#Nesta x Fenrys

[sapphos-maiden]

You know what Nesta Archeron or as I like to put it- The Queen of Queens deserves?

The position of the High Lady of the Dusk Court.

The entire Valkyrie army under her (filled with the priestesses from the library because they need to break away from trauma and not live down there forever)

All the Illyrian women forming another legion under Valkyries because that would kick ass-

The dead trove and all the made weapons (Gwydion, Ataraxia, etc... etc.)

Better friends than the Inner Circle who only like to drink and go lingerie shopping but I'd say she has already found them- #WeLoveGwyn #WeLoveEmerie

A badass High Lady beast form like a Dragon or something.

Fenrys Moonbeam

Eris Vanserra

In short, a better husband because my girl deserves a prince 😭 not a sex hungry brute. (Sorry, not sorry)

Basically...

EVERYTHING

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Art by: airiruriru

[ennawrite]

a crossover fic where Nesta plucks a string on her harp and Fenrys shows up at her front door because he was practicing his winnowing at the same time

[queenofqueensarcheron]

The actual next plot for the next book. When Nesta decides to world walk and find her new real husband.

In this essay I will,

[ataraxiaaaaaaa]

ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHATTT?? FUCK DUSK COURT AND JUST MAKE HER A TOG CHARACTER

👀 👀

[polysjmweek]

Day 3 Masterlist: Will there be enough room?

Fanfic

"Tea for Early Birds" by @whisperingmidnights (ElainX Lucien X Gwyn X Azriel)

"What The Heart Can Hold" by @sonics-atelier (Nuan X Cressida X Emerie)

"Vanserra Valley, Vol III: In the Presence of My Enemies, Chapter 1" by @brunetterebel010 (OC [Tyson Vanserra] X Jurian X Vassa)

"Not Going Anywhere: Spring Time Affairs" by @nocasdatsgay (OC [Flora] X Tamlin X Elain X Lucien)

"Don't Be Mad Sweetheart" by @manicmanuscription (Reader X Azriel X Eris X Fenrys)

"One Hotel Room... Really?" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Hunt X Baxian)

"Heaven" by @potatoplace (Reader X Morigan X Nesta)

"Size Matters" by @slytherin-pen (Reader X Ruhn X Flynn X Ithan)

"Heartbeat" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Rhysand X Azriel X Cassian)

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

[thevalkyriesshadow]

Anyone else read Her Knotty List by Ari Wright?!

I'm OBSESSED.

And it's giving me an idea for a why choose crossover fic....

-> AcotarxCCxToG

-> Gwyn + Azriel + Balthazar + Ithan + Fenrys?!

Gwyn just gets everyone. The lucky girl.

Might even include Nesta, because Gwyn + Nesta = 🥵❤️‍🔥🫠

[shadowqueenjude]

This fic is for @hrizantemy , who loves this pairing! Happy New Year fellow Nesta stan ❤️

Part 1 of A Court of Wolves; read here or on Ao3

She sat by the banks of the river Sidra, drawing in the dirt with a stick. She criss-crossed the lines, forming a braid. Then, she gave the little figure a dress and shoes. She drew the hands, one of which was reaching out to somebody else. But who?

She looked across the river, and on the other side, a figure appeared.

Golden was really the only way to describe him. Rich golden-brown skin, long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and brown-black eyes. He was clad in metallic gold and silver armor with a sword hanging at his hip. His lips were parted slightly as he stared blankly off into space, as though he were waiting for something.

She doesn’t know what possessed her to do it, but she called across the river.

“Hello! Can you hear me?”

The figure jumped in surprise before his eyes fell upon her and his shoulders slumped in relief. Then they widened again as they looked her up and down, taking her in.

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous,” he said. She looked down at herself. She was in a pale blue nightgown with billowy sleeves that fluttered in the breeze. Her clothes were too thin; it made her ample curves show through the fabric. Feeling exposed, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

“Who are you?” he challenged. She scowled. “Haven’t you heard? The phrase goes ladies first.”

The golden man laughed. “How do you know I am not a lady?”

She stared at him, unimpressed. “Had your looks not given it away, no woman would speak so nonsensically as you.”

The male put a mock hand over his heart. “You wound me, lady.”

She rolled her eyes, then put down her stick. She placed her hands on the ground and pushed herself to a standing position. “You’re already wounded? Pathetic. I haven’t even started yet.”

The man stared at her for several seconds before he burst out laughing, doubling over and slapping his knee. She raised a brow. What the fuck was so funny?

“Oh, my queen would love you,” he said.

She tilted her head. “Your queen?”

He nodded, smiling slightly. And in spite of herself, she found herself smiling back.

Then the river strayed off course and the water rose into the air, headed straight for her.

At that moment in the House of Wind, a lady named Nesta Archeron awoke with a start.

That was a strange dream, she thought. It had felt so real. And she remembered every bit of it.

She tried to forget about it; it was only a dream, after all. But it just seemed so important for some reason.

It was still early in the morning, so Nesta lit a candle and went into the kitchen. She felt hungry, so she poured some oats in a bowl, added some milk, then began to chop some bananas and walnuts. Then, Nesta eyed the chocolate chips in the cupboard above the fridge. It was high enough that even Nesta being a tall woman could not reach it. At least not without some finesse.

She stretched her hands out towards the top of the fridge, her thumbs gripping the side while her other eight fingers dug into the top. With great effort, Nesta pulled herself to the top of the fridge. Lying on her belly, she lifted her neck, opened the cupboard, and grabbed the chips before wiggling to the edge and gracefully descending, bending her knees upon landing.

While the oatmeal heated on the stove, Nesta poured chocolate chips into it and watched in delight as it melted. Finally: her bland ass breakfast smelled good!

When it was finished, she delightfully poured it into a bowl, set it on the table beside the couch, then grabbed a book so that she could read and eat by candlelight.

The book was called The Wallflower Wager, and it had Nesta giggling and kicking her feet. Nesta wasn’t quite so sweet as Penelope, but she wouldn’t mind a house full of animals. And the Duke of Ruin reminded her of Cassian- if Cassian was part of the nobility and was more devoted to her…

Nesta sighed in longing. Cassian was just not what she had dreamed he would be. In that moment when she’d covered his body with her own before the King of Hybern, she had thought he was someone he could spend the rest of her life with. She had wanted it, someone to love her unconditionally. So bad.

They were mates, but Nesta wondered if she was just trying to force it too much.

But she shut down those feelings and tried to focus on her food and the book.

She quickly finished the food, not realizing how hungry she was. There was nothing tasty to eat in the house, so Nesta decided to go out to see if there was anything open yet.

Nesta had always found Velaris a dreadfully boring city, but at this time, it was almost peaceful. The only sound was the soft crunch of snow as Nesta walked over it. Most shops seemed closed, but there was one whose sign had been marked OPEN.

She grinned. It was Emerie’s store. She burst into a little jog, knocking on the door before walking inside.

“Hi, Em,” Nesta said. Emerie perked up upon seeing her, walking out from behind the counter to give her friend a hug. “Hey, Nes! What brings you in this early?”

Nesta shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. She wasn’t used to having it down. “I was hungry, and there’s no food at home.”

Emerie raised a brow. “Normally, I’d say don’t eat anything spicy in the morning, but you eat too healthy as it is,” Emerie said. She gestured for Nesta to follow her to the back. As they got closer to the backroom, the smells of spices and oils got stronger. Nesta closed her eyes, taking in a deep scent. Green chilis and onions and olives and freshly baked bread…

Nesta found herself drooling. Emerie chuckled at her reaction.

“Care for some khara buns?” she asked.

Nesta had never said yes faster in her life. Smirking, Emerie cut from a giant loaf of bread three slices and wrapped them in thin paper. Then, she bent over to open her icebox. She pulled out a small brown cake and handed it to Nesta.

“I made chocolate cheesecake for you,” she said. Nesta felt oddly emotional. Her eyes rapidly began to water, and she sniffled. Emerie’s eyes widened upon seeing this.

“Thank you,” Nesta choked out. Emerie scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, but pulled Nesta into a hug. “You’re welcome.”

After hanging out with Emerie for some time and buying some new clothes, Nesta began to walk home, happily munching her snacks. By now, the sun had come out and people had begun to roam the streets. Valkyrie practice would be starting soon, but Nesta really didn’t want to go. Couldn’t she just skip a day? It would be fine, anyway.

She snuck back into bed with her goodies and wrapped her blanket tightly around herself. She had just flipped the page when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She rapidly shut her book and pulled herself under the covers, pretending to be asleep. She sensed Cassian’s enormous presence as he walked towards her side of the bed. She gripped her blanket tightly, almost protectively. Cassian had ripped the blanket off of her before.

Indeed, the male tugged on her blanket. No matter how much training she had, Cassian was physically stronger, and he used that to his advantage. He ripped the blanket from her hands, causing her to fly halfway up in bed.

“Nesta,” he growled.

“What the fuck, Cas!” Nesta shouted back. Cassian’s hazel eyes were menacing, like they were prepared to go to battle. Suddenly, Nesta was gripped with fear. Her heart began to race. She lifted her hands in what she hoped was a placating gesture.

“I’ll be ready to go soon, just give me a minute,” she said. No response.

Instead, Cassian grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to drag her out of the bed. Nesta shrieked as she felt his tugging at her roots.

“LET ME GO!” she cried. She jabbed the heel of her foot into his privates. When he doubled over, she twisted around and punched him square in the nose.

“NESTA!” he roared. Nesta crossed her arms over her chest. “You know what? I’m not going to practice; I don’t want to.”

“Mor was right,” Cassian hissed, pushing himself off of the ground where he fell. “We should’ve just left you at the human lands’ doorstep.”

Their relationship was so fucking tumultuous. At least with Elain and Feyre, Nesta knew they cared for her, though they had their disagreements. But it seemed that everybody took priority for Cassian over Nesta.

They had arguments all of the time- over Rhysand, over Mor, even over fucking Feyre- and they always made up for it with fervent rutting. But that was just lust; not love. Her relationship with him hadn’t been anything like what she imagined the mating bond would be like. She had heard that in a mating bond, the mates chose each other over everything. It may have been somewhat true for Nesta, but it had never been true for Cassian.

Aside from that one moment where Briallyn told him to kill and he turned the blade on himself. The problem was, Nesta felt that Cassian would’ve done that for Feyre, Rhysand, Mor, and Azriel. So, Nesta wasn’t special in any way.

Nesta was tired. From the moment she had walked into Prythian, she had felt like she was fighting a battle. She thought it would stop when she and Cassian wound up together, but it somehow only became worse. Nesta squeezed her eyes shut as tears escaped them.

“We’re done,” Nesta said quietly.

Cassian stilled. The silence in the room was fraught with tension as they stared at each other, silver to hazel eyes.

“What did you say?” Cassian growled. Nesta steeled her spine and glared up at him. “We. Are. Done.”

“You’re just going to throw it all away?” Cassian demanded. Nesta didn’t want to listen to this. She picked up her skirts and swept out of the room. “Nesta,

you listen to me!”

“I’m done listening,” Nesta answered. She shoved the remaining snacks into the bag with her new clothes and swept out of the house. Cassian chased after her.

“You’re just going to throw our mating bond away like it’s trash?” he snarled.

Nesta debated whether or not to continue to reply. In the end, she opted to leave him in no doubt.

“No bond is worth sacrificing my peace or self-respect,” she said.

Nesta was just able to detect an object sailing through the air by the whistle of the wind and dodge it before it smashed the back of her head. It landed in the snow instead, shards of glass flying onto her, digging into her skin. She felt the sting of cuts all over her body. As she bent over the object and picked up a piece, her heart went cold.

It was her Symphonia. The most thoughtful gift Cassian had ever given her: the gift of music. The day they had consolidated their mating bond. It had been the most perfect day of their relationship, when Nesta had been deeply in love.

Though she knew it would dig into her breasts, she shoved the glass under her bra before speed-walking away from her mate, her tears flying in the wind. She felt so betrayed, like her world was collapsing beneath her feet. She wanted to run away, run and never come back.

She didn’t know if Cassian was still chasing her and she didn’t care; all she knew was the utter conviction that she was not going back to him. Never.

She reached the river Sidra, where her dream had been this morning. She paused there for a moment, putting her hands on her knees to breathe. The day that had started out so well had quickly gone sour. She heard crunching behind her and realized Cassian was still chasing her. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone?

Nesta stared across the water and stilled. In the exact spot that the golden man had stood, an enormous white wolf prowled. As she watched, the wolf ran and leapt over the width of the river, landing on her side without so much as a thump.

Nesta leaned forward, stroking the wolf’s head with her hand. Nesta smiled as she saw the wolf’s tail wag in response.

By now, Cassian had reached her. He tugged her arm, his fingers digging into her skin.

“Nesta,” he hissed. “Come home.”

Nesta felt a tug in her gut as her power rose to the surface. “Let go of me,” she said coldly. She let the fire in her eyes show. She smelled the fear in Cassian’s body as he backed away from her. She turned back towards the wolf. His side now faced her, head bent, as though offering her a ride.

Nesta clambered onto the wolf, twisting his fur into knots to keep a tight hold on him. Once the wolf ensured she was safely on, he leapt into the air.

Nesta only had a glimpse of a golden circle in the air that offered a view to another place before the two of them vanished.

[queenofqueensarcheron]

I’m going to say it. One of the only SJM men able to follow Nesta Archeron is the one and only ✨Fenrys Moonbeam ✨

you know what Nesta Archeron deserved? A Chandler Bing

"So they can say that you're high maintenance, but it's okay, because I like. . . maintaining you."

Cassian could n e v e r

[decomposing-writer]

General Information

Hi, I'm Lady-of-Realms! I love reading, and especially the Massverse. I want to use this blog to improve my writing. So, all (polite) criticism is acceptable. Otherwise, feel free to look around this post, which should be updated regularly.

Fandom(s) -> MaasVerse

Links -> I. Masterlist(s)

RULES ->

Requests are Open

MDNI ( I do place warnings but otherwise I refuse to be held responsible for your media consumption)

Smut will be accepted at my discretion

Criticism is acceptable, but keep it classy!

Debated topics are acceptable, but please be cordial with one another

No racism, bullying, homophobia, transphobia, fat-phobia, or generally hateful behavior. IT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!

[annawoodhull]

If We Met At Midnight Fic Update

Chapter 14 has been posted! You can read the entire fic here

TW: This is not a Nesta Archeron friendly fic. This chapter doesn't portray her in a good light (which is realistic)

[starryhiraeth]



Masterlist of Masterlists

Debut

“As far as I’m concerned, your just another picture to burn”

Fearless (Tv)

“In a storm in my best dress, fearless”

Speak now (Tv)

“Don’t wait, or say a single vow, your time is running out and they said, “speak now”



Red (Tv)

“Cause loving him was Red”

1989(TV)

“Boys only want love if it’s torture, don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warm ya”

Reputation 

“My reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me”

Lover

“I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover”

Folklore

“You drew stars around my scars but now I’m bleedin”

Evermore

“And my waves meet your shore, ever and evermore”

Midnights

“Meet me at midnight”

TTPD

“Straight from the tortured poets department”

(I am accepting request also ❤️)

[ennawrite]

Imagine this:

Fenrys practicing his teleporting powers when suddenly, a ripple in time (Nesta using the harp, mayhaps😏) sucks him into Prythian.

Maybe he lands at the BoE manor (just because I think him, Lucien & Jurian would hit it off well) OR he could literally land in Nesta’s lap, since it was her who brought him over, afterall.

Anyways, Nesta gets stuck with this rando from a different world again and girly is just like “why the FUCK does this keep happening to me 😑”. But of course, Nesta feels a sense of responsibility since she did technically suck him (🤭) into her world.

So, they go on this long journey of trying to get him back to his world, but maybe they start to feel a bit of comfort in the other. Maybe Nesta doesn’t mind the wolf she sees, since she knows the same one lives in her. Maybe him showing up wasn’t THAT random, actually. Maybe there’s always been this golden thread tying them together, and all it took was a pluck from a sacred harp to get things moving along.

(And maybeee I’ll write an actual fic about this when I don’t wanna bash my head in because of work 😏)

[thefatesofspring]

Is there anyone who has wrote a crossover fic between TOG & ACOTAR & SPECIFICALLY has the ship of Nesta & Fenrys?!!!!!👀👀😩😩

I fear I need this in my life as urgently as I need oxygen

NO!! Nesta deserves someone like Fenrys

She deserves someone who would worship her.

She deserves someone who would prioritize her.

She deserves to be romanced. ESPECIALLY as a romance reader.

She deserves to be told and showed that she is loved.

She deserves to be held and hugged. Without any suggestions of sex.

She deserves to be her husband PRIORITY

She deserves someone BY HER SIDE. Not behind, not in front. BY HER FUCKING SIDE.

She deserves to be yearned.

She deserves someone who would accept her for who she is. And not someone who has to fit some kind of mold in order to fit in HIS family.

SHE FUCKING DESERVES BETTER

[danikamariewrites]

Soooo, I hope that this is alright to request. I can't really pick between a ship for this b/c I love them and how you write them so much. So, if you don't mind, could you write about the reactions of Feysand, Rowaelin, and Nessian + Azriel (...Nesriel?? IDK) to reader getting poisoned by an enemy (reader lives, but is left feeling very, very weak and ill)?? If you just want to do one or two that's fine... I was just curious to see how some of them might react :).

Cured By You headcanons

Feysand x reader, Rowaelin x reader, & Nezriel x reader

A/n: I would not be able to pick between them in general and I love these ships and so happy you do too anon

Warnings: poison, over bearing mates

Feysand

It happened while visiting the court of nightmares

You felt like an idiot, you always check your drinks or have Azriel’s shadows check

When you wake up 2 days later you were more embarrassed than anything. Especially passing out in the middle of the Court of Nightmares, like what a rookie move

Cassian and Azriel jump into action as Rhys scoops you to his chest. Feyre unleashes her claws, practically growling in Kier's direction. Rhys grabs her and winnows the three of you home to an awaiting Madja

thankfully you healed quickly. whoever poisned you clearly didn't get their dosage right

you still feel weak and get tired easily during the day for a few weeks

the first thing you see is Rhys and Feyre casually chatting. you watch them for a bit before reaching for Feyre's hand that's casually draped on the bed

they jump at your movement and are overjoyed that you're finally awake

if you thought they were doting and overly fussy about you when you have the sniffles, think again. these two are unbearable!

Rhys carries you everywhere. it was a struggle to convince them to let you out of bed so this was the compromise

the poison had weakend you to the point where lifting your arms was a chore. Feyre had decided to feed you even though most of the time you gave her an I'm-going-to-kill-you look

you considered yourself lucky though. to have mates that take care of you is a blessing

Rowaelin

Furious doesn’t even begin to describe how Rowan and Aelin felt

everything was fine, dinner was going great. this new alliance with a kingdom bordering Wendlyn seemed promising

until you polished off your wine. you turned pale and Rowan immediately scented that something was wrong with you

you passed out, collapsing from your chair. the dining room fell into chaos as soon as Fenrys sniffed your glass and announced you'd been poisoned

the guests were ushered out and taken to another room to be interrogated while Rowan rushes you to your shared bedroom, Yrene following and ready to draw the poison from your system

you woke up two days later with Fleetfoot watching over you, her golden head laying on your stomach. her big brown eyes staring at you. petting Fleetfoot behind the ears she shakes your hand off after having her fill. leaping off the bed the large golden beast sits by the door and begins to howl as loud as she possibly can

the queen and king coming running, almsot breaking down the door

Fleetfoot wags her tail at the sight of Aelin, running back over to sit next to the bed as your mates approach

the pair throw themselves down next to you, squishing you between them carefully. "We were so worried, oh gods." Aelin breathes out as Rowan repeatedly kisses your face

(like Feysand) the two of them don't let you lift a finger. Rowan never gets to do this for Aelin so he babies you to the max

from helping you walk and work out the muscels in your body to feeding and bathing you he does everything for you

Aelin spoild you with attention and treats. you two spend all her free time snuggled up in bed eating junk food

Nesriel

they each have a very different (yet extreme and justified) reaction

Azriel starts threatening people with Nesta, who lets her power rumble through the room, flames cupped in her hands

Cassian is getting you the hell out of there and to Madja

Cass doesn't let go of you for a single second while the healers pulls the poison from your body. he presses kisses to your temple and whispers sweet nothings as you writhe in pain from the poison being extracted

while you sleep for a week they hover over you, watching over you like hawkes

Azriel sleeps sitting up in a chair next to the bed while Nesta sleeps next to you, playing with your hair so you feel soothed in your unconcious state

when you wake up you're startled to find Cassian curled up at the end of the bed like a dog, Azriel in a chair, and Nesta next to you

Az's shadows go haywire next to his ears, alerting him to your conciousness. the shadows rush to alert Cass and Nes who perk up immediately

Nesta sits up, holding your face in her hands, "oh thank gods, you're ok." she coos on the verge of tears

even though you're weak you force your arm to move so you can hold her wrist. "I'm ok," you whisper

you all thought Cassian would be the more doting/crazy one but it turns out to be Nesta

she freaks out every time Az or Cass move you, worried about your comfort levels or if you're in pain. she yells at them if you even wince, "Careful! you're hurting her!" they always give her the same exasperated look as you giggle

when they find out who poisoned you Cassian tells you and stays with you. meanwhile Az lets Nesta tag along to the interrogation

he even let Nesta participate and she did not hold back. making this guy feel the worst pain he has ever endured

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Can you please do an azriel or fenrys x reader of him taking care of her after a drunkenness?

Silly

Azriel didn’t enjoy alcohol. He never understood the appeal and quite frankly the smell alone for years hunted him. Reminding him of his drunken father. The pain. The torture. The male he never wanted to turn to. So he kept himself away from it. Not that he was afraid of getting addicted more from the pain it inflicted. Scarcely enjoying a glass of bourbon with his brothers. Or downing a shot or two when drunken Mor stumbled to him at Rita’s.

“I wonder when we should intervene”, Rhys chuckled eyes fixed on his mate practically crawling towards the stage at Rita’s. “I tried, look where it got me”, Cass grunted, lifting his iced glass away from his cracked eyebrow. He had been pinning after Nesta for so long. It was painful to watch if Azriel was honest. But his brother was determined. “They haven’t let loose in a while. Let them be”, the spymaster muttered, his shadows swirling at your feet as you tried to climb the steps.

You two weren’t exactly together yet Azriel couldn’t help the feeling that ran through him when his mind drifted to you. The thought made him frown slightly. Maybe he was a hypocrite for judging Cassian’s situation when his wasn’t that much different. It was worse. Both Cassian and Rhys saw you as their sister. The same feeling Azriel should have shared but it had always been different. There was always more.

“Show me your ass, witch”, Cassian shouted, making Nesta glare, before she reached for her shoe. Flinging it across the room screaming, “Eat shit!”. All the girls giggled around her and even Cassian laughed. “That’s my wife’s move”, Rhys grunted, “Need to be more inventive”. But his voice didn’t reach her as Feyre ushered the musician off the stage, before motioning for Mor to play something. The drunken voices that joined suit made all three of the males laugh but Cassian was the only one who joined in.

All Azriel could focus on, however, was your flushed cheeks as you giggled bracing yourself onto the piano. Your hair was messy, braids half loose but that’s what you got from dancing with Cassian. A pang shot through Azriel, it should have been him. He should have been the one spinning you around. So lost in his thoughts he didn’t feel the tug of his shadows until he heard a thud and gasps. Slipped his shadows clawed at his legs as Azriel pushed up from the booth. Ready to assess the damage.

“Move aside”, he ushered the drunken girls, ready to see anyone but you there. His heart leaped as he knelt. “Yn”, he called gently. You sat so still with your hair over your face that he couldn’t understand the damage. Until a laugh bubbled through your lips as you threw your head back. His palm rested on your back as you tilted backward, nearly sending yourself toppling over.

“Okay”, Azriel sighed, “Come on, before you reck this place”, “Did you see?”, you wheezed, clasping your hand over his, “My heel…”, your voice died down as another wave of laughter erupted from your mouth. Azriel just shook his head, “You could have cracked your skull, silly”, steadying you onto your feet, even if he doubted that you could even stand, he turned towards his brother. A look was enough to let them know that he was leaving and taking you with him.

“You’re blowing it”, you muttered. Air caught in Azriel’s chest, “Sorry, what?”, surely this was not the time for him to start thinking of things that you probably didn’t even mean. “Blowing the fun”, you blinked at him. “I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, love”, he mused, wrapping an arm around your middle as he walked you out of the Rita’s.

“Azriel”, you whined, stopping in your tracks. He simply hummed. “My feet”, you pointed to your heels. “Did you hurt your ankle?”, a panic washed over him as he knelt once more, making you giggle as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “Dang did you go down fast, it was a blur”, you laughed. “Pull yourself together, woman, did you hurt yourself?”, he demanded, running his fingers over your ankles looking for visible bruises.

“Nope”, you popped the p, “Killer heels give you killer foot pain”, you shrugged, watching his shoulders sag before he stood back up. “Carry me back home?”, you asked him trying to appear innocent. “You will be the death of me”, he grunted but wrapped his arks around you anyway. “No”, you shook your head, “But Nesta might be”. Azriel chuckled, “I think Cassian is in more danger in that department”. You hummed, cuddling deeper into him when the night air brushed against your skin. “Can I ask you something?”, you muttered, looking up at him from his shoulder. “Sure”, Azriel mused, stepping through the narrow streets. “If I wasn’t drunk would you kiss me?”, your words made Azriel nearly lose his footing. “Where is this coming from?”, he looked down at you, eyelids drooping slowly. “Cause, I wanted to kiss you all night long”, you muttered against him making Azriel’s heart flutter. “Can you ask me that tomorrow?”, he muttered, feeling you nod against his shoulder. “But can you remind me of it?”, you added quickly. “How would I do that?”, Azriel slowly ran his hand down your back. “By kissing me yourself, silly”, you giggled, “I give you permission to do that”.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

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His To Play With by @promiscuousbarnes 🔥

Love and Flowers by @jobean12-blog

Malyshka Crying by @angrythingstarlight

Tattoo by @buckys-wintersoldier 🔥

When You're Ready Come and Get It @buckysburdens

Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton

Being Good by @greenwichmeanlime 🔥

Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff

Wake Up by BirdyLou on AO3

Cassian

Chubby Reader Ask by @redbleedingrose

Curtis Everett

A Steamy Springtime Morning by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

Feysand

Take A Hit by @tadpolesonalgae 🔥

Too Sweet - AO3 🔥

Unholy - AO3 🔥

Jake Jensen

Kissing by @ronearoundblindly

Loki

Contentment by @late-to-the-party-81 🔥

Heresy by @sassypossumm

Lace and Beads by @sarahscribbles 🔥

No Mercy by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

The Riding Crop by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Lorcan Salvaterre

Little Bird by @azsazz 🔥

So Lorcan Did by @shadowdaddies 🔥

Multiple

Be Good by @nocasdatsgay 🔥(Azriel x Eris x Reader) part 2: Now Behave 🔥

Cadre by @danikamariewrites 🔥(Rowan x Lorcan x Fenrys x Gavriel)

Mirthroot Mini-series by @illyrianbitch

New Memories by @shadowdaddies 🔥(Azriel x Cassian x Reader)

The Happiest Day by @danikamariewrites (Azriel x Cassian x Rhys x Reader)

The Siren's Song by @nocasdatsgay 🔥 (Azriel x Cassian x Nesta)

The Story of Us by @readychilledwine (Nesta x Cassian x Azriel x Reader)

Wicked Games by @fieldofdaisiies 🔥(Azriel x Cassian x Nesta)

Wisdom Teeth by @sergeantbarnessdoll (best friends Steve x Bucky X Reader)

You Taste Like Suburbia by @bucksangel 🔥 (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader) (previous John Walker x Reader)

Ruhn Danaan

Just A Bet by @shadowdaddies

Steve Rogers

Not Meant To Be Like This by @buckets-and-trees 🔥