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Just drinking coffee and imagining a dom Tamlin shapeshifting and making “it” just a little bit too big after you’ve been bratting, to where there is a bit of discomfort (while still being pleasurable) when he thrusts in.

Very demure first thing in the morning thought of me, I know.

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I’d be doing a lot better if I was at a small cabin within a dark forest bent over a squeaky bed and being violently* railed by the Shadowsinger.

*with enthusiastic consent

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Not Going Anywhere: Spring Time Affairs

Pairing: Tamlin/Elain/Lucien/Flora| Rating: G | Word Count: 934

Master List| Read on Ao3

Summary: Elain is pregnant with her first child and Ez has concerns about his place in Elain and Lucien’s life now.

Author’s note: For Day 3: Will There Be Enough Room @polysjmweek

Tagging: @ninthcircleofprythian @hieragalbatorixdottir @thisblogisaboutabook @daycourtofficial @secret-third-thing @pit-and-the-pen

“Wait, when does Lucien come back?” 

Flora had stood up fast, turning to Elain with wide eyes. Before, they were working in silence. Flora picked herbs for one of her new experiments, while Elain sat on a stool in front of a portable table, propagating some tulips from the continent. They both started early while the greenhouse was still cool.

Elain glance up thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. Should be before dinner.”

Flora sighed deeply, dumping her herbs into her basket. “I doubt that will be in time. I forgot to tell you, Ez wanted to speak with you both today. Knowing him, he’ll find you first.” 

Elain gently tilted her head.  “What for?” 

“For that,” Flora pointed at Elain’s round belly hidden by the table. “He’s worse than me with his worries. He told me last night he thought you and Lu would be leaving and not love him anymore.”

Elain’s eyes instantly watered, shock etched into her features. “Why would he ever think that?” 

“I don’t know,” she sighed and placed her herbs in her basket. “I asked if it was nerves from not being the only youngling anymore. He said no, he was still excited. I think someone in court said something in front of him. You know, because of Lucien’s real father.” 

Elain instantly angered. “They have no right to gossip in front of our boy like that. It’s none of their business who Lucien might be tied to. We talked to Helion half a century ago. He isn’t going anywhere any time soon. By the mother, if something happens the magic might even choose Elios instead of Lucien.” 

“Cauldron knows it but these old fae like gossip.” Flora sighed heavily again. “Remember when I had Ez? I just knew they were whispering behind my back.” Then she laughed. “Maybe that’s why Ez worries so much.”

“Maybe.” 

A flood of emotions hit Elain hard. It was easy to be overwhelmed with the babe growing inside her. She rubbed her stomach, the babe gently kicking back. Ez had been the most excited out of all of them when Elain’s scent changed. Once he knew what that meant anyways. He’d help her pick out the colors for her announcements and theme for the nursery. She didn’t understand why he would suddenly think they would leave. 

Sure enough, he found her later while she was sitting by the fountain in the afternoon, soaking in the sun and cool breeze in the swing. Judging by the ink on his hands, he’d finished lessons for the day. She smiled at him as he approached, trying to not giggle as she watched him brush his blond hair out of his face from the wind. 

“Lainy?” 

“Yes, my little beastie?” 

He smiled bashfully, stopping in front of her. “Mama said I should talk to you.” 

“Did she?” Elain feigned ignorance. “About what?” 

 “Well, you and Lu are having a baby.” He glanced down at her stomach. 

“We are.” 

“And you said I was your baby.” 

“I did.”

There was a long pause between them and Elain rocked the swing with her foot gently while Ez looked at the ground. 

He finally whispered, “So you, you don’t need me anymore?” 

It hurt Elain’s heart to hear him say it. More so than she thought it would. She blinked profusely before asking, “What do you mean, Ez?” 

“You have your own baby now. You don’t need me anymore. I’ll just be mama and papa's.”

“Why would you think that?” 

“I know you love me and mama and papa. But you aren’t my mama.” He frowned, with tears in his eyes. “Are you going to leave and have a new house? For your new baby?”

Mother help her. 

“Come here,” Elain stopped the swing and reached out to him. He hesitated, but stepped forward. Elain cupped his face and brushed his cheek with her fingers. “Why do you think we are going to leave?”

“Drax moved away.” He whispered. 

Right, Elain thought. Drax was one of the few younglings Ezyrn’s age. Soren was expecting again and announced it right as her husband agreed to take on governing duties in the village in the east. They’d left a week ago, which explained Ez’s sudden thoughts.

“We aren’t going to leave. Ez, look at me.” She tilted his chin up gently. “You are just as much my baby as this one. I will always need you, my little beastie.” 

“Even Lu?” 

“Lu especially. We love you very much. We aren’t going anywhere. Understand?” Ez nodded. After a moment she sat back and added. “Do you want to know a surprise?” His eyes widened and he nodded again. “It’s a boy. Which means you’ll have a brother in a sense. Your mama doesn’t know yet. Do you want to be the one to tell her?”

He grinned.“And papa?” 

“Papa knows.” She couldn’t help herself laughing. Ez didn’t know it was payback for when he was in his mothers belly. “It’s a surprise for just your mother. The court doesn’t know yet either.”

“Can I go tell her now?” His face was lit with excitement. 

“At dinner. I want Lu and your father to see the look on her face too,” Elain replied, with a cryptid smile of her own. She stood from the swing and held out her hand to Ez. “Let’s go for a walk. Tell me about what you learned today.” 

Any fears Ez had were gone. He took Elain’s hand and they walked to the gardens together while he told her about his studies of the day. 

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I’m so excited for dark thraller!!!!!!

Here’s a lil excerpt from the next part of Dark Thraller! 🥰

“Do you live here?” I question softly

The middle Archeron sister hums in confirmation. “We all do. Well, most of us. Cassian and Nesta live at the House of Wind up on the mountain. I- could stay there but if you only knew the things they do at the dining table.”

An involuntary giggle erupts from me. “Oh gods!”

Elain smiles. “You should ask Azriel about what he walked in on them doing once.”

My laugh falters at the mention of my new husband. “I don’t see myself discussing such matters with him but I’ll be sure to find you for all the latest gossip”

Azriel walks past catching a glimpse of the two of us tittering and I could almost swear the incredulous look on his face includes the faintest sense of amusement. Elain and I giggle before settling into a contented silence. “

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I wanna write more of these but I refuse to write anything new until the next part of Dark Thraller is out (which btw I spent time working on yesterday 😌)

Headcanon

~Introducing Azriel to a modern world~

You are a world walker and bring Azriel to your modern fae world. Shenanigans occur.

The Internet

- Upon arriving to your world Azriel was suspicious as hell of you. You knew SO much and could figure out so many things without even leaving your apartment.

- Literally, he pouted. This male who had mastered the art of unreadable facial expressions sat on the couch, arms crossed, brows furrowed, pouting.

- You had to convince him to open up to you (which was not easy, btw) by straddling his lap and teasing him with flirty kisses all over his face and neck.

- “You’re a spy.” He finally mutters.

- Completely taken back by THAT gem of a statement you reply, “Azriel, I cannot shut up to save my life and you think I could be quiet enough to be a spy?”

- “Then how did you know which restaurant location to go to based on the amount of people there during the specific hour we were going? Who gives you that intel?”

- “Oh honey” You try to keep a neutral expression but your traitorous lips twitch upward. “The internet. It’s called the internet. You can find so much information on there.”

- After you’d explained the concept of Google to him, the first thing he tried searching was “Is Beron Vanserra allied with the Queens on the continent?”

- Resisting the urge to become this emoji (🤦🏻‍♀️) you placed a loving hand on his shoulder. “Let’s sign you up for a beginner computer class, babe”

- The first thing he properly searched was “advanced snowball fighting techniques”

Airplanes

- You knew he was competitive but he took it to a new level when he found out about airplanes.

- Why would we ever need to take one when he could just fly us himself?

- “Oh, because they’re faster? I’ll believe that when I see it.”

- That was a direct quote from his mouth

- The day you took him to the airport so he could see for himself that they were indeed very fast, he took off without warning, trying to race one.

- He had to shroud himself in shadows and sneak home afterward as the aerial force mistook him for an enemy.

- The plane won.

Vibrators (NSFW)

- Azriel is a certified freak. Always down to try anything new in the bedroom.

- Until you introduced him to vibrators.

- “Why is that necessary when my fingers, mouth, cock, and shadows can achieve the same result?”

- Honestly, he had a point.

- You gave him the excuse of “For when you return to Prythian on missions and I’m lonely.”

- That made more sense to him but….

- He’s still very competitive.

- You had to do a trial of what could bring you to completion first: Him or the toy.

- Azriel won 😈

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Thank you for reading! If you’d like to see more headcanons of Az in the modern world - lmk!

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THIS!!!!!!!!!!!

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

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I‘m also patiently waiting for dark thraller 🫠😂😂 no stress girl 🫶🏼

I adore you and your patience 🥺🥺🥺🥺

You trusted me to bring this to life and I’ve taken forever with it. I swear it’s happening.

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SNEAKY LINK TWO PLS PLS PLS

Omg I forgot about Sneaky Link!!!! Part 2 would be fun. Let me get my creative brainwaves flowing and see what I can do 🥰

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Hi!

I hope your doing ok 😊 just wanted to ask if dark thraller gonna have more than one part? I've been holding off on reading it in case it ends in a cliffhanger for another part but I read the ask for it and am already invested 😂

I hope this doesn't sound rude or pushy or anything I was just curious

Not rude! Not pushy!

And honestly? Even if it were, I need someone to push me rn bc it’s partially written in my notes app and I’ve just been in sad girl mode.

I definitely plan to finish it soon though. Thank you so much sending this ❤️

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heyy, how are you?? i just wanted to say, i love you and your writing. you are one of the best people i have come across and i love you. if you ever feel bad about your writing, just know that only you can put that story out there so NEVER GIVE UP!! hehe okay bye ily 🤭😘

Idk how I missed this but honestly I’m glad I did bc I needed this today 😭🥹

Thank you!!! Ily bunches!

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Spring Fever is so good!! So cute but also spicy

Ahhh, thank you so much!!!! 🥰

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VOLUME 1 OF NIGHT COURT NEWS IS HERE!

Prythian Gazette’s Night Court News Vol. 1 is here!

**art is pulled from Pinterest aside from the photo of Lucien which is from the one and only @madschofield on IG

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The Epilogue is here!!!!!

Bad Idea, Right?

Series Masterlist

Angst - Fluff - Smut

18 years and older only, MDNI

Eris x Reader (Azriel’s Daughter)

Eris Vanserra never intended to have a one night stand with the daughter of the Shadowsinger, he certainly didn’t intend for it to become a recurrent thing, and he absolutely didn’t intend to fall in love with her.

But the Mother only knows that things never go according to plan. When the sneaky rendezvous between the two is discovered by the Inner Circle, chaos and tension ensue. A bargain is struck between the Autumn and Night Court High Lords under the condition that Spymaster and his daughter are not to be made aware of the details. Unfortunately for Eris, the Night Court has eyes and ears everywhere.

When a particularly nosey (albeit adorable) little Illyrian spreads word of the bargain, Y/N must decide whether this hook-up is worth all of the secrets, and if there could be something more between them.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 7.5 - Prequel Headcanon

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Epilogue

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Bad Idea, Right? - Epilogue

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s daughter - Light angst - Fluff

A decade after the events of “Bad Idea, Right?” Eris and Y/N return to Velaris for Winter Solstice….. and Azalea goes on her first date.

Part 10 - Series Masterlist

10 years later

My eyes narrow as I look to him, “How are you so amiable to this?”

Eris shrugs- yes, shrugs- as if he’s as casual and irreverent as Uncle Rhys. “A few overgrown bats with snowballs are hardly the greatest obstacles of my lifetime. I think I’ll survive.”

I know he sees how skeptical I am but in true Eris fashion, he doesn’t borrow trouble as we stroll through the wintry streets of Velaris.

“You’re being suspect.”

“Oh, my little Spymaster,” he challenges, “shall you tie me up and interrogate me? I know how fond you are of eliciting both pain and pleasure.”

I can’t hide the slight upturn of my lips as I scoff, “Ever the masochist”

Eris only smirks. I know he thinks he’s won in diverting my attention but he hasn’t. Yet, I’ll let him off for now. I am the one who voluntold him to join in in this years snowball fight after all. Eight solstices we’ve spent together now, it was easy enough to reason that if he ever wanted me to “settle down” he’d have to join in on my families antics, however childish they may be.

What I didn’t expect was how easily he’d gone along with my orders to join them. It’s no secret in our relationship that Eris enjoys submission but that tends to be reserved for the bedroom, not in spending time with my family of busybodies.

I should be pleased by his agreeance but call it “spymaster’s intuition”, I’m not buying it. Perhaps I’ll send one of my shadows to referee.

Before we can make it up the drive Azalea is out the door with a beaning smile running toward us. She’s wearing a purple sweater and black skirt with stockings beneath. Her already long legs are further lengthened by chunky heeled black boots. My sister is gorgeous. She’s always been pretty, but she certainly has grown into her features and managed to snag the best of both mother and father’s genes. Her wings tuck in tight as if to combat the chill of the air.

Eris gets one look at her kohl lined eyes and glossy lips and looks to me with a raised brow, mouthing, “makeup?” As if the idea is absolutely abhorrent to him.

I roll my eyes. “She’s a teenager, deal with it.”

Now it’s Eris’ turn at skepticism, deep auburn-brown brows drawing together slightly. Good, let him be- actually, no, no skepticism. After all, Azalea is the entire reason I’m sending him to the snowball battle today.

“Guess what, Azzie?” I divert my attention to my younger sister. “Eris is going to participate in today’s snowball fight.”

“Yeah, I know.” She replies, fidgeting somewhat anxiously.

“Dad told you?” I ask, surprised my father would mention anything of it. He may have become accustomed to Eris’ presence over the years but to openly discuss his participation, whether welcomed or not, was…. Unexpected.

Azalea pauses for a moment before replying, “Mom did- helped her in the kitchen this morning- she’s packed an extra thermos of cocoa for him.”

A soft smile graces my lips at the thoughtful gesture from my mother and Azalea’s shoulders seem to slacken a bit at that.

Odd.

Before I can press further, father steps out the door, two insulated mugs of cocoa in hand as he stalks down the cobblestone path, stopping to pull me in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead and issue a greeting of, “Missed you, ornery.” before turning his gaze to my mate, looking him up and down with a scrutinizing glare. “That’s what you’re wearing?”

Eris dons a pair of weather appropriate boots, leather trousers, and an autumnal tan peacoat.

“Fucks sakes.” My father mutters before stalking back into the house and swiftly returning with a pair of lined Illyrian leathers - shoving the set into Eris’ hands with no further fuss and continuing down the drive.

Eris flashes me a smirk and pulls me into a warmth inducing kiss, triggering a dramatic gag from my sister before sauntering off after him.

I manage to catch an irreverant line from Eris about having fire in his blood and a gruff reply from my father about leaving his ass frozen in the Illyrian wilderness.

“He had them made for him you know.” Azalea’s voice cuts through my eavesdropping, reminding me that my younger sister is still here.

“He what?”

“Dad,” she gestures to the retreating forms of the unlikely pair, “the leathers, he had Emerie commission them for Eris.”

My heart squeezes. “When did he do that?”

“Years ago,” she shrugs, “Once he realized you two are truly happening and it wasn’t just a ‘screw you, dad!’ phase. He had them made in case Eris ever deign to join them for the snowball fight.”

Digesting the information, I can’t help the slight upturn of my lips, “I knew he liked him more than he let on.”

Azalea huffs “Like is a strong word, more like “begrudgingly doesn’t loathe him”

A chuckle escapes me and I realize how grateful I am for this brief one-on-one moment with my sister. “Why don’t we spend time like this together more often?”

Azalea loops her slender arm through mine as we walk along the snow covered path towards the house. “Because if we spend much more time together, items would begin missing from eachothers wardrobes.”

Raising my brow I take in her outfit. “Damn it, I knew that sweater you’re wearing looked familiar!”

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The house smells of warm bread and lavender, holiday preparation in full swing. Mother hurries over, fussing over me and taking my coat.

Ever the hostess, I know better than remind her that I’m perfectly capable of hanging up my own coat - thank you very much.

Mother pulls me into a hug and I melt into it, forgetting just how much a mother’s love can soothe the soul. I hope to provide the same sanctuary to my own children someday- but someday is NOT today. We’re immortal, there will be plenty of time for whatever karmic justice I have to face one day, after all the hell I put my own parents through.

And besides- I’m already stressed enough over my little sister, which leads me to the exact reason I sent Eris’ overprotective (and biteable) ass with my father and uncles today.

Azalea has her first date.

She looks to me, worrying her lower lip and I can tell something is bugging her.

“Alright, enough with the nervousness- what’s on your mind, kid?”

Azalea’s eyes roll so far back I’m shocked she can’t see the matter of her brain.

“I’m nearly an adult and it’s nothing. Just my first date, that’s all.” She lies poorly.

I give her my best “scary badass Shadowsinger” glare and she huffs, wholly unimpressed. Dad does it better and honestly, she’s never been affected by his stoic glares either.

Her wings droop slightly and she confesses, “I think Clara likes him.”

Oh- oh. That’s not good. Clara and Azalea have been best friends since they met at a solstice party in the Winter Court when they were ten. It’s now not uncommon for one or the other to be in each other’s respective courts during any given downtime.

“What makes you think that?” I ask, keeping my tone just north of pity, knowing pity will just close her off.

“She gets defensive when I talk about him, and defensive when he comes around. She told me she was going to ask someone to attend Starfall with her this year but soon after he asked me, she said she wasn’t asking anyone, that she wasn’t going… and she never misses Starfall!”

I see. “Perhaps it’s just a coincidence regarding Starfall and she’s still just a bit awkward around males.. not everyone is as forward as you are when it comes to communication.”

I earn yet another eye roll from her at my reference to the many times when she was a child with no filter that she disclosed any and all cringe worthy details of my personal life to any ear that would listen.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” I challenge.

She has the good sense not to disagree.

Sighing she plops down next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“Are you at least a little bit excited for the date?” I ask, resting my cheek on top of her head.

“Yeah, I think so.” She sighs, sitting back upright. “I am. I just don’t want to date someone at the risk of my best friend, you know?”

“If something as inconsequential as a male can come between you two, I have no hope for friendships anywhere. You two are like burrs on a horses ass, inseparable.”

Azalea giggles at the ridiculous analogy that I’d picked up sometime over my years in the Autumn court, and it feels good to see the light return to her eyes.

“Go on your date, have fun. It’s just a date, it doesn’t have to be forever.” I advise as I guide her to her vanity, touching up a few flyaways and immediately regretting it because those little strands of chaos are so quintessentially her.

If someone were unable to look past those, they don’t deserve her.

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Gathered in the parlor, Azalea bounces her foot, waiting for her date to arrive. Mother and I watch with amused expressions as she waits.

“Thank the gods the guys are still at the cabin for the snowball fight. Dad’s bad enough as it is but could you imagine Eris? I guarantee you he’d be chomping at the bit to grill this kid with questions.”

Azalea doesn’t miss a beat as she fires back, “You’re one to talk. He’s only speaking from experience, gods knows what you two got up to on your dates. You two don’t exactly scream “modest intentions.”

“Azalea” mother scolds but there’s no real reprimanding behind it, in fact, her eyes dance with mirth.

My shadows however, dance with a bit of agitation.

A knock comes on the door and Azalea freezes.

“Is he here?” Mother questions, standing and heading to peer out the window.

Azalea only groans. “No…. It’s bad news though. Aunt Mor is here.”

I chuckle at Azalea’s disdain. Aunt Mor is somehow even more protective of Azalea than any of the males in her life.

I open the door as she steps in, exuding “cool aunt” energy. She brings me in for a big hug before rushing to Azalea and squeezing her impossibly tightly. Emerie enters behind her with an apologetic look speaking for itself, “I tried to stall her.”

Mor peppers Azalea with all the questions as Emerie takes a seat, knowing better than to intervene. She gives me a knowing look before musing at her wife’s questioning.

“Always searching for the truth, that one.” I mutter. Emerie knows better than to laugh but I don’t miss the mirth in her deep brown eyes.

Azalea is exasperated by the time her date shows up. I realize that until now, I haven’t even asked his name. Though I know it because Mor absolutely asked during her interrogation, three times to be exact.

I notice a figure stepping up the drive and can’t help but take pity on my little sister. Could I let karma take its course after all of the shenanigans the child- excuse me, teenager- put me through in her younger years? Yes. But today I relent… it is solstice after all. Happy holidays, enjoy the gift of peace, Azalea.

With a casual stretch I summon Azalea to the kitchen. “Hey sis, could you help me in here for a moment?”

Mor starts but Emerie, also taking pity on my sister and her suitor is quick to distract her in the best way she knows how. “Say, Elain,” Emerie clears her throat to ensure Mor is paying attention. “Where did you get those shoes- from that new boutique along the Sidra?”

Before my mother can get a word out, Mor is fawning over them- speculating where she’d acquired them.

Good gods, this woman and her shopping addiction. Thank the cauldron Uncle Rhys pays her so well. I’m fairly certain she and Amren’s contributions to the Velaris economy could fund half the city for a month, two if it’s close to the holidays and Mor is on a spree to find the worst possible gifts for those she loves most dearly. Last year she got me a pink pair of bunny slippers- though I begrudgingly admit, they were quite comfortable.

Azalea, cheeks still pink with embarrassment, joins me in the kitchen. “Quick, out the side door with you. He’s coming up the walk.”

Azalea looks to me with relief and gratitude that I’m not quite sure I deserve given that my shadows are practically vibrating with frustration that I won’t let them trail after her.

“Have fun, stay safe, and be home before the males get home from the snowball fight. Eris is going to kill me if he finds out I sent him away just so you could go on a date in peace.”

Azalea nods, throwing on a jacket and hurrying out the kitchen before her date - Alex - arrives to the front door and can be ambushed by the females waiting behind it.

I hear a flutter of wings behind me, I don’t turn to look as a slight figure perches on my shoulder and a small voice proclaims with a sigh, “they grow up so quickly.”

“Flori” I greet the little sprite. Years ago, Eris had pulled some strings to arrange the visitation of a sprite to Azalea’s “sprite garden” - little did he know, Azzie would find her fiercest defender and one of the best of friends in the sprite - who may or may not have become one of my spies. Sprites are notoriously incurably nosey with a love for gossip, making the vivacious little fae quite the asset.

“Do I send a shadow after her?” I ask, toeing the line of giving my little sister freedom and wanting her to be safe.

Flori simply preens “Already vetted him. She’s in good hands.”

I make a mental note to give the sprite a raise.

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“She’s WHAT?” Eris blurts as soon as the words “Azalea” and “date” leave my mouth. He’d managed to make it out of the Snowball fight alive and despite his impassive behavior…. I think he might have had fun.

“Cauldron, say it a little louder, Eris. I don’t think the folks on the continent heard you.”

Eris smacks my ass, whispering with a low timbre, sending a wave of heat straight to my core, “You’re going to regret this later, little shadow.”

I shiver at the show of dominance. It’s not every day that my mate shows his more dominant side… to me, at least. A thrill shoots through me at the promise for the most delicious of punishments later.

My dad enters the kitchen seeming unbothered regarding Azalea’s first date which is a bit surprising to both Eris and I.

“What are you two gaping at me for?” He asks, not bothering to look in our direction as he pours a drink.

You seem quite unbothered, I muse.

He gives a shrug. “What do I have to be bothered about? I won the snowball fight and the day has gone off without any hitches.”

I plan to leave well-enough alone but gods forbid Eris do the same. “So your youngest daughter went on her first date and you’re completely unbothered by it?

“Yup” he says before taking a swig of his whisky.

Eris, ever unable to resist baiting him looks to me and speaks in a low, honeyed tone, “I remember our first date, little shadow.”

Dad falters for only a millisecond before throwing back the rest of his drink, pointedly setting his glass down quite heavily, clanging on the counter and stalking out of the kitchen.

I raise a brow at my mate, “You couldn’t resist, could you?”

His Adam’s apple bobs and he chuckles, putting an arm around me and pulling me in close. “Your father’s annoyance is the second greatest gift I could get this holiday.”

“Second? What ever could be first?” I ask wryly.

He gives me a sultry look, reminding me of the punishment I have coming away.

I smack his shoulder and we head back in to join my family for the evening’s festivities.

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Solstice is in full swing and there are a couple of things that never change. One, Amren looks like she just robbed the local jewelry parlor as she showcases the gems she���d been gifted by the inner circle- aside from Mor who gifted her a purple scarf.

Emerie and my mate dance a strange dance of dominance and submission. Eris, who is indeed a fire-wielding High Lord with more self importance than he knows what to do with, out of some faction of guilt and understanding gives Emerie her distance.

Emerie, who up until recently has made her dislike of Eris well known- in that, “I’m-not-going-to-talk about-it-but-make-one-snide-comment-to-Mor-and-I’ll-cut-you” kind of way, keeps her distance from Eris but always ensures she’s between the two.

Yes, Eris and Mor reconcilied decades ago, before I had ever met Eris, but I get it. Emerie and Mor are mates and, wrongs against the other- whether truthful or perceived are hard to forgive when it comes to someone you’re mentally and biologically programmed to love and protect.

The front door opens and in walk Nyx, Aunt Feyre, and Uncle Rhys, closely followed by Aunt Nesta and a sulking Uncle Cassian who is clearly still disappointed that he didn’t win the snowball fight.

Nyx approaches Azalea with a “hey little cousin! Where’s your date?”

Azalea audibly groans but it’s too late. Uncle Rhys and Uncle Cassian both gape.

“Date??”

Azalea groans. “Damnit.”

“Language” mother warns.

“Y/N said ten times worse when she was my age!” Azalea argues but mom only pins her with that practiced motherly gaze that garners no room for argument.

Rhys and Cassian turn to my father waiting for a reaction but he only shrugs. “My daughter is old enough to go on a date, I trust her.” He doesn’t add that he’s the spy master and likely has a fifty page compendium on everything her date’s done since he could walk.

Cassian lets out a low whistle. “I never thought I’d see the day our brother wouldn’t be a brooding, overbearing mess over his youngest going on her first date.

Mor snorts. “You can thank Eris for his lackadaisical response. If he could handle those two,” she gestures broadly toward Eris and I. “he can handle about anything.”

She’s not wrong, I think to myself, my lips upturning slightly.

My father ignores the comment, simply placing an arm around mother and kissing the crown of her head.

Before Cassian or literally any of my aunts or uncles can mortify Azalea or irritate father further, the doorbell rings and Azalea perks up, hurrying toward the door before catching herself, and waiting for someone else to get it.

My shadows have reported who is here and my heart aches for my sister. Clara. Azalea’s best friend whom she believes has a thing for the male Azalea went on a date with tonight.

They’ve been thick as thieves for so long and it saddens me to see her hesitate instead of throwing her arms around her like she normally would.

The rest of the guests seem to feel the same as the heir to the winter court steps in, graceful as ever with her white hair wound into an elegant braid. Her piercing blue gaze takes in Azalea and the tension in the room is palpable, it doesn’t take the tense way my sister holds her wings to sense it.

I give a silent gesture to everyone to carry on as not to make this more awkward.

I can’t tell what the two say to eachother but they both hold themselves stiffly before Azalea nods towards her room, likely so they can resolve things without the biggest busybodies in Prythian hovering.

Eris squeezes my hand. “Care to take a walk my love?”

“Sure” I whisper, feeling a bit flushed from the wine I’d downed before the party.

My father’s hazel gaze tracks us with an unreadable expression as we walk out the door.

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As we stroll along the Sidra, I can’t help but smile. We’ve walked along this river countless times over the years but I can’t help remembering the chaotic night we’d gone on our first real date to Sevenda’s and to Aunt Feyre’s art gallery opening. A chaotic yet altogether unforgettable night. Despite the strife of it all, I wouldn’t change anything, because here we are now.

My shadows float around us, as if they too enjoy the night’s breeze. Eris’ heat keeping us just warm enough.

“You’ve served our court quite well little shadow.” Eris speaks, his voice low and Ernest, his lips tilt upward as a shadow winds around his forearm down his wrist, and weaves through his long fingers.

“You have too.” He muses to the shadow. And it’s true, my shadows have made my spymaster skills a valuable asset to the Autumn Court, though Eris has never viewed them as a tool but as an extension of me, of the female he loves.

“It’s an honor to serve your court.” I speak truthfully.

He smirks. “You can lie to yourself by saying it’s mine… but it’s ours.” Before I can object or deflect, he continues, “And I’m the High Lord, as an individual in my employ, you must abide by my law. And I declare that it’s our court.”

I roll my eyes but my stomach flutters. I’ve fallen in love with the Autumn Court and learned how wonderful many of its people are over the years. An “autumnal wasteland”, I’d once called it. And yet, it feels like home now.

“You know-“ Eris continues, fidgeting slightly. Something so unlike him. “Do you remember that night all those years ago, when your sister caught us in that deliciously compromising position on the balcony- and your mother had that vision?” He asks with a hint of vulnerability in his amber eyes.

My brows knit, unsure where this is going. “The burning flame drives away the wild shadow.” I recite, remembering the night clearly. “Eris- what does this have to do with anything? She said herself that her visions don’t always mean anything significant. We’re happy and I don’t plan to leave you anytime soon.”

Eris shakes his head, resting a warm hand on my shoulder, I meet his gaze defiantly. “Look at you. I hope you never lose that spark… that fire burning within you.”

I scoff looking down, trying to hide the feeling of uncertainty in myself.

“Is the Autumn court your home, little one?” He asks, his thumb and forefinger gently clasping my chin and tilting my face so my eyes meet his amber hued gaze.

I can see it, the desperation in his eyes and I cannot give him anything but the truth. My heart races. “Yes.”

Something akin to relief slackens his features. “So, there it is. The burning flame, drove away you. My little wild, wonderful shadow out of the Night Court, to my home in the Autumn Court. To our home.”

Suddenly he spirits a square rectangular box of mahogany with autumn leaves and flames burned into it out of the pocket realm.

“Eris…”

His voice cracks with emotion and he holds up a finger, a silent plea with me to let him get his words out. “You have served our court well over the past ten years, little one, you have shown our people kindness and grace, and you treat the commoners with just as much dignity and respect as nobility- if not more. You have loved me well, far more than I likely deserve but I’m a selfish male when it comes to you and I’ve soaked up every ounce of love you’ve shown me. You are who I want to rule beside, who I want to keep waking up next to every morning. You are the one I would be honored to lead our court with. Please, my mate, do me the honor of fully accepting our bond and becoming my High Lady.”

He opens the box to which a golden ringlet crown of leaves and flame rests beside a ring with a matching band, and a gem that matches the amber stoned necklace he’d gotten me before I even knew we were mates.

All words escape me. It’s not that he hasn’t hinted at having me rule with him someday over the years but he also has recognized that I’m young, that I had personal growth to achieve that was important to myself and yes- recently, I have felt that I’m there. That I could do this, but I’d never said it. My mate has waited patiently, observed in silence, until he could sense I was ready. How could I deny him?

“Yes, Eris. It would be a privilege to be your High Lady, and an even greater privilege to be yours forever.”

He closes the box and spirits it away for now. I’ll wear the ring after I’ve offered him food and consummated the bond, and after we’ve seen a priestess to swear my vows to both him and the crown.

Gods, as if our sex life needs a mating frenzy when we can’t keep our hands off each other as is.

Eris’ eyes water and he pulls me into his warm embrace, a hug that I feel deep in my soul. He kisses the top of my head as I rest my cheek against his chest, listening to his heart thud.

We stand like that for some time before his eyes, so full of devotion, peer into mine, reading me like a book and loving everything he sees. “I love you.” He speaks gruffly.

“I love you too.” I whisper, my voice soft and sincere.

I crash my lips into his and we get lost in eachother.

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When we return to the townhouse and slip out of our coats, I look up to see the family drinking and talking merrily. My father and mother both look to Eris and I. My mother smiles knowingly and father raises a brow. Eris gives him a nod and father raises his glass in silent congratulations. My lips part and I look to Eris.

Eris only flashes his patent smirk. “You may have sent me to the snowball fight with an agenda of your own, but I had one too.”

“You asked his permission?”

“Don’t give me that look, High Lady, I would have asked you regardless. I am a High Lord and can do what I want anyway.”

I just shake my head but my lips curl upward. “You’ll pay for your insolence, High Lord.” I whisper huskily.

Chill bumps rise up his arm but he stays strong. “Oh no, I’ll be punishing you for hiding the news of Azalea’s date from me first. I haven’t forgotten that.”

I look around and see she’s still not rejoined the family. “C’mon, I want to tell her before everyone else.”

Selfishly, I also want to ensure that things are smoothed out between her and Clara.

We head upstairs and I knock on her bedroom door with no answer. “Azalea?” I ask and knock again with no answer. It’s not like her to not answer the door and I don’t hear anything inside. It’s early for her to be asleep and I worry that she and Clara got into a bigger disagreement and Clara left. The thought of Azalea crying herself to sleep tears me apart.

Concern overrides my situational assessment and I turn the handle a moment too late to heed Eris’ sudden warning of “sound ward”.

I gape as the daughter of the Winter Court straddles my little sister’s lap, the two locked in a tangle of tongues and teeth.

“Well, well, well,” I muse at the sight as flashes of the night she’d outed Eris and I’s relationship a decade ago cross my mind. “How things have come full circle.”

“Don’t worry sis, your secret is safe with me.”

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A/N: Thank you all for reading this fic! I can’t believe it’s done. I hope you enjoyed getting a little peek into everyone’s life years down the road from the main fic. I appreciate each and every one of you who have taken the time to read!

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Heat Cycle Headcanons

Alpha Azriel x Omega Reader

Fluff with a little dash of spice

Azriel’s omega mate goes into heat.

Warnings: sexual content, MDNI

- You were sitting on the couch reading beside Azriel. Normally he’d be in his study looking over reports at this hour but this evening he’d been hovering.

- It was endearing, honestly, the way he oh-so-nonchalantly sat down on the couch as you read, looking at you from the corner of his eye every now and then, clearly not absorbing any of the book he’d picked up himself to read

- Minutes later, you feel the brush of his nose on the sensitive skin of your neck, five o’clock shadow brushing against the juncture of your collarbone and shoulder.

- “Baby, what are you doing?” You ask before he effortlessly pulls off an innocent yet completely dominant tone as he replies, “You smell so good.”

- You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as he inhales. There was a time where you were a sassy little omega while he courted you but he patiently albeit persistently pursued you and eventually, well, you presented to him.

- And honestly? Good for you for holding out as long as you had, the male is gorgeous and highly desired. But then again, so are you.

- Letting out a yawn and a stretch you realize you need rest. It’s earlier than usual as you head to your shared bed.

- You tuck in tightly with extra blankets, burrowing yourself in them like a little burrito.

- You don’t notice the slight upturn of Azriel’s lips as he enters the room to find you seeking comfort with pillows and blankets and…. Yep, that’s his shirt tucked under your head.

- You sleep soundly but your dreams are strange and full of sexual fantasies.

- You start to rouse in the middle of the night, a bit sweaty and aching, need coursing through you.

- Your delicate fingers reach out for your mate, caressing his cheek

- Azriel’s hazel eyes flutter open, he inhales and is instantly alert. “Little omega….” His gruff voice murmurs as he kisses you palm.

- “Please” you whimper.

- Despite his desire to make you beg, your alpha can’t stand to see you suffer. He’d helped you through many heats now, the earlier ones were wild and untamed but now they were somehow both urgent and soft. You clenched your thighs at the thought of what was about to happen, slick dampening your silken panties.

- Azriel’s fingers trace your sex and he can’t resist a little teasing. “Is this for me, my little mate?”

- You let out another whimper and suddenly he’s on you.

- “Look at me, my sweet omega. Use your words to tell and tell your alpha what you need.” He commands, his hand cupping your face, thumb gently stroking your face.

- He knows you struggle to speak up for what you want and this is his way of empowering you, of encouraging you to use your voice.

- Okay, and maybe he loves it when you beg at least a little bit.

- “Need you….. need you to claim me.”

- “Baby…” he chides. “I’ve already claimed you.” He reverently traces the mating mark over the delicate skin of your neck, scarred fingers caressing it like the most sacred treasure.

- You shiver at the touch, hips pressing tighter to your alpha who is absolutely not unaffected by this encounter.

- Looking to the side, he gently grips your chin, redirecting your eye contact to him. “Tell me, baby.”

- “W-want you to breed me.” You shiver as you say it. Azriel lets out a groan that sends fire coursing through you.

- Your panties are torn off of you in seconds, a low hum of approval rising from deep in his chest as he sees the manicured thatch of hair you’d trimmed up while bathing earlier in the evening

- “You‘re ready baby.” He states, already knowing your body and your heat cycles well enough to recognize that you don’t have the patience or need for foreplay.

- You gasp. “Wait- I- I didn’t take my tonic this morning.”

- He pulls back, searching your eyes, “Omega….” He breathes, his body wound tight with tension.

- “Is- is that bad?” You ask nervously, wondering if you’ve misread the late night conversations of hopes and dreams for the future.

- An awe-filled huff escapes him. “You’re incredible.” He muses, “You’re sure?”

- You only pant, your heat in full effect, but you’d already planned this in advance, when you brain wasn’t completely addled by hormones and lust. “Breed me, alpha.”

- And so he did.

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My friends, I’ve been in a weird place lately but I’m feeling a bit festive.

Your epilogue to “Bad Idea, Right?” Is coming soon.

See you soon, my little ho ho ho’s 🥰

Excerpt:

“You’re being suspect.”

“Oh, my little Spymaster,” Eris challenges, “shall you tie me up and interrogate me? I know how fond you are of eliciting both pain and pleasure.”

I can’t hide the slight upturn of my lips despite my effort to scoff, “Ever the masochist”

(P.S. AZALEA IS A TEENAGER NOW??? 🥹)

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Oh this is STUNNING

Manon x Dorian - Throne Of Glass 🖤 Artist: artsby.aira