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All For You

Pairing: Aidas x reader

Summary: Aidas is never too busy for his mate.

The vast throne room of Aidas's court in the Chasm of Hel was a symphony of shadow and  frigid ice. The walls gleamed under the faint, otherworldly blue light that seeped from the jagged fissures in the ceiling. At the heart of the room, a massive throne carved from the darkest obsidian sat empty, for Aidas rarely deigned to occupy it when matters of his domain were being discussed with those he deemed... lesser. He preferred a more direct approach.

Before him, a group of his most powerful demons stood, their forms shifting restlessly, their eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and defiance. Aidas surveyed them with a cold, piercing gaze, his expression devoid of warmth or mercy.

"You failed," his voice resonated through the chamber, a low growl that held the weight of untold centuries. "The mortal lands were fertile ground for chaos, and yet you let it slip through your claws."

A demon, a hulking brute with horns like gnarled branches, shifted uneasily. "My Prince," he rumbled, "the mortal resistance was... unexpected. They wielded artifacts we did not anticipate."

Aidas's eyes narrowed, a glacial blue that promised a swift and brutal end to insubordination. "Excuses," he spat, the word dripping with contempt. "Your incompetence reflects on me. And failure will not be tolerated."

The demon flinched, his massive form shrinking under the force of Aidas's displeasure. Tension filled the room, the air thick with unspoken fear. Aidas's power rippled, a chilling wave of cold that seemed to drain the very life from the surrounding area.

As he prepared to unleash his wrath, a soft melodic sound echoed through the chamber, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere. His mate entered the throne room, her vibrant fae form a stark contrast to the darkness. She wore a simple dress, her hair flowing around her like a halo, and her presence brought warmth to Hel.

Aidas's demeanor shifted instantly. The ruthless coldness vanished, replaced by a radiant tenderness. His eyes softened, the icy blue thawing into affection. He moved towards her.

"My love," he murmured, his voice now gentle. He reached out, his touch warm as he cupped her cheek.

The demons watched in silence, their fear replaced by bewilderment. They had never seen their Prince display such emotion.

"I missed you," She said softly.

Aidas leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "And I you, my heart," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He then turned back to his court, his tone hardening.

"You are dismissed," he said, his voice laced with an unspoken threat. "Consider yourselves fortunate that there are... other matters to attend to."

The demons bowed and vanished into the shadows, leaving Aidas and his beloved alone.

“What about the meeting?” She raises a brow in confusion, eyeing the retreating backs of his soldiers.

He turned his full attention back to her, his gaze filled with adoration. "My power," he said, gesturing to the chilling aura, "is nothing compared to the light you bring. This domain, these servants, my very being... it is all for you, my Starlight. My power is only valuable in the strength it gives to protect you, to cherish you, to keep you safe."

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Dynamic Duet

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan x reader

Summary: Flynn sees a dance trend on TikTok, of course you have to try it.

Warnings: none

The sprawling house shared by Declan and Flynn hummed with the usual blend of comfortable chaos and Fae energy. Music drifted from a speaker in the corner, a concoction of techno genres that only Declan could appreciate, while the remnants of a snack feast were scattered across the coffee table. You and Ruhn had arrived a little while ago, sliding easily into the rhythm of your friends’ home.

“You have to see this,” Flynn exclaimed, holding out his tablet. He scrolled through a video, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It’s this… pas de deux, apparently. Humans do it. Look at this lift!”

The video showed two figures, lithe and graceful, performing what looked like an impossible aerial maneuver. The woman, impossibly high, extended an arm towards the ceiling, held aloft by the man. It seemed to defy gravity.

You leaned in, eyes fixed on the screen. Ruhn, sitting beside you, felt a familiar warmth spread through him as he sensed your thought process. You, whose innate starborn power could shatter mountains and control the very fabric of reality, saw this human feat of strength and balance as a worthwhile challenge. A challenge you wanted to conquer, knowing succeeding would bring a spark of delight to Ruhn’s eyes.

“We should try it,” You declared.

Flynn blinked. “We? You and me?”

“Yes,” You said. “It looks like it requires a good deal of balance and coordination, but I think we can manage.”

“I’m game,” Flynn said. “But you’re the powerhouse here. You’ll have to make sure I don’t buckle.” He grinned at Ruhn. “Don’t worry, Prince. I’ll treat your mate with the utmost care. Scout’s honor.”

Ruhn chuckled, shaking his head. Declan looked up from his perpetual tapping on a nearby console, a skeptical but amused expression on his face.

They cleared a space in the center of the room. Flynn positioned himself, ready for the lift. You stood opposite him, stance casual despite the impending acrobatics. “Alright,” Flynn said, bracing himself. “On three. One… two… three!”

Flynn lifted, straining slightly. You rose, seemingly weightless, but your elegant form wobbled. You was used to effortless movement, to manipulating reality with a thought. This controlled, physical effort was apparently a different matter.

Suddenly, Flynn’s footing slipped, and with a yelp, he stumbled, dropping you to the floor.

You landed with a soft thud onto a pile of discarded cushions, a surprised “oof” escaping your lips.

Ruhn and Declan erupted in laughter. Ruhn bent over, clutching his stomach, tears welling in his eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You sat up, brushing hair from your face, a slow grin spreading across your features. “I am fine,” you affirmed, looking at Flynn, who was doubled over laughing as well. “My fault, I suppose. I underestimated the importance of… human physics.”

“That was glorious!” Declan exclaimed, wiping a tear from his eye.

Flynn helped you to your feet, still chuckling. “Okay, okay, my bad. But we gotta nail it now. For bragging rights.”

You nodded, a new determination flashing in your eyes. This time, as Flynn lifted you, you channeled your power differently, not to levitate, but to anchor yourself, to find the subtle points of balance, to work with Flynn’s strength rather than against it.

Slowly, gracefully, you rose into the air, holding the pose, a triumphant smile on your face. Flynn held you steady, his face flushed with exertion and excitement. They had done it.

Ruhn cheered, and Declan whistled. You descended, landing lightly on your feet. You turned to Ruhn, eyes shining with joy. He saw the pure satisfaction on your face. And you were satisfied, because you had done it for him; to make him laugh, to share a moment of lighthearted fun. That was your power, the greatest power of all, to make him happy.

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Kitchen Staff

Summary: Azriel’s shadows help you prepare a very special breakfast.

Warnings: None

“Now where did I put that…” A puff of white flour hazes your vision and you sneeze, waving your hand about wildly to clear the particles from the air. Wisps of inky black shadow hand you a whisk, before attempting to measure out a portion of the contents within the flour sack. You say attempted because, in their haste, your volunteer sous chefs overshot the cup and spilled on the counter.

You smirk. “I hope you’re not this clumsy in the dungeons. I can’t imagine Azriel would be pleased if his captive got away because you forgot to tighten the restraints.”

The shadows seemed to shrink back, scattering to the corners of the House of Wind’s kitchen like children being scolded. Your heart ached in your chest and you held out your palm as a peace offering. “Hey. Come here.”

The shadows slowly inched forward until they were curled up in your palm, eventually coiling around your wrists and working their way up your arm. A chuckle escaped you when you felt the cool touch of their featheight kisses against the shell of your ear. “I’m sorry guys, we’re just on a tight schedule. Azriel is due home today from Autumn and I haven’t even got these pastries in the oven yet.”

It was a debated topic among even those closest to Azriel, weather or not his shadows abided in his will alone or if they were autonomous beings. From what your experienced, they seemed to have their own agenda, as a handful of them always opted to stay behind with you whenever Azriel went out on missions. At first, he tried to force them along, but they disobeyed. You’ll never forget the shocked expression on his face when he came to that realization: they had disobeyed him for the first time. To this day, remaining by your side in his absence is the only scenario in which the shadows have gone against the will of their singer. Not long after that, the bond snapped, and Azriel informed you of the tongue lashing his shadows had given him for being slower to perceive you as his mate than they had been.

They knew. They always did. They were the only ones privy to the long nights their master had spent alone in the dark over the centuries. The only beings to know the truth behind his excuses of working late to avoid going to Rita’s when the Inner Circle had invited him. The only ones to stand with him in the corner of the crowded living room during Winter Solstice. They were the darkness that finally covered the mirror in Azriel’s bedroom when he’d spent too long standing before it, glaring daggers at the reflection of his scarred hands.

His shadows were only entities who understood his internal plea for a mate. For someone to love him in the way his brothers got to experience with their mates. A female whose warm embrace he could find comfort in at the end of the day, whose laughter would brighten the dull space within him, and whose heart would sing to his in a sacred bond. That is what he found in you, and he was thrilled.

By extension, so were his shadows, which is why you came downstairs this morning to find a cookbook flipped to a raspberry pastry recipe layed out on the counter.

“So they heard us talking last night. And you were worried it’d be too soon for you to propose to accept the bond.” Cassian grinned when he walked in behind you, a mug of tea appearing before him. “You could just have the house make it for you.”

“Yeah, but I think the gesture would be more personal if I made them myself.” You glanced at the shadows, who were mashing a bowl of raspberries and sugar into a thick filling. “I think they wanted to help. They did go through the trouble of pointing out Azriel’s favorite dessert to me, after all.”

You began to hum softly while kneading the dough, absently watching the purple sunrise crest the mountain tops through the window. Rhys already had the cabin set up for you and Az, a shiver of anticipation running up your spine at the thought. Delicious possibilities for the next two weeks flashed through your mind, biting your bottom lip to prevent the smirk from breaking through. Until—

“Ow!” Cassian stumbled back, clutching his pinky. “One of those bastards bit me… or scratched me. Or whatever the hell they do.”

You laughed, pushing past the pouting general to fill the pastry shells and place them in the oven. “They’re not yours Cass.”

“I just wanted a taste of the filling.” He crossed his arms.

“If there’s any left, you’re welcome to them. Now I’ve got to set up. Az will be home soon.”

Cassian lingered, a smug expression plastered across his features. He open his mouth, no doubt aiming to utter a vulgar comment, when the Shadows shut the door in his face.

…

Azriel wasn’t sure he’d ever flown so quickly in his life, or that a three day mission to the Autumn court could feel so gut wrenching. Every moment that he was away from you left his soul aching, the golden tether pulling unbearably tight and demanding your closeness. He missed it all; your scent, your touch, your smile. His body practically vibrated by the time he landed on the balcony of the House of Wind and his stray shadows met him at the door.

“Love?” He called out, scanning the interior of the sitting room. Azriel furrowed a brow when his shadows began drifting towards the kitchen, seemingly gesturing for him to follow them there. “Are you—“

Azriel’s words died in his throat and he halted where he stood. Auburn rose petals, courtesy of his shadows, created a path to where you stood, holding a tray of the pastries that would seal both of your fates.

“Azriel… will you be my mate?” Your voice was so soft, as if you’d be concerned that he’d respond with anything less than a resounding yes, and the hope shining in your eyes nearly made him fall to his knees.

The Shadowsinger walked towards you on shaking legs, raising a palm to cradle your cheek. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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It’s a Forever Kinda Thing

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

A/N: Part one in a mini series of one shots of how Azriel met his mate.

Parts 2

Feyre knew she shouldn’t linger. Knew she should just walk past Azriel’s door and go downstairs for dinner. But she was curious. Every day after his training session, Azriel would come in and take his mate to their shared room for nearly an hour. You had been one of Feyre’s first friends in Prythian and her primary support when she made the transformation from human to high fae. Rhysand tasked you to teach her how to read and encourage her to explore the full extent of her powers alongside Cassian during the time Feyre resided in the Night Court in accordance with the High Lord’s bargain since you were the only one who could get through to her. That was years ago and Feyre has since become High Lady as well as mother to the heir of night. Still, the two of you seldom left one another’s side, Feyre even requesting that you assist Azriel in overseeing her weekly flying lessons.

The pattern of behavior persisted and Feyre couldn’t help but grow ever curious as to what the two of you were up to. Inquiries made to Rhys and Cassian only yielded responses of “Azriel is a private male” and “She’ll tell you when she is ready”. Even Mor was elusive on the topic of your and Azriel’s mysterious routine. You had grown up alongside Rhys and his brothers, she knew, and the Inner Circle was highly protective of you.

Feyre knew she should have asked you rather than crack open the door that hung slightly ajar, and yet…

“It hurts Azzie…” You wince, laying across your made bed on your stomach with your chin propped up on a stack of pillows. One of your large wings hung off the side of the bed and your other, inoperable and bent inwards since Feyre had known you, rested in your mate’s palm.

“I know, my love. But we must stay consistent with these exercises unless we want the damage to the tendon to atrophy the wing further.” Azriel poured warm oil over your sensitive wing and began massaging the crippled area with gentle hands. The male alternated between rubbing circles into the membrane and gingerly stretching out the wing until the gnarled portion lay flat as it was intended to. “Push against my hand as hard as you can.”

You grunt with exertion as you move to follow his instructions, mustering the strength to lift your crippled wing off of the bed. Even with Azriel holding the appendage straight, you couldn’t manage to knock your wing with enough force against his palm to make his hand move, a reality that caused tears to spring to your eyes. “It’s no good. I’m no good…”

The last thing Feyre saw was Azriel falling to his knees by your bedside and cradling your head against his chest. The next moment, a thick wall of shadows darker than the midnight sky obstructed her view and shut the door in her face. Feyre merely stood still and fixed her blue eyes on the wood as she tried to process what she’d just seen. The pain twisting your beautiful face was enough to form knots in her stomach.

“That is the truth of what the Illyrians do to their females. She did not have a choice and Azriel could not stop it.” Rhysand rested a hand on her shoulder, voice tight with melancholy as he spoke into her ear. “He blames himself everyday, and so do I. Come. They’ll join us for dinner shortly.”

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❤️ = fluff

💔 = angst

🔥 = smut

Ruhn Danaan

Welcome Home ❤️

Dynamic Duet ❤️

Aidas

All for you ❤️

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Welcome Home

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Warnings: Suggestiveness, swearing

A/N: Just a little fluff with Prince Ruhn. Baby needs more love!

7:45 PM, read the time on your Lock Screen when you lifted your eyes from the pot on the stove to glance at your phone. He would have usually been home an hour ago, but with the recent snowfall coating the city streets and increased number of bar hoppers as a result of the pre Winter Solstice crowds, the Aux had a lot on their plate. Ruhn and his team were pulling double duty, your mate slipping from your shared apartment before the crack of dawn and not returning until the moon was high in the sky. Even so, he never neglected to make you feel cared for; planting a soft kiss atop your forehead before he left so as not to wake you, picking up flowers on his way home, forcing his eyes to stay open so he could hear about your day no matter how tired he was, and him insisting that you rest your feet in his lap so he can massage them while you two lounge on the couch before bed. You were pulled from your thoughts when your phone buzzed with an incoming text.

Ruhn: Hey gorgeous. Closing up shop. Be home in ten. 😘

You: Can’t wait. 🩷

You and the Crown Prince had been mated nearly three years now, and yet you still felt that familiar pang of excitement in your chest whenever he was on his way home. Your cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. He truly did make you feel like a school girl with her first crush, and you’d overheard his boys teasing Ruhn on more than one occasion that you had the same effect on him.

You gave the pasta one final stir before adding in the red sauce and tossing the salad. A loaf of thick, fluffy bread lay on the counter which you quickly cut into slices before spreading butter over top of each one. To say that Ruhn had a busy week was an understatement, so you’d stopped by the store after your own work day had ended and picked up ingredients to surprise him with a nice meal. You also vacuumed the apartment from top to bottom and did the laundry. Your dining room table was set with lit candles and the nice wine glasses you only brought down from the top shelf for special occasions. You wanted Ruhn to come home to a stress free environment where he can relax.

“A few inches of snow and everyone forgets how to fucking drive.” Ruhn tosses his keys in the bowl by the door and shrugs off his leather jacket which he hangs over the back of the couch. His violet eyes fill with an undeniable light when they meet your gaze, and Ruhn holds his arms out to you. “Hey you. Come here sweetheart.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice, launching yourself at his muscled body and locking your arms around his neck. His arms slid around the backs of your thighs to hoist you up and in response you instinctively looped your legs around his hips. The warmth of Ruhn’s large palm as it cradled the back of your head made a shiver run through your body, and you couldn’t lean in fast enough to consume his plush lips in a needy kiss.

Normally he started out slow, sensual, allowing adequate time to savor your taste before pushing for more. But you lacked the patience for that in this moment, immediately nibbling at his lip ring and the skin around it in a way you knew would make him groan, sliding your tongue past his parted lips to tangle with his own as he did so. Ruhn squeezed your backside with one hand in the same moment that he dipped you forward and used his other hand to support your neck so he could deepen the kiss. You felt his muscles flex beneath you as your mate held you effortlessly in mid air. His solid strength, the way you could fully surrender into his care, made heat shoot to your core.

“Ruhn…” You panted between kisses, grinding your hips against his.

“Someone must’ve missed me today.” The prince chuckled, a warm puff of air fanning over your lips before he nipped your bottom lip lightly and set you back onto your feet. The lack of contact made you frown, but Ruhn was quick to squeeze your hand reassuringly. “As much as I love holding you, I didn’t have a chance to change out of my gear before I left HQ and I don’t want to expose you to whatever the Hel I might have picked up today. Let me shower and I’m all yours.”

It was only when Ruhn unstrapped the Starsword from his back that he attunes to his surroundings and notices for the first time the spread laid out on the table. His breath catches in his throat and he looks to you with unshed tears stinging the corners of his eyes. “Did you…”

“Welcome home, my love.” You smile.

“What’s the special occasion?” Ruhn tries to play it off with a smirk and light chuckle to mask the fact that his voice cracked with emotion.

“You.” Stepping closer, you hugged his middle and nuzzled your face into his chest. “You’re the special occasion, my mate. You coming home is the best part of my day.”

Ruhn did not trust his words, there were none big enough to express the joy and utter reverence for you running through his heart, so he kissed you instead. You squealed as he lifted you up and spun you around, whisking you off to the bathroom.

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Sitting you down on the counter, Ruhn unlaced his boots while you worked to relieve him of his bullet proof vest. You paused to run the pad of your thumb along the surface of his laminated key card badge that was hooked to the vest and smiled at his picture in the upper left corner of the ID.

Ruhn noticed this and his eyes crinkled in a smile. “You like that? Had that taken when I was first appointed commander. I should probably go in for a new one.”

You tracked his movements as he stepped out of his black slacks and pulled the dark blue collared shirt over his head. Ruhn’s hands worked deftly while he unwound the tight braids keeping his waist length black hair in place, and the way the muscles in his arms rippled beneath the colorful tattoo sleeves covering the skin made you lick your lips.

“Join me?” He asks after turning on the waterfall shower head.

“Gladly.” Ruhn helps you undress before stepping into the shower himself and offering a hand to guide you in.

“Baby, is this the same shampoo Flynn uses?” He questions, picking up a purple bottle from the built in shelf.

“Yes. That male really knows his stuff when it comes to hair care products.” You didn’t miss Ruhn’s scoff as you took the bottle from him, pouring its contents into your palm and working it into his hair.

Ruhn closed his eyes and leaned his head into your attentive hands while your nails grazed his scalp in all the right places. “Gods, love. You’re amazing. Always treating me so well.”

You kissed the flower pattern tattoo that ran down the back of his shoulder blade, moving on to lathering soap all over his tan skin. “You deserve it all, my Prince. You work so hard every day to take care of me. How was your shift?”

Ruhn sighed. “Eventful. Had to break up two bar brawls, arrest a male for theft, and respond to a home invasion. And fuck if jumping through the hoops of getting insurence to cover property damage isn’t the most soul sucking battle there is. But knowing that you’re at home waiting for me makes it all worth it. Every time.”

You allow yourselves to bask under the warm spray of the water for a few minutes more before drying off and making your way into your shared bedroom. You changed into a pair of black mini shorts and an oversized white t-shirt of Ruhn’s with a band logo across the front that he tossed at you.

“Ready to eat?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Only if you sit in my lap.” He ghosted his lips across the nape of your neck.

“Heathen.” You bat him away playfully and he winks at you as he saunters off to the kitchen.

Indeed, it was good to have him home.

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❤️= fluff

💔= angst

🔥 = smut

Azriel

Illyrian Mating Instincts HCs 🔥

It’s a Forever Kinda Thing ❤️

Kitchen Staff ❤️

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Illyrian Mating Instincts

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ only

A/N: Literally could not stop thinking about this. Hope you enjoy these possessive Az HCs!

SFW

🔹 Azriel has the largest and most powerful wingspan out of his brothers, and he makes it a point to spread them for his mate whenever he has the chance; after a training session, brushing one against your shoulder whenever he passes you in the hall, sunning them on the balcony of the House of Wind while you’re watching, and especially when you’re in the presence of another male. For Illyrians, wings are a status symbol and Az will not hesitate to flare them to assert his dominance over any male who threatens to take your attention from him. He’s even done it to Cassian before.

🔹 Azriel puts much time and effort into making his wings look good for you and feels an immense sense of pride when you admire them.

🔹 Continuing with this topic, he uses his wings to cacoon you at night while you sleep, letting you snuggle against his bare chest with the velvet membrane surrounding you on all sides while his shadows keep watch.

🔹 Az uses them to protect you in public too as they provide a shelter under which he can kiss you in private and part the crowds so you have space to walk.

🔹 His growls. To die for.

🔹 If anyone outside of the family gets too close to you without permission, especially if you’re in a relaxed or vulnerable state, he’ll let out a soft growl of warning and watch the interaction closely in case he needs to step in.

🔹 “It’s okay, love.” You coo gently, reaching over to stroke his knuckles until his wings and taught muscles relax.

🔹 He tends to walk into rooms slightly ahead of you, keeping his palm on your lower back as he leans his head through the doorway and scans the area to make sure it’s safe before you enter.

🔹 Azriel can sense your period nearing days in advance, and prepares for the painful week to come for you by making a comfortable nest on the bed with extra pillows and blankets and cancels his missions so he does not have to leave your side. He instructs the House of Wind to conjure up meals and baths so he can focus his full attention on your wellbeing.

NSFW

🔹 Azriel loves to take you before going to the Illyrian war camps and get your scent all over his skin. He likes that the war lords can smell you on him and can’t have you.

🔹 The only thing he enjoys more is taking you before you accompany him to the Illyrian war camps and covering the soft skin of your throat in love bites.

🔹 “Oh yes, love. Right there…” You moan as Azriel’s mouth latches onto the sensitive skin under your ear. Your eyes roll back and your hips match his rhythm to meet his thrusts.

🔹 Azriel has waited over 500 years for his mate, and desires to give himself completely to you. He wants to surrender himself to your love and trusts you enough to let you use the most sensitive part of him for your pleasure. In the safety of your bedroom, Azriel will lay down on his stomach and allow you to ride his wing while he purrs.

🔹 Run your fingers along the outer edge of his wing and his whole body will shudder. Right before he finishes, his eyes will screw shut and he’ll bury his head in the crook of your neck. Illyrians cum a lot, and your bond takes over his body. He will spill into you over and over again and you’ll have to hold him to your chest while stroking his back to bring him down.

🔹 Especially when the bond is new, Azriel gets all worked up and full of energy any time you interact with other males for too long. He’ll start panting and pull you into the next room where he can’t keep his hands off you.

🔹 “I know. I know, baby. I’m right here.” You reassure, smoothing a stray curl out of his eyes while he moves to undress you.