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I know i sent a request in and I don't means to sound rude but did tumblr eat it?

Tumblr loves to eat my asks

omg I'm so sorry! I don't have one from you and this keeps happening to me too it's infuriating!!!! I'll see them on my ipad but never my laptop like wtf?? please send it in again I feel so bad

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Your Feelings, My Feelings

Dean Di Laurentis x reader

note: When Off Campus came out I fell for Dean IMMEDIATELY. like that man right there??? love of my life, I need him to be real. I also didn't think I would end up writing an off campus fic but here we are

warnings: a little angst, comfort

Get up the stairs, you tell yourself. Get up and in the house and then you can cry. As soon as you slam the front door of the hockey house shut. Taking in a gasping breath you let out the tears you’ve been holding in since your last class. “Fuck,” you whisper. 

It’s been a rough couple of months, and to make it worse you’ve been keeping all your feelings locked in a box weighing down on your chest. 

You don’t know why. Everyone in your circle always tells you they’re here for you if your thoughts get too loud again. Especially Dean, the love of your life and sweetest man you’ve ever met. 

The thought of being a burden stops you from sharing with the people you love. And everyone’s been having a rough go of it this month. You would hate to add to someone else’s pile of problems with your own. 

“Y/n?” Tucker’s sweet voice has a hint of worry as he slowly approaches you. Pulling yourself together as best you can (which is just a smile plastered on your red, tear stained face) you face your friend. “Hey Tucker.” Your voice cracks on his name. 

His face folds into a sad look that reminds you of Kermit the Frog. Correlating Tucker to the sweetest muppet does nothing to help your tears, if anything you start sobbing a little harder because he’s so sweet. 

“Oh y/n,” Tucker says softly. Gently draping his arm across your shoulder he guides you to the couch, leaving you for a moment to make you a cup of tea. 

He brings you back a steaming mug of your favorite black tea. “I got the good honey when I went shopping.” He gives you a comforting smile. “Thanks.” You say through the lump in your throat. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shake your head no, not trusting your voice this time. “Ok. Dean should be home soon though, I bet that will cheer you up.” Tucker gently pats your shoulder and leaves you be, busying himself in the kitchen to give you time alone.

You focus on taking deep, calming breaths but the feeling of anxiety keeps crawling up your throat making harder to keep your tears at bay. Gripping the ceramic mug you stare down into the liquid, watching as the steam dissipates, turning to hold your breath to keep everything back. 

After an eternity the squeaking of the front door hinges followed by Dean and Logan making their presence known has you jumping out of your skin. You keep your head down, not wanting your boyfriend to see how upset you are yet. 

“Baby!” Dean says excitedly. You peek up at him through your wet lashes and watch as his expression changes from happy to worried. Switching into concerned boyfriend mode Dean kneels in front of you, carefully taking the mug from your hand, setting it down on the coffee table. He cups your face in his large hands, tilting your face up to meet his. “Hey,” he coos. “What’s wrong? Why is my favorite girl crying, huh?” He swipes the tears away under your eyes with his thumbs. The question makes your face scrunch up and all your efforts to keep your feelings bottled up fail. 

Leaning into Dean’s hold you start crying even harder than before. Dean scoops you up, quickly taking you up to his bedroom to give you privacy. 

Dropping onto his bed with you in his lap Dean holds you to his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. “It’s ok, I got you y/n. I got you, you’re safe with me baby.” He whispers as you sob into his chest. “Let it all out, baby.” 

You cry until you run out of tears. Your eyes sting and your nose is raw from how many times you’ve wiped it. You pull away from Dean to collect yourself. Your boyfriend is not ready to let you go, his hand lingers between your shoulder blades, rubbing soothing circles against you. 

“Sorry,” you say, your voice rough. “Don’t do that.” Dean chastises. 

You rub at your temples. “I know, I know. It’s just that you’ve had a lot going on–” Dean cuts you off by pressing a finger to your lips. He shakes his head at you. “We’ve talked about this y/n. Just because I have stuff going on does not mean you aren’t allowed to be too. Don’t shrink yourself down for my sake. Not when I want to help you.” 

You nod, taking his hand in yours to rest it in your lap. You play with his fingers as you gather your thoughts about where to start with what went wrong. Dean lets you take your time even though he’s practically vibrating to make everything better. He needs you to let out your feelings before he can take care of your problems. 

Collecting yourself, you tell Dean what you’ve been holding in for almost a month. Stress from class, internships, the future, even the stress Dean feels you feel. After you’ve finished Dean gives you a heartbreaking look. The pout on his perfect lips makes your heart break a little. 

“Oh baby. Come here,” Dean holds his arms open for you to crawl into his lap. You relax against his chest, your ear right above his calming heart beat. “I know we both have a lot on our plates but that doesn’t mean you can’t confide in me. That’s what I’m here for. And you should not feel the need to take on my stress baby, you’re already working so hard.” He gently nudges your shoulder, letting out a breathy laugh. “I know, I know.” You rub your tired eyes. “I can’t help it! I just want you to be ok.” 

Dean squeezes you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know, and I love that about you.” You squeeze him back letting out a sigh. “We need a break,” you sigh again. Dean hums in agreement. “Well…spring break is a couple weeks away. And neither of us have anything planned yet.” You both give each other conspiratorial looks. 

The rest of the night is spent with you and Dean pressed against each other, scrolling booking websites for your perfect spring break get away. “Spa at the resort is a must.” Dean says as you click on the first hotel. “Yeah, yeah Mr. Moneybags. We get it, you need to be pampered.” Dean pinches your side making you giggle, happy for the pleasant distraction from everything.

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and what if a posted a dean di laurentis x reader fic?? HUH (I'm threatening you guys witha good time btw)

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Your Words Forever

Mob!Azriel x reader

Warnings: sexually suggestive at the end

Note: I’m so sorry I’m posting this late! I had a late night at work and my weekend ended up being busier than I thought because of the stupid holiday. I hope you’re all doing well 💖

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Your phone buzzed just as your cool down ended on the treadmill. Swiping out of YouTube you open the message app to see a text from Cassian. 

Cass: I spy a car comin down the driveway :)

You scream in excitement, booking it out of the home gym, taking the stairs two at a time up to the first floor. Cassian stands by the front door typing away on his phone only looking up when you grab his bicep, pulling on his arm out of excitement. 

“How long have they been gone now?” Cassian asks

“3 weeks and 2 days,” you respond immediately. “It’s the longest we’ve been apart since we got engaged.” For the first time in your relationship Azriel had to travel to Europe for work. Typically, if he went to a different state within driving distance Azriel would try his best to come home the same day or first thing the next morning. Whatever was going on required more than a day trip. 

You had hoped Azriel would bring you with him last minute. By the time you were kissing him goodbye it sunk in that you weren’t tagging along. Just him, Rhys, and a few of his men. 

Watching the car inch down the driveway was maddening. You swear whoever was driving was going slow on purpose.

The black SUV finally came to a stop in front of the front porch, all four doors plus the trunk open all at once. Cassian opens the front door to greet his brothers but Azriel cuts him off. “Where is she?” Azriel asks quickly. He pushes his sleek black sunglasses on top of his head to shoot Cassian a serious glare. His brother smirks at him, stepping aside to reveal you practically bouncing up and down. 

The smile on Azriel’s face grows to dazzling as soon as his hazel eyes land on you. You don’t even get to cross the threshold to greet your fiance. Azriel clears the small stone steps and porch to fling his broad body at you, wrapping you in his arms. Muscle memory has you putting your arms in their rightful place, wrapped around his neck, pulling Azriel impossibly closer to you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck breathing you in, reveling at the feel of you against him after so long. 

Azriel’s hands travel slowly down your back to your thighs, scooping you up and pressing his forehead to yours. “My love,” he murmurs, pressing little pecks to your lips. “Oh my love, I missed you like you wouldn’t believe.” 

You press a long, wanting kiss to his lips. “Missed you more.” You whisper against him. “I doubt that,” Azriel groans, deepening the kiss, pressing you to his body.

You break apart from him with a small ‘oh’, just remembering the thing you’ve patiently been waiting to show Azriel. Pushing on his chest gently to be put down Az complies, still keeping his hands planted on your waist. After being away for so long Azriel refuses to let you wander farther than arms length. 

“I wanna show you something. I got something while you were away, it’s kinda crazy though.” You smile and scrunch your face. He raises a brow in confusion as to what his quiet girl could’ve done. 

“Don’t keep me in suspense angel, what did you do?” Azriel teases, trying to pull you back to him. You lightly push against his chest to turn with your hip towards Az. 

“You know how you always hold my hip right here and pull me close to you? And you leave me notes in the morning when you leave for work or when you go away?” Azriel nods, a soft smile pulling at his lips. 

Your heart starts pounding, cheeks flushing from the shyness that’s suddenly overcome you. 

“Well, I kept rereading the note you left and the others. I noticed you always sign them ‘Always yours, Forever mine’ and loved it. When I was reading them I realized I wanted something more permanent than pen and paper.” You watch as the realization of what you’ve done dawns on Azriel’s face. 

Your loving fiance does his best to hold back a feral grin. Keeping his composure as he nods for you to show him the permanent change you’ve made to your body in honor of him.

Turning your right hip to Azriel you pull the waistband of your pants down, revealing your tattoo. Forever on your skin in Azriel’s handwriting is “Forever Mine”.

Azriel’s jaw drops and his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. He drops to his knees slipping his hands under yours so he can really look at the ink you got for him. Your hands immediately find home in Azriel’s soft, dark hair, your fingers gently running through it like you’ve longed to do for weeks. 

“Is it healed?” He asks. “Yeah. You can touch it if you want, love.” 

The rough pads of Azriel’s fingers lightly drag across the words tattooed on you. His head tilts up to you again. A lovesick on his face, making his usually sharp features soften. “You got this for me?” His voice just above a whisper. You nod with a small smile pulling at your lips. 

Azriel’s pupils take over his bright hazel irises. He bends his head down and presses a long kiss to your tattoo. 

Azriel stands, his hands moving to cradle your face, his forehead resting on yours. “I will always be yours, my sweet girl.” Azriel presses a long kiss to your lips. “God, I fucking missed you.” He laughs out. “I can’t believe you got that.”

“Do you like it?” 

“Do I like it? My love, you are insane if you think I hate that tattoo. I fucking adore it. It’s hot that you got a tattoo for me.” You giggle and kiss Azriel some more. 

Az scoops you up in his arms, carrying you towards the en suite bathroom. You raise a questioning brow at him as Az crosses the threshold.

“I have airplane germs all over me and we haven’t been together in almost a month. I’m not showering without you. Plus I need to stare at that tattoo some more, completely unobstructed.” 

You roll your eyes at Azriel’s dramatics. “Fine. But you’re watching my show with me later.” Azriel gives you a wicked grin at the mention of later, knowing you’ll be busy as soon as you get in the shower together. 

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How would we feel about a mob!azriel fic some time this weekend? Asking for a friend

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I’m too shy to comment on smut publicly, but I wanted to message you to say that I adore your recent lorcan fic!

It’s so soft and so sexy and makes me giggle and smile when I read it

❤️I love your work a lot

Thank you anon ❤️ That means a lot

I was also giggling and smiling when writing it 🤭

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Comfort Pressure

Lorcan x reader

note: Happy birthday to me specifically! All I wanted was Lorcan smut so here it is

warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk, pet names, after care

“That’s it, let go baby, you can do it.” Lorcan coos above you. One of his large hands cradles the top of your head as he thrusts into your pussy. His cock hitting all the right spots making you see stars and turning you into a mindless puddle as he fucks you.  

Lorcan knew exactly what you needed when he caught you pacing back and forth in your office, wringing your hands in front of you so hard he thought you were going to pull your fingers from their sockets. You needed to not think. 

Your mate realized how much he hadn’t been paying attention the last few days thanks to his own work taking up all his time. When Lorcan really looked at you he saw how overwhelmed you were. Leading you to now, with Lorcan on top of you making sure the only thing on your mind is the pleasure he’s giving you. 

A knot in your stomach tightens forcing your head to jerk forward, your wide eyes meeting Lorcan’s dark ones, his focus completely on you. His eyes tracking every move you make like the deadly predator he is. Every jerk of your hips, every sharp breath is an indicator to Lorcan that he’s doing his job. He leans further over you, the rough pad of his thumb brushing over your chin to push your head back to keep eye contact with him as he pushes his cock further into you. 

“AH–Lor,” you moan. “So big I–I need,” you’re cut off by another deep thrust of Lorcan’s hips. “I know baby, I know. You’re doing so good for me, my good girl.” Lorcan says so low you swear he growls. “I can feel that you’re close, you can let go baby you deserve it. Come all over my cock baby make a fucking mess.” 

At Lorcan’s encouragement your fourth orgasm of the night rushes through you, making you tremble and push against Lorcan’s hips. You fall limp against the bed, your limbs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. Your head is cloudy with real life trying to creep when you want to focus on how Lorcan just pleasured you until you were putty in his hands.

Lorcan slowly pulls out and starts pressing soft kisses across your hip bones and tummy. “Hey, focus on me baby. Eyes on me, there we go.” Lorcan says softly. One of his large hands slides up your side from your thigh to rest at the base of your neck, the heel of his hand at the center of your clavicle. You melt into his touch, feeling your mind refocus on your mate. Your lips pull into a lazy smile as Lorcan slowly crawls up your body. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, smiling at how you are still so responsive to his touch. 

His free hand comes to squeeze your hip. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Lorcan whispers, moving to pick you up bridal style. 

After a nice hot bath and Lorcan giving you the best scalp massage you’ve ever had, he carries you back to bed, pulling one of his sleep shirts over your head. As soon as Lorcan is in bed you snuggle into his side, your eyes half closed as you attempt to look at him. Lorcan smiles at you and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. “How are you feeling, my love?” You let out a hum and press closer to his side. 

“Good.” You say, a little hesitation lingering in your voice. 

 “Tell me what you need, baby.” Lorcan prods gently, cupping the nape of your neck and rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. 

“I just want to focus on us, right now. I liked what you did earlier with your hand just laying on my neck. I just really like feeling you.” 

Lorcan feels his heart swell with the love you have for him. He never thought he would be able to be this gentle with someone – never mind finding his mate – until you stumbled into his life. The patience you showed him helped Lorcan navigate his feelings at the start of the relationship. 

“Anything you want, baby. Here, lay on your back, let's get you comfortable.” Lorcan moves his leg to rest between yours, his torso not fully on you so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight. You fully relax when Lorcan brings his hand to rest on your neck again. Giving in to the heaviness of your eyelids you let them close. The sting from how dry your eyes have been all day is slowly disappearing. A warm surge of love from Lorcan’s end of the bond blooms in your chest completing the feeling of being cared for. You feel stable like this, with his body holding yours together. As you drift off you think about how lucky you are that this male is your mate. 

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I'm almost done with a Lorcan smut/aftercare fic that I feel like is the best one I've written and I will be posting it this weekend to celebrate my birthday 🙂‍↔️

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I’m craving some eris x reader content (since your fics are legit my fav you capture his character perfectly) I’m thinking more angst but I am not opposed to fluff 🙃

The Great Divide

Eris x reader

note: thank you so much! I feel like I haven't written for Eris in so long, especially just an angsty fic

warnings: angst, no happy ending

“I thought I’d find you here,” you say plainly striding into the part of the library Eris has claimed as his. A handmade walnut table sits in the middle of bookcases that have been pulled over to be makeshift walls. Books and parchment cover the table's surface, even more are crammed onto the shelves. 

In the middle of it all is Eris. Illuminated by the soft lamp light the general and eldest son of Autumn looks ethereal. 

Your heart can’t help but flutter in a way that worries you. Your feelings for Eris have been like walking on a frozen lake. You don’t know which parts are safe to step on or when you’ll be plunged into freezing water. 

You wait for Eris to acknowledge your presence before you say something else. Just a look or even a pensive hum will do. You don’t get your wish as his amber eyes stay glued to the papers in front of him. 

“You missed our meeting,” you say as casually as possible but the hurt you’ve been harboring came through anyway. You waited over two hours by the lake for Eris to show up this afternoon.

Whenever you can, you and Eris take time to be away from the Forest House with each other. You’re not entirely sure what you two are, if you’re dating or something more. You want him and you think Eris wants you. He’s been distant for a few days now. 

“I wasn’t aware you were on my schedule.” Eris says without looking up from the page he’s studying. You feel your heart cease beating for a few moments at his cold tone. Eris has never been short with you even with others around. Not even with his father near. 

Taking a step backward you try to collect yourself. “Apologies, my prince.” You bow your head mostly so he wouldn’t see the tears welling in your eyes. Not that Eris would react with how this conversation is going. “Y/n there is no need to address me that way.” 

A sarcastic laugh leaves your lips. “I thought that’s what you were insinuating.” Eris steps around his desk making you step back again. Eris freezes, his face distorted in panic. 

You find the strength to pick up your head to look into his amber eyes, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “Is there…did you need anything?” Eris asks, trying not to sound too empathetic. You shake your head no at him, refusing to look at him again.

You turn to leave his secluded part of the library, a foreign feeling taking shape in your chest at the divide Eris has just made clear between you. “Please, do let me know if your schedule opens up. I’d hate to inconvenience you by coming by unannounced.” Eris physically winces at your harsh words. He deserves them, there isn’t a doubt in his mind about that.  

Maybe one day Eris can explain it all to you and you can forgive him for this. In a twisted way he’s doing this to keep you safe. The threats Beron had strung together this afternoon were so vile Eris had to rush back to his rooms to be sick. Images of females that got too close to his brothers from the past haunting him. 

If anything happened to you the likes of Jesminda, or Lyra, or Dianna he would never be able to forgive himself. Hell, he wouldn’t be able to live. The idea of any harm coming to you makes him ill. 

Eris tells himself that it’s for the best if you stay away from each other anyway. It will save you both the heartache and anxiety of sneaking around more. He’ll be keeping an eye on you. Just to make sure Beron won’t go near you and then he’ll leave you alone.

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What are your rules when it comes to requests I've thought of a poly crescent city and bat boys idea

I don't have that many rules. As long as it says my requests are open feel free to send in a request :)

If you have any specific questions please feel free to dm me

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11 & 12 for the Poly+ SJM Week game!

I'm late to the game but I've thought this over and I have answers!

11) Which SJM character do you think would most naturally thrive in a polyamorous relationship, and why?

-I feel like the obvious answer is Helion just from what we know about him BUT that feels like a cheap answer. Those are just his sexual preferences and I don't think that means he wants/would be in a poly relationship. Honestly I'm not fully sure who would most naturally thrive, but my mind for some reason goes to Tharion from Crescent City. I just think he cares a lot and has a lot of love to give. In my head I don't see him with one person. I am kind of rooting for him and Sathia though, I'm eager to see where that relationship goes.

12) In a canon-compliant world, how might different cities/locations (Night Court, Autumn Court, Adarlan, Lunation) culturally view or regulate poly+ relationships? How would that impact your characters? Bonus points if your characters cross the Maasverse.

-I think all of these locations vastly differ from each other. With Lunathion being the modern world I think most people don't give it a second thought. In Prythian I think it varies from court to court. The Day Court is where it's most accepted, I think the Night Court is cool with poly realtionships. The only court I see being super strict is Autumn given Beron's rule. In Throne of Glass I think a lot of kingdoms don't give it a second thought.

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Happy @polysjmweek ! I'm so excited to participate for the 3rd year in a row! Huge thank you to @acourtofladydeath for putting this together again and reblogging/reposting all these amazing fics, fanart, playlists, and every other creative piece that's contributed.

Below is my masterlist for poly week with pairings from all 3 SJM series. Happy reading! 🩵

Day 1: Belts, Bathrooms, and Lipstick

Day 2: Shivers (part 1)

Day 3: That Perfect Feeling

Day 4: Soft Spot for Only You

Day 5: Our Queen

Day 6: Please Be My Peace?

Day 7: Shivers (part 2)

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here's my completed poly+ week 2026 masterlist!

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Shivers (part 2)

Cazriel x reader

You start to finally warm up with the help of your friends ;)

warnings: suggestive, touching, illusions to sex

note: Another poly+ week comes to an end which means I can binge read everything! I hope you all enjoyed these fics and another huge thanks to @acourtofladydeath for organizing this fic week.

“Below the castle are natural baths, almost like a hot spring! You should go down to warm up,” Viviane suggested to you after dinner. Deciding to stop being miserable you take Vivian’s suggestion once everyone else has retired for the evening. 

Throwing on a fluffy robe, slippers and grabbing the thickest towel you can find, you head down to the baths. What you don’t notice are the shadows trailing at your heels.

As you descend the stairs you feel the air change. The humidity gets thicker and the temperature rises a few degrees with every step. You let out a content sigh, the chill finally starting to leave your bones as the pleasant heat kisses your skin. 

The wide cavernous room takes your breath away. The room is all smooth gray stone, a domed ceiling with lights reflecting off of what look like icicles hanging. Steam rises from 6 different in-ground pools around the room. You gravitate towards the one with a good amount of steam rising from the surface of the water. Just to make sure you were right about the temperature you kick off your slippers to dip your toes in. 

Your head falls back and you let out a sigh, feeling the warmth course through you. You quickly shed your bathrobe and nightgown to fully submerge yourself in the bath. The warm–borderline scalding actually–water laps at your shoulders. Sitting on the little built in stone bench you rest your head back against the edge of the bath. 

You stay like that for a long time, reveling in the fact that the water isn’t losing warmth and you can stay down here as long as you like. 

Mere moments later you feel something skitter across the back of your neck,making you jump. You sit up, whipping your head around to see what could have possibly touched you. A wisp of darkness shyly inches away from the edge of the bath, almost hanging its head in shame for scaring you. “Come here,” you say gently, holding out your palm for Azriel’s little shadow. It wiggles a little before flying at your hand, slowly swirling in your open palm. “What are you doing so far from Az?” 

“It’s not,” a familiar voice says, followed by the sight of two tall Illyrians smiling down at you, towels hanging low on their hips. The shadow comes to a halt as your jaw drops slightly at the glorious sight before you. Your cheeks are turning redder by the second and not from the temperature of the water. 

Azriel gives his shadow something of a disapproving look and it rushes back to rest at his shoulders with the others. Cassian moves from Az’s side to test the water himself, letting out a pleasant hum. “Mind if we join you, love?” Cass asks with a wicked smirk. You feel your brain stop functioning for a long moment at the question. No way this is happening. You definitely went back to bed after dinner and are now having an insane dream due to the chill from earlier. 

You realize you’re staring strangely at your best friends (who you wish were more than just friends) and force yourself to nod yes. As the pair drop their towels with yours you avert your gaze. They slip into the bath on either side of you. Cassian spread his wings a little to stretch the joints and let them rest in the hot water. 

You stare at them as they relax, wishing they were able to be this at peace all the time. You wish you could be with them all the time. 

Azriel’s hazel eyes meet yours. You get a little ashamed, being caught staring at his beautifully muscled and tattooed chest. He gives you a small smile and you quickly look down at the ripples in the water. 

“Hey,” Az whispers, inching closer to you. So close that your bare thighs now touch. You can’t look him in the eye like this. Or Cassian, who seems to just be enjoying himself, floating with his chest up and wings spread enough not to touch anything. 

You fold your arms against your chest, bringing your hands just another surface to pick at your nails to distract from Azriel’s proximity. He gently hooks a scarred finger under your chin letting his thumb rest just below your lip. “You don’t need to be shy with us, love.” Azriel gives you one of those soft rare smiles that makes your stomach do flips. “I-I’m not it’s just, I just-” you stutter out, not totally sure where you were going with your sentence. “We’ve just never been this close is all.” You murmur. 

“No, but Cass and I have wanted to be, with you that is.” Az slightly trips over his words. You feel yourself calm down a little at his nerves shining through. 

Cassian settles himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back, snaking his arms around your waist to keep you close to him. You lean into his touch like you’ve wanted to all day. Finally warm and relaxed in his strong arms. “Is this ok?” You ask, your hands moving to hold Cassian’s forearms. “More than you know baby,” Cass says with a smirk, lightly biting at your earlobe then pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You’re ours baby, don’t even try to deny it.” 

“And we’re yours,” Azriel adds, his face so close to yours your lips are almost touching. Your stomach drops like one of them just dropped you out of the sky and the other caught you too close to the ground. 

Taking the plunge you lean forward pressing your lips against Azriel’s. He kisses you back, sending chills through your body. Azriel cups your jaw keeping you close to him, deepening the kiss. You moan against his lips and grab at his hips. 

Cassian runs his calloused hands down your sides to rest on your thighs squeezing them. You melt into him even more. Cassian pulls you onto his laps grinding his hardened length against your ass sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Breaking away from Azriel you turn to connect your lips with Cassian’s. He devours you like a man starved, forcing your lips to part for his tongue. 

You break away for air, your breathing turns heavy as you collect yourself and process the hands still roaming your body. “Are you warmed up yet?” Cassian says with a deep laugh. Looking between them you return their wicked smirks. “I think I’m still a little chilly. Anyway you two can fix that?” Cassian and Azriel snap their heads up to look at each other. That long lived, silent bond between them letting them communicate. Cassian climbs out of the bath with you in his arms as Azriel grabs your towels to wrap you up for the speedy walk back to their room.

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Please Be My Peace?

Vampire!Neris x reader

When your supernatural senses overwhelm you, your mates know exactly how to help.

warnings: none

note: I thought I wasn't going to write vampire!neris this year but here it is! I was editing the original fic and it was so boring to me and then this hit me and I knew it was perfect for the peace theme.

Sometimes you hear too much, feel too much. You’re so jealous of your mates. They seem to be able to turn their senses on and off at the drop of a hat. There are days you have to remind yourself you are a young vampire and they have lived this way for hundreds of years before you. 

Not wanting to bother Eris or Nesta with this miniscule problem, you’ve taken to trying to calm yourself on your own. You’ve done everything from meditation sessions to using ear plugs to shutting yourself in the bedroom closet for hours at a time just to get away from your senses. 

Today is another one of those days where you can hear everything. From the water dripping through the pipes in the walls to the thoughts of the people living in your old village miles and miles away. You decided a walk around the upper floors of the castle would help you calm down. Taking deep breaths you try to focus on the sound of your footsteps or the rustling of your dress skirts, but nothing. The voices from the village keep pounding away at your eardrums driving you to the brink of madness. 

“Y/n?” your name from Nesta’s lips has the walls closing in around you. Her voice was everywhere, crawling over your skin and sinking claws into you. You practically jump out of your skin as she silently runs from the other end of the hall, appearing in front of you. A growl slips from your throat at her intrusion. 

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Nesta runs her fingers gently down your arm making you twitch and violently pull away from her. Your shoulders curl inward, pulling your arms into you, trying to rub the uncomfortable feeling of Nesta’s touch from your skin. 

Nesta hums, understanding your actions, getting hit by the memory of her and Eris’s first few years as vampires. The overwhelming sense of everything attacking her. 

“Come on, let's go see Eris so we can help you.” Nesta gently wraps her arms around you so as not to irritate you too much, guiding you towards Eris’s office.

“Oh, my heart,” Eris coos. “What’s wrong? You’re trembling like a leaf in the wind.” Nesta sets you down on the couch between them, hoping their presence alone can help ground you. 

You feel your senses settle a little. Touches from your mates feel like rocks pelting your skin and the fabric of the couch feels like sitting on pins and needles. You curl in on yourself once again, fiddling with your hands in your lap, your head hung low so they wouldn’t see your tears. 

“Everything is just-just so gods damn loud! Why can I feel everything I hear an-and why can I hear EVERYONE when they are so far from us?! I don’t know how much more of it I can take before I rip my eardrums out!” Eris gives you a sympathetic look, clasping his hands in his lap so he’s not tempted to touch you. “Can I try something that helped Nesta when we first turned?” 

You stare at Eris with tear stained cheeks and fury in your eyes. Not at them, never. Not when you asked to be like this, to be with them forever. You’re angry because you feel weak. Like it’s taking you too long to adjust. You nod in defeat and Eris leans into you, his forehead resting against yours. Eris takes your hands in his as Nesta covers your ears with hers, pressing down hard to block out any sound in the room and beyond. 

The chatter from the village and the creaks and groans from the castle dull and you relax against them. “That’s it my heart, just relax.” Your eyes widen as they meet his warm amber ones. Eris can’t help the smirk that spreads across his lips. This was new. At least to you. 

“I know, heart. Telepathy is a common power among vampires. Yours will develop soon, I promise.”“You should’ve told me,” you pout at him. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” Eris teases. 

“Do you hear anything that’s bothering you?” Nesta asks sweetly. 

You pull your focus from your mate for a moment to think. There’s nothing. No voices, no creaks and groans or dripping water from pipes. Just your mates. 

“No,” you say, an air of relief in your voice. 

You put your full weight on Eris, pulling Nesta with you to be a comfortable weight on your back. “Can we stay like this for a while?” They hold you tighter. Nesta presses a kiss to the back of your head. “We can stay here as long as you like.” she reassures you. “And we’ll teach you how to block it all out, heart.” Eris promises, placing a kiss on your lips. 

Finally, you sigh to yourself, peace in your own mind. 

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Our Queen

Feysand x reader

Just like Feyre picked her crown, you get to pick yours. Though you cannot imagine being Rhys and Feyre’s true equal. 

warnings: none

note: there are so many places I would kill to explore in the acotar world and the House of Wind and everything it hides is one of them. I feel like describing the room where the crowns are kept is so hard because I have such a specific image in my head but it's not complete. I need SJM to write 20 pages about it and all the jewels with pictures included

You grip the barley there stone railing while Feyre and Rhys lead you down the narrow stone steps. Feyre’s fingers entwined with yours as you venture to a part of the House you never even knew existed. You’re sure you could live here for a thousand years and never know every room in the House of Wind. 

Finally Rhys takes you down a hallway to a giant obsidian door. Resting his hand against the door letting some of his power out it unlocked swinging inward. You gasp at the dark stone shelves adorned with jewels resting on midnight blue cushions. Each one sparkling in the glow emitted from every inch of the walls. “Wow,” you gasp, awestruck by the beauty of them. 

“That’s not even the best part.” Feyre whispers in your ear. What more could there possibly be. 

Stepping into the room further was a wall with alcoves that eerily reminded you of a skulls resting place in catacombs. But there weren't any skulls down here. Quite the opposite. 

In the incandescent purple-blue light, tucked away in these alcoves were crowns of Night. You don’t know where to look first! Each of them is beautiful in their own way. All beautifully handcrafted with gems scattered across bands and points and stars and little crescent moons. 

Rhys rests his hands on your hips watching as you stare at the crowns in awe. “Which one do you like the most?” 

“I don’t know. I feel like I could stare at them forever and not know.” 

“I didn’t know either,” Feyre says. “Then it felt like one of them just called to me.”

You scrunch your brow in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

“When I picked my crown.” She says. A fondness creeping over Feyre’s face as she keeps the memory of that night to herself. “Now it’s your turn.” 

Your stomach and heart drop at the same time. “But I’m not a High Lady nor do I have a title that would justify me wearing a crown this extravagant.” Your voice shakes as you look back at the wall of crowns. Is this some kind of cruel joke? To show you something you’ll never have? 

Rhys cups your face in his hands forcing you to look at him. “Never.” He says in that stern High Lord’s voice. “You are our mate. Our equal in every sense of the word. To think you are not worthy of a title or that you wouldn’t have one at all is utter nonsense.” 

“We are both High Lady’s, y/n. Anything less for you would be unacceptable.” 

Tears start to well in your eyes. “But…what if I don’t want to be? Or what if I am and I lead us down the wrong path and–” Rhys shushes you by softly pressing his lips to yours. “Nonsense.” He says. You look back at the sparkling crowns. 

Your mates each wrap an arm around your waist, holding you between them. Your eyes dart from crown to crown taking in all the details. Already feeling the weight of the responsibility of your new title you take a breath. “I want to think about it for a while.” 

“Take all the time you need y/n.” Rhys hums. 

“You can still pick one if you want,” Feyre says with a smirk. “We can never say no to spoiling you.” 

You push up on the balls of your feet, thinking which one called to you. After a long moment one crown seemed to shine brighter than all the others. It’s diamonds swooping up from the band to a sapphire in the center of the point. Feyre notices which one your gaze lingers on grabbing from its little alcove to rest it on your head. 

Your mates look at you with bright adoring gazes. “You look beautiful y/n.” Rhys whispers. Tears line his eyes and a pulse of love comes down the bond right to your heart. 

[danikamariewrites]

A Soft Spot Only For You

Rowan x reader x Lorcan

Your mates are tall and scary to most but to you they're you're big teddy bears.

warnings: very light angst

note: do I just want 2 big, strong, fae boyfriends or do I just want these 2 to be real? the world may never know

When people find out you’re Lorcan and Rowan’s mate the blood drains from their face, get the shakes, and run away from you practically screaming

You never understand why. Your mates are the kindest males you know

Yeah, they’re hundreds of years old warriors who are ripped, tall, and ready for a fight at any moment? So what? 

Maybe you get it a little, it would terrifying to see either of them (especially Lorcan with his shadows) coming at you with a sword half your height

But you never picture them that way. They’ve never given you a reason to see them as scary 

Lorcan and Rowan would rather drop dead than see fear in your eyes inflicted by them. The males would never forgive themselves

They hate disappointing you too, that’s what really breaks their hearts. The first time they disappointed you was when they had to cancel date night over an emergency in the Wastes Aelin needed Lorcan and Rowan to assist with

You had tried to hold back your tears when they told you but you couldn’t help it. It was the first time in a long time they had to say no to you. While in the Wastes everyone was tiptoeing around them due to their bad mood

When Lorcan and Rowan came home a few days later they more than made it up to you by taking you to all your favorite places in Terrasen and on cute dates (not to mention activities in the bedroom)

Out of the 2 Rowan is the less grumpy of your mates. Rowan is the easiest to snap from a bad or brooding mood into doting on you 

All you do is wrap your hand in his and Rowan is looking at you like you’re the reason for the sun rising as he coos at you. “Hi love. How’s your day going? Can I get you anything?” he asks, bring your hand up to his lips to press kisses across your knuckles. “I’m good Ro. I just wanted to say hi.” you smile and Rowan’s heart skips a beat

Lorcan is a little harder to bring out of his brooding and boy does that male looovvveees to brood like it’s his second job

Whenever you enter a room the pair of them light up, the rest of the world fades away and you’re the only person in the world to them

It doesn’t matter who’s around Rowan and Lorcan will always gravitate towards you

Out of the two Rowan always knows the right sweet words to say to you

But when Lorcan dotes on you ooohhhhhh it is sweetness overload 

If there’s a threat against you, forget about it. All bets are off. They go from your loving mates to lethal warriors and will kill anyone who tries to cause you harm

At the first sign of danger Lorcan and Rowan are quick to step in front of you to shield you, reaching behind them to hold you and make sure you’re still with them

Lorcan has growled at someone for staring at you the wrong way

Doarian and Manon had uncovered a plot to kidnap you, Aelin, and Lysandra and Lorcan worked around the clock to make sure the threat was neutralized

Selfishly, Lorcan does not care about Aelin and Lysandra. He cares solely about you

One night, long after the threat has been taken care of, Lorcan woke up to find you gone from bed, the sheets between him and Rowan cold as the silver haired male slept

After Lorcan has his freak out moment he follows his shadow and that feeling in his chest that connects the 3 of you, finding you curled up in his usual armchair by the fireplace. One of his daggers laying on the end table next to the chair

Lorcan tries not to make too much noise, the last thing he wants to do is sound threatening to you. You felt him the moment he started to worry. A gentle hand rests on your shoulder but your gaze never leaves the windows

Lorcan wasn’t used to being gentle before you. He was always rough and direct and many people called him blunt and rude. Never you though, you brought out a side of Lorcan he never knew he had

Moments like these with you still trip him up. If you think he sounded rude Lorcan would sew his mouth shut to avoid speaking another rude word to you ever again

“Angel,” he says, resting a large hand on your shoulder. “What are you doing out here? Did something happen?” You shake your head and look up at him with tired and scared eyes. “Oh angel. Talk to me.” Lorcan picks you up so he can sink into the chair, placing you on his lap and holds you close to his chest

“I know you and Rowan will always protect me and that you handled…it. But I’m still scared, Lorcan. What if there are others? What if they come back?” you ramble, wrapping your arms around Lorcan tighter and tighter

He listens and holds you while you list your fears. “You know I’ll never lie to you, y/n,” Lorcan starts. “Threats will always be around. This one just got too close but Rowan and I handled it, like we always do to keep you and the kingdom safe. You have every right to still be scared, I understand. I will always be here, and Rowan will be too. I’d never let anyone get to you, angel, never.” He presses a long kiss to the top of your head before carrying you back to bed