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Waves of Crimson Lust
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 666
Ship: CrowFish, Sylus/Rafayel, Archfiend Sylus x Lemurian Sea God Rafayel
Tags: PWP, Frottage, Archfiend Sylus, Lemurian Sea God Rafayel, Takes place during "Where Silverwings Lie", mentioned Gender Neutral MC,
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Archfiend Sylus tells the Lemurian Sea God he keeps the good news and celebrates one last night with him.
A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me if you enjoyed it in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated
A Strap-on Tra La La?
Rating: E
Wordcount: 2K
Ship: 2K
Fandom: Labyrinth
Tags: Pegging, Bottom Jareth, BAMF Adult Sarah, PWP
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview:
Deciding to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of her victory in the labyrinth, Sarah Williams, owner of the kink club The Underground and part time Domme, decides to issue Jareth a special challenge.
The Underground was incredibly busy tonight, and it brought a gleeful smile full of pride to her cranberry painted lips as she looked out across her club, nursing a glass of wine she had poured for herself.
It had taken a while, but now she had free reign of her domain, and Sarah Williams fully intended on making the most of her so-called “Dirty Thirties”.
The kink club she had managed to gain ownership of with her friends, was merely for fun, a place for all to explore dark fantasies, while she worked on publishing her novels. The city was her home, but still, she always paused when she saw a barn owl.
Could she still have a different home? Magic was real, if you knew where to look, and she has gotten quite crafty with contracts and bargains. It has sold her latest series of novels.
She liked the power she had created here.
“Another glass, Mistress?” one of her subs asked. He was a pretty, blonde thing, fond of her opalescent strap a dear friend had poured for her.
“I’ll get it.” Sarah said, waving him off. She wouldn’t have him touching her secret bottle of faerie wine she had Hoggle smuggle for her birthday.
Tonight marked twenty years since she entered The Labyrinth, and it made her daring.
She walked into the back office, weaving through the throng of writhing pleasure, moans intermixing with the deep bass and lights. She unlocked her desk drawer, reaching into the bottom and pouring the rest of the bottle into her wine glass.
She took a healthy gulp, looking at the antique mirror she brought in, stealing herself for what she was about to say.
“I wish the Goblin King would come and play,” she said softly but confidently, swirling her wine glass before sighing when nothing happened.
No explosions of sparkles. No thunder and lightning. No hoot of a barn owl.
She drained the rest of the glass, enjoying the hum beneath her skin as she made her way out into the club, intent on finding her sub from earlier. He was a pale imitation of the Goblin King, but she could relieve some of her frustrations.
She scanned the club for him before sucking in a breath as mismatched eyes and a devilish grin met her from beneath a black mask. He sauntered over to her, the leather clinging to him like a second skin.
“Well, well, Precious, this is quite an invitation to your soiree held in your new dominion. Was my ball not to your liking, hmm?” The Goblin King purred as Sarah straightened her back and squared her shoulders, trying not to shudder as The Goblin King gave her an appreciative look. She was confident in her dark green bustier top and leather boots that almost made her as tall as The Goblin King.
Her lips quirked up in a delighted smile as his eyes darkened.
“It was inspiring, but I think this Underground is far better,” she said, gesturing to the club. The Goblin King took another step closer to her, pressing her to one of the industrial pillars, arm above them as he toyed with the end of one of her dark curls.
“How your greed has grown, Little Thief,” The Goblin King teased, leaning in close as she shrugged and gave a noncommittal hum.
“I thought it would be fun to give credit where credit is due on this night. Since you answered my wish, does that mean you are willing to play?” Sarah asked, lifting her chin defiantly.
“Depends on what game you wish to play, and what the stakes are.” The Gobin King said with a smirk, but she would not let him get the upper hand. He would be foolish, like so many other men, to underestimate her.
But something in his eyes made her doubt that he would make the same mistake, not when she still had power over him, whether through intrigue or old magic.
“I am not sure if you can play the game, Your Highness. It requires something I am sure you can not give.” Sarah taunted as The Goblin King glared down at her.
“The years have been kind to you in some ways and cruel in others, as it seems your memory has faded, dear Sarah. I am more than willing to remind you that I can be most generous.” The Goblin King sneered and Sarah chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck as his eyes widened.
“I have not known a king such as yourself, Jareth, to willingly submit. But you did once say you would be my slave. I can be quite generous too.” Sarah breathed against his mouth, arching sensually up into him as he searched her eyes.
“Yes, well, that was before you broke my labyrinth and was only if you would fear and love me, Cruel Thing.” Jareth said, backing up stiffly as Sarah released him, letting out a disappointed sigh.
“I thought we could be intimate tonight on our anniversary. Wishful thinking. No matter, I am sure I can find Jared and he would be more than willing to kneel and worship my-” Sarah started to say, scanning the room for her pretty blonde Sub until she was cut off by Jareth pulling her against him and cutting her off with a searing kiss.
She smiled against his lips, tugging his long, glittery locks harshly to pull him back to look at her.
“You’ve fallen into my trap, Dearest. This was quite a piece of cake.” She teased and he huffed, trying to kiss her once more but she held him firmly in place.
“Now that is no way to get what you want, and I think you have made it quite clear what you want. Won’t you be a good boy?” Sarah cooed and Jareth groaned.
“I am at your mercy, Cruel Vixen.” Jareth tried and Sarah gave a satisfied nod.
“The game and stakes are thus, Pet. We will have the time that you stole from me in The Labyrinth to have sex on two conditions,” Sarah started as Jareth’s eyes glittered with lust and curiosity, “one, I will get to take you first with my cock, and two, when the time is up, if I so choose, I can leave wherever we are and return exactly to this spot, and send you away, to which you will have to obey.”
Jareth cocked his head in an owl-like fashion, looking beyond Sarah to the stage before turning back to her and bowing.
“I agree to your terms, Sarah Williams. Our time starts now.” Jareth said and Sarah released a giddy breath, pulling him through the throng to her office. Once inside she pushed him against the door, enjoying the surprised sound he made as she kissed him fiercely before strolling over to her desk, unlocking it, and grabbing her favorite strap-on.
The faux, silicone cock curved upwards, the length of her forearm and just as wide, shimmering with opalescent glitter and confetti. The harness was made with buttery soft supple black leather that had gold engravings of ivy. Jareth regarded it with a cocked brow and she grinned, sauntering up to him.
“Is the Goblin King scared? I thought you liked challenges? I promise I will be gentle.” Sarah purred, cupping his face as Jareth chuckled, leaning into her touch.
“A mere strap-on, tra la la? Nonsense, I have taken far larger in my youth on a Midsummer’s Eve.” Jareth said and Sarah grinned, kissing him.
“Good, now take me to your bedroom. I wish to take you in front of your kingdom.” Sarah demanded and with the smash of a crystal ball and a whirlwind of glitter, they were on a stone balcony overlooking the labyrinth.
Jareth knelt, mockingly and she parted her bare legs, her black lace panties absolutely soaked.
“Will you allow me to worship you, Sarah? Or would you prefer a greater title?” Jareth purred, kissing her inner thigh and looking up with his devastating eyes.
“I am partial to Mistress, I suppose, and you may. If you are a good boy, I will pay you back in kind,” she said before letting out a low moan as he tongued her through the lace.
“I will endeavor to do so, Precious.” Jareth said before ripping the lace and tugging off his leather gloves with his sharp teeth. Sarah gasped as he devoured her, suckling on her clit and letting out a deep groan, eyes fluttering at her taste while his fingers glided through her slick folds. His fingers held her open as she gripped the railing behind her, watching him with rapt attention.
Oh what a dark figure he cut on his knees before her, satisfied groans and growls escaping him as he licked her. She held him to her, riding his tongue and letting out a breathy ‘yes’ as he tapped her entrance with the pad of his index finger. His long, slender finger slid into her before being joined by another, crooking just so.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Jareth! You’re perfect.” She cried out, bucking against him wildly as he sucked on her engorged clit and thrust into her with his fingers. She threw her head back with a wail, clenching harshly on his fingers as she came, his clever, wicked tongue coaxing another orgasm out of her.
She pulled him back, weakly smearing her slick from his bruised lips as she cradled his cheek and panted, drinking in his dazed, yet pleased expression.
“Mmm, you would like praise, wouldn’t you?” Sarah mused to herself and he chuckled, nipping at her hand with sharp canines.
“I am weak to you, Precious. Now, think you have enough strength, Little Champion, to take me as you desired?” Jareth said, rising, his clothes shimmering away with a snap of his fingers.
Sarah smirked, leaning up to kiss him before stepping around him, sliding the harness around her waist and buckling it. The silicone cock bobbed against her clit as he cast a glance over his shoulder before bracing himself on the stone railing and bending over.
“It will be a piece of cake, although, damn it all I forgot the-” Sarah said, kissing Jareth’s shoulder before a small crystal ball exploded on the faux cock, slicking it instantly and carrying the scent of peaches. She parted the globes of Jareth’s ass with a delighted laugh, seeing his glistening hole, ignoring his massive cock hanging between his legs.
So it was not a cod piece or a figment of her imagination at all.
“I detest that phrase, Darling, and will make you- oh.” Jareth moaned as Sarah gathered some of the excess lubricant from the silicone cock and wrapped a slick hand around Jareth’s own cock, thumbing the head.
“Mmm, you were saying, Pet?” Sarah teased, rubbing the tip of her own cock against his entrance as she stroked him.
“You like the idea of having The Goblin King as your pet? Wicked woman,” Jareth groaned, caught between thrusting into her slick fist and moving back against the blunt head of her cock as she eased it into him. She hilted herself, stroking him and smattering kisses along his back as he shuddered.
“Too much?” She asked and he shook his head.
“No, Precious, give me everything, so that I might have you.” He said hoarsely and she bit him, marking a bruise into his shoulder as he cried out, The Labyrinth shifting beneath them.
“Mine.” She growled as he shuddered and groaned before she pulled out and thrust back in.
“Yours.” He agreed, rocking back on the cock and into her hand as she held him close and looked out over The Labyrinth.
“Our kingdom is beautiful and the king shall be well taken care of.” She murmured, nipping at his pointed ear as she pounded into him, hooking her chin over his shoulder. He whimpered, his knuckles turning white on the railing before he released one of his hands to reach back and pull her into a kiss.
“And what of the generous queen, oh Mistress?” Jareth panted, looking back at her with desperate eyes as her pussy throbbed with the naked want and desire and the heady power at her finger tips.
“Do as I say and cum, and we shall see.” Sarah whispered and Jareth keened low in his throat before whining as he spilled over her hand at her command. Sarah’s thrusts slowed as Jareth trembled in her arms before stopping completely and pulling out.
The clock chimed and Jareth’s eyes widened, looking to her before stealing himself, drawing himself up to his full height.
“Our time is up. What will it be then, Sarah?” Jareth asked. She said nothing, unbuckling the harness and leaving it to the side before jumping up into his stunned arms, a small, hopeful smile on his face. She kissed him tenderly and grinned.
“Take your queen to bed, Goblin King.”
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An Offer From a Rival
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 2.7
Ship: Hollanov, Shane Hollander x Ilya Rozanov
Tags: Regency AU, Fencing Rivals, Rivals with Benefits, Anal, Bottom! Shane, Top! Ilya, Bridgerton Crossover and Fusion
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview:
Lord Hollander and Lord Rozanov are rival duelists in fencing and the talk of the Ton for their rivalry with even Lady Whistledown commenting. But after Benedict Bridgerton leaves Lord Hollander with an opportunity, could they be something more?
Dearest Gentle Reader, This author was quite taken aback by this spring’s Royal Fencing Exhibition as I am sure you all were by the display of what can only be described as a quite heated rivalry between Lords Rozanov and Hollander. Both are to be seen as prodigies and named The Academy’s most impressive duelists, with Lord Rozanov being invited to stay in England at the Queen’s behest, an action which seemed to only spur our Lord Hollander further on, as there are rumors that two have even engaged in the underground boxing arenas. While Lord Rozanov has hailed from a distant land, he has managed to certainly charm the eager young ladies and Mamas of the Ton, much to the displeasure of his male cohorts who in turn describe him in not so polite terms. And yet despite all odds, it seems that Lord Hollander and Lord Rozanov are evenly matched in dazzling society as well, with Lord Hollander the perfect gentleman and darling of society. One must ask themselves though, is it a rivalry, or perhaps something more? What caused this spark of hatred between them to duel so fiercely? Will there be a lucky lady for whom they shall duel over? This year’s season and the talk of the Ton will surely tell, and this author only hopes that Lords Rozanov and Hollander will be present at the first ball of the season so as to ascertain their intentions.
“It is alright, Shane.” His mama said, prying the Lady Whistledown papers from his hand.
How were they even out already? The season has not yet started.
Shane did not want that sort of attention on him. He merely wanted to be a champion fencer.
He gave his mother a tight smile and curt nod as their carriage arrived at the Bridgerton House where Lady Bridgerton was hosting a masquerade, and subsequently, the first ball of the social season.
He stepped out, adjusting his mask and indeed, much like Lady Whistledown, wondering if Lord Rozanov would also be in attendance.
As his luck would have it, Lord Rozanov was in attendance, in a golden suit of armor reminiscent of a gladiator. Shane tried not to stare as Lord Rozanov swept a lady around the dance floor with ease, grabbing the nearest wine glass to busy himself with. It was only a matter of time until he was expected to dance as well, especially given that Mr. Bridgerton did not appear to be in attendance yet. Shane jumped as hands clapped and squeezed his shoulders before relaxing as Lord Hayden Pike, his close friend, stepped around him.
“Will this finally be the season Lord Hollander marries?” Hayden teased and Shane made a non committal noise. He was not opposed to it, he merely wanted whoever he married to understand that fencing came first. That it was his passion. His calling. What he was born to do. He would perform his duties as society dictated just to be able to fence for as long as he could.
He wanted to let his mother set him up with the best match, but she was insistent on him at least finding a spark with someone.
“Best of luck, my friend, because the queen seems to have her eyes set on you.” Hayden said, rubbing his shoulder before grabbing another glass for Lady Pike. Shane swallowed as indeed the queen’s eyes were on him, a woman dressed as a pirate queen beside her. He relaxed a fraction when she shook her head, watching Lord Rozanov dance with a different partner before gritting his teeth, unsure where this emotion was coming from.
When the queen waved a hand in dismissal, looking around the room again, he smirked, Lord Rozanov raising a questioning brow.
“Might I request a dance before your mama sends the horde after you?” Lady Landry asked as Shane gave her a small smile and nod. He did not relish being in such close quarters with Lord Rozanov with this dance, but he was hard pressed to deny his dear friend. He had thought they could be something, once, but she had let him down gently after learning of his… peculiarities, and devoted herself to the stage.
Shane joined the throng of masked dancers with her, eyes finding Lord Rozanov’s across from him. As they each whirled their dance partners about the room, Shane swallowed, the intensity in Lord Rozanov’s eyes nearly too much. But, he would not back down from a challenge, and certainly never has against Lord Rozanov.
Not even when he was pinned under Lord Rozanov during their last boxing match.
It had only solidified this perverse yearning within him and he was determined to do something with it tonight, so he could better focus on fencing.
There was a lull in the music and Lord Rozanov jerked his head up to the balcony subtly. Shane kissed Rose’s hand and departed after grabbing a drink, only for Mr. Bridgerton to run into him.
“Oh, forgive me, I am so sorry. I was… ah, Lord Hollander! Just the man I was looking for,” Benedict Bridgerton said with a rogueish smile as Shane caught Lord Rozanov’s eyes narrowing from where he now stood on the balcony overlooking the dance floor.
Shane did not mind the Bridgertons, but never really familiarized himself with them, as they only participated in fencing lessons out of obligation and seemed to fear fencing against him. So it was surprising and suspicious that Benedict Bridgerton was looking for him. And if some of the rumors Rose had told him were true…
“Mr. Bridgerton?” Shane questioned as Benedict looked over Shane’s shoulder, seemingly captivated by someone. Benedict cleared his throat.
“I understand you are quite good with real estate and I was looking to ask for your advice. I am in need of selling my current residence and finding a more discreet abode, as my mother has taken to waking me up at quite frankly awful hours of the morning.” Benedict said and Shane blinked.
“Oh yes… certainly,” Shane said and Benedict gave a relieved sigh and smile before nearly panicking as the object of his intrigue seemed to be on the movement.
“I promise to make it worth your while,” Benedict said with a wink before moving quickly past Shane. Shane looked up with disappointment as Lord Rozanov was now whispering in a woman’s ear, back turned to Shane.
Unless it was a new fencing sword, Shane highly doubted that Benedict Bridgerton could make anything worth his while.
Shane was perhaps mistaken, as Benedict Bridgerton led him into a gentleman’s club he had never been to before. Not that he had been to very many aside from Mond’s for boxing purposes and one Hayden dragged him out to, but this was something else entirely, something completely bacchanalian. Throes of passion and hedonism surrounded him as no one batted an eye.
“I brought you here because they have the best wine, for which to celebrate our business, and you seem like a man who is quiet and discreet. So cheers to our new townhouses and away from prying eyes.” Benedict said, handing him a glass as Shane watched a man’s hand sneak down the trousers of another.
“Ah, yes, thank you. I am happy it worked out. I don’t have much use for that property and prefer my cottage in the countryside. Yours was in a better location, closer to the court’s dueling grounds, anyway,” Shane said after a sip, noting that it was in fact a very good wine, particularly light and fruity like he preferred to harder liquors.
He would avoid it all together to keep his body strong, if polite society did not dictate it.
“Wonderful. Please stay and make yourself comfortable. It is good to get out and be free spirited every once in a while and nothing here leaves these doors ever. I have a few people I must inquire with.” Benedict said, clapping Shane on the shoulder after draining his glass and leaving with another wink.
Shane swallowed the last of his, before freezing as he spotted Lord Rozanov across the room in a dark corner, ascot removed and his shirt so opened that Shane could see a gold crucifix laying between Lord Rozanov’s plump chest above a sinful trail of dark blonde curls as Lord Rozanov stared at him, swirling a glass of amber liquid.
Lord Rozanov smirked, trailing his free hand down to his trousers to cup the growing bulge as Shane's feet moved without thinking.
He wanted to touch, to feel, Lord Rozanov’s arousal. Maybe even to taste it.
But… not here.
“You like? Perhaps more?” Lord Rozanov drawled and Shane gave a tiny nod before leaning in close, heart thudding in excitement as he whispered the address of his recently acquired townhouse.
It was perfect. Discreet. Mr. Bridgerton had already moved his staff earlier that day but as far as everyone else was aware, Mr. Bridgerton still lived there. He could have Lord Rozanov come in quietly through the servant’s quarters and no one would be the wiser to their late night tryst.
Lord Rozanov stood, pressing in close to him with a quirk of his lips before leaving and straightening his jacket.
And Shane smiled to himself, letting the thrill of anticipation wash over him.
Shane sat on the settee in front of the dimly lit fireplace, glaring as he wondered if Lord Rozanov was not as serious as Shane had thought when the bastard came strolling in with a whistle.
“Waiting for me? Did you think I would not come?” Lord Rozanov asked in his deeply accented voice. Shane scoffed and rolled his eyes as Lord Rozanov trailed his knuckles against Shane’s cheek and Shane fought not to lean into it.
“Beautiful,” Lord Rozanov murmured and Shane’s breath hitched. Lord Rozanov smiled, tilting Shane’s chin up with his knuckle and descending upon him. Shane froze. They should not be doing this, whatever this is. Shane was meant to marry and they were meant to be great rivals.
But… he still wanted more.
Lord Rozanov’s tongue pressed against his lips and Shane finally acquiesced, opening his mouth with a moan. Lord Rozanov took the opportunity to delve deeper, pulling Shane close. Shane gasped as he felt the other man’s arousal against his own.
“Have you thought of this?” Lord Rozanov asked, moving to Shane’s neck and looking up at him with dark eyes of desire. Shane whimpered, refusing to answer as he dug his fingers into Lord Rozanov’s curls while Lord Rozanov unbuttoned him.
“I have. Very much,” Lord Rozanov whispered before withdrawing.
“Remove your clothes. Get on bed,” Lord Rozanov said, voice rough and Shane glared.
“You remove your clothes,” he retaliated, already beginning to undress as Lord Rozanov chuckled.
“Of course. It is how you wish to celebrate new home, no?” he asked as he began to comply and Shane’s mouth watered, stopping mid removal of his own vest to watch.
Shane nodded, finally removing his own clothes and climbing backwards onto the bed. He should not enjoy the look in Lord Rozanov’s eyes as he prowled towards him and yet…
Lord Rozanov pressed down on him their cocks rubbing against one another in a way that had Shane arching up into Lord Rozanov as Lord Rozanov swallowed his groan. It was nearly too much. Shane had not felt pleasure like this before, not even when he quietly explored and touched himself in the dark of night alone in his cottage.
“More.” Shane hissed. He had seen filthy pamphlets before that spoke of lewd acts between two men. Had even experimented with a wooden phallus Rose had slyly left behind.
He wanted… everything.
“So demanding. Have you been touched here?” Lord Rozanov asked, resting his cheek on Shane’s chest and looking up at him as his finger swirled against Shane’s furled rim.
Shane made an embarrassing noise and nod, praying there was a vial left behind by Benedict as he fumbled around on the night stand. Lord Rozanov gave a pleased rumble, kissing Shane’s chest in a way that should not make Shane’s heart race. Shane smiled, pressing the vial into Lord Rozanov’s head as Lord Rozanov grumbled and took it, slicking a finger before pressing it into Shane. Shane shifted uncomfortably and Lord Rozanov bit his inner thigh (the cad) before kissing it. Before Shane could complain he was gasping as Lord Rozanov licked the head of his prick.
Shane moaned at the sensation of Lord Rozanov sucking at the sensitive head while gently working a finger in, hands lightly gripping Lord Rozanov’s curls as he panted. Another finger soon joined the first as Lord Rozanov pulled off with a lewd release of air.
“Alright?” Lord Rozanov asked and Shane squirmed.
“Yes. Keep going.” Shane said in a hoarse voice as Lord Rozanov hummed before swallowing down more of Shane’s manhood, beginning to bob up and down as his fingers crooked and- oh! This was-
Shane’s eyes flew open as his back bowed and he would have spilled his seed into Lord Rozanov’s mouth had he not firmly gripped the base of Shane’s cock.
“One more, yes? Still alright?” Lord Rozanov asked and Shane pulled back on Lord Rozanov’s curls so that Lord Rozanov could see Shane nod and what was sure to be a desperate look on Shane’s face.
“Okay, yes.” Lord Rozanov grunted, slipping another finger into Shane and stretching him as Shane writhed on the bed. Lord Rozanov withdrew his fingers and before Shane could protest, Shane was watching, transfixed as Lord Rozanov poured more oil on his rather impressive prick, stroking it several times with a satisfied sigh.
“Roll over, it will be-”
“I want to see you!” Shane said in a rush, his cheeks growing hot as Lord Rozanov gave him a long look before nodding hesitantly.
“Hold your knees up.” Lord Rozanov commanded and Shane complied without a second thought, his body only warming slightly from the embarrassment of him baring himself like this to his rival.
“Good boy.” Lord Rozanov purred as he took his cock in hand.
Shane hissed as Lord Rozanov nudged the thick, blunt head of his manhood against Shane’s entrance, pushing in gently. It was still nearly too much and Shane felt as if he may be split in two, but he was determined. He grit his teeth, controlling his breathing as Lord Rozanov pushed further in until he was hilted, flush against Shane and pressing their foreheads together as they shared the same breath. Lord Rozanov gave him a small smile, leaning in for a kiss as Shane sighed, beginning to relax with the large intrusion.
“Alright?” Lord Rozanov whispered, nosing at Shane while Shane hissed impatiently an affirmation.
And then Lord Rozanov drew back, his cock dragging against Shane’s inner walls before pressing back in with sure and steady strokes, pressing against that spot deep inside of Shane.
“More. Yes. Keep doing that.” Shane mewled, uncaring as he hooked his legs around Lord Rozanov’s back to pull him in deeper, trying to meet each of Lord Rozanov’s thrusts. If they did not meet again like this, Shane wanted to feel Lord Rozanov for days.
Lord Rozanov snarled, gripping Shane’s hips and pulling him onto Lord Rozanov’s cock as he sat back on his heels, the angle driving him deeper. Shane’s head swam with the intense, heady pleasure, gripping the sheets before grabbing his cock and stroking it in time with Lord Rozanov’s thrusts.
“I am-” Shane said with a choked off moan as he looked into Lord Rozanov’s burning eyes.
“Yes. Come. Lord Hollander.” Lord Rozanov grunted and Shane spilled over his stomach with a cry.
“Where?” Lord Rozanov asked frantically and Shane pulled him down for a dizzying kiss, tightening his legs around Lord Rozanov until Lord Rozanov gave a few erratic thrusts, spilling into him.
It would save Shane from doing laundry and while it was filthy, it would be exhilarating to be able to have this reminder.
The two of them traded lazy kisses as Lord Rozanov softened inside of him.
“I will see you on the dueling grounds, yes?” Lord Rozanov finally asked as his cock slipped from Shane. Shane scoffed and smirked.
“Yes. This changes nothing between us. I will be the Queen’s champion duelist.” Shane said, wondering if he misread the flicker of hurt in Lord Rozanov’s eyes before Lord Rozanov was looking down at him with a cocky grin.
“Good, but I would not be so sure with how slow you are.” Lord Rozanov said and Shane huffed before stealing one last kiss.
“To our rivalry then.”
“Yes, to our rivalry.
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An Offer From a Rival
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 2.7
Ship: Hollanov, Shane Hollander x Ilya Rozanov
Tags: Regency AU, Fencing Rivals, Rivals with Benefits, Anal, Bottom! Shane, Top! Ilya, Bridgerton Crossover and Fusion
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview:
Lord Hollander and Lord Rozanov are rival duelists in fencing and the talk of the Ton for their rivalry with even Lady Whistledown commenting. But after Benedict Bridgerton leaves Lord Hollander with an opportunity, could they be something more?
Dearest Gentle Reader, This author was quite taken aback by this spring’s Royal Fencing Exhibition as I am sure you all were by the display of what can only be described as a quite heated rivalry between Lords Rozanov and Hollander. Both are to be seen as prodigies and named The Academy’s most impressive duelists, with Lord Rozanov being invited to stay in England at the Queen’s behest, an action which seemed to only spur our Lord Hollander further on, as there are rumors that two have even engaged in the underground boxing arenas. While Lord Rozanov has hailed from a distant land, he has managed to certainly charm the eager young ladies and Mamas of the Ton, much to the displeasure of his male cohorts who in turn describe him in not so polite terms. And yet despite all odds, it seems that Lord Hollander and Lord Rozanov are evenly matched in dazzling society as well, with Lord Hollander the perfect gentleman and darling of society. One must ask themselves though, is it a rivalry, or perhaps something more? What caused this spark of hatred between them to duel so fiercely? Will there be a lucky lady for whom they shall duel over? This year’s season and the talk of the Ton will surely tell, and this author only hopes that Lords Rozanov and Hollander will be present at the first ball of the season so as to ascertain their intentions.
“It is alright, Shane.” His mama said, prying the Lady Whistledown papers from his hand.
How were they even out already? The season has not yet started.
Shane did not want that sort of attention on him. He merely wanted to be a champion fencer.
He gave his mother a tight smile and curt nod as their carriage arrived at the Bridgerton House where Lady Bridgerton was hosting a masquerade, and subsequently, the first ball of the social season.
He stepped out, adjusting his mask and indeed, much like Lady Whistledown, wondering if Lord Rozanov would also be in attendance.
As his luck would have it, Lord Rozanov was in attendance, in a golden suit of armor reminiscent of a gladiator. Shane tried not to stare as Lord Rozanov swept a lady around the dance floor with ease, grabbing the nearest wine glass to busy himself with. It was only a matter of time until he was expected to dance as well, especially given that Mr. Bridgerton did not appear to be in attendance yet. Shane jumped as hands clapped and squeezed his shoulders before relaxing as Lord Hayden Pike, his close friend, stepped around him.
“Will this finally be the season Lord Hollander marries?” Hayden teased and Shane made a non committal noise. He was not opposed to it, he merely wanted whoever he married to understand that fencing came first. That it was his passion. His calling. What he was born to do. He would perform his duties as society dictated just to be able to fence for as long as he could.
He wanted to let his mother set him up with the best match, but she was insistent on him at least finding a spark with someone.
“Best of luck, my friend, because the queen seems to have her eyes set on you.” Hayden said, rubbing his shoulder before grabbing another glass for Lady Pike. Shane swallowed as indeed the queen’s eyes were on him, a woman dressed as a pirate queen beside her. He relaxed a fraction when she shook her head, watching Lord Rozanov dance with a different partner before gritting his teeth, unsure where this emotion was coming from.
When the queen waved a hand in dismissal, looking around the room again, he smirked, Lord Rozanov raising a questioning brow.
“Might I request a dance before your mama sends the horde after you?” Lady Landry asked as Shane gave her a small smile and nod. He did not relish being in such close quarters with Lord Rozanov with this dance, but he was hard pressed to deny his dear friend. He had thought they could be something, once, but she had let him down gently after learning of his… peculiarities, and devoted herself to the stage.
Shane joined the throng of masked dancers with her, eyes finding Lord Rozanov’s across from him. As they each whirled their dance partners about the room, Shane swallowed, the intensity in Lord Rozanov’s eyes nearly too much. But, he would not back down from a challenge, and certainly never has against Lord Rozanov.
Not even when he was pinned under Lord Rozanov during their last boxing match.
It had only solidified this perverse yearning within him and he was determined to do something with it tonight, so he could better focus on fencing.
There was a lull in the music and Lord Rozanov jerked his head up to the balcony subtly. Shane kissed Rose’s hand and departed after grabbing a drink, only for Mr. Bridgerton to run into him.
“Oh, forgive me, I am so sorry. I was… ah, Lord Hollander! Just the man I was looking for,” Benedict Bridgerton said with a rogueish smile as Shane caught Lord Rozanov’s eyes narrowing from where he now stood on the balcony overlooking the dance floor.
Shane did not mind the Bridgertons, but never really familiarized himself with them, as they only participated in fencing lessons out of obligation and seemed to fear fencing against him. So it was surprising and suspicious that Benedict Bridgerton was looking for him. And if some of the rumors Rose had told him were true…
“Mr. Bridgerton?” Shane questioned as Benedict looked over Shane’s shoulder, seemingly captivated by someone. Benedict cleared his throat.
“I understand you are quite good with real estate and I was looking to ask for your advice. I am in need of selling my current residence and finding a more discreet abode, as my mother has taken to waking me up at quite frankly awful hours of the morning.” Benedict said and Shane blinked.
“Oh yes… certainly,” Shane said and Benedict gave a relieved sigh and smile before nearly panicking as the object of his intrigue seemed to be on the movement.
“I promise to make it worth your while,” Benedict said with a wink before moving quickly past Shane. Shane looked up with disappointment as Lord Rozanov was now whispering in a woman’s ear, back turned to Shane.
Unless it was a new fencing sword, Shane highly doubted that Benedict Bridgerton could make anything worth his while.
Shane was perhaps mistaken, as Benedict Bridgerton led him into a gentleman’s club he had never been to before. Not that he had been to very many aside from Mond’s for boxing purposes and one Hayden dragged him out to, but this was something else entirely, something completely bacchanalian. Throes of passion and hedonism surrounded him as no one batted an eye.
“I brought you here because they have the best wine, for which to celebrate our business, and you seem like a man who is quiet and discreet. So cheers to our new townhouses and away from prying eyes.” Benedict said, handing him a glass as Shane watched a man’s hand sneak down the trousers of another.
“Ah, yes, thank you. I am happy it worked out. I don’t have much use for that property and prefer my cottage in the countryside. Yours was in a better location, closer to the court’s dueling grounds, anyway,” Shane said after a sip, noting that it was in fact a very good wine, particularly light and fruity like he preferred to harder liquors.
He would avoid it all together to keep his body strong, if polite society did not dictate it.
“Wonderful. Please stay and make yourself comfortable. It is good to get out and be free spirited every once in a while and nothing here leaves these doors ever. I have a few people I must inquire with.” Benedict said, clapping Shane on the shoulder after draining his glass and leaving with another wink.
Shane swallowed the last of his, before freezing as he spotted Lord Rozanov across the room in a dark corner, ascot removed and his shirt so opened that Shane could see a gold crucifix laying between Lord Rozanov’s plump chest above a sinful trail of dark blonde curls as Lord Rozanov stared at him, swirling a glass of amber liquid.
Lord Rozanov smirked, trailing his free hand down to his trousers to cup the growing bulge as Shane's feet moved without thinking.
He wanted to touch, to feel, Lord Rozanov’s arousal. Maybe even to taste it.
But… not here.
“You like? Perhaps more?” Lord Rozanov drawled and Shane gave a tiny nod before leaning in close, heart thudding in excitement as he whispered the address of his recently acquired townhouse.
It was perfect. Discreet. Mr. Bridgerton had already moved his staff earlier that day but as far as everyone else was aware, Mr. Bridgerton still lived there. He could have Lord Rozanov come in quietly through the servant’s quarters and no one would be the wiser to their late night tryst.
Lord Rozanov stood, pressing in close to him with a quirk of his lips before leaving and straightening his jacket.
And Shane smiled to himself, letting the thrill of anticipation wash over him.
Shane sat on the settee in front of the dimly lit fireplace, glaring as he wondered if Lord Rozanov was not as serious as Shane had thought when the bastard came strolling in with a whistle.
“Waiting for me? Did you think I would not come?” Lord Rozanov asked in his deeply accented voice. Shane scoffed and rolled his eyes as Lord Rozanov trailed his knuckles against Shane’s cheek and Shane fought not to lean into it.
“Beautiful,” Lord Rozanov murmured and Shane’s breath hitched. Lord Rozanov smiled, tilting Shane’s chin up with his knuckle and descending upon him. Shane froze. They should not be doing this, whatever this is. Shane was meant to marry and they were meant to be great rivals.
But… he still wanted more.
Lord Rozanov’s tongue pressed against his lips and Shane finally acquiesced, opening his mouth with a moan. Lord Rozanov took the opportunity to delve deeper, pulling Shane close. Shane gasped as he felt the other man’s arousal against his own.
“Have you thought of this?” Lord Rozanov asked, moving to Shane’s neck and looking up at him with dark eyes of desire. Shane whimpered, refusing to answer as he dug his fingers into Lord Rozanov’s curls while Lord Rozanov unbuttoned him.
“I have. Very much,” Lord Rozanov whispered before withdrawing.
“Remove your clothes. Get on bed,” Lord Rozanov said, voice rough and Shane glared.
“You remove your clothes,” he retaliated, already beginning to undress as Lord Rozanov chuckled.
“Of course. It is how you wish to celebrate new home, no?” he asked as he began to comply and Shane’s mouth watered, stopping mid removal of his own vest to watch.
Shane nodded, finally removing his own clothes and climbing backwards onto the bed. He should not enjoy the look in Lord Rozanov’s eyes as he prowled towards him and yet…
Lord Rozanov pressed down on him their cocks rubbing against one another in a way that had Shane arching up into Lord Rozanov as Lord Rozanov swallowed his groan. It was nearly too much. Shane had not felt pleasure like this before, not even when he quietly explored and touched himself in the dark of night alone in his cottage.
“More.” Shane hissed. He had seen filthy pamphlets before that spoke of lewd acts between two men. Had even experimented with a wooden phallus Rose had slyly left behind.
He wanted… everything.
“So demanding. Have you been touched here?” Lord Rozanov asked, resting his cheek on Shane’s chest and looking up at him as his finger swirled against Shane’s furled rim.
Shane made an embarrassing noise and nod, praying there was a vial left behind by Benedict as he fumbled around on the night stand. Lord Rozanov gave a pleased rumble, kissing Shane’s chest in a way that should not make Shane’s heart race. Shane smiled, pressing the vial into Lord Rozanov’s head as Lord Rozanov grumbled and took it, slicking a finger before pressing it into Shane. Shane shifted uncomfortably and Lord Rozanov bit his inner thigh (the cad) before kissing it. Before Shane could complain he was gasping as Lord Rozanov licked the head of his prick.
Shane moaned at the sensation of Lord Rozanov sucking at the sensitive head while gently working a finger in, hands lightly gripping Lord Rozanov’s curls as he panted. Another finger soon joined the first as Lord Rozanov pulled off with a lewd release of air.
“Alright?” Lord Rozanov asked and Shane squirmed.
“Yes. Keep going.” Shane said in a hoarse voice as Lord Rozanov hummed before swallowing down more of Shane’s manhood, beginning to bob up and down as his fingers crooked and- oh! This was-
Shane’s eyes flew open as his back bowed and he would have spilled his seed into Lord Rozanov’s mouth had he not firmly gripped the base of Shane’s cock.
“One more, yes? Still alright?” Lord Rozanov asked and Shane pulled back on Lord Rozanov’s curls so that Lord Rozanov could see Shane nod and what was sure to be a desperate look on Shane’s face.
“Okay, yes.” Lord Rozanov grunted, slipping another finger into Shane and stretching him as Shane writhed on the bed. Lord Rozanov withdrew his fingers and before Shane could protest, Shane was watching, transfixed as Lord Rozanov poured more oil on his rather impressive prick, stroking it several times with a satisfied sigh.
“Roll over, it will be-”
“I want to see you!” Shane said in a rush, his cheeks growing hot as Lord Rozanov gave him a long look before nodding hesitantly.
“Hold your knees up.” Lord Rozanov commanded and Shane complied without a second thought, his body only warming slightly from the embarrassment of him baring himself like this to his rival.
“Good boy.” Lord Rozanov purred as he took his cock in hand.
Shane hissed as Lord Rozanov nudged the thick, blunt head of his manhood against Shane’s entrance, pushing in gently. It was still nearly too much and Shane felt as if he may be split in two, but he was determined. He grit his teeth, controlling his breathing as Lord Rozanov pushed further in until he was hilted, flush against Shane and pressing their foreheads together as they shared the same breath. Lord Rozanov gave him a small smile, leaning in for a kiss as Shane sighed, beginning to relax with the large intrusion.
“Alright?” Lord Rozanov whispered, nosing at Shane while Shane hissed impatiently an affirmation.
And then Lord Rozanov drew back, his cock dragging against Shane’s inner walls before pressing back in with sure and steady strokes, pressing against that spot deep inside of Shane.
“More. Yes. Keep doing that.” Shane mewled, uncaring as he hooked his legs around Lord Rozanov’s back to pull him in deeper, trying to meet each of Lord Rozanov’s thrusts. If they did not meet again like this, Shane wanted to feel Lord Rozanov for days.
Lord Rozanov snarled, gripping Shane’s hips and pulling him onto Lord Rozanov’s cock as he sat back on his heels, the angle driving him deeper. Shane’s head swam with the intense, heady pleasure, gripping the sheets before grabbing his cock and stroking it in time with Lord Rozanov’s thrusts.
“I am-” Shane said with a choked off moan as he looked into Lord Rozanov’s burning eyes.
“Yes. Come. Lord Hollander.” Lord Rozanov grunted and Shane spilled over his stomach with a cry.
“Where?” Lord Rozanov asked frantically and Shane pulled him down for a dizzying kiss, tightening his legs around Lord Rozanov until Lord Rozanov gave a few erratic thrusts, spilling into him.
It would save Shane from doing laundry and while it was filthy, it would be exhilarating to be able to have this reminder.
The two of them traded lazy kisses as Lord Rozanov softened inside of him.
“I will see you on the dueling grounds, yes?” Lord Rozanov finally asked as his cock slipped from Shane. Shane scoffed and smirked.
“Yes. This changes nothing between us. I will be the Queen’s champion duelist.” Shane said, wondering if he misread the flicker of hurt in Lord Rozanov’s eyes before Lord Rozanov was looking down at him with a cocky grin.
“Good, but I would not be so sure with how slow you are.” Lord Rozanov said and Shane huffed before stealing one last kiss.
“To our rivalry then.”
“Yes, to our rivalry.
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A Husband's Duty
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 1.7
Ship: Kotohina, Kotoyuki x Hinako, Hinako x Kotoyuki
Tags: Pegging, Fog World Sex, Voyeurism (from the monsters), Dubcon (from the Fox God), Top! Hinako, Bottom! Kotoyuki, Sub! Kotoyuki
CW: CW: Sort of a twist on "The Fox Wets Its Tail" and "True Ending, only dubcon for the fact that the Fox God is like if you two don't bang I'm destroying this whole town but it's actually very sweet.
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview:
A husband's duty is to make his wife happy, Kotoyuki will do absolutely anything to make his happy and save them both from the wrath of a god.
Ahusband’s duty, no, his duty is to make his would-be wife happy. It is all he has been looking forward to these long years, so why now, why he was so close, was everything falling apart?
The Fox God simmered angrily beneath his skin as his brilliant and strong Hinako raised her pipe. If he did not act quickly, the consequences would be not only disastrous for them, but also for Ebisugaoka. Already in the world outside of the fog he could sense that those who had gathered for the wedding ceremony were growing uneasy.
“Hinako… please.. there is another way.” Kotoyuki whispered, holding his hands up and cursing the fox mask on his face that kept him from showing his sincerity to her.
She hesitated, looking at him with wide eyes before shaking her head viciously.
“No! I want to spread my wings and fly wherever I want to go.” She cried out and Kotoyuki let out a whimper as blue spirit flames began to lick at his feet and the Fox God began to emerge. Hinako recoiled, stepping back.
The ceremony must be fulfilled or your pitiful town will perish. I have given you everything. The Fox God rumbled.
A shadowy figure emerged from Hinako, clad in bridal wear and spider lilies, towering above her in warning.
I shall make you my wife yet. Abandon your world and submit. The Fox God roared as Kotoyuki struggled to his feet, ignoring the pain. It would be worth it if he could keep her safe.
“She does not have to submit… but I will.” Kotoyuki said, bowing and looking at Hinako pleadingly as the candles flickered around them as if holding their breath.
Hmmm… very well… show her… The Fox God hissed before laying down and settling in to watch.
“I don’t understand.” Hinako whimpered, trembling and readying her pipe as Kotoyuki exhaled.
“I am simply a man in love. Please, Hinako, let me save us. I will willingly give myself to you and you may take me, however you wish.” Kotoyuki said, kneeling before her as she lowered her pipe, the monster behind her cocking its head in interest.
“How?” She asked and Kotoyuki grimaced, not knowing how to explain the strange, forbidden texts he once found in the manor. The illustrations in the scrolls had aroused him for so long, it was all he had thought of when he learned he would be wed to her. So much had been out of his control. If he could get this one pleasure, to have her take him and lie with him like a man, he would be happy.
The Fox God chuckled and a scroll appeared at the foot of the stairs, rolling eerily to stop at Hinako’s feet. She picked it up and gasped.
“This is… truly?” She asked in a small voice, dazed as her eyes darted over the illustrations.
“Yes. I want you to be in control. Dominate me. Use me. Just… love me.” Kotoyuki pleaded as the Fox God laughed behind him.
What a weak way to charm your bride to be. The Fox God snarled, tails curling behind him.
“Don’t laugh! I’ll do it!” Hinako screamed, before stiffening as the bridal monster, Shiromuku, lowered its large hand to reveal a crimson phallus with ribbons and bells attached.
Kotoyuki swallowed as red spider lilies bloomed under her feet while glowing blue orbs floated overhead. He jolted as he felt a strange, electric current suddenly flood through him, looking to the Fox God who smiled menacingly. Kotoyuki’s cock which had been stirring with anticipation, was suddenly hard and throbbing, his thick ceremonial clothes struggling to hide it as he felt his hole begin to relax. He took a steadying breath, trying to smile encouragingly at Hinako, her eyes moving wildly behind her fox mask as she slid the phallus into place, tying it around her hips.
The bells jingled as she approached him and he laid down in the patch of spider lilies that bloomed against the steps. She sucked in a breath, kneeling and looming over him as she used the arm that was given to her to support herself.
“If it hurts…” She whispered.
“You are worth it.” Kotoyuki said simply, undoing the front of his kimono and baring himself to her. He wished he could see her bare before him as true husband and wife, but he understood her need for armor.
The Shiromuku knelt behind Hinako, black and red ichor misting off of the monstrous form as they silently waited.
“I… can I touch it?” Hinako asked and Kotoyuki smiled at how flustered she was becoming.
“My body is yours.” He said and gasped at her featherlight touch against his cockhead. She hesitated, withdrawing her hand and Kotoyuki let out a soft sigh.
“It felt good.” He whispered and she touched it again, his cock jumping beneath her palm as she carefully cradled it.
“I think mine is much bigger, but perhaps it is this strange other world.” Hinako said, seemingly to herself. Kotoyuki felt himself growing hot as with his heightened senses as the clan’s heir, he scented her arousal.
All he wanted was to make her feel good. If he could manage that and save them, he could die happy.
He spread his legs encouragingly, mewling when he felt a strange slickness begin to leak from his entrance, the Fox God snickering.
“Please, Hinako. I need you.” Kotoyuki whimpered, unbearably hot as he felt the spider lilies caress him, crimson vines wrapping sensually around his wrists as the Shiromuku rippled.
“Okay… I don’t know how, but…” Hinako said, gripping the phallus and clumsily guiding it to his slick hole. Kotoyuki moaned at the foreign intrusion as the Fox God sent a small, pulsing shockwave through the shrine, shuddering as well. Emboldened, Hinako pushed deeper, until she was panting into Kotoyuki’s open mouth.
“Hinako… please… will you kiss me?” Kotoyuki keened desperately, cursing the fox masks that kept them separated. Hinako gave a shaky nod, tilting her head, the cool metal of the mask grazing his heated cheek as she kissed the bottom of his lip. He let out a sigh of content, clenching around the phallus buried deep within him and tilting his head up slightly, seeking more of her comfort. She slowly gave it, watching him with unblinking eyes as she moved her hips back, pulling out on accident. The Fox God growled and she snarled back at them, teeth bared and Kotoyuki became even more desperate to have her. She guided the phallus back in, starting a clumsy, jerking rhythm as Kotoyuki wrapped his legs around her, desperate to have her closer.
“Is this alright?” She asked and Kotoyuki moaned and nodded, staring into her eyes that were brighter in the candlelight.
“You’re perfect, Hinako. You’ve done so well.” Kotoyuki praised before crying out and arching his back as she hit a spot so deep in him he swore.
Such a foul mouth from the young master and heir. See how you move us, Bride?
“Yes.” Hinako said with breathless wonder. “I like seeing you lose control like this. To know I am the one doing this to you.”
Kotoyuki arched against his restraints, his cock catching on her skirt as she thrust against that spot again before kissing him wildly. She nipped at his lips and he opened his lips to her, letting her explore.
“Kotoyuki… Kotoyuki…” Hinako chanted before looking at him sharply. “Let go.” She commanded and he was helpless but to obey. Thick white ropes splattered between them as Kotoyuki cried out over and over again, mind swimming with pleasure and only the thought of her.
He slumped against the stairs, eyes unseeing as the blue orbs floated overhead for a minute, the ringing of the bells on her hips still in his ears.
Clean her. Our bride. Our mate. The Fox God demanded and Kotoyuki whimpered, the vines slithering away.
“Hinako. Here. Please. Let me taste you. Feast upon you.” Kotoyuki chanted in a daze, raising his hands up.
“I will be so good to you. Just, please… let me take care of you like you did your poor excuse for a husband. I’m begging you.” Kotoyuki whispered and Hinako pulled out, trembling as she stood on shaky legs.
She said nothing, only gasping when the vines tore the phallus from her as well as her underwear and nudged her forward until she was straddling his face, looking down at him nervously. Kotoyuki groaned, pulling her closer, entranced and enchanted by the scent of her. Clumsily he licked at her slick and swollen center, his mask bumping against her bud in a way that made her quiver and cry out loudly. Cautiously she slid against his tongue, lifting her skirt to see better and watch him as he stared up at her, his eyes burning with the intensity of their glow and the innate power from the Fox God. He lapped at her, drunk on the scent and taste of her as she whimpered and mewled.
“It’s dirty.” She whispered and he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
“You are never dirty and I will happily devote myself to you if you only keep saying my name. That is all I ask of you.” Kotoyuki whispered before using his hands to part her folds, delving his tongue into her entrance to better collect her sweet nectar.
“Kotoyuki. Kotoyu-KI! Ah!” Hinako cried out, moving her hips in a frenzy as the shrine began to shake. She quivered around him as he drowned in her.
She pulled off of him, sitting on his chest, heaving and looking down on him and he never wanted to be anywhere else.
“What now?” She asked, getting up to kneel beside him as he sat up with a smile.
“That is entirely up to you. Whatever you decide, My Love, I am in yours.” Kotoyuki said, sucking in a hopeful breath as she held one of his.
“Then I am in your hands as well, Husband. Treat me well.” Hinako said, the Shiromuku dissipating behind her as Kotoyuki’s mask fell.
“I swear it, Beloved. You shall want for nothing and be able to fly high.” Kotoyuki vowed, trembling when Hinako leaned in to kiss him and cup his bare face.
You have done your duty and the ritual is complete. The Fox God rumbled, fading away as chunks of the ceiling of the shrine began to fall around them, revealing the first rays of dawn piercing through the fog.
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Harry Potter and the Search For The Perfect Prick
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 2.1K
Ship: Drarry
Event: @hp-kinktober-2025 Day 24: Ministry of Magic/Cursed Object
Tags: Crack, PWP, Macro/Micro, Cursebreaker! Draco, Auror! Harry
CW: Everything in the tags and I would say more dominant/top leaning Harry
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview:
It had started when they were in their Eighth year at Hogwarts. Harry had found Malfoy in the Restricted Section of the library and thinking Malfoy was up to no good again and hoping he wasn’t, he investigated. Only to find to his surprise, Malfoy looking at some rather naughty spellbooks. Spellbooks on sex magic. It had turned into a competition of sorts, to see who could find the best sex spell or object, as they later expanded their competition. And sure, they've seen each other, but only to test each other’s new finds. It didn't mean anything.
They had rules to these experiments.
During their experiments, the other could watch, but not touch and while it had been cute and exhilarating at first, now into their fifth year of experiments and having partnered sometimes at The Ministry, it was driving Harry a bit mad.
It was why he was on the search for it, the perfect prick to satisfy Malfoy with such that Harry could secretly break it and Malfoy would be forced to rely on Harry for release and hopefully more, like snogging and cuddling.
I've finally found it!” Harry crowed as he dropped the paper bag on Malfoy’s desk, Malfoy hissing and giving him a dirty look.
“Is it your sanity? Because I highly doubt that you just now found it. There are dangerous curse objects here you Prat. Oh wait, I forgot, you’re perfect Potter.” Malfoy sneered as Harry grinned.
“That’s right. Especially now. Open it.” Harry said, eager for Malfoy’s reaction. It never failed to make his day, Malfoy’s ridiculous, over the top reactions.
Maybe that was why he kept antagonizing Malfoy so much. Oh sure, they had gotten over their school boy rivalry. Hard to keep up after the war and what they faced and done during it. But Harry took a perverse pleasure in seeing Malfoy squirm and get so riled up.
Which is why he may or may not be doing something quite heroic right now. He shouldn’t have to be a Golden Boy all of the time. In fact, he should get to have fun himself. He had even gone and made sure Malfoy had finished all of his current cases when he brought over this fun little object. It would serve the prideful git right for insulting Harry Jr. last week.
It had started when they were in their Eighth year at Hogwarts. Harry had found Malfoy in the Restricted Section of the library and thinking Malfoy was up to no good again and hoping he wasn’t, he investigated. Only to find to his surprise, Malfoy looking at some rather naughty spellbooks. Spellbooks on sex magic. It had turned into a competition of sorts, to see who could find the best sex spell or object, as they later expanded their competition. And sure, they've seen each other, but only to test each other’s new finds. It didn't mean anything.
They had rules to these experiments.
Even if Harry had to admit that last transfiguration of Malfoy’s with the beads was rather brilliant.
Malfoy glared at him in suspicion, like it hadn’t been his idea in the first place, and reluctantly pulled out the shimmering golden dildo that was in the bright pink bag tied with a ridiculous amount of ribbons and tulle. Malfoy sniffed, inspecting it lightly.
“Not bad, but it is rather plain. What’s so special about it?” Malfoy asked and Harry tried to ignore the excited twitch his cock gave in his trousers as Malfoy lightly stroked the shaft, squeezing the silicone of the prick and humming at its hardness. It was smaller than Harry’s cock in his opinion, but it was oh so very distracting in Draco’s slender fingers.
During their experiments, the other could watch, but not touch and while it had been cute and exhilarating at first, now into their fifth year of experiments and having partnered sometimes at The Ministry, it was driving Harry a bit mad.
It was why he was on the search for it, the perfect prick to satisfy Malfoy with such that Harry could secretly break it and Malfoy would be forced to rely on Harry for release and hopefully more, like snogging and cuddling. Perhaps not one of his most well thought out plans, but it’s not like he could consult Hermione, so here he was with his dirty little secret.
And after this, Malfoy would never say Harry’s cock could never be good enough.
“Press the bottom. Picked it up from a muggleshop.” Harry said.
Which was only half true. Indeed one of the owners was a muggle, but his partners were wicked witches and all too happy to help Harry with his request when he found the odd little sex shop tucked away in a back alley. The yellow brick floor had been a bit jarring, leading him to bright pink and green shelves filled with every sex toy imaginable.
“I’ve found this one to be quite helpful in getting people to their right size.” The one with a strange green tint to her skin said with a smirk as she gave Harry the golden dildo, the other witch in a pink monstrosity giggling and sighing about true love breaking the curse, and Harry was all too eager to see what she meant.
“It vibrates? We’ve already found a spell for that. Really, do keep up, Potter.” Malfoy said as the dildo shook in his hand, buzzing and twitching.
That is, until a golden light burst from the tip, showering Malfoy.
Malfoy shrieked and Harry sucked in a breath as suddenly Malfoy disappeared under his robes.
Bugger. He had only meant to prank Malfoy, not kill the bloke.
He quickly knelt, sorting through Malfoy’s robes until a stinging hex hit him and he was hissing, shaking his hand only to reveal a very small, very angry, and very naked Malfoy staring up at him.
Oh, this was too good, and the witch’s comments made a lot more sense now.
Harry grinned, offering up his palm to Malfoy who flipped him off, refusing to step on it.
Malfoy’s office was in the bowels of the Ministry, and most of his colleagues had already gone home. It was perfect.
“Come on, don’t be like that. You wanted to try everything and you have to admit, this is exciting. Unless you’re scared, Malfoy?” Harry teased as Malfoy rolled his eyes and brandished the golden dildo still in his hands, threatening to lob it at Harry’s head.
“You must think this is so funny, don’t you Potter? Even being turned into that damn ferret was better than this. Been hanging around Hagrid too much I think and developed some sort of new kink, have you?” Malfoy sneered and Harry shifted on his knees, a bit uncomfortable now.
The idea of a pocket sized Malfoy he could keep out of trouble was fun at first, but if Malfoy-Draco was truly upset, well then he’s probably bollocksed himself out of any sort of actual relationship with him now hasn’t he.
“Mal… Draco… if you don’t want to do anything, they said the curse will wear off in a day.” Harry said, not mentioning true love would reverse it sooner. He was already in enough trouble as it is.
Draco looked up at him with wide eyes at the use of his first name, something Harry rarely did. Harry thinks he might have muttered it once when he was absolutely drunk off Firewhiskey and the thrill of not only solving a case, but having found a spell that let them feel each other’s shared pleasure, but Draco had acted like it never happened the next day so there was that.
“I… I think you should make it up to me, Potter.” Draco said, lifting his chin and taking a large, defiant step into Harry’s palm. Harry lifted his brows, bringing Draco up closer to his face in vague amusement, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Oh? And how should I do that?” Harry asked, a touch breathless, Draco flushing pink all over in an endearing way, his pale fringe falling in his eyes.
“Touch me. For the experiment, of course, and your own perversion.” Draco muttered, his arms still crossed as Harry swallowed hard.
“Really?” He couldn’t help but ask, a hopeful smile blooming across his face. Draco looked taken aback for a moment before rolling his eyes.
“Yes. I wouldn’t have said so otherwise. You’re an idiot, but I suppose I trust you.” Draco said, his ears now a burning bright red and Harry scarcely knew where to begin. He’s been thinking about touching Draco for longer than he’s cared to admit.
“Could you, um…” Harry said his throat dry as Draco smirked, uncrossing his arms and dropping the dildo, reclining against Harry’s fingers as if he were precious treasure, a tiny, god-like, delicate marble statue in Harry’s palm. Draco spread his legs, his slender cock on display and leaking against his stomach as he dragged a hand down his chest, tweaking a pert, pink nipple as he went teasingly.
“Yeah… that.” Harry said, licking his lips and watching. Had Draco picked up on how much Harry liked watching him? Or was he just being an arrogant, beautiful little prick? Probably both, but Harry didn’t mind.
“So eloquent our savior is.” Draco tutted, plucking at his nipple with one hand, the other cupping his balls and rolling them.
Harry huffed, dragging his index finger up Draco’s cock, hardly any bigger than his fingernail, and applying a hint of pressure, causing Draco to twitch in his palm and cry out.
“Oh… that’s…” Draco sucked in a ragged breath and Harry smirked.
“Now who is eloquent?” Harry teased and Draco tried to glare and failed as Harry held Draco’s cock between his thumb and forefinger, completely engulfing it as he stroked it, causing Draco to moan loudly and shudder.
Harry watched Draco, around the size of his wand handle if he were honest, writhing under Harry’s touch, giving tiny, delicious moans that would haunt Harry forever, far better than the other sounds haunting him. And at that thought, Harry was seized with the urge to kiss Draco. To lick him. Possess him. Mark Draco as Harry’s for the world to see.
Harry raised Draco to his lips, kissing him with a soft press as Draco gasped and moaned. Emboldened, Harry peppered kisses over Draco’s petite form until he was at Draco’s cock, sucking it into his mouth. Draco wailed, thrusting against Harry’s lips as Harry sucked and sucked until Draco’s tiny prick jerked against his tongue, a few bitter drops splattering in Harry’s mouth. Harry pulled off, licking his lips as Draco panted, giving him a dazed look and slumping against Harry’s palm, nearly cumming at the sight.
“Give me a mo’ and-” Draco said, trying to catch his breath as Harry undid his pants with his free hand, roughly jerking his cock. He thumbed the slit as Draco tried to stand on wobbly legs before kneeling and looking down and watching Harry. Harry had always gotten a thrill when Draco watched him test the new spells and now when he had him in the palm of his hand, it was even hotter.
“You’re always so rough. No finesse.” Draco muttered and Harry let out a breathless laugh.
“You want to give it a go then?” Harry asked, hand gripping his cock as the other lowered Draco down to it.
“Tch… of course. Fair is fair and it’s still not big enough.” Draco said and Harry rolled his eyes fondly before groaning as Draco wrapped his body around Harry’s cock, crawling over Harry’s fingers to bend and lap at Harry’s leaking tip.
“Hnnng… fuck, Draco, I-” Harry grunted, mesmerised by the sight of Draco lapping at the slit and grinding against Harry’s cock, Draco’s ass splayed open.
It wasn’t quite enough, but the sight alone had Harry’s balls drawing up and tightening until he was trembling.
“Draco, I’m-” Harry tried to warn as his cock began to twitch. Draco tightened his hold, uncaring that Harry’s cum was now getting in his face and hair and now his desk.
Before Harry could say anything, a bright light shone on Draco and he now had a lapful of Draco at his normal size. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, fixing him with a dirty look.
“That desk is pure mahogany and now you’ve ruined it.” Draco scolded as Harry gave him an apologetic look and tried to wipe the cum off Draco’s cheek and out of his hair. Draco rolled his eyes, leaning back to grab his wand and muttering a quick cleaning spell.
“Did I ruin things, then?” Harry asked, leaning in close to Draco to see what he would do, to see if Draco would kiss him.
“Mmm perhaps not, Harry. But, I require three things first now that we’ve broken the rules of our experiments, because I know exactly where you got this from and why this happened, so don’t think yourself too clever now.” Draco said as Harry’s heart fluttered at the use of his name, hope taking flight in his chest.
“Of course.” Harry said with a breathless anticipation that had Draco smirking.
“One, you buy me a new desk and we move this one to my flat. Two, we are officially dating now. I expect non sexual gifts every Friday and dinner with Mother on Sundays, along with a few photo ops for the presses. And sex whenever I want. And the third, it’s your turn to be in the palm of my hand.” Draco said and Harry grinned, kissing Draco and causing him to make an embarrassing noise.
“Deal, but only if you admit I have the perfect prick, because I already am in the palm of your hand.”
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Tale as Old as Time
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 4.3K
Ship: Feysand, Feyre x Rhys, Feyre/Rhysand
Event: @officialfeysandweek Feysand Week 2025 Day 7: Family
Tags: Crack, Fluff, Humor, Rhys POV retelling of ACOTAR, Sassy Rhys, Rhys turned into small dragon crow thing that wants to be Feyre's pet and special boy. Feysand Beauty and the Beast AU, Calanmai, Spring Court
CW: Everything in the tags and this is just meant to be a fun, sassy, and cracky rewrite of book one. Amarantha is Amarantha but Feyre doesn't go under the mountain so minimal pain. And Rhys only lightheartedly bashes Tamlin because well they are them.
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: When Amarantha turns Rhysand into a small, helpless version of his beast form, he flees, right into the arms of his mate. Only to have to bear witness to Tamlin's horrible attempts at getting her to fall in love with him while Rhysand is reduced to Feyre's pet crow. Cauldron help them.
As for what tiny creature Rhys looks like I picture him as a tiny version of this with a lizard/dragon body and about the size of your forearm so do with it what you will and enjoy!
Why yes, that is me getting thrown in the air like a lizard by my suspected mate. How kind of you to notice!
Not quite how I expected meeting her and finding out she wasn’t just flashes of hallucinations from under the mountain or desperate dreams, but then I wasn’t expecting to be turned into … this either.
Fucking Amarantha. That bitch.
Oh, Rhysand! Come here while I test a new spell to tame Tamlin’s beast when he finally joins us. Oh, isn’t that a shame! You’re so cute and tiny and useless now. Hope you can out run the Attor.
Well guess what bitch, I can, even in this form and without my powers. I flew hard and fast over the Wall, the Attor hissing behind me and unable to slip through. Haha.
Of course I hadn’t been paying attention when I barrelled into the hunter who was standing over the corpse of a wolf, smacking into her face as she let out a shriek, grabbing me and flinging me against a tree, which ouch… but also fair.
She was thankfully out of arrows, but she somehow managed to find a large rock in the snow, holding it above me and staring at me in confusion. I gave a pitiful whine, trying to look small and harmless.
Please don’t smash me with a rock. Please don’t smash me with a rock. Please don’t smash me with a rock.
Mother, look at what I was reduced to. The most powerful High Lord in Prythian cowering like an animal. How did Tamlin even stand to live with himself?
“You’re an ugly, pathetic thing. What even are you? A diseased crow? A Fae Lizard? Not enough meat on your bones for even jerky.” The human muttered and I stared up at her, incredibly affronted.
Ugly?!?! Pathetic!?!? I might be in a smaller version of my beast form but I was still Rhysand, the most handsome high lord. And I like to be eaten, but not like that. Poor human must not have good eyes. What a pity for the girl of my dreams to have ruined her eyes with shoddy paints and senses with toxic fumes.
“Go on, get. I’ve had enough bloodshed tonight.” She said, kicking snow at me as I scrambled away and flew up into the tree, watching as she skinned the- oh… that was… one of Tamlin’s sentries. How unfortunate and foolish.
This was how he intended to break the curse? What an idiot. Oh yes, kidnap a human girl and hope she falls in love with me while being imprisoned! Yipee!
She dragged the kill behind her and I followed her, gliding from tree to tree, wondering how I was going to get myself out of this mess.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Oh hello Tamlin. Just as much of a brute as ever I see. Yes, yes, swiping at the poor girl will definitely get her to declare her love for you! It’s your fault you’re in this mess in the first place! Way to wait until the last second to try and save yourself and your court.
It was bad enough I had to watch the girl roll around in the hay with that pathetic village boy and now I have to see this display? And treaty? Oh I bet you think you’re clever.
If only I had been in his shoes and not reduced to Amarantha’s plaything, this would have already been over, but no. And now I’ll have to watch them to see if Tamlin will actually break the spell. Maybe then after he kills Amarantha, I will return to normal. It might just be my only chance.
I darted into the hood of her cloak as she wrapped it around herself and followed Tamlin out into the snow.
And maybe this bravely bold and defiant girl would save us all.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Tamlin is a wonderful host as always and even I wouldn’t mind eating some of this. The girl had yet to say anything to me, despite knowing I was clinging to her back and hiding. When Tamlin offered for her to live elsewhere, I poked her with one of my claws, hoping she would leave.
“And be eaten or attacked? No thank you. And would it not violate your so-called terms of this treaty?” She snarled as Tamlin growled, Lucien staring at them tensely.
On one hand, get him! Bite back against the bastard. On the other, get the fuck out of here so Tamlin doesn’t get his hands on me. I enjoyed her fight, but I could not risk discovery yet.
“This scrawny thing killed Andras? And this is where the magic led you? Mother help us. She will kill us in our sleep. You’ve got your work cut out for you.” Lucien said as the girl hissed, hands tightening on her silverware as if she meant to stab them with the fork. I would pay quite handsomely to see that, actually.
“Feyre, will do no such thing, so behave, Lucien.” Tamlin said and Feyre, this stubborn and feisty young mortal that was perhaps my mate, stiffened. Lucien bowed and gave a few false pleasantries before escaping, Tamlin summoning a maid to show Feyre to her room. Feyre refused the maid’s help with the bathroom, locking the door behind her before ripping me off of her back, holding me by the neck.
Normally, I might enjoy this sort of thing from her, but in this form she might try and drown me. Given that I was only roughly the size of her forearm, I wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.
“Why have you followed me here? Isn’t this your home? I have no food, and you must not be that injured. Go, now. Or are you some sort of pervert?” Feyre said, dropping me out the window as I gave an affronted hiss, my wings flapping rapidly to keep me aloft.
One, the idea of the Spring Court being my home made me want to vomit. Two, I was trying to save us. And three, stop being so mean to me! My poor feathers are beyond ruffled and this is already embarrassing enough.
If only I had my powers.
I nuzzled her hand, looking up at her with my dazzling violet eyes, letting out a rumbling purr, trying to beseech her.
She gave me an unimpressed look.
Mother save me.
Cassian and Azriel can never know. Those bastards would never let me live it down.
“I don’t know why I’m even talking to you… I am going crazy. This is all too much.” She said, the fight leaving her as her shoulders sagged and she sank to the floor. I gave a mournful coo, licking the tears that fell from her cheeks and curling against her neck.
“Pervert.” She muttered, giving a wet laugh. “But maybe I can actually have a friend in this place. Protect me and don’t try to kill me and I’ll help you.” She finally said and I gave a sharp grin as I felt the embers of bargain magic stirring in my gut.
I will do all that and more, Feyre Darling. I cooed in her mind, watching as a circle of stars appeared on her collarbone and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
Wait, you can hear me?
“You can talk? What are you?” She hissed, tearing me off her shoulder and shaking me.
Oh the humility.
It must be the bargain magic, but yes, I can talk. Hello Feyre, I am Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court. The most handsome and powerful male in all of Prythian I might add, not pathetic or ugly. I’m just in a bit of a situation… I’ve had a spell placed on me. I said, half of me wondering if it was the bargain magic that allowed her to understand me, or if it was Cauldron Fuckery. Either way, go me and suck it TamTam, we must be destined mates. I win again. It’s so good to be me.
“And why did you follow me? Have you imprinted on me, or are you going to bathe in my blood to change back?” She said, squeezing me.
No, Feyre Darling. I would not harm you nor can I with the bargain magic. Look at your breast and think of what you said. I followed you, because you are a fighter and our only hope.
And I might be totally in love with you and mated to you.
“Pervert.” She muttered, looking down at her collarbone, pulling down her shirt slightly to look at the circle of stars now tattooed just above her left breast. Was that her favorite word? Cute. She’ll fit right in with my family.
“Okay… First sleep… then… I need to figure out what to do with my family… I promised my mother they would be cared for. Crazy crow lizards can be dealt with later.” She mumbled and rude.
I watched her create a trap by her door and settle into bed, haunted. I curled up next to her, bopping her nose with my tail before she huffed and rolled over.
I settled in to watch over and protect this brilliant little fighter, wondering what her plan would be for tomorrow.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Your hair is clean? Your hair is clean?!?! By the Cauldron, Tamlin isn’t just bad with females, he’s even more of a moron than I thought.
We’re doomed.
I was curled in a rosebush outside the open window of the dining room, listening to this painfully awful conversation, having slipped out of Feyre’s room as her maid nearly got caught in her contraption.
“What do you want with me? Please, let me go. My family won’t survive without me.” She pleaded and my heart ached for her, for being caught up in this mess of a world.
“I told you, you are free to do as you wish, live where you wish. Your family is alive and well cared for now. Unless you have a husband to return to or some other suitor or lover?” Tamlin hedged. Wow so subtle. You definitely need Lucien as your emissary.
“No… if that’s the case… is there perhaps a nearby cottage I can reside in.” Feyre asked, playing with her knife. Tamlin growled, claws digging into his chair.
“Yes… Lucien will show you to it. It is on the outskirts, formerly our court painter’s cottage before he left us.” Tamlin grit out and I cocked my head as Feyre seemed to brighten slightly. I had seen her painting in my visions… Once I am back to normal, I will buy her all the paint in Prythian. Also, the painter did indeed leave, to Velaris and is settled in the Rainbow. Another victory over Tamlin. To be fair, it’s not hard and I would have left his court too. No one would want to paint that ugly beast.
Perhaps I can inspire Feyre with a few supplies left over.
“But know this, should you cross back over the Wall and leave Prythian, your family will be in danger. Now eat.” Tamlin said and Feyre bared her teeth before slowly digging in.
Fucking bastard.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
The cottage did indeed have a few leftover art supplies, Feyre touching them reverently after Lucien said they were hers. I let her have a few moments in her new home, ignoring the ache in my chest as I thought of the cabin in my homeland, and flew to perch on a large canvas. She eyed me warily.
“Was what he said about my family true?” She asked and I hummed.
I would imagine so. Tamlin would have modified their memories and set them up with quite a bit of money. I can check on them, if you’d like? I offered and she gave me a small, relieved smile.
“Please. They mean everything to me.” She said and I bobbed my head.
I understand. I have a family I am eager to get back to as well. Is there anything you would like me to bring you?
“Weapons if you can find them. A bow and a quiver of arrows at least. And some daggers. I imagine you can’t touch ash arrows?” She asked and I shuddered.
I can try to wrap some in cloth and carry them. It may take a few days. Will you be alright until then?
“Yes… thank you, Rhysand.” She said and I wish I could smile and not terrify her in this form.
My pleasure, Feyre Darling. Although, call me Rhys. Rhysand is what my enemies call me, and I hope that we are not enemies.
“No… as long as you don’t violate our bargain, Rhys.” She said and I flew around her head in a circle before headbutting her and flying off, for once, giddy.
She called me Rhys!
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“Thank you.” Feyre said when I had returned in a week with the weapons, struggling to drag them through the window, and letting out a panicked shriek as the singular ash arrow I stole nearly became unwrapped. She grabbed it all, giving me a little laugh and patting my head.
“It seems you’re not all that bad.” She said and I was caught between preening and pouting.
Your family thinks that you are caring for a wealthy, sick, old aunt and are currently living in an estate with servants and quite a bit of food. Your father seemed to be walking better and your sisters were clean and happy, I promise.
Feyre’s smile faded and she hugged herself, looking out the window. I nuzzled her cheek, trying to comfort her as best I could with the setting sun.
Damn Amarantha and damn Tamlin.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“Papa?” Feyre called as she ran out the cottage and I flew after her, biting her nightgown and trying to pull her back.
Feyre darling, that’s not your father. It’s a Puca. Tamlin is doing a shit job patrolling. Come back inside and get your daggers. I urged, flapping my wings with all my might as she froze and the Puca, masquerading as her father turned around with a sickening grin.
She ran back inside, slamming the door, and pressing against it with her dagger, as I brought her another. I curled on her shoulder, poised to attack until we heard Tamlin roar and chase it off. He prowled around the cottage for a few long minutes as I darted into her lap to hide.
“Feyre, are you alright?” He called from outside the door.
“Yes! Thank you! I’m indecent!” Feyre called as Tamlin cleared his throat awkwardly and walked away.
Feyre looked down at me, trying to control her breathing.
“Why do you hide from him if he is a fellow Fae? Is it because he is below you in rank?” She asked and I snorted.
Yes, yes he is.
We don’t get along. I can not trust him. Not after what he did to my family.
My throat was tight with memories and Feyre hugged me to her chest, stroking down my feathery back.
“I’m sorry.” She said.
I am too.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“Lucien told me about a creature called the Suriel that would give us answers?” Feyre said, offering me a slice of dried meat that had been delivered to the cottage.
I had to refuse, as much as it killed me. I couldn’t mate her without her knowledge and I had no idea how a mating bond would even work with a human. She shrugged and I inwardly snickered as I felt Tamlin prowling nearby, but too afraid to come to the cottage again after his last horrible attempt at flirting.
Who gives a girl they are courting a sheep?!?
The Suriel can give us answers, but they are nearly impossible to catch. I have tried a few times. I admitted, cursing myself for not thinking of it sooner. I had stolen into Tamlin’s library as he went on a hunt and Lucien took Feyre out and found nothing.
“Well… it can’t hurt to try. I’m not a half bad hunter.” She said and I butted her cheek.
No, you aren’t. We can try. We have to be careful though. Tamlin is hunting a Bogge. A terrible beast.
“Oh? Even you are scared of it?” She teased, stroking my head and I fluffed my feathers.
Wary of it, yes. Scared of it, now. I have far more terrible beasts in my court. It’s a nasty thing, feeding on your fear.
“I see. Alright, I’ll be careful.” Feyre said and I exhaled.
You are not alone anymore. I’m going with you. What did Lucien tell you about trapping it?
As she told me I narrowed my eyes and hissed.
Lucien is full of shit. Go tell Tamlin’s servants you want a fancy new cloak. They’ll give it to you.
“Why?”
Because he’s desperate.
And so was I.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“Foolish human… and… High Lord… how interesting… This cloak is pleasing. You may each ask me a question.” The Suriel whispered and I blinked from my perch on Feyre’s shoulder.
I’ll be damned, my girl did it. She has to be my mate.
Will you ask mine first? How do I return to my male form with all of my powers restored?
“This is Rhysand’s question-” Feyre started before the Suriel gave a raspy chuckle.
“I have heard. Love… love is the answer to your problem, High Lord.” The Suriel said and I bit back a hiss, ruffling my wings in agitation.
Great. So helpful.
Feyre looked at me curiously before turning to the Suriel.
“What can be done about the blight that is over Prythian?” Feyre asked and the Suriel paused.
“Interesting you should ask that question… Stay with the High Lord. Together you will make things right against Hybern and-we are not alone, run!” The Suriel said as four naga burst through the brush.
Feyre ran, firing off arrows as I flew forward to claw out the eyes of the naga, pushing her out of the way as a naga tried to pounce on her. I let out a shriek as it grabbed me, raising me to its mouth to bite my head off until Feyre fired the arrow into its mouth and it hissed in pain releasing me. One of my wings had been deeply cut, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. Not with my mate on the line and not without my Illyrian training.
She grabbed me, stuffing me into her shirt as Tamlin roared and tore the head off of one of them.
I made a disgruntled noise but stayed quiet and hidden below her breasts. Definitely not the worst way to go.
Tamlin must have torn the others to shreds because I could feel Feyre shifting and standing.
“I’m alright, thank you.”
“You must stay close to me.” Tamlin blurted out and I rolled my eyes.
You are definitely not the High Lord she should stay with.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“Feyre, do not leave your cottage tonight. In fact, you should stay at the manor, where it is safer.” Tamlin said, leaning in the doorway with a sad excuse of a bouquet in his hands that Feyre reluctantly accepted as I hid in the bed.
Go away you brute! We were having lovely painting time!
“Why?” Feyre asked, her adorable brows furrowed.
“It’s a faerie ritual, Calanmai. Fire night. You are not invited.” Tamlin said before shutting the door in her face.
… Tamlin was never breaking that curse.
Feyre looked at me in bewilderment as she tossed the bouquet on the small wooden table, causing me to give a pleased little shimmy of my body as I stretched and flew over to her. She sat down on her painting stool once more, dipping her paintbrush into a beautiful blue as I took my spot on her shoulder, content with watching her.
“What is Calanmai?” She asked and I shook my head, distracted by her beauty.
Every court has their own version, but it is a ritual to give back to the land. The High Lord will participate in a Great Rite and it is generally a night of debauchery.
I whispered, curious to her reaction.
She flushed an endearing shade of pink, her freckles near disappearing and I swallowed a coo.
“I… see… he didn’t have to be so rude, but I suppose there is no reason for me to attend.” She said with a heavy swallow. She had been staring at me differently after Tamlin had coerced her into an outing to some glen the other day. I had chosen to sulk in the cottage rather than witness Tamlin’s sad attempts. When she returned, there was a strange knowing light in her eyes that had made me uneasy.
Oh? You don’t want to indulge and enjoy yourself? I prodded in my most sensuous voice, nostrils flaring when I could smell her arousal.
I needed this spell broken, and soon. She was driving me crazy with need and want.
“Pervert.” She muttered, ignoring me and returning to her painting.
And suddenly I couldn’t wait for Calanmai.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
I was foolish, stupid to think that things would not end badly. That we could escape from her.
“I smell a human, Tamlin. I thought you no longer kept human slaves. You know how I feel about humans. And having one so close to your court on Calanmai? Tsk. Tsk.” Amarantha said from outside the cottage as Tamlin gave a pained noise.
“Why are you here?” Tamlin asked and I could see him through the windows as Feyre crouched and drew her ash arrow.
“Tamlin, I’m hurt. Can I not enjoy Calanmai too? My court has been simply dreadful without you and my … pleasure.” Amarantha drawled and I bared my teeth.
I was no longer her whore. I will kill her. I will return to my home. To my family.
And I will bring my mate.
“Leave.” Tamlin growled.
“After I’ve enjoyed myself and after I’ve seen your little human pet. Bring her out.” Amarantha called and the Attor flew in, snatching Feyre up, even as she stabbed him with an ash arrow.
I clawed at the Attor, but it was too late, the Attor dropping Feyre in front of Amarantha and then falling dead behind Feyre. Feyre bared her teeth, dagger in hand as I hovered in front of her, snarling.
“There you are, Rhysand. Be a good boy and come here.” Amarantha cooed and I shrieked as her magic took hold of me, forcing my bones to obey. I flew to her side as Feyre growled.
“Leave him alone.” Feyre hissed and Amarantha’s grin grew sharp and wicked.
“No, he is mine.” She said, scratching under my chin as I tried not to vomit.
I had to protect Feyre.
Tamlin had shifted into his beast form but was ensnared by Amarantha’s magic.
“You are quite the bold girl. Too bad you didn’t break my curse. But, since this is Fire Night, a gift.” Amarantha said before gesturing for her monsters to light the cottage on fire, advancing on Feyre who cried out when she tried to stab Amarantha and have her arm broken by Amarantha’s magic. Tamlin fought against his restraints and I scratched Amarantha’s eye, clawing at her neck.
She shrieked and grabbed me with her magic, hurtling me into the fire, snapping my wings.
“No!” Feyre screamed, running after me as Amarantha cackled.
“The two of you can die together, then.” She said as Feyre tore through the burning cottage to save me.
Feyre knelt by me as I tried to drag myself to her, my feathers on fire.
Go. Save yourself. Run out the back.
“No you idiot! You’re my only friend! I can’t lose you! I love you!” She sobbed, a tear escaping her and landing on my head.
And then… there was the sweet embrace of darkness once more. I felt my powers returning to me as I stood and shielded us with star-flecked darkness, pulling Feyre close to me, noticing that the flames were no longer licking at her body, but a part of her, as bright as starlight.
I carried her out as Amarantha stopped laughing, eyes widening.
“Rhysand-” Amarantha opened her mouth before screaming as I reached and held her mind, making her aware of every body part my shadows tore from her before plunging down her throat and eviscerating her. Feyre watched with contempt before raising a flaming white hand to burn the rest of her.
Tamlin shifted, his mask clattering to the ground as he looked at us in amazement.
It was finally over.
“There you are. I had seen glimpses of who you truly were, but…” Feyre said, cupping my cheek that now beheld skin as I grinned.
“Like what you see, Feyre darling?” I asked and Feyre laughed.
“No, you were much cuter before. I don’t know if I can love this.” She teased and I laughed, headbutting her playfully.
“Your love broke the spell, so no taking it back.” I said and she grinned, still burning brightly, the flames only warming me.
“Fine, fine.” She said and I leaned in close.
“I love you too, Feyre Darling.” I said as her breath hitched and she stared at me with wide, glowing eyes.
I don’t know what the land has made her but I will love her in every form.
I leaned down to kiss her, groaning as the strange magic took hold of us, enveloping us in a rejuvenating warmth. She melded into me, darkness and light as I whisked her away to my cabin to celebrate our own Calanmai.
And yes, she still grabs me frequently.
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Lights Will Guide You Home
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 3.3K
Ship: Feysand, Feyre x Rhys, Feyre/Rhysand
Event: @officialfeysandweek Feysand Week 2025 Day 6: Family
Tags: Nyx being the cutest wedding crasher and parent trapping Feysand, Pre Wedding (ACOMAF), Time Travel Fix-It, Pre-relationship
CW: Feyre has a brief panic attack and Rhys is drunk (because you know, his mate is getting married oops)
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: The night before her wedding, Feyre finds a shooting star. Only, it's less of a shooting star and more her future son, who has a lot to say.
ama!” a voice cried out as I leapt from the balcony, sprinting towards where the strange flash of light had appeared in the garden. I was trying to dry the sweat that had clung to me after one of my nightmares, escaping to the balcony for fresh air while Tamlin still slept a few rooms away. I had been stargazing, remembering how to breathe again when a shooting star hurtled towards the innermost garden of the Spring Court.
A small boy with dark hair and wings ran towards me when I reached where I thought the star had landed. I froze in confusion as the boy barrelled into me and hugged my knees, nuzzling them as he looked up.
“Mama, did you see? I was a star! It was scary, but I’m okay!” He said and I looked down. He frowned, his eyes filling with silver.
“Mama, are you mad at me? I know you said not to wander off, but it was calling to me and saying it could fulfill my wish.” The boy said.
I never interacted with the small children in the village much, too focused on survival. With hunger gnawing at me constantly, there were no thoughts of motherhood, of having another mouth to feed. Even with my wedding to Tamlin tomorrow… children should be a far off thought. So why then did I feel so drawn to this boy calling me mother?
“I… no… are you hurt? Did you hit your head? I can help you find your family.” I said and the boy shook his head.
“Silly Mama, you’re right here! The roses scratched me, but I’m very brave. They can be Illyrian battle scars! I will be as tough as Papa and Uncle Cas.” The boy said, spreading his wings and puffing up his chest as I noticed the tiny cuts on his chubby cheeks and arms that were thankfully not bleeding or red, simply a light pink, the barest of scratches.
“Why are you in this weird place anyway Mama? Did you hit your head? Or are you pretending not to know me, like a game?” The boy asked, cocking his head.
“This is the Spring Court, my home. And I’m sorry little one, but I do not know you.” I said apologetically, heart dropping as his face fell and he took a step back. I reached out a hand and he shook his head, squaring his shoulders,his wings pressed tight to his back as he bowed.
“I am Nyx, son of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court.” Nyx said and I stared at him in bewilderment, thoughts racing.
Was I dreaming? Was this a trick?
High Lord of the Night Court.That could only mean Rhysand, right?
Why would he have fought for a bargain with me if he had a wife and child at his court? Unless he wanted another? Or was that why he had not yet called in the bargain? Had he returned from under the mountain to find he had a child?
I had no idea how Fae pregnancies worked yet, not having it high on my list of things to find out about after being made, but…
There was only one way to find out and this poor child needed to be returned home.
“Did I do good, Mama? Just like you and Papa taught me to introduce myself?” Nyx asked and I gave an absent nod, taken aback by his dazzling smile.
I drew up my tattooed arm, staring at the strange eye on my palm and feeling slightly foolish.
“Rhysand. I need you.” I said, thankful Tamlin was either fast asleep or ignoring me for now. It stung that it was before our wedding and he had not checked on me after my nightmare or even now, but perhaps the wedding will be what will finally bury her and we can move on.
The eye blinked slowly and seemed to blur slightly as I scowled, waiting for any sign of Rhysand.
“Rhysand! You need to come here.” I huffed as Nyx giggled. I cast a glance at Nyx, wondering what he was laughing at.
“Papa’s in trouble. You only say his full name when you are really mad.” Nyx said in a sing-song voice as I gave a half smile.
I was indeed mad at the prick, and I wanted answers, now.
“Rhysand… I am not going to say please. If you don’t come here right now, I’ll-” I started to say before darkness appeared in a swirl before me and Rhysand stumbled out.
“You’ll what, Feyre Darling. I’m all… ears.” He slurred and I recoiled.
He was drunk? This was going to end poorly. Was his court really that miserable? Should I keep the child here?
“Papa! Ew, you smell. Did you have a contest with Uncle Cas again? Uncle Az said not to.” Nyx said as he ran over to hug Rhysand who squinted his eyes, swaying slightly in bewilderment before patting Nyx awkwardly on the head.
There was that name again, Uncle Cas. Did Rhysand have brothers?
“Something like that.” Rhysand said before falling on his ass, quickly trying to cover it up and crossing his legs on the grass.
“Papa’s feeling a little funny. Can you tell him what’s going on?” Rhysand said and my heart fluttered when I saw how tenderly Rhysand cupped Nyx’s cheeks, checking over the scratches.
At least he seemed good with children.
I crossed my arms, watching Rhysand carefully as Nyx huffed.
“Mama doesn’t know me! I think she’s under a spell! Mama and I were walking and looking at the art while you were talking about boring things with Lord Tarquin and I saw a pretty star and wished on it. Then I heard something calling my name and I touched a pretty glass rose and then I was here!” Nyx said as Rhysand’s gaze slid to me.
I was looking at art? Did I create again in the future? It gave me the slightest hint of hope and comfort that it wouldn’t always be like this.
“Is that so? And where is Mama?” Rhysand asked and Nyx threw up his hands before pointing to me which caused Rhysand to sputter and grow strangely flustered.
“I see… well… it’s late… we should go to sleep and everything will be better in the morning.” Rhysand said, scooping up Nyx, his own wings coming out to steady himself. Nyx pouted before sighing and snuggling into Rhysand and my heart ached fiercely for an unknown reason.
I watched as Rhysand gave me a sad smile before disappearing with Nyx in tow, leaving me alone under a starry sky with nothing but my thoughts and the cloying fragrance of roses.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
I hadn’t expected this. I had planned on getting exceedingly drunk tonight and tomorrow, on the day of the wedding of my mate and the male who was responsible for my mother and sister being gone, not watching over a child.
“Papa, I’m tired. No mind stuff.” The boy mumbled against my chest as I carried him in the townhouse, Azriel and Cassian sitting up.
Nyx… my son’s name is Nyx, from what I quickly gleaned from his mind along with what had occurred. This beautiful boy, a miraculous product of me and… Feyre… It was impossible and the hope in my chest was foolish, but here he was.
“Sorry, Nyxie. Papa had to make sure you weren’t under a spell either. You scared me.” I said as Nyx looked up at me with big beautiful blue eyes.
I loved him and would do whatever it takes to keep him safe and happy.
“Sorry… I disobeyed Mama. Are you mad at me? I know you said be careful, there’s bad people around, but it was calling to me.” Nyx said and I kissed his head, sitting in between Azriel and Cassian who stared at me.
“No, I’m not. Not if you tell me what you wished for.” I said, hoping it would give some sort of clue as to why he was from the future. I didn’t know what the consequences of him staying here would be, but I was damn sure that his father would be burning the world trying to get to him. I had to figure out how to send him back, even if it would pain me to do so. Perhaps the wish would be a clue.
“For you and Mama to be together forever and ever, duh! You are so happy and in love and I want a sister.” Nyx said as I choked on my tongue and started coughing.
“Rhysie, where did you get a child? I thought you were getting more… more… something when you disappeared.” Cassian slurred, poking Nyx’s chubby cheek as he giggled.
“Uncle Cas, you’re drunk! Did Papa win?” He asked and Cassian swayed next to me.
“Only because I let him.” Cassian said with a sloppy wink.
“Mama’s going to be mad, you two like to make a mess. Is that why she is taking so long?” Nyx asked and I sighed, not sure how to explain that she wouldn’t be coming here.
“She… is going to stay at the Spring Court tonight.” I said, my heart a gaping wound as Nyx’s face fell.
“But she always tucks me in and kisses me goodnight with you after we have story time and practice flying. I don’t even have TamTam!” Nyx exclaimed, tears wobbling in his eyes as he flapped his tiny wings furiously while I made another undignified noise.
“TamTam?” Azriel asked as Nyx nodded gravely.
“Uncle Az, you should know TamTam! It’s the big soft golden deer Papa said was so ugly it had to be TamTam! You sewed it back together after I um… accidentally misted it.” Nyx said as Cassian burst into laughter, nearly drunkenly falling off the couch as Azriel made a grim face and nodded.
“My mistake. I can find you a replacement.” Azriel said, quietly sending out his shadows as Nyx fell forward into my chest with a groan.
“This is awful. Everything is so weird.” Nyx said and I couldn’t help but agree.
“Things will be better in the morning.” I lied, closing my eyes and wondering how I was ever going to survive this.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
Morning would not solve everything, for I had not slept since they departed. I had too many questions and I was already on edge with the wedding.
I needed answers.
While I had a few hours before getting ready for the ceremony, it was not enough time to trap the Suriel. But there was another who could perhaps give me answers. I asked Alis to summon Lucien to my room and bring tea. I needed at least something to calm my nerves. Lucien arrived almost immediately in a panic, kneeling before me. I patted his hand and weakly gestured for him to sit and enjoy the tea, wondering how to phrase my questions.
“Lucien, tell me how Fae pregnancies work.” I said as Lucien choked on the tea he had raised to his lips.
“I… you and Tamlin… truly this union is Cauldron Blessed if it has happened this quickly after you were made. Younglings are rare and it takes many years for most couples to conceive.” Lucien said as I grimaced.
“No… I… there was a boy last night and-” I started to say before a commotion arose outside.
“You are not welcome here, High Lord of the Night Court.” I heard Ianthe say outside as my blood ran cold, Lucien sharing a wide look with me before standing and ripping open the door, fire at his fingertips that faltered when he saw Nyx.
“Uncle Lucien! Tell this lady I want to see Mama! She didn’t come home last night and I miss her! She didn’t give me my good night or good morning kiss.” Nyx said as Ianthe looked taken aback. Nyx spied me from around Lucien as he froze and ran over to me.
“Mama! Are you really that mad? You didn’t come home. I’m sorry.” Nyx said, climbing into my lap and looking so crestfallen that I had to hold him.
“It’s complicated, Sweetheart.” I said as Nyx must have seen my wedding dress over my shoulder.
“That’s not your dress, is it, Mama? It looks like a cupcake.” Nyx said as I coughed.
I guess I wasn’t the only one that thought so.
“What is the meaning of this, Rhysand? I will summon Tamlin this instance.” Lucien snarled as Ianthe shot Rhysand a smug look.
“No need. Why are you here? You are not invited to the wedding, Rhysand, so I suggest you leave.” Tamlin growled, appearing behind Rhysand who rolled his eyes and brushed a piece of invisible lint off of his suit from where Tamlin stood.
“Why is everyone so upset?” Nyx whispered, pressing into me as I unconsciously soothed a hand down his back.
“I’ve come to collect on the bargain. Feyre and I have much to discuss.” Rhysand said and I shifted in my seat uneasily, heart pounding. This could only end in disaster.
“Why now, of all days? You truly are a prick.” I spat as Nyx looked at me with wide eyes.
“Seeing as you have our child on your lap, it seems a little prudent. Nyxie would not hear of you marrying another and demanded I take him here. I was inclined to agree, as we have a very smart son.” Rhysand drawled with a little smirk.
“Mama, don’t be mad, but I don’t want to play this game anymore. You love Papa. You tell me all the time. You have a pretty ring from him and you are High Lady! You are mates!” Nyx said and everyone aside from Rhysand recoiled.
“Controlling a child’s mind to spread your filth and lies? You truly are despicable.” Tamlin sneered as Rhysand rolled his eyes.
“I have not or will not do such a thing. What he says is true. He is from the future.” Rhysand said as my head hurt.
There was no such thing as a High Lady. Nyx must be mistaken.
“The Mother would not do such a thing. But if this child is truly Cauldron Blessed, he must go to the temple.” Ianthe tried to say before cowering as Rhysand sent her a dark look.
“You will not lay a single finger on my son.” He snarled, causing me to instinctively hold Nyx tight.
“Do not threaten her in my home or at all. Leave, and take the child with you.” Tamlin said as Lucien’s metal eye whirled, when he focused on Nyx.
“There is a strange magic around him. But not from Rhysand.” Lucien muttered, half to himself.
“I don’t care. Leave or I will force you.” Tamlin growled, his claws emerging as he advanced on Rhys and Nyx cried out, a bright light flashing from his palm, horns and a tail growing from him as his canine sharpened and he growled.
“Leave Papa alone!” Nyx snarled as Rhys gave him a soft smile and everyone else froze.
“Of course you would give birth to a monster.” Tamlin spat and a rage filled me before dread, dread as I saw the bleeding cut at Rhys’ throat from Tamlin’s claws.
Red. Red. RED!
Red like those poor faeries. Red like her. Red like my hands would be forever stained.
I couldn’t breathe. My vision swam. How could I touch an innocent child with these filthy hands? How could I marry?
I needed-
“Mama, it’s okay! Deep breaths!” Nyx said, squeezing my cheeks and doing exaggerated breathing as Tamlin stepped near me and I let out a shrill laugh of fear.
Feyre, breathe, Darling. Look. It’s gone. You are not there. This is all real. What can you see?
I dragged my gaze to Rhys, trying to focus, blinking when I saw all the blood gone and the cut healed.
I see… nothing…
No? Not a devastatingly beautiful High Lord?
Prick. Get out of my mind.
There’s my girl.
Rhysand offered me a smile as Tamlin reached out a hand to place on my shoulder. I shrugged him off with an apologetic smile.
“I’m fine. But could we… could we move the wedding?” I asked and Tamlin’s face twisted.
“The guests are already here. Please. It will be a great symbol to our people, one of the rebirth of Spring and we can put this all behind us.” Tamlin said and Ianthe nodded.
“I have done extensive prayer for this day. It must be done or it will be for naught.” Ianthe said and my heart sank.
Did I not get a choice in this? Was I to be a prisoner again? Trading a dark rotting cell for cloying thorns and roses?
“Tamlin…” Lucien started and Tamlin silenced him with a baring of his teeth before advancing on Rhysand.
“You have ruined everything yet again and you will pay.” Tamlin spat, shifting into his golden beast as he swiped a massive paw at Rhysand, splintering the wall as Rhysand disappeared and reappeared behind me and I was…
I was done… I couldn’t do this.
“Feyre, move.” Tamlin growled through his fangs as I stood, Nyx on my hip and Rhysand at my side.
“No Tamlin. I’m leaving, of my own free will. If you can’t respect my wishes, then I do not know how I ever loved you. I was a huntress once. I will not be weak and feeble ever again.” I said, backing into Rhys.
“No! He has tricked you!” Tamlin roared as Rhysand wrapped an arm around us and tutted, pulling us away as Tamlin tried to grab us.
But it was too late, for we were already gone.
I looked around the beautiful palace atop the mountain, feeling at peace for the first time in a long while as Nyx clung to me. It was nothing like I imagined, but I felt inexplicably drawn to this place. Rhys stepped back, looking at me with wary eyes before smiling and bowing slightly.
“Welcome to the Night Court, Feyre Darling.” Rhys said and I smiled before gasping as Nyx began to glow and shimmer in my arms.
“No!” I cried out as he began to disappear, Rhys quickly walking to us and putting his hands on my shoulders to brace me as tears began to slip down my cheeks. Nyx gave me a beautiful smile before finally disappearing and I wept in Rhys’ arms.
“It’s alright, Darling. He’s home now, and so are you. I think he got his wish.” Rhys said as I sniffled and looked up at him. He carefully brushed my cheeks, wiping the tears away.
How can I so miss someone I’ve barely even met? What happens now?
Nyx said we were mates. Is that true? Could I learn to love Rhys? Was this truly my home?
“What was his wish?” My voice warbling.
“For us to be together forever and ever.” Rhys whispered, leaning in close to me and simply brushing our noses together, the action making my face heat. After everything he did with me under the mountain, this felt the most intimate and I found myself wanting more, craving this easy comfort. I had been alone for so long.
What would it be like to truly have a family? To have a best friend? To let the new me try?
To be better. To create again. To protect.
“Oh… and to have a little sister.” Rhysand teased with a smirk and I slapped his chest lightly with a smirk of my own, willing to give this infuriating prick a chance.
Who knows?
We might make a great kid together.
A/N:
Feysand: I've only had Nyx for an hour and I would kill everyone and then myself if anything happened to him.
Also Rhys: yeah buddy I think crashing the wedding and rescuing mommy is the best idea let's go just don't tell anyone about Velaris it will be our little secret okay? Time to pick out matching outfits.
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All I've Ever Known
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 3K
Ship: Feysand, Feyre x Rhys, Feyre/Rhysand
Event: @officialfeysandweek Feysand Week 2025 Day 5: Traveling
Tags: Temporary Amnesia! Rhys, Soft Rhys, Helion and Day Court, Mating Bonds, Post UtM, ACOMAS Canon Divergence
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: When the mating bond snaps into place for Rhys, he loses his memories, transferring them to Feyre. Overwhelmed with knowledge, it's up to Feyre to sort everything for the two of them.
Iwas going to be sick as I stumbled back, looking at Rhysand in horror.
Mates? They were… mates… and all these memories…. The things he had sacrificed… What he protected. I hoped that one day I would see the beautiful City of Starlight he had protected with his life.
And these friends… and why was he looking at me as if he had no clue who I am…
Hadn’t he been about to flee?
“Are you alright?” He asked and I shook my head, stumbling back as everything began to whirl around me until there was only darkness.
⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧
“I told you, I don’t know who any of you are and where I am.” I could hear Rhysand say as I moaned and blinked open my eyes, Tamlin and Lucien darting over to me and hovering worriedly.
“Are you alright?” Tamlin asked, cradling me as I fought not to recoil when I saw what he had done to ensure the deaths of Rhysand’s mother and sister.
“Don’t touch me.” I hissed, needing a moment as I held my head, the memories overwhelming me. I needed to reconcile them quickly.
Tamlin whirled on Rhysand, growling and pinning him to the wall by his throat, claws threatening to pierce his skin.
“What did you do to her?” Tamlin snarled and Rhysand choked, causing Lucien to still and narrow his eye, the mechanical one whirring and searching.
“Nothing. I was outside with her and she fainted so I yelled for help.” Rhysand grunted and Lucien squeezed my hand before going to stand.
“Why are you not using your powers then and letting Tamlin do this if not for some trick?” Lucien asked and I blinked.
Why isn’t he?
“What powers?” Rhysand grit out and I wobbled over to them, putting a hand on Tamlin.
“Tamlin, let him go. He didn’t do anything to me. I just have his memories now…” I said as Tamlin turned to me with wide green eyes.
It was still so startling to see him without the mask. And now that I have all of this knowledge and understanding, a tempest arose in me.
“He is coming with me.” I said letting the finality hang in the air.
Mate or not, he had tried to help me, and I needed to return the favor.
⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧
“Stop following her.” Tamlin snarled as I entered the dining room, Rhysand hot on my heels.
It’s been over a week since we have been in the Spring Court and Tamlin has watched mine and Rhysand’s every move while Lucien has tried to research what had happened.
Rhysand had taken to following me throughout the gardens every day and sitting near me in sunlit patches as I tried to make sense of everything.
The horrors I had faced under the mountain. Being newly made and no longer human. Breaking everything I touch. And all of Rhysand’s complicated memories.
How had he carried these heavy burdens without breaking?
It made my heart ache.
“Tam, he’s fine. If anything he’s like a little pup. I’ve always wanted one.” I said as Rhys grinned and gave a little ‘woof’. Tamlin only sank into his chair and pouted more as Lucien let out a startled laugh.
“He certainly is still charming.” Lucien muttered as Tamlin glared and Rhysand gave a happy little smile and wink. It struck me just how light and carefree he was now. So young and boyish without the heavy weight of the darkness.
My heart squeezed as my thoughts whirled.
“Have you found anything yet?” Tamlin growled and Lucien cleared his throat.
“Feyre’s case is… unique… this could be a result of being newly made perhaps. Some intervention from The Cauldron as a blessing. Know thy enemy. A way to reconcile the bargain.” Lucien said and I stared at the tattoo on my hand that I had not bothered to cover up after learning the meaning.
He truly was on my side and believed in me, far more than Tamlin.
I had not kissed Tamlin since we returned, too shaken from all that had happened, which only made him grow more suspicious of Rhysand.
“Is that your only belief?”Tamlin asked and Lucien put down his fork with a sigh.
“No… but I would need to do more research through either the Dawn Court or Day Court.” Lucien said and Tamlin was quiet for a moment.
“It’s too soon and the other courts must be rebuilding. Then there is the matter if the Night Court will be sending anyone after their missing High Lord. We have given him a week for this charade. Perhaps he requires a certain persuasion.” Tamlin gave Rhysand a sickening grin, his sharp fangs showing. My blood ran cold as I snapped my fork, darkness creeping up behind me.
“Like your family did with the wings of his mother and sister?” I hissed as Tamlin whipped his head to me, pupils slitted.
“Feyre, you don’t understand…” Tamlin tried and I stood, holding out a hand to Rhys.
“Tamlin. Thank you for all that you have done for me and my family. I am glad I was able to save you and the other High Lords but… I think we need some time apart. I need to be able to think things over more clearly. I want to offer my help in rebuilding. I will have Alis take me to the Summer Court.” I said. Through Rhysand’s memories, I saw who Tarquin truly is and the debt he owed Rhysand. Surely he would offer us shelter.
“No!” Tamlin roared, the wood splintering as he stood. “I have a priestess coming on the morrow. She will right this.”
“Tamlin, Feyre is right. Summer Court holds many treasures and oddities and Adriata was untouched. Perhaps there will be answers to be uncovered there, in a more neutral place.” Lucien tried to reason as Tamlin prowled towards us.
I straightened my back, Rhys a warm, solid presence behind me. I had faced far worse than Tamlin under the mountain. I will not let him tell me what to do. Not after all I had done for him. Not after what I know now.
“Feyre, please. I only just got you back. It’s not safe out there. Ianthe will know how to solve this I’m sure.” Tamlin tried as he reined in his beast and I recoiled.
Memories of what Ianthe had tried to do… who she was… it made me sick.
“No. I want nothing to do with her and you should not either.” I said as Tamlin snarled.
“Your head is not right. Those false memories are playing with your mind.” Tamlin said and it was my turn to snarl. I paid no heed to my canines growing sharper and longer, my nails shifting into talons as Tamlin stared.
“Do you think me weak?” I hissed and Tamlin softened.
“No, of course not. But you are not yourself. Please. You have earned this rest and reprieve. Let us leave him at the border of the Night Court and be done with it.” Tamlin said and I took a step back into Rhys who held me steady.
I would not leave him defenseless in the wilds. Summer Court was too close. But Day…. Day had the magic and the libraries to possibly return Rhysand’s memories. Rhys had suspected I might have powers from all of the High Lords, the shapeshifting and darkness earlier proving it. If I could be as strong as I was in his memories, as strong as he believed I was, then maybe I could still save us all.
“No… Goodbye, Tamlin.” I said before drawing on Rhysand’s memories of winnowing, and pulling us both into darkness, hoping it would not get us killed.
⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧
I looked around the palace with many towers Rhysand’s memories had taken me to, Rhysand still holding onto me as he looked around in a slight awe and wonderment, bright sunlight gleaming off of the golden roofs with lush, tropical greenery strewn about the mosaic walkways.
“You there!” A guard said, pointing a spear at us as I lifted my hands in peace.
“Please tell High Lord Helion that Feyre Cursebreaker wishes to speak with him.” I said.
As much as I loathed the whispered title, hopefully it would give me some credibility.
Rhysand would need his memories and to know who he was if the war he suspected was coming would come true. I did not know if I would ever truly be out of survival mode, if I would be able to rest, but I would not go down without a fight, ever.
The guard stared at me with suspicion before realizing who was behind me, running to fetch Helion. Rhys went to go and touch one of the spinning mechanical contraptions and unthinkingly I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to me. He gave me a boyish smile, a lock of hair falling in his violet eyes that had me itching to brush it behind his ear.
“Sorry, it’s all so fascinating.” He murmured and I couldn’t even scold him when he gave me that look. My attention was pulled from this beautiful man as Helion descended the marble steps.
“Dear Feyre Cursebreaker, to what do I owe the pleasure of you in my court. Tired of Tamlin? I can understand if you would like a real man. And you as well, Rhys.” Helion said as I gave a startled laugh.
I had recognized he indulged himself in pleasures of the flesh and was a bit of a flirt from Rhys’ memories but was still caught off guard trying to reconcile that with the one who had tried to lead a rebellion and suffered greatly for it.
“I… there is a situation I would like your help with. Perhaps it is best we speak in private?” I said and Helion looked at me for a long while before nodding.
“It is time to feed the pegasi, come.” Helion said, leading us up a winding staircase until we reached a large pen. I gasped in surprise seeing the beautiful winged horses. I had never been much for horses, but these were stunning.
Helion stroked the snout of one and gestured for Rhys to come forward. Rhys eagerly did so, bowing slightly and petting the creature who stared at him.
“They can fly?” Rhys marveled and I snorted.
“You can too. You have wings.” I said and he looked over his shoulder at his back.
“I do?” He asked in bewilderment as my heart ached and Helion hummed.
“Yes, you do, and you love the sky. You have been from it far too long.” I said, Rhys’ skin still pale from under the mountain and the misty fog of Spring.
I turned to Helion, hoping he would understand.
“Rhysand’s memories, transferred to me. He has lost all of his memories. Is there a way to get them back? Is it a leftover curse from Amarantha? I am told you could cleave spells.” I asked, heart hopeful as Helion gave a wry smile.
“I can… although I am surprised you do not have the answers, if you have his memories.” Helion said as Rhysand looked between the two of us and shrugged his shoulders, cooing to the pegasus as he was used to being talked about this past week.
His inner court would surely know the other High Lords have returned to their courts and be wondering where Rhysand was. I have to move quickly.
“What makes you say that?” I asked and Helion smiled.
“It is a strange Night Court custom that I have heard of. When the mating bond snaps in place for the male, they will be helpless to the female. In this case, it seems to be quite literal with giving you his memories and leaving him defenseless.” Helion said and I furrowed my brow.
“So then… in order to return his memories… I have to accept the bond?” I asked and Helion shrugged.
“That would seem the most logical solution.” Helion said and I backed away to the stairs.
“I… I see. I need a moment.” I said before fleeing down the stairs, praying Rhysand did not follow me.
⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧
I had run until I came to a beautiful blue pool with a mosaic tiling of the sun and sat on the steps, staring into the water, my thoughts a mess.
How many feelings were my own? Only a week ago I had gone through hell for Tamlin, the one I thought was my true love, only now to know the truth? I had always wanted the truth, but now the knowledge feels overwhelming. Did Rhysand even truly love me as I was? Could I really accept this mating bond, even if to prevent a war? And what then? Was I ready for my life to be upended yet again?
The sun had dipped below the horizon, the stars just beginning to twinkle when I heard hoofs behind me. I looked over my shoulder, silver in my eyes as Helion led two pegasi over before sitting next to me, his sandaled feet dipping into the water.
“I am glad you found my favorite reflection pool. I have had many a pleasant night here.” Helion said with a wink as I gave a tired, wet laugh.
“Perhaps I should not be so close to the water then.” I said and Helion chuckled.
“If I could offer a bit of advice from someone who has lived far too long, don’t wait, give them a chance, love freely. I lost my mate by not following this.” Helion said quietly and I stared at the water once more.
“These pegasi need to stretch their wings, Cursebreaker, and I suspect you do as well. Take them to the skies.” He said before leaving me. I sat for a moment before raising my head, spying Rhysand across the courtyard giving a shy wave.
Perhaps he was right.
⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧
Whether it was muscle memory or the pegasi knew their riders were inexperienced, Rhys was flying beside me, face tilted up to the stars and clouds in wonder. He truly was the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
I watched him as our pegasi glided over the clouds and he turned to me with a bright smile.
“Thank you, Feyre.” He said as my heart clenched.
“For what?” I asked over the wind as his smile grew.
“For not leaving me alone or behind.” Rhys said simply and something in me began to shine.
How long had I been alone? Left behind? How long has he?
Mates were equals. One in the same. He had fought for me. Cried for me. Tried so hard to save and protect those important to him, including me. He believed in me.
How could I not love him? Not with a world of possibilities finally at my feet. I wanted to see Velaris. Fight to protect this land. Have a true family.
I knew what I needed to do.
I guided the pegasi down to the coast, Rhys following me. We landed and dismounted, both pegasi flying off as I took Rhys’ hand, Rhys looking at me so earnestly I nearly wept. I knew I had to find and feed him food to accept the bond, but I had to tell him first. I cupped his cheek as he nuzzled my hand, tracing the whirls of the tattoo he had called beautiful and been obsessed with in the quiet moments we had sat together.
“Rhys, do you like me?” I asked, suddenly nervous. What if I was trapping him in something he did not truly want?
“Of course, Feyre.” He answered, his violet eyes twinkling.
“Why?” I asked, knowing it was not quite a fair question.
“Because you are strong yet so kind. You have a light within you.” Rhys said and silver pricked my lids.
“I… I like you too, Rhys… love you… even.” I stuttered out as his eyes shone as his smile turned to one of wonderment.
“Truly? But I am just me.” He said and I gave a wet laugh.
“Especially because you are you.” I said before leaning up slowly to kiss me. He stood there, stunned for a moment and I nearly pulled away before he drew me closer and deepened the kiss and oh, how right this felt. We drew apart for breath before kissing each other again, heat simmering between us. I was addicted to his kisses and the way he cradled me like I was something precious. As we drew apart again, I pulled him over to a fruited tree ignoring his adorable pout as I kicked the tree, the sticky sweet fruit falling into my free hand. I pressed the fruit to his lips as he stared at me in confusion before slowly eating it. I held my breath as I watched light and understanding shining in his eyes. He swallowed and flexed his back, his wings emerging as he gave me a wicked grin.
“Hello, Feyre Darling. May I just say, I can give a far better ride in a far more beautiful court than those horses ever could.” He said as I stepped into his arms, wrapping my own around his neck.
“There you are. Now take me to the Velaris.”
A/N: aha hopefully it gave off some Barbie and Ken vibes without the mojo casa dojo arc. Let me know what you enjoyed! I treasure even emoji reactions and love interacting with other fans! This has been such a fantastic event and everyone is great!! Likes and reblogs are so loved!!
Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?
Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW
Wordcount: 1.5K
Ship: Feysand, Feyre x Rhys, Feyre/Rhysand
Event: @officialfeysandweek Feysand Week 2025 Day 4: Inner Monster
Tags: Monsterfucking pwp with Beast Form! Rhys and lots of love and reassurances for emotional hurt comfort
CW: Inhuman cock/size difference, these two are so in love and down bad for each other they are going to try all the kinky and horny things (plus tis the season hehe) and some trying to get pregnant talk
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Feyre turns into a monster and flees and it's up to Rhysand to reassure her and break the spell.
was hideous. A true monster. A chimera of mismatched powers and the other ugly parts of her that were unnatural. I was a danger to my family. I had been foolish to trust that human merchant and now I must pay the price and flee.
I’m sorry, Rhys.
There is only one place for monsters to live…
.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.
When I awoke, it was not to the soft warm body of my mate, but instead a cold bed. I cast out my senses, hoping to find her somewhere else in the townhouse but to no avail. I pulled on our bond only to find a strange cacophony of beastly shrieks and wails.
My blood ran cold. I had to find her. I would go to the ends of this world and beyond to find her and destroy everything in my wake if she was harmed.
I winnowed out of bed until I was a whirl of star flecked shadow flying over the lands, my wings barely visible as I desperately searched for her.
We had promised each other never again! Never again would we be apart. I knew she was alive but in pain and distress, so where was she?
There was no possibility she had been taken from me so then why had she fled? Had she come to realize what a monster her mate was?
There.
My senses honed in on the strange dark shape over the mountain that once held me prisoner. I flew down and reeled back in surprise.
There was an amalgamation of creatures from every court, their seven heads rearing up to look at me in fear, trapped in one shadowy starflecked body I instantly knew.
Feyre Darling. It’s alright. I’m here.
The heads cried out in a cacophony of wails and snarls, the golden head from the Spring Court the loudest in this Chimeric Hydra as she tried to flee, the large leathery wings flapping. I sent out my shadows to caress her, trying to calm her and keep her in one place, but never to trap her.
Stop. I am a monster.
No, you are not.
I have done horrible things. This is what the mirror has shown me. Who I truly am. Someone of all courts and none. A monster. Please go, Rhys. She sobbed as my heart broke for my mate.
And what sort of things have you done, My Love, that we have not all done?
It’s not the same. I’ve left a trail of blood across Prythian and hurt more lives than I can count.
To bring us together again. To protect our family and our court. If you are so monstrous for that, then I am too.
I did not wait for her reply, my bones cracking and shifting beneath my skin as I transformed into a beast with a mighty roar, my wings casting the mountain in darkness.
No! Stop! This is my curse and punishment! You are not a monster.
And neither are you, Darling. Or perhaps we both are capable of doing great and terrible things with monsters simmering beneath our skin. But I have waited for you for years and I will wait for you still. I love you, Feyre.
I know that you’ve been waiting and it is not fair but the mirror shows-
Let me ask you this, have you crossed over into the human lands and slaughtered them?
No!
Will you decimate Velaris?
Never! She hissed and I smiled. There’s my beautiful and bold mate.
Then you are not a monster, but my beautiful mate. My true love. My Feyre Darling. I whispered into her mind, past the swirling shrieks and she sobbed.
I love you, Feyre. Forever and always all parts of you, even the darkest parts you want to hide. I declared, a bright white light exploding from her as she shifted back, collapsing, bare on the mountain as I rushed to shift myself and catch her, cradling her close as tears streamed between us.
“I love you too, Rhys. All of you.” She whispered before kissing me tenderly as I keened in the back of my throat, kissing her back.
Now Silly Girl, who do I have to kill for putting you in this state?
I… there was a traveling human merchant with a potion that was supposed to open me up for fertility. I was foolish and wanted it to be a surprise for you… for us.
Oh Feyre…. I rumbled, holding her close and enveloping us in my wings.
She shifted in my hold, her hand coming up to cup my cheek and stroke it.
“I need you, Rhys.” She said and I kissed her head.
“And I need you, Darling.” I said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Before you take me home… seeing you in that form has given me an idea.” She said quietly and I looked down at her, curious as to what that beast had inspired in her.
“If that form is when you are most connected to your High Lord powers… then maybe taking me in that form… would help bear us a child?” She asked, growing shy as my cock gave an interested twitch against her rear.
“Are you sure?” I asked hoarsely. My mate was strong but she was so small. My instincts purred at the notion, my shadows and powers leaking from me though.
She huffed and flicked my nose as I gave a startled laugh. Oh how I loved her. My brilliant and bright star shining through all of the darkness.
“I’m sure. It would be nice to make some better memories on this piece of land. To conquer this mountain. And…” she said slyly with a wicked grin. “It could be one more thing you can lord over Tamlin.”
I groaned and kissed her furiously as I was overcome with instinct and lust. The snow would be too cold and I refused to take us both under the mountain, but I knew my mate was determined to do it here. Well, I always liked her on top.
I shifted, unleashing the beast I hated for my brave mate as scales and feathers overtook my body, rolling onto my back so that she was safe and warm on my abdomen. A pity I could not hold her in this form but my wicked mate looked absolutely regal on her makeshift throne, looking at me with nothing but love and adoration.
My beautiful and powerful High Lord. She cooed through their bond and I rumbled in pleasure and excitement to see what she would do. She moved through the inky black feathers, gently rubbing over my scales that had me roaring in pleasure until she found my aching slit. Her clever painter’s hands rubbed it until my cock emerged, large, slick and tapered, the base purpling and swelling. Her mouth widened in surprise and delight as she gripped it with both hands and suckled at the leaking tip, rubbing her own slick slit against my feathers and the scales beneath. Pleasure was electrified through our bond and I couldn’t help the cries that escaped me.
You’re mine. She hissed, her feral strength coursing through our bond and echoing in my mind.
Yours. Always.
I could hardly think, much more sensitive in this form that was not built for pleasure, deep rumbles and purrs shaking the mountain as I watched through half slitted eyes My Huntress, lift herself up and onto my cock, her own pupils slitted as she let her wings escape and her own shapeshifting abilities take over. She slowly worked herself down my monstrous cock until she was just above the swell and I nearly came in her at the sight of her slightly distended stomach, the tip of my cock visible beneath her hands as she panted with a proud smile.
She would look absolutely stunning carrying our child.
I watched, mesmerized as she began to ride me with an animalistic urge, moaning loudly and freely as she rose and fell on my cock, rubbing herself. When she began trembling, making that little noise I love so dearly, I whimpered, helpless to her as she took and took until she was cumming with a bright flash and clenching down on me so hard I was cumming and filling her with a roar that shook the mountain.
I watched my seed spill from her as she crawled up my chest to give my snout a peck and suddenly I was just a male, shifting and holding her and kissing her, beyond blessed to have this wonderfully wicked and wild woman in my life because all those years were worth it and I would suffer it all again to have her in my arms, our darknesses one.
A/N: Any Epic the Musical fans?? I feel like a bunch of the songs could fit so well for them and I drew a ton of inspo from it!! Let me know thoughts and reactions in the comments!! Even just emoji reactions mean the world to me!! Likes and reblogs greatly appreciated.
Touch The Sky
Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW
Wordcount: 1K
Ship: Feysand, Feyre x Rhys, Feyre/Rhysand
Event: @officialfeysandweek Feysand Week 2025 Day 3: Hidden Moments
Tags: Feysand Fluff and Smut, High Lords Meeting, Outdoor/Cloud/Winged Sex, Protective! Powerful! Feyre spoiling Rhys with love and Rhys being in awe.
CW:Set during ch 47 in ACOWAR, some public nudity I guess??? They are fucking up in the clouds above the Dawn Court so do with that as you will, but mostly these two being sappy and in love with each other and showing off.
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: After the meeting with the High Lords, Feyre wants to reassure Rhys and Rhys is all too eager to have his High Lady show off her power once more.
Rhys brought out the best… and the worst in her.
She can’t really blame him, as they are mates and equals in every way.
Still, it is very unbecoming of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court to be doing this in the Dawn Court while they are guests, but after what happened in the Summer Court, well, they are not the best at diplomacy.
Better than leveling a building, at the very least, as they both had wanted to do when Tamlin spoke at the meeting of the High Lords. While she did not want to have sex so close to Tamlin… the clouds were free reign and she needed to stretch her wings and reward and distract her mate from what happened earlier.
So in a burst of confidence, Feyre abandoned her clothes, wearing only the crown Rhys had requested she wear, summoned her Illyrian wings and with a kiss to his startled face, shot high, high up into the clouds. Rhys chased her, naked as well with the fluffy,vibrant clouds surrounding them like soft cotton, darting in and out of the clouds, laughing and nearly grabbing each other until the other would dart away. Feyre began to tire, but would not rest until Rhys was happy beneath her. She spied an isolated lake high in the cloudy mountain with a large waterfall flowing into it. She grabbed Rhys who let her, spiraling down and down until they were hovering above the lilypads, the pumpkin and cream colored fish swimming beneath them amongst the stars.
She kissed him, dancing him clumsily around the top of the lake as he hummed in pleasure.
“Am I to be your prey, High Lady?” Rhys teased, a twinkle in his eyes as Feyre growled playfully, stalking around him as if she were a predator before biting at his neck, causing him to moan loudly, cock jumping against his stomach.
I’ll always catch you.
I know Feyre Darling. And I you. Have I told you how incredibly attractive you are with wings and a crown? I need to create a banner to fly all throughout the Seven Courts hailing Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court.
Sap. I want to show how proud I am of you and show my appreciation for your display of power earlier. And our scents can mix freely here without bothering Mor.
Rhys growled against her neck as he turned in Feyre’s hold, his cock hot and hard between them.
Only if you let me do the same. You are the only one I will give dominion over me freely. It’s an honor.
“Rhys.” Feyre whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she nuzzled him and held him close. Although if that was what he wanted. If it would put past ghosts to rest, then she would be all too happy to indulge her mate and show the full extent of her powers.
And they would do it close to the starlight, so that Rhys might never be under an uncontrollable darkness again. Never a caged bird. He would touch the sky and know she loved him beyond everything.
Feyre drew him up into the clouds once more, hardening the air in a thick cloud to lay him down on, warming the air around them as she began to glow.
Rhys looked up at her in awe as she straddled him and draped her wings down.
You are.. There are hardly any words but you are extraordinary. I am truly blessed to have you for my mate.
As am I? I am so wildly in love with you. Our souls are intertwined. And the next time someone insults you….
Rhys grinned, the stars in his eyes shining as he spread his wings against the cloud, hand behind his head as he took her in.
“My High Lady takes such good care of me. My protective mate. And you chide me for worrying.” He said and she huffed, kissing him to silence him as she raised herself, wings outstretched to help her keep her balance as she slid down on him.
She rode him slowly, leaning down to pepper him with kisses as he stared at her with reverence. And she kept glowing to outshine even the stars, even as he stroked her hips and gently rocked up into her, causing her to make that gods-damned noise Tamlin had taunted her for earlier as she cried out, light shimmering beneath her skin when Rhys had put a finger to her. She writhed on top of him, holding on to every shred of power to keep them from falling until he was holding her close, wrapping his wings around her intimately as he spilled into her and they began descending, night and shadow enveloping them as they winnowed into their bath with a splash.
Feyre grinned, pressing kisses to every bit of Rhys she could get to as she held him close, reluctant to wipe away their intermingling scents. She indulged the both of them as she forced him to lay against her chest so that she could run her fingers through his raven blue locks, massaging his scalp with warm and strong fingers. He sighed, sinking into her and looking up at her with such love and adoration that she flushed and swiped his hair back from his forehead to kiss him. He pouted until she relented, shifting slightly to turn and be able to kiss his lips.
Tomorrow, they would have to do whatever they could to rally the other High Lords. But tonight, tonight would be theirs and no one could take that from them. Safe in each other’s arms for a moment. Warm and loved with laughter and smiles. Cherished and protected.
Hybern and others could try and tear them apart again, but she would always, always, find her way to him .
Only she could see this side of him and she would protect his smile with her life, whatever may come.
A/N: I adored this prompt because Rhys totally loves when Feyre is all powerful and loving him and it's the side few sees. She could say or do anything and he would nod and be grateful and awed and we love that. I get why they didn't bang in the book at this point but both of them should get to play with each other before things go to shit so here we are!
Also was totally inspired by this picture:
Anyway hope you enjoyed these saps! Please leave a comment if you liked, even emoji reactions are precious to me as I love interacting with readers! Likes and reblogs greatly appreciated!
Une vie à t’aimer
Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW
Wordcount: 3.7K
Ship: Feysand, Feyre x Rhys, Feyre/Rhysand
Event: @officialfeysandweek Feysand Week 2025 Day 2 Enemies
Tags: BAMF Feyre, Getting Together, Feyre Rescuing Rhysand UtM, The Mother Has Favorites and It's Feysand, Not Quite Human Feyre Archeron (But A Secret Third Thing)
CW: Feyre offers herself up at a 'virginity' auction to get money for her family but nothing happens and the bidding is brief (Rhys wins of course and Feyre gives him the what for and a total boner before leaving lol), somewhat gory and graphic description of Amarantha's demise and some sweet sexy time with Feysand at the end.
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Feyre's paintings are magic and after finding her mate at an auction, she is desperate to use her gift to right some wrongs.
Iwas desperate and about to do something very stupid.
I had no choice really.
My family was on the brink of ruin. The debt collectors had only given them until the end of the week, threatening my father bodily harm. If I couldn’t make this one sacrifice, I was not sure how my family would survive.
I am actually not sure how we had survived this long with my father’s terrible investments. Perhaps it was the strange paintings I was able to produce that seemed to come true. Maybe it was luck or fate. Regardless, our time is up. Even if I were to produce a painting for the debtors, who knew how long the effects of the painting would take as it varied for each one. Once I had painted a picture of a beautiful ring for Elain’s birthday. The next week she was engaged to a lord’s son with that very same ring on her finger. When Nesta was betrothed, I gave her a painting in celebration, and the man she was betrothed to that was rumored to beat his servants died the next morning, the very same flowers found in the back of the painting in a vase found in his throat.
And I still had one more thing left to give. One more thing that could save our family.
My virginity.
High society has not enthralled me these past twenty years and there were no marriage proposals, much to my family’s disappointment. People thought me too strange and too other.
I had begged my father to go with him on a ship when the season ended, to travel and find new paints, perhaps even open an art shop or become a traveling Paintress or Colorman on the continent.
Everything was wrong here and he had agreed, until his three ships had sunk, and the debtors came.
And now I was to be sold off by the Children of Blessed in their yearly auction to the Fae.
★⋆. ࿐࿔ ᝰ🖌
I wasn’t expecting this, to find my mate of all people tonight.
As the final hour of Tamlin’s curse was nearing, I had mentioned that Tamlin may be desperate enough to find himself at one of these silly little auctions the Fae fanatics had to Amarantha and she bid me to investigate and thwart Tamlin if need be. I had gone, if only for a night of freedom and to see what Tamlin was truly up to, and now here he was, face to face with my mate.
She was beautiful and everything I could have dreamed of and more in a simple white gown as she approached the stage, the bond not quite snapping into place yet, but humming deep in my veins. There you are. I have been looking for you for so long. My nostrils flared as I felt Tamlin’s interest grow.
“We are honored for our lords and ladies to join us on this night. Please accept these pure devotees and take care of them in your lands. They are yours to do with as you wish and are untouched.” A speaker with her silver bracelets flashing in the lamplight said as she opened her arms to the small group of humans and fey alike that had gathered in a tavern near The Wall. I smirked as my little mate rolled her eyes, wondering what had driven her to do this and offer herself up. Was she being forced by her father perhaps?
Either way, I wanted and needed her. Just for one night. One night of hope and love and tender relief, so that I might endure the next one hundred years if Amarantha was indeed to win. Or… or… I could let Tamlin win her… Perhaps she hated our kind and was merely doing this for money. If that was true… then maybe she could break the curse.
I could play the villain, no matter how it killed me, and pray Tamlin would come to rescue them and I could go home and-
I froze as her eyes found mine in the darkness, holding my gaze with an intensity that filled me with starlight. For she was not just human. No… she was more and she would be their salvation.
I had to have her.
Tamlin growled and shot him a look as he was outbid once more, the amount of jewels and coin growing obscene as she gave a pleased smile, until I was nearly tempted to invade Tamlin’s mind and force him to concede. As Tamlin waived the little fox over to confer with, I grit my teeth. Amarantha had given me quite a bit to thwart Tamlin with and I had a bit stashed Under the Mountain, useless these fifty years of entrapment, but it seemed Tamlin was intent on emptying the Spring Court’s treasury. If I did force him to concede, would he realize she was my mate? He could fight me off, but perhaps if I took control of the speaker…
“My lords, I do not wish to hurry you but unless you are able to produce-” The speaker said before flinching and gulping as Tamlin snarled and raked his claws across the wooden table, my mate glaring him down.
“Fine, enjoy your little pet, Whore. I pity the human and what will be left of her.” Tamlin spat as he stood and exited the tavern, the fox hot on his heels and whispering intently about sending out Andras.
I took what Tamlin had left on the table of coins and jewels, sweeping it into the large bag I had and presenting it to the speaker with a slight bow that had them growing flustered.
“You may claim your maiden. I can assure you we checked her innocence and purity. Enjoy, my lord.” The speaker said and as I pulled my mate close to me, I gave a feral little grin.
Claim I shall.
★⋆. ࿐࿔ ᝰ🖌
It was him. The male I had once painted. The one I kept dreaming of.
And now, he had me, but I was not going to make it easy.
I let him lead me close to The Wall, deep in the woods before a struck, pulling out my ashwood dagger, the bag of coin and jewels I was sold for half empty around my waist as I pressed him to the tree, dagger to his throat, and he, this bastard, had the audacity to laugh at me!
“You truly are not all human, are you? Your mind is a whirlwind of colors, my feisty little mate.” He said and I bared my teeth at him.
“Watch what you say. I will not let you take me. Go home with your life.” I said and though he may be able to disarm me despite some training I had, he seemed to decide to play along, his smirk growing wider.
Why did he have to be so beautiful and so infuriating?
“I usually at least know my enemies names first before they hold a knife to my throat.” He teased and my eyes narrowed.
“No. Names are power, especially to your kind. Tell me yours first.” I said and he tilted his head, leaning a bit into the dagger, eyes drawn to my lips.
“Rhys. Call me Rhys. Although I would not be opposed to pet names. Lover. Mate. The most handsome and powerful High Lord in Prythian.” He crooned and thought my veins were set alight by how right hearing his name was, I still scowled.
My paintings had warned me of the Fae. That they were out of control and evil. That there was a terrible blight on their side of the wall, each painting I tried to paint of what I imagined their lands to be growing strange moldy black spots that eventually overtook the canvas. Then there was what happened with what Children of the Blessed that did make it over the walls. And how they had enslaved humans for years.
But still… I sensed none of that from Rhys… just excitement and promise. As if he were the piece I have been missing all along.
It terrified me. I needed to get back to the manor before the debtors came. Nesta and Elain were engaged to men now they seemed to love and this could ruin them.
Even though everything in me screamed at me to stand my ground, I backed away slowly, dagger held in front of me to ward him off as I disappeared into the night, his eyes never leaving mine.
★⋆. ࿐࿔ ᝰ🖌
Nesta had given me a suspicious look when I handed Father the bag of riches and retired quickly to my room. I did what had to be done, what my mother had asked of me as she lay dying. They would be safe. For now.
But would I?
I sat at my easel as if I were possessed, broad strokes giving way to a… cave… the beautiful male, face in agony, chained far from the stars. I furrowed my brow as I took it in when I emerged from the strange fog that overtook me with these paintings. This… this did not seem like a prophecy, like so many of the others were, but it was still a horrible, wretched thing.
I would burn it… but it was still one of my creations…. and it needed to be saved.
★⋆. ࿐࿔ ᝰ🖌
Hello, Little One. My Little Paintress.
A voice whispered around me as I looked up at the glittering sky in the sea of stars I was softly cradled in. A dream? When had I fallen asleep? It was all so beautiful yet terrifying. But strangely in this vast cosmos, I felt warm. Protected. Loved.
“Hello?” I cautiously called out as the voice laughed, warm and melodic until the stars shifted and swirled together to make a large hand made of pure light that raised me to the face of a woman. No, a god. The god of these lands.
Mother. Not mine. But The Mother. The Mother of these lands as the Children of the Blessed crooned.
Yes, I have come to wake my champion. I have slept for too long and I loathe what my land has become. You must right it. It is why you are Cauldron Blessed.
“Me? I am one girl. What can I do?” I asked as she smiled and stroked my head with a large finger.
Use my gifts. Paint, Dear Child, and free them.
“I don’t understand.” I said and she kissed my head.
You will. Rest now, for the journey ahead.
★⋆. ࿐࿔ ᝰ🖌
No! Why is she here! Of all places! I had been so careful. I had spun a tale of what happened at the auction, claiming Tamlin had claimed a girl but that the girl was terrified of him and fled from him to Amarantha’s great amusement and glee. And now my mate was in the very place I had never wanted her to be.
Years of training kept my face placid as my mate marched into Amarantha’s court, a strange object wrapped in cloth attached to her back as she knelt, head bowed.
“What is this? Who is this bold little girl?” Amarantha cooed as The Attor flapped above his mate.
“I am a humble artist and I bring a gift to the great queen who has brought the Fae under her control. I hope that it will inspire your greatest desires.” My mate said, still not lifting her head.
“Let’s see it, then. If it is good enough perhaps I will let you leave with your life.” Amarantha said as everything in me screamed to winnow her away. The Attor took the object from off his mate’s back when she gestured to it, pulling the cloth off of it with his claws to reveal… a painting.
It was a painting of Amarantha staring into a mirror with a wicked, delighted smile, the candle light in the painting seeming to make her even more powerful and triumphant. I could feel her sickening pleasure and enchantment by it, my mate’s head still bowed.
How… how had she even known Amarantha? Even with Amarantha’s monsters that tested The Wall and slipped into human territory, or the fey Tamlin had desperately sent over…. how could she have captured Amarantha’s likeness and known to come here?
I was terrified. The last time I had been caught unaware, my powers were stripped from me and I was torn from Velaris, from my family.
“Well, well. This is rather remarkable. You did well, girl. Not only shall I let you live, but you will live here in my court. You’ll find I am a gracious patron.” Amarantha said, my mate nodding once and being led away with a flick of Amarantha’s wrist as she gestured for The Attor to bring the portrait closer to her so that she might admire it.
“What do you think, Rhysand?” She asked, tilting it slightly towards me as dread filled my stomach.
“It’s exquisite, although it pales in comparison to the real thing.” I said as Amarantha nodded.
“I shall hang it in my chambers. Do come and see it tonight.” She said, trailing her nails over my chest as I smirked before standing and bowing.
“I look forward to it. If you’ll excuse me, let me prepare for this occasion.” I said as she leered and inclined her head, dismissing me.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets, striding towards my chambers as I cast my mind out to find my mate. I found her talking with a few of the musicians that had been trapped under the mountain after that night. I hated it, but I would gladly be a villain to scare her into leaving.
“Human. Come here. I wish to speak with you and commission you.” I said as I heard ‘whore’ whispered in the cavernous room. I smirked as my mate approached, leering and grabbing her roughly by the shoulders.
“My bedroom has excellent lighting, you’ll find.” I said as I picked her up and winnowed her to my chambers. She gave me an unimpressed look as I tossed her on the bed and crawled towards her.
“You should do it for free, since you are already bought and paid for.” I said, grabbing her delicate ankle.
“Prick.” She said, sticking up her middle finger at me as I chuckled darkly.
“Yes, soon you can see mine. And careful, Darling, the next time you are so rude, I will take the offending appendage." I said, trying to look every bit the monster she must think I am, cloaking myself in darkness and letting my wings loom above her menacingly.
But she… she had the audacity to look bored! This little…. She may be my equal, but she is infuriating.
“That would be a shame, I think you will love my paintings.” She said, kicking me in the side so I would let go of her ankle before rolling off the bed and standing.
I don’t know if she felt the bond or if my eyes betrayed me, but she cupped my face with a soft smile.
“Everything will be alright, Rhys. You’ll see. The Mother is not far.” She said as she breezed out of my chambers and I sat there, frozen with hope and fear at war in my chest.
★⋆. ࿐࿔ ᝰ🖌
I had wondered when she would summon me again. So far she had been doing her best to play off her madness during the nightly revelries. But I saw… every time she twitched and looked at someone who was not there. How she stiffened as a ghostly spectre would whisper in her ear. I had not lied when I hoped it would inspire her deepest desires. To be loved and feared. The paint may give off certain toxins I had found, but this was all thanks to Mother making Amarantha see her dead sister once more and to have the lover she so desired at her beck and call.
The night after I first arrived I was invited to the nightly banquet, I kept to the shadows, mostly observing and avoiding Rhys, lest he ruin the plan Mother had laid out. Amarantha had shrieked, pointing at the air with nothing there asking what foul tricks were at play for her sister to rise from the grave. She had turned on all of the High Lords until they gave her such bewildering looks that she was forced to laugh it off as indulging herself and retired quickly. The next night was worse when she gave a pleased coo from her throne that a male named Tamlin finally came to his senses, only for no one to be there and the court silent and fearful.
After that, there were no more revelries… until tonight.
“Painter… you are to entertain all of us tonight by painting in front of us. If your painting is too crude your hands will be forfeit.” Amarantha declared as a canvas and easel were brought before me with an array of paints.
I wonder if Rhys had been forced to fetch them. It was of no matter. The poison was in the painting itself or rather the gift The Mother has blessed me with. After she showed me the horrors my mate has faced and who he truly is, I was more than happy to do this. I relished each stroke that began to form of Amarantha on her throne, feeling a sense of purpose and duty finally. Finally I would feel whole.
I turned the easel with a bow as Amarantha gasped. Her flowing white gown cascaded down the dais in ghostly form emanating power in the painting. And in one of the flames of the braziers I hid the number fifty. A countdown to her demise.
“You are a strange one but talented at the very least, baring me no ill will. Tell me your name and swear fealty to me.” Amarantha declared.
I pressed my lips together saying nothing as I watched the numbers fall.
49… 48… 47…
She would be dead within the hour and they would be freed.
★⋆. ࿐࿔ ᝰ🖌
I had to find what game my mate was playing at, before she got herself killed.
Answer her. I tried to urge only to be hit with a wall of swirling colors in her mind. And what was she watching so intently… not Amarantha who was now glaring and tapping her fingers.
“I am waiting, girl. Or have you suddenly gone mute and dumb?” Amarantha snarled and oh… the number in the flame was counting down.
My mate finally drew her eyes from the painting cocking her head defiantly as she stared at Amarantha.
“Are you alright? You’re bleeding.” She asked in faux concern as Amarantha scowled and we all held our breath as a bloody tear slipped from one of her eyes. She wiped at it, staring in horror before standing and pointing a finger to my mate.
“You! What have you done? A witch?” She hissed and my mate lifted her chin high.
“I have done nothing to you. All things must return to Mother, and I will have my mate.” She said and Amarantha hurled her power towards my mate as I yelled, until all of us stood in shock as the many hues and colors from her paints swirled around her to protect her before forming a large, multicolored wolf that snarled.
Amarantha trembled, clutching her face with a scream as it began to peel and crack, clawing her eyes out with her bloody fingernails for relief. The bloody sockets seemed endless as she screamed and wailed.
“No! It won’t end like this!” Amarantha sobbed, trying to hobble towards my mate, only for ghostly white hands to rise up from her gown, holding her in place.
10….9…8… the numbers were falling faster and faster, each half a minute until 0 showed and Amarantha let out a final scream, disintegrating into dust and—
I let out a wet, incredulous laugh as I felt my powers returning fully and without a second thought, I was in front of my mate, lifting her up with a delighted spin as she gave a surprised laugh.
“Why? How?” I asked, holding her close, freedom on my tongue as she gave me a wry yet tender smile.
“The Mother showed me. I could not let my mate suffer any longer.” She said and I did not care if the other High Lords saw the tears that escaped me as she wiped the tears.
“Truly?” I whispered and she nodded, leading me over to the banquet table and pressing a sliced section of pomegranate to my lips.
“If you’ll have me.” She said and I nodded, heart in my throat. There was just one more thing. One thing I had to know.
“What is your name?” I asked as she smiled.
“Feyre. Now Silly Boy it’s my turn to claim you.” She said with a wink as she drew me in for a kiss. I moaned into your lips, my head spinning.
Feyre. Feyre. Feyre. My mate. How sweet everything was now after so long.
The room seemed to melt away and perhaps it was Feyre’s strange magic and being as the cosmos shimmered beneath her skin and we were bared to one another in a sea of stars. I entered her, the bond singing beautifully in my mind as the sea of stars lapped around us, cradling us and keeping us afloat as she moaned and clung to me, the two of us moving as one until I didn’t know where I ended and she began. Silver trickled down my face as she kissed me over and over again until I was trembling in her arms as she clenched around me and I spilled into her.
I lifted my head, hardly able to see her through my tears as I kissed her, trying to pour love through the kiss as she smiled.
And then I said the only words I could for now.
“Thank you, Feyre Darling.”
A/N:
Done for Day 2: Enemies of Feysand Week. I am terrible with enemies to lovers and I think Feyre should get to kill Amarantha for her mate as a treat because me and all my homies hate Amarantha. I have also been playing way too much Expedition 33 and Love and Deepspace as a Rafayel main so thought it would be fun to give our beautiful paintress some more skills! So hopeful you enjoy the story and some of those influences!
Plus The Mother should get to play with her favorite barbies some more. Ik I would!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed some BAMF Feyre FTW and please leave a comment if you liked, even emoji reactions are precious to me as I love interacting with readers! Likes and reblogs greatly appreciated!!
Sugar On My Tongue
Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW
Wordcount: 1K
Ship: Feysand, Feyre x Rhys, Feyre/Rhysand
Event: @officialfeysandweek Feysand Week 2025 Day 1 Lavender Haze
Tags: Fluffy PWP, Mated Feysand, Soft Feysand,
CW: None except brief food/messes and outdoor sex.
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: After the war, Feyre decides to spoil Rhys with a redo of when she first accepted the mating bond.
It had to be perfect.
She still felt terrible she had only fed her mate soup. Canned, barely warmed soup at that.
So this has to be perfect.
Sure, she got the cake from their favorite restaurant, not wanting to chance it being completely inedible, but the frosting and decoration? That was all her.
It started when she had accidentally put too much paint on a palette knife one day and then it got her thinking. Her plan was only solidified when she had passed a bakery. And now as she was putting the final stars on the night sky she had frosted on the cake with shooting stars reminiscent of Starfall, she could not be more proud.
She only hoped that Rhysand would-
Hello, Feyre darling. Rhys whispered in her mind as he came up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle and kissing the back of her neck just under her breath. She huffed.
Darling. I thought I told you to wait another fifteen minutes. You ruined the surprise. She gently scolded as he hummed and swayed with her, hooking his chin over her shoulder, love coursing through their bond.
My apologies, High Lady. Rhys murmured, not sounding the least bit sorry as he hid a smirk against her cheek.
Feyre smacked his hand as he reached for the bowl of leftover icing and she knew without looking he was pouting. She squealed when he used his shadows to smear the frosting across her cheek, pressing hot kisses and tiny flicks of his tongue to clean it up.
“Rhys!” She said, turning in his hold and lightly tapping his nose to put a dollop of frosting from what was left on the palette knife on his nose. He gave a long, joyful laugh that had her smiling and winnowing away from him as he tried to chase her through the townhouse with fingers full of frosting.
The war was far behind them as the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court chased each other over the rooftops of Velaris, trading kisses and an exchange of frosting in between winnowing. Finally she trapped him in her art studio, pinning him down, careful of his wings and threatening to put the frosting in his raven blue locks as he held her hand.
She never thought she could be here. That they would be here, after everything. Happy and carefree in love. Indulging one another while having fun and mischief that did not depend on political schemes.
She was so incandescently happy and in love, seeing the same reflection in Rhys’ eyes of night.
“Alright, alright. I yield. As I always will to you, Darling.” Rhys said with a smile before claiming her lips in a kiss. She smiled against his lips, melting into him before pulling him up.
“Good, because that was only the beginning.” She said as she winnowed them back to the townhouse. Carefully she put the simple cake in an enchanted basket she had filled with other surprises. Rhys made a curious noise, trying to look more closely into the basket before she shut it and winnowed them both to the cabin.
Rhys watched her, hands in his pocket as she pulled out a blanket and some pillows from the basket along with some meats and cheeses and a bottle of wine. She finally put out the cake and Rhys sat beside her, reaching for it. She grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together before shaking her head.
“Not yet, My Love. You have been working too hard. Relax and let me feed you.” She said, pressing a fruit to his lips as his eyes shimmered, their bond overflowing with such love and gratitude it took her breath away for a moment. He relented, accepting the fruit and kissing her fingertips. The air was warm with a light breeze, the trees around the cabin swaying slightly as she continued to feed him, each bit of food traded for little nicks and a sucking at her fingers, his wicked tongue swirling against the pads of her fingertips as she felt herself growing wet.
She squirmed a bit as he smirked, feeling and smelling her arousal, before she decided she could play along as well, sucking lewdly at his fingers as he began feeding her, hollowing her cheeks and fluttering her lashes as he groaned. They sipped from the bottle of wine, their kisses sweet yet sinful as their tongues swirled around each other. She pulled from him, panting and grabbing a knife to cut a slice of the cake, Rhys swallowing harshly. She raised it between them as Rhys admired it.
Thank you, Feyre. For being you. Join me. Rhys said as he lowered his mouth to take a bite, eyes never leaving her as she did the same. They met in the middle with a laugh, frosting smearing against each other’s faces, reminiscent of their first time together.
Let me show my love and appreciation for you in return.
Rhys didn’t let her protest, gently laying her against the grass and blanket as the stars began to shine overhead.
He lifted her simple light blue gown up, surprise and pleasure coursing through the bond when he saw she did not have any lacey unmentionables on, her thighs wet with her arousal. She let out a moan as he kissed each inner thigh before spreading them over his shoulders and licking a broad stripe up her center. Her fingers fisted in the picnic blanket as she rocked against his wicked tongue and he made happy little hungry noises as he devoured her in ernest. She cried out when he slipped in two fingers, crooking them as he smirked and sucked at her throbbing bundle of nerves and she was cumming, shimmering slightly as she arched her back. Rhys licked her through it, even as she squirmed away, using her powers to tug at Rhys’ clothes until he was bare.
Need you. Now.
As my sweet mate commands. Rhys crooned in her mind, entering her in one smooth move and rocking with her beneath the stars. She held him close to her, kissing him wherever she could until she was gasping a second time and cumming with him following swiftly behind and spilling into her.
Sweetness coursing through them under their beloved stars.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! These two deserve all the happiness! Please leave a comment if you liked, even emoji reactions are precious to me as I love interacting with readers! More to come now that I've double checked the days oops lol. Likes and reblogs greatly appreciated!!!
Lord of Gifts
Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW
Wordcount: 1.3K
Ship: Haladriel, Saurondriel, Annatar x Galadriel
Tags: Pegging, Power Bottom Sauron, PWP, Enemies with Benefits, Dream Sex, Mind Sex, Straptember
CW: Timewise this is during the party at Eregion with the dwarves in Season 2
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Sauron has a plan to bring Galadriel to him once more through an unconventional gift.
AKA: Missing Rings of Power hour, Disa is such a bad ass and should get to peg Elrond and Durin as a treat, and also Galadriel stopping the wars and destruction of Middle Earth through pegging just amuses me.
“Annatar!” Mirdania drunkenly called from the gathering of Elves and Dwarves as he fought to keep his expression blank as he turned to her.
Annatar, Lord of Gifts, when he could have been Halbrand, King of the Southlands with Galadriel as his queen had that infuriating and enchanting she-elf not discovered who he truly was. What a dream it could have been.
But still, he would not have her any other way, a radiant light that would not be tamed in intensity nor in fierceness.
What he would give to have her calling to him instead of this cheap imitation he was playing with.
“Yes?” He turned to her slightly with a neutral expression, letting the cool breeze from the balcony overlooking the city play through his long hair. She blinked a bit stunned and enchanted and he smirked before she shook her head slightly.
“I have just heard the strangest thing from the Dwarves!” Mirdania said and he raised an eyebrow, begrudgingly curious. Perhaps this would allow him to have the Dwarves even more under his control.
“Oh?” He asked, trying not to flinch when she drunkenly sidled up to him, leaning up to whisper in his ear.
“They told me how the crown prince lets his wife take him like a man with a strange object.” She said with a giggle and wide eyes.
“Is that not fascinating?” She asked and he nodded, thoughts racing.
He has seen such peculiarities at the forges before but now… now he wondered if this could be what he needed to get close once more to his little she-elf, the bright and vexing light that has strayed from him.
“If you will excuse me, I will be retiring for the night.” He said, shouldering Mirdania away and stalking towards his chambers with a swish of his robe.
He had work to do.
He settled in his bed, reaching for the thin connection he had with Galadriel, pleased to find her already asleep. He took himself in hand and began imagining how she would look, imperious and triumphant as she took him. He would let her debase him, only to hold onto her light for as long as he could. He let out a pleased rumble when he felt her conscience stir and begin to take stock of the dream he had pulled her into.
She hissed, glaring at him when she saw what was happening.
“What matter of depravity is this, Sauron?” She spat and he grinned, letting out a grunt as the imagined Galadriel took him from behind like an animal with a brilliant, shining white phallus he had crafted out of Mithril with engraved stars and bursts of light.
He grinned as he taunted her with a few indecent moans, enjoying the furious blush high on her cheeks.
“What does it look like, Galadriel? Take control. Or is this form not pleasing enough to you?” He groaned, shifting until he resembled Halbrand once more, noting how the real Galadriel hesitated, her beautiful eyes simmering with emotions that would taste so sweet on his tongue.
He dismissed the illusion of the Galadriel that had been rutting into him, reclining regally on the bed and taking his cock in hand, the phallus shimmering at the edge of the bed and calling to her like her ring. He chuckled at the disgusted and disgruntled look on her face.
“Come now, you had no complaints when we had coupled before and here I am giving you all the power. Do you not wish to punish your enemy?” He goaded as she growled in frustration.
“This is a sick trick and nothing more. A horrible ploy to take more from me. I will not defile and debase myself in this way.” Galadriel snarled, her ring beginning to shine as she fought to tear herself from this dream when he reached out a hand, breath catching.
“Wait… please.” He said, voice pleading and echoing in the chamber as she furrowed her brow but stayed. Foolish, narrow-minded elves. He needed her here with him and it would be a small price to pay. He missed her, no matter how it pained him to admit.
She sighed.
“Why Sauron? There is nothing for me here.” She said and he hated that name on her lips right now as he tried not to howl in frustration and rage, reaching for her as she stepped back away from him.
She had to ruin all of his plans and thwart him at every turn. He hated and loved her for it.
“There is me. There is us. A chance for you to have power and dominion over me.” He said, hands clenching in his lap as she regarded him slowly, a spark of righteous fury burning in her eyes. A desire for power.
“I will not be kind or gentle.” She said and he grinned.
“I would expect nothing less, Commander. My greatest opponent and love.” He said and she scoffed.
“Love? What do you know of love, Deceiver? This is yet another strange plan of yours I must thwart.” She said, her dress disappearing as she stood bare before him and picking up the phallus and examining it.
“I know quite a bit more than you, Little Elf. Do the shape and craft please you?” He asked as she gave a slight nod and he gave a pleased, smug groan. He would gift her anything she wished from his smithy, all she need do is ask.
He watched as she fashioned the silken white ribbons on her hips and pulled him to her by the ankle so that he was on the edge of the bed. He chuckled with glee and excitement, fire and passion stirring in his breast once more at the sight of her as she hilted herself in him with one smooth thrust. He threw his head back, watching her with half lidded eyes as she grit her teeth and drove into him with the same determination and steadfast fury she showed in battle before suddenly slowing. He let out a whine of frustration without meaning too and she laughed, cupping his face.
“Oh my enemy.” She cooed, before swiveling her hips like he once had for her, causing him to keen and arch as she pressed deep inside his mortal body, pleasure shooting up his spine.
She was terribly crafty as she treated him tenderly, made him want her even more, made him believe his Lady of Light could love him as she took him in hand and stroked him, rather than take him brutally. Tears pricked his eyes and he felt far too many emotions that should have been long buried as he tried to kiss her. She turned her face and he sent out his power to work against her wet cunt, curling around her as much as she allowed. She trembled, holding back her cry as she came and he shook, unraveling beneath her, a hollow pit in his stomach as he already wanted more.
She would truly be the end of him. His cunning little strategist, turning this against him and resisting the temptation. To truly do it on her terms.
She withdrew, her armor appearing as she smoothed her hair and he frowned.
“Stay, please. I am at your mercy. You have shown me. Shown yourself.” He said, trying to grab her hand. Why could she not give into this temptation again?
“No.” She said simply before disappearing and severing the connection with a bright flash of her ring.
His eyes snapped open as he stared at the ceiling.
Well… she never said not again…
A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me if you enjoyed it in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated
Safe Between These Walls
Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW
Wordcount: 1.5K
Ship: Feysand, Feyre x Rhys, Feyre/Rhysand
Tags: Pegging, Bottom Rhys, Fluffy PWP, Mated Feysand, Soft Feysand, Straptember
CW: Vague allusions to Amarantha abusing Rhys, bottom Rhys, vague allusion to Rhys doing anal in his youth, takes place after Chapter 55 of A Court of Mist and Fury
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Fresh from their mating bond, while in the cabin, Feyre makes a discovery, and Rhys is all too happy to play
“What is that?” His beautiful mate asked with curiosity and Rhys struggled to blink through his sex haze as his eyes followed hers beneath one of the couches and… oh… oh no.
Mor!
How many times has he informed his cousin to take her belongings with her when she left the cabin?
He let out a groan and Feyre let out a light laugh, warmth trickling through their mating bond as she smiled and kissed his chest.
“Should I not have asked?” She asked with a wry little smirk, eyes a bit hesitant. He kissed the hesitance away before letting his head fall back against the wooden floor with a dull thud.
“It’s one of Mor’s toys she left behind.” He admitted in a low voice as she hummed, reaching over him to pick it up and hold it to the firelight as he tried not to inwardly cringe.
“A toy? How exactly does she play with it?” Feyre asked, furrowing her brow and examining the solid gold phallus with the black leather harness.
At least his cousin has taste as Rhysand admired the star engravings in the phallus. Does she make terrible puns with her bed partners like ‘do you want to see the stars’?
“How do you think she does?” Rhys purred, curious if Feyre would fall for the bait, if she would suggest taking him. The mating bond was still humming strong between them and his beautiful and beloved mate, his eternal stars, would certainly be better than her.
Feyre gave him a look before fastening the harness around her hips, her lips forming a small ‘o’ when she realized, staring down at the golden phallus, what Mor used it for. She gave Rhys a wicked, excited grin as he gave her a slow indulgent smile.
Yes. I trust you, and I’m always eager to learn what sparks your interest, Feyre darling. Rhys whispered in her mind, arousal and excitement simmering in his gut as she stood, holding out a hand to him as he blinked back tears at his strong, brave, but so tender, so good mate holding out her hand to him.
Hush, love. I will not take you here. You deserve to be taken apart carefully and put back together again like you have me. I will not be like her.
Never! He spat vehemently, taking her hand and pulling her close, ignoring the curving protrusion against his abdomen as he kissed her deeply and let her lead him to the bedroom they had first made love in.
The candles flickered to life in the room and he could not be prouder as he took in his mate, shining with power, laying him down gently and crawling towards him. Her hair fell in a curtain around him, the golden brown of trees in sunlight, a comforting warmth unlike that wretched red color as she pressed her head to his and looked in his eyes, twining their fingers together.
“Hello.” She whispered softly and so full of love with a soft smile that Rhys’ eyes burned.
“Hello.” He said with a rough voice and slightly wobbly smile, caressing her cheek.
After so many years, he found her.
His mate. His High Lady. His friend. His lover.
She meant so much to him, words were not nearly enough.
And just what is my High Lord thinking about so intently? Are you nervous? I will be as gentle as you were with me.
I know you will, my High Lady. I am thinking of how much I love you.
Sap. My big Illyrian Baby. I half wish we were at the Moonstone Palace.
Is that so? Why?
So I could take you on every surface there, including the floor where I threw my shoe at you.
Rhys giggled, hiding his smile in her neck and marveling at just how far they have come.
Oh? And what of the townhouse?
There too of course, in our home. The place where I began to feel myself again. And the House of Wind perhaps too. With my own collection, of course.
Of course. I will buy you one in every color. You still owe me a visit to the shop with lacy unmentionables.
Feyre pulled him back gently for a kiss, lips curved in a smile against his as she stroked his hair and giddy excitement coursed through the bond.
So how do I… Feyre trailed off in his mind, curious as he grinned and sent her a series of images.
You have experience with things… there? No jealousy burned through the bond at some of the explicit images Rhys had sent of what occurred in his youth, only curiosity as he snorted to himself. He was loathed to mention another male in their bed, particularly with this, but Tamlin could never.
Yes, we dreamers won’t deprive ourselves of finding new methods of pleasure.
Feyre grinned and Rhys winnowed a vial of oil into her hand as she slid down and began kissing his chest. He let out a groan of pleasure as she stroked his fully hardened cock and suckled at the head looking up at him through her lashes as she moaned around him. She worked down his shaft and continued stroking him with one hand as he simply watched, drinking her in and letting her take control. She pried off the cork to the oil with her sharp teeth and clumsily poured it onto her free hand, coating her fingers.
Sorry!
I don’t care about the mess, Feyre darling.
He rather welcomed the mess she would make of him.
She gave him a fond huff and eyeroll at his little smirk, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to the bottom of his shaft as she pressed a slick finger into him. He hissed, thankful for her mercifully blunt nails as she watched him, hand on the bond between them. Amarantha had never offered him any care, only humiliation.
He sucked in a breath, getting used to his mate’s finger in him as she slowly pumped it in and out of him like she had seen in the visions he had sent her. She leaned up to take his cock in her mouth once more, adding a second finger and pressing down in just the right- he cried out, back bowing and wings snapping out as she looked up at him with wide eyes, probing the bond to see if she had hurt him. He sent reassurance down the bond, trying to relay some of what he had felt to her as she pulled off with a wet pop.
“Oh.” She said breathlessly before getting a feral little smirk and just this once Rhys did not mind being hunted and pushed to his limits as she hit the spot over and over again before he was gripping the base of his cock to not cum so soon and encouraging her to add a third finger. She did and his wings rustled impatiently against the bed.
Feyre, please, darling. Rhys groaned in her mind, desperately needing her closer as she panted and nodded, using what was left of the oil to smear it down the golden phallus in her hand, her thighs beautifully slick and shining in the candlelight already. He was pleased she was enjoying this as much as he was already as she bent over him and guided the cock into him, not dissimilar to their first, frantic cuddling. Rhys gasped and pulled her in for a kiss, wings wrapping around her as she fully hilted herself within him. She rolled her hips experimentally, letting out a low moan when Rhys let her feel the sensations through the bond. Together they moved as one, Rhys growling playfully when she began thrusting into him while stroking his cock and reaching up to caress his wings.
Well, two can play at that, darling, and he would never deprive his mate and High Lady of any pleasure.
He gathered his power using it to slide up her thighs, curling and flicking against her poor abused bundle of nerves at her apex, another branch rushing into her soaking wet cunt as she whined, high pitched and needy. He panted, concentrating on bringing her to completion first as he caressed her breasts and sucked at her neck, whispering filth between their minds on how good he felt and- Cauldron, he was not going to last any longer if she kept running her fingers on his wings and, he smirked, triumphant as she shuddered above him, bursting into starlight and blinding him with her love and beauty as nothing but pleasure coursed through the bond until he too was cumming hard, bucking in her hold and spraying on his chest.
They lay in each other’s embrace, his wings cocooning them and hiding them from the glow of the moon through the cabin windows, safe between these walls, and Rhys couldn’t wait for what his mate had in store for him next.
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Glub Glub in the Tub
Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW
Wordcount: 3.5K
Ship: CrowFishMC, Sylus/MC, Sylus/You, Sylus/Rafayel, Rafayel/MC, Rafayel/You, Sylus/Rafayel/You
Tags: Merman Rafayel, Polyamory, Gender Neutral MC/Reader, No use of Y/N
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: There's a merman in your bathtub.
There's a mermaid in your bathtub. Well, you supposed, a merman. And technically, it isn't your bathtub, but rather, your lover's.
"Sylus. Explain." You said, turning to your lover who yawned, cracking his jaw and padded into the bathroom, dawn approaching.
"Ah. That. I did say I was going fishing, Kitten." Sylus said, drawing you to his chest as you stared at the slumbering merman and the long, glittering tail that hung out of the enormous bathtub, which was saying a lot.
"This is one hell of a fish. No way you caught this with your late night deep sea fishing." You accused, looking up at Sylus who gave you a wry smirk.
"Fine. You caught me. He was at a... rather unsavory auction, and I won him. He is a Lemurian I have had business with in the past, but you may know him as the famous artist, Rafayel, I believe he goes by now. He is wanted but I think we can strike a deal, once he awakens. The tank they had kept him in was filled with sedatives, and it was quite difficult to transport him here." Sylus said and you pinched his side.
"You didn't think to tell me any of this before I came over?" You hissed as Sylus shrugged.
"I wasn't expecting you, Sweetie, and I was tired." Sylus said as you shook him a little. True, you had decided last minute when you finished your shift and had tomorrow off to surprise Sylus with a visit, but this was rather a bit much.
“We can’t just leave him here!” You said and Sylus ignored you, picking you up and carrying you to bed as you beat at his shoulder lightly.
Ugh. At least he wasn’t carrying you like a cat again.
He tucked you into bed, his Evol keeping you lightly pinned until he crawled under the sheets and enveloped you in his hold. You sighed, relenting for a bit as you stroked his hair while he nuzzled into your neck, his weight a pleasant comfort to you as he slept on his stomach.
You can’t let yourself be lulled to sleep. You need to find out more about this mysterious merman, and why you felt so drawn to him.
🛁
Damn your lover for being a big bulky lump. You stared at the canopy as your lover snored lightly against you, trying to figure out how you were going to wiggle out and away from him. You tried tickling him, to no avail. Should you try and text Luke and Kieran to help you? You huffed, wiggling down under his arm as he grumbled.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Sylus mumbled in a sleep rough voice, one eye sliding open.
“I’m hungry. Go back to sleep.” You said, kissing his lips. He hummed, lifting his arm so you could be free and going back to sleep.
You quietly slipped down to the kitchen because, well, you were hungry and perhaps the merman could use some food too. Plus it would give Sylus time to fall back asleep.
You filled a bowl full of fresh fruit, hoping the merman would eat some of it, as you did not see any signs of seafood in the refrigerator nor were any of the chefs present. Had Sylus emptied the place for the merman?
You crept back upstairs, shooting Mephisto a look from his perch as you snuck into the ensuite bathroom. The merman’s eyes were still closed and you stood there awkwardly, admiring his tail before approaching and leaving the bowl beside the bathtub. You gasped as you lifted your head to be met with intense bright blue eyes that faded to the color of the sea at sunset. He grabbed your wrist as you pulled back, staring at you intently.
"Hello, I'm-" You said before he cut you off with a wry smirk.
"I know who you are. Tell me, do you know who I am?" He asked and you blinked.
"Rafayel?" You ventured and he beamed.
"So you do remember! It’s been 800 years. Jellyfishes are walkin’ naked, sea turtles are climbing trees, sharks are eating grass for free, and finally, you remember me.” He said and you stared at him in confusion.
Was it the drug?
“Did you hit your head? Oh, there’s a mark on your neck.” You said, hand moving to his neck as he released your wrist before clasping your hands together.
“Careful, I might blow bubbles at you.” He said playfully before looking around the room.
“I didn’t think you could afford a place like this on a Hunter’s salary. I should have made my move sooner.” Rafayel said and you let out a small ‘huh?’ of confusion.
“This isn’t my place. It’s my lover’s, and how do you know I am a Hunter?” You asked, as you had changed into the pajamas Sylus kept for you at the base. Rafayel’s face fell slightly as he crossed his arms and pouted.
“Lover? Two of us can tease and play jokes then, My Devout Follower. Glub, glub, glub. Fishies like me don’t understand humans.” Rafayel said and you just fell into further confusion, putting the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature as he scrutinized you. His eyes darkened as he became closed off and pulled away from you.
“I see. You don’t truly remember. I was foolish. Who exactly is your lover than transported me here as if I were a mere pet, and what can I expect? I will not be caged and toyed with.” Rafayel said, summoning a dagger that pulled at your mind as being eerily familiar, your heart squeezing painfully and thudding.
“Sylus. He wants to strike a deal with you is all. I won’t let him harm you.” You said and he gave you a long look, his chest almost seeming to glow before he dismissed the dagger.
“Surely the rich bastard has a pool. Take me there, it’s too cramped and cold here.” Rafayel said and you stood, hands on your hips surveying him. You were strong thanks to your training, but his tail alone was the size of you.
“You’re too big. Can’t you change?” You asked and he gave you such an affronted look you had to fight not to laugh before he flicked up the fluke of his shimmering tail, pointing to the strange black band around it.
“They put an Evol canceling cuff on me and the drugs are still in my system. Unless you know where the key is…” Rafayel said and you looked to the doorway, surprised Sylus had not awakened yet. The two of you had been talking quietly but Sylus must be very tired to have ignored the two of you.
“I can wake Sylus and ask.” You said, turning to leave before he grabbed your hand with both of his, water sloshing out of the bathtub.
“No. I don’t want him awake yet.” Rafayel hissed. “You’re smart, you can figure something out.”
You furrowed your brow.
“Are you afraid of him?” You asked, trying to grasp the situation. Rafayel rolled his eyes.
“Puh-lease. No, I’m not scared of that weirdo. I just don’t feel like dealing with him right now. Let me spend more time with you.” Rafayel said and you wondered at their shared history before nodding.
“Alright. There should be a loading cart near the bay for shipments I can borrow and bring up through the elevator.” You said. You had a feeling you would still wake Sylus up but would try your best.
Rafayel released you and you tiptoed back into the bedroom, controlling your breathing as you looked to make sure Sylus was still asleep. He seemed to be, his back rising and falling as he held the pillow you had been using earlier to his front. You reined in your little victory dance until you were safely downstairs, making your way to the secret loading bay.
“Hey! Other Boss!” The twins said excitedly as you opened the door and you swore when they put down the boxes of weapons to rush over to you.
“Hi Boys… I was just… um… bored and exploring.” You said and Luke and Kieran turned to each other.
“Surprised Boss let them out of bed…”
“He was really tired last night.”
“Hey! Why don’t you come play some games with us then?” Kieran asked as Luke nodded and gave a thumbs up.
“Oh… I’d love to but I actually need to grab something and get back upstairs.” You said, shuffling over to the loading cart.
The twins looked at each other before tilting their heads as you grabbed the cart.
“Are you guys doing something weird up there?” Luke asked and you groaned as you froze, thunking your head lightly to the metal bar as the twins cackled.
Sure. Whatever. Let them think it was for weird kinky sex roleplay and not helping a merman somewhat escape.
You pushed the cart quickly to the freight elevator that would take it upstairs and quietly pushed it to Sylus’ bedroom, only to almost hit the doorframe. Fuck. You opened your eyes from the wince, detecting no movement from Sylus before having a quiet stare off with Mephisto, trying to communicate your intentions of bribery. He cocked his head before hiding under his wing and you quietly maneuvered the cart into the bathroom, quietly closing the door and letting out a sigh of relief as Rafayel lolled his head back to look at you and sigh. You put the cart next to the bathtub and went to grab under his armpits, only for him to swat you away and lift himself out of the bathtub and onto the cart. Wow, he was actually really toned and those biceps don’t seem to be just for show. Shaking your head to not get distracted by his dripping chest and the strange magnetic pull and attraction you felt to him (and something more you did not want to admit), you glanced at his very long and thick tail that was hanging off the edge of the cart.
“I don’t want to roll on it or have it drag on the ground. Maybe if you turn the other way and I can carry it over my shoulders as I push you?” You whispered and he glowered.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Rafayel said and at first you thought he was glaring at you, until you heard Sylus chuckle behind you with a soft, sleepy voice, causing you to turn as he leaned against the door frame in his silk robe, arms crossed.
“Immensely.” Sylus said, stepping more into the bathroom and looking down at Rafayel who bared his teeth, eyes flashing blue and frills appearing behind his ears.
“Relax, Minnow. I mean you no harm. We have had some pleasurable moments together and want the same things. I am gracious enough to share, even if you spoiled your chances by waiting too long.” Sylus murmured as Rafayel’s lips tightened into a thin line, his eyes returning to normal.
“Minnow? How insulting. I should stab you for that And… I was being cautious.” Rafayel said, looking at you as your heart pounded.
It was like he was urging you to remember, as you had with Sylus recently. You might have shared a past life with Rafayel, but that did not explain Rafayel and Sylus’ seemingly shared past. And you hated being left in the dark and unknown.
“You were overplanning.” Sylus said and Rafayel huffed.
“And what are your plans? They mentioned you want to strike a deal? Is that why you are still keeping me like this?” Rafayel asked, flicking his tail angrily, the band catching in the bathroom lighting as Sylus’ gaze sharpened.
“My apologies, I had not noticed. I thought it was merely an effect of the drugs. As for the deal, well… we’ll get to that in due time.” Sylus said, trying to use his Evol to break the band off of Rafayel’s tail, glaring when it absorbed his Evol.
“Should I try resonating?” You asked and Sylus shook his head.
“No… it seems I will have to send Luke and Kieran on a hunt. For now, let’s get more comfortable.” Sylus said, picking you up in one arm and Rafayel in another, mist enveloping you until you were staring down at his pool. He relaxed his hold on Rafayel, letting him splash into the pool inelegantly. He resurfaced, finally able to stretch out as he sputtered and glared.
“What? It’s even a saltwater pool.” Sylus said with a little smirk and you swatted him lightly.
“Be nice.” You muttered, trying to wiggle down from his hold, entranced by the merman swimming about in the pool.
“You heard them. Be nice and tell me about this deal.” Rafayel said, swimming up to the two of you as Sylus lowered you and came to sit at the pool’s edge.
“It’s simple. We have been drawn to each other in the past as they have your heart and I have half of their soul, forever intertwined, and I protect what is mine. You stay here under my care and we pool our resources together to take down EVER.” Sylus said and your heart fluttered.
You had Rafayel’s heart? That’s why they were so drawn to each other throughout the vast cosmos? Because of you?
If only you could remember.
Rafayel looked at the two of you intensely for a moment before sighing and giving a wry smile.
“As it happens, I am in the market for bodyguards.” Rafayel said and you could not help but match his smile, feeling hopeful, before frowning.
Had you ruined what they had together? Was any of this real? Or was it some cruel cosmic joke?
Sylus frowned when his phone rang, standing up and going to the other side of the pool room, leaving you and Rafayel alone for a moment as he looked at you with half lidded eyes.
“Do you want to join me?” He said, swimming backwards and holding out his hands.
“If you know me, why did you wait so long!” You blurted out and he blinked, half submerging himself so only his eyes were visible as he thought for a moment before swimming up to you.
“We have not always had the most peaceful existence together. I wanted to ensure we would be able to be happy and at peace together first before I opened my heart to you once more. You have been torn from me too many times.” Rafayel said and your heart ached as you gave him a small smile.
“Well, I am glad to finally have you in my life.” You said and Rafayel froze before surging up to kiss you, causing you to squeak in surprise as you heard Sylus approach. Oh no.
“You kiss them first and not me? After I offer you a home and protection?” Sylus tutted, crouching down next to you with a smirk and a drawl, poking Rafayel’s head. Rafayel pulled away from you and rolled his eyes, leaning over to kiss Sylus with an exaggerated “mwah” until Sylus grabbed his head and deepened the kiss, his aether core eye glinting at you as he looked for your reaction. You let out a little whimper, growing excited as your heart pounded.
“Does this mean I have two boyfriends? I really desire two boyfriends.” You said playfully as hope colored your voice. Sylus pulled back with a smirk.
“No…” Sylus said and you froze before his smirk widened. “You have one boyfriend and a fish.”
You gave a strangled laugh as Rafayel splashed Sylus, completely soaking him while Sylus gave him a dirty look.
“One all powerful and almighty lover, and a pet crow. Are you opposed? I will not agree to anything if you are.” Rafayel asked intensely and you grabbed his hand, holding it and squeezing it.
“I am not opposed at all. I feel drawn to you, and you feel right. I want to trust my instincts.” You said and he beamed, kissing you once more as you moaned.
“Luke and Kieran said that the owner did not make a key for the band, so we will have to figure out another way to free you. I have a few Lemurian artifacts I was going to use to lure you in the vault that might help.” Sylus said as Rafayel glared.
“You bastard.” Rafayel said as Sylus pushed on his head while he stood to go to the vault.
You stood, discarding your pajamas, left only in your underwear as Rafayel asked hungrily. When else were you going to get the chance to swim with a real merman? You dove into the pool, Rafayel swimming under to meet you as you smiled and waved at him bubbles escaping the two of you. You swam together and you hoped that it would help unlock some core memories, but alas it did not.
The two of you looked up as Sylus stuck a hand in the water, swishing it around to get your attention as if you were fish at the aquarium. Rafayel swam up and bit his fingers as you surfaced and giggled, Sylus baring his teeth at Rafayel playfully, a few golden objects in the crook of his arm.
Rafayel sighed as he looked at the objects laid out in front of him, pointing to each.
“Musical instrument, aphrodisiac, and a container for cosmetics.” Rafayel said as you and Sylus looked at them in interest.
“You just got them because they were shiny, didn’t you?” You teased Sylus and Sylus shrugged.
“Thought they would be useful eventually as well. The aphrodisiac may certainly be fun later.” Sylus said, holding up the golden scallop shaped object as the tips of Rafayel’s ears turned red.
You giggled before feeling bad as you were not any closer to getting the band off of Rafayel’s tail.
“I brought my tool kit down, let’s see if we can break it off.” Sylus said, discarding his robe to sit on the steps leading into the pool, pulling Rafayel’s fluke into his lap as he took a small screwdriver to the latch of the band.
Wanting to do something, you centered yourself, the water surrounding you helping you to begin drawing on the ancient magic from your past life you were only just barely able to comprehend, desiring to free Rafayel.
A click sounded as you opened your eyes and the band fell off into the water. In a flash of light, Rafayel’s tail disappeared, Sylus holding him by the ankles as Rafayel stared.
Rafayel snapped his fingers, a flicker of a flame Evol appearing between his thumb and forefinger and as the flame danced, you remembered.
“God of Tides.” You said in a shaky breath as the memories of Lemuria’s sacred flame rushed at you. Rafayel whipped his head up to you, breath catching as you swam towards him and kissed him desperately.
“You… you remember?” Rafayel asked in a scared but hopeful voice as you moaned and nodded. He held you to him in the shallows, his cock pressing against you through your underwear as you squirmed in his lap, wanting to be so close to your lover after a millennia of being apart. You drew back for air, reaching out for Sylus and dragging him into a kiss as well, finally feeling complete.
“Thank you. Thank you for bringing him home. I love you.” You said to Sylus as Sylus softened and nuzzled you.
“I love you too. I would do anything for you.” Sylus said and your heart felt so full as Rafayel huffed and drew Sylus into a kiss.
“Yeah, yeah, thank you.” Rafayel said and Sylus grinned against his lips, before picking up the two of you.
“Hey! Where are you taking us?” Rafayel protested as Sylus shifted so that one of you was in each arm.
“You looked so cute in the bath and the saltwater is drying my skin.” Sylus said as you grinned and Rafayel crossed his arms.
You sucked in a breath when you made it to the ensuite bathroom, seeing that Sylus must have used his Evol to ensure the bath was steaming once more and filled with bubbles. Sylus put each of you in the enormous bathtub before climbing in and pulling Rafayel into his lap as you climbed on Rafayel and straddled him after standing and pulling off your underwear, tossing it on the marble floor. You gripped his half hard cock, stroking it as the bubbles popped all around you and he moaned, leaning against Sylus who kissed his neck and palmed his chest, one hand moving beneath the water and causing Rafayel to moan.
“I suppose I should repay the two of you.” Rafayel said in a breathy voice as you kissed his chin, thumbing his cock head.
“Only if you want to. I am just happy to have you again and want to be close.” You said as Rafayel searched your eyes and gave a little nod.
“Yeah.” Rafayel said, hoisting himself up slightly and looking over his shoulder at Sylus.
“Well, come on. You were putting your fingers in me like you wanted to put something else in me.” Rafayel said as Sylus groaned and you watched Sylus guide his cock through the water to Rafayel’s hole, Rafayel dropping down on it with a loud moan that had you clenching. You hiccuped as Rafayel trailed slick fingers along your hole, looking at you in question as you eagerly nodded, accidentally knocking the bottle of lubricant off the ledge as your lovers chuckled. Sylus sat still, letting Rafayel open you up before you were eagerly grabbing Rafayel’s cock and sinking down on it. The three of you enjoyed the warmth of the water and the closeness of the three of you after an eternity until you felt Sylus’ legs push against the edge of the tub, rocking up into Rafayel who gasped and moaned, rocking up into you. The three of you moved together, trading lazy kisses and ignoring the water spilling out of the bathtub until you were shaking and cumming with a cry, Rafayel tensing and filling you up not long after while Sylus threw his head back and let out a throaty groan. You rested on Rafayel’s chest where his heart would be, tapping out your heartbeat as Sylus stroked your back before the three of you detangled yourselves, rinsing off in the shower.
And as the two of you finally took Rafayel out of the bathroom and into your bed, everything felt right.
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By the Lamp Grass Glow
Rating: E/NSFW
Wordcount: 1K
Ship: Venluc, Diluven, Venti x Diluc
Tags: Fluff and Smut, Picnic Date, Top Venti, Bottom Diluc
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Diluc has been working hard and Venti wants to spoil his dear lover.
There were few things Diluc knew for certain. Plant Cecelia by the gate for the Anemo's Archon blessing according to his late father. Grapes that are covered in bloom will make the sweetest wine. And finally, the Anemo Archon is not as sneaky as he likes to pretend to be.
Diluc looked over his shoulder at the bard sometimes known as Barbatos who was curled up behind him, perching on the chair like the cats he was allergic to.
"You're working too hard and too much. Come with me." Venti said and Diluc cracked his neck, grabbing another sheet of paper as the fireplace crackled and popped in the twilight settling around Mondstadt at Dawn Winery.
"No, there's too much to be done, and you promised you'd behave." Diluc said as Venti pouted.
"Your god has seen your efforts and demands you offer yourself rest." Venti whispered in his ear as the sweet scent of Cecilia enveloped Diluc, causing him to both shiver and relax slightly.
"What a terrible abuse of power, knowing my past devotion." Diluc hummed and Venti pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Past, devotion?" Venti wondered with a slight giggle, falling into Diluc's lap with a smile that made Diluc's heart flutter. Diluc said nothing, doing his best to work around Venti as Venti sighed.
"Is it so horrible I would like to do something nice for you and take care of you? You protect our city and make Mondstadt proud and yet still you work, work, work with no end in sight. I will not see you go into an early grave or run yourself ragged." Venti said, cupping Diluc's face with a tender, earnest expression that made him want to squirm.
Diluc sighed, relenting and closing his eyes as he let Venti kiss his forehead, before he stood and lifted Venti into the crook of his arms while Venti gave a delighted giggle and little 'woo-hoo'!
"Take care of me then, Barbatos."
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Diluc blinked in surprise as Venti led him to the picnic he had set up on a hidden shore in Wolvendom. Venti took the bouquet of Lamp Grass he had collected for Diluc from Diluc's arms and placed them in the glass vase in the middle of the picnic blanket and cushions that were laid out, surrounded by the glowing blue of the still growing lamp grass.
It was... nice... more than nice, actually, it was breathtaking.
Venti sat Diluc down, taking out a bottle of wine from the basket and a few items that Venti must have gotten from Good Hunter, including a Sticky Honey Roast. Diluc lit the candelabra with his vision, although he did not think it was necessary with how brightly the Lamp Grass was glowing. Still the fire was a comfort.
Diluc never thought he would be wooed by his Archon but here he was, feeling incredibly lucky and special. He pulled Venti into his lap, kissing the back of his neck, a bit overwhelmed as Venti hummed happily and looked up at him.
Diluc knew he could be a bit harsh and stern at times, but wanted to show his Archon how much he has always meant to Diluc, even if Venti already knew.
"Can I show you something?" Diluc asked and Venti nodded, looking at him with curious, bright eyes. Diluc kissed his head and stood, walking towards the water's edge.
"Don't laugh or tease. I was always... fascinated by Barbatos' wings. When I was younger, I dreamed of flying with you..." Diluc said, shedding his coat and concentrating on his vision.
"We can fly anytime you'd like. I would love to show you the sky." Venti said with a soft smile and Diluc exhaled, urging the fiery bird he loved to command to instead create giant wings of Pyro at his back, letting him hover in the air. Venti's mouth hung open a bit and suddenly Diluc was surrounded by feathers as Barbatos rushed over to him, his broad wings outstretched as he flew Diluc up into the sky with a kiss.
"You are stunning, my dear Diluc, this is quite a look." Barbatos teased in a melodic voice that had Diluc growing hot.
"Take me, Barbatos. I am yours and you promised to take care of me." Diluc said and Barbatos gently flew them down, laying Diluc down in a bed on a small wooden boat surrounded by the flora of Mondstadt.
"I will, my good boy." Venti said and Diluc moaned, head becoming soft as he was enveloped in a cocoon of feathers. Venti kissed Diluc’s neck, unbuttoning his vest and shirt before working his breeches off of him, huffing in annoyance when they got caught in Diluc’s boots, taking them off and enveloping Diluc once more, the moon shining through Barbatos’ brilliant white feathers and golden adornments.
“Where is it? No, not by your tit.” Venti muttered as he smacked his hand around the wood of the boat looking for something before letting out a cheer and uncorking a bottle of oil. He worked Diluc open thoroughly, tenderly, whispering sweet praises in Diluc’s ear as Diluc relaxed and was content in his Archon’s hold.
“That’s it, my fiery love. My sweetheart.” Barbatos crooned in Diluc’s ear as he pressed his cock in, rocking Diluc against the seat of the row boat carefully. He hilted himself, brushing Diluc’s bangs back tenderly and kissed him as he pulled out slightly, using his wings to propel him forward, bits of Anemo stirring up the flowers and causing the petals to fall on Diluc as Diluc moaned.
“My most beautiful and steadfast aria.” Barbatos said with a smile, eyes slightly glowing as Diluc trembled, arching his back and coming with a cry at the love and praise, Barbatos working him through it until he too was coming. As Barbatos moved them gently back to shore, humming and stroking Diluc’s hair, there was one more thing Diluc knew for certain.
His Archon loves him so much.
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