

Ivy 🌿

Out of the Woods 🌲

If I Never Knew You 🌸🍃

Cruel Summer ☀️🌹

Minefields 💥

Beautiful ♥️

Dancing with Our Hands Tied 🌙

West Side ☀️

Secret Love Song, Pt. II 💔

Ours 💙

Uncover 🌹

Army ⚔️

Sinners 💕

So It Goes… 🔮

Stand By You 🦋

Willow 🌳

Roses 🥀

Lay All Your Love on Me 💞

Coffee ☕️

La Vie En Rose 💖

Goosebumps 💗

Lightning ⚡️

I Almost Do (TV) 💔

Love Will Find A Way 💘

Illicit Affairs 💔

For Laughs:

SJM at the end of Acosf

Who the next book is really about

Kiss the Girl

[separatist-apologist]

So this is about to go all over the place but I wanted to put it out into the world. I know you have a practical magic au, and practical magic is my favorite movie, so I was trying to think of other things that I love that could be merged with acotar. Which brought me to mamma mia. Imagine this:

Elain having her hot girl summer, hooking up with greysen, Azriel, and then lastly Lucien. She loves Lucien the most but he has to leave cause he’s engaged to jesminda. And vassa and arina could be the friends/aunts! Obviously the baby looks like a little Lucien, so kinda ruins that mystery, but still could be interesting! Maybe elain knows but doesn’t tell her and then she invites all the possible dads to the wedding, but unlike in the movie, she actually does know immediately which one her dad is. And then obviously elain and Lucien get married.

I won’t be writing this both because I just realized arina and ivy are your characters and aren’t actually canon.. but also because I’m not good at writing and don’t enjoy it lol. Also I’m not asking you to write this (you’re already doing so much) I just wanted to tell someone about it and this seemed like a safe space. Don’t even know if you like mamma mia, but there’s my little idea of the day. Xoxo

okay first of all, mama Mia is one of my top 3 favorite movie/musicals of ever, I have seen it live- I went to greece with dancing queen dreams in my heart.

I love this premise. I'll sit on it