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."
Yay! So happy you’ll write for them! I have an Aidas request.The reader is Bryce’s friends and meets him through her. They are immediately drawn to each other and grow really close. The war is over and he has to go back to Hel. They are trying to figure out how they can still be together. It can be angsty/fluffy/smutty. Lol just whatever you are feeling.
Honestly I’d be happy with anything to do with him. 😂
Hel is Heaven With You
Aidas x reader
A/n: Hi anon, I love this idea and I think of Aidas and his love interest as Hades and Persephone. I might do another part for this if I can think of another story for these guys.
Warnings: none
With the Asteri gone and the war won all that was left to do was send the armies of darkness and nightmarish creatures back to Hel. Once the fighting was over Aidas had given you a choice. Come to Hel with him or stay with your friends.
The first time you met the Prince of Hel was in Bryce’s apartment. His clear blue eyes had captivated you, charming and flirting with you as he danced around giving Hunt and Bryce answers. You felt drawn to the prince since then. Every night you saw him in your dreams. He seemed so real, there were times when you would wake up and swore Aidas was in a dark corner of your room.
When the attack during the spring happened Aidas had checked on you, making sure you were safe. He got into the habit of staying with you for days at a time and eventually you fell for each other. Confessing your feelings was hard. With the both of you being from different worlds you didn’t know how a relationship would work.
It’s been two days since Aidas gave you the choice to come with him. You had spent your time weighing the pros and cons of the situation. You must admit it was enticing, the thought of going with him to Hel. You would miss your friends but Aidas had promised you could see them whenever you wished. Besides them there wasn’t much keeping you on Midgard. Your brother and parents, being the snobby fae they were, cut you off when you stood by Bryce’s side after Danika’s death.
It wasn’t a hard decision after all. Trudging through the harsh snow in Nena with the army of Hel you had your bag slung over your shoulder. You hadn’t told Aidas what you decided yet, deciding to second guess yourself on the trip back to the Northern Rift. But you had said your goodbyes. A lot were tearful, especially June. You swear Fury shed a tear, though she denied it.
You had waited to say bye to Bryce at the rift, not wanting to feel the pain for two goodbyes with your best friend.
As the army filed through the rift back to Hel you said your goodbyes to her and Hunt, promising to visit. When Aidas was the only one left you finally faced him. “Well?” He asked, raising a perfectly groomed blonde brow at you. You held out your hand for his in answer.
Aidas seemed shocked as he took it, smiling down at you. As he pulled you towards your future together Bryce called out, “Wait!” You and Aidas turn to face her. “Promise me something Aidas. Promise me you’ll take care of her.” Aidas bowed his head at the fae queen. “I swear on my life, Bryce Quinlan, that y/n will never have a need or want that isn’t met.” Aidas raises your gloved hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the outline of your knuckles.
Bryce nods, the corner of her mouth tugging into a smirk as she says, “I’ll come kick your ass if I find out otherwise.” Stepping through the rift you both look at Bryce and Hunt one last time. “I’m counting on it.” The Prince replies before Bryce seals the rift.
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Hel is not like you thought it would be. Bryce had told you what it was like after the Caves. But this was different.
Aidas’s kingdom was always in a state of dusk and darkness. His castle wasn’t what you thought either. You expected a fairytale version of a gothic castle with tall black spires, all open air windows and breezeways, floating on a ripped piece of earth among the clouds.
It was nothing like that at all. His home was more of an estate, surrounded by a tall, black wrought iron fence, the grounds covered in hedges and stone statues of his and his brother’s creations. The three story manor itself was black, gray stone moldings decorating the peaks and windows.
The interior was just as hauntingly beautiful as the exterior. Black, white, and red were the main colors decorating the house. Thick velvet curtains guarded the windows. Intricately carved wood made up the walls and bannisters, making the home feel alive. Pulling off your gloves you ran your hands across the ridges.
Aidas slipped your bag from your shoulder, waving his hand it disappeared into thin air. Aidas stepped closer to you, gazing into your eyes as he peels off your layers of winter wear. Handing over your stuff to a butler you didn’t even see approach.
“Come, my heart. I want to show you your new home.” You smile up at him, twining your fingers together again as he leads you through the house.
Aidas left you to get aquanted in your new room, which happened to be his room. You spent your time unpack what little you brought with you, finding Aidas left you plenty of room. He had a new dresser built for you along with a matching vanity. The prince also split his closet in half. When he told you that you were confused as to when you would fill it, is there even a mall on this plane of existence?
Finally curious about how much space you have to fill you pull open the ornate, wooden double doors. As the First Light comes on you gasp. You didn't need to fill the closet, it was already filled for you. Gowns and dresses on velvet hangers, shoes and slippers across racks, along with your clothes from home all neatly folded on the shelves above them.
You gape at the expensive fabrics, running your fingers across the garments in wonder. Knowing Aidas went out of his way to make sure you were clothed and well looked after had tears pricking your eyes.
No one had ever cared for you the way Aidas did. Not even your parents had paid this much attention to you.
Blinking away your impending tears, Aidas clears his throat behind you. Turning, you find the Prince of the Chasm casually draped against the door frame. “Is everything to your liking, my heart?” You smile brightly at him. “It’s perfect. And it’s more than I could ever ask for, thank you, Aidas.”
Aidas pushed off the door frame, striding over to you. The prince towers over you as he looks down at you. Bringing his pale, slender hands up to hold your face Aidas presses a kiss to your forehead. “I told you, my heart, you will never have to want again.”
Summary: Anon Req: CC men, do adias lurking on reader in cat form and when she attempts to shoo it away in the rain, he appears in front of her (they're at her apartment door) and brushes muddied water from himself "is that really how you treat a guest? Not to mention royalty?"
I kinda veered from the og request but I tried to get most of it down.
Warnings: Smut, oral (F receiving)
Word Count: 3,520
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The streets are cold but you look warm.
All bundled up in your winter gear; the fur-lined hood of your coat pulled high over your head. The thick, knit cap settled upon your head and the scarf wrapped tightly around your neck, the bottom of your face huddled inside of it to keep the wind from brushing across your face. The only skin exposed are those piercing eyes of yours, accentuated by the rose of your cheeks.
It might very well be his presence that makes the alley grow cold. It is, but Aidas likes to think that the darkened, damp passageways hold an other-worldly sort of chill. It doesn’t feel like a cold he’s known before, it is one he isn’t used to in the existence of this plane.
He can see the way it overcomes your body. Aidas wishes the iciness in the air felt like more of a caress, a brush of snowflakes across pink cheeks instead of frozen claws dragging down your spine, but he doesn’t know how to wield his power for anything other than destruction.
He could crumble the brick walls in the alley but he finds himself wanting to break yours down one by one. He knows you’re hiding something, the way your pretty eyes keep flickering up and down the alley. It’s dark, and if he were a stupider male he’d think it was an anxious movement, checking your surroundings to make sure you’re not being trailed by the drunkards crowding the streets. But he prides himself in being intelligent. And handsome, but that’s besides the point.
You don’t notice the glowing iciness of his feline eyes, so pale they nearly glow in the darkness. His white fur reflects off of the moon, but you don’t notice that either, from the way that he’s tucked himself beneath the cold metal of the dumpster. It’s leaking something in the corner that he’s stayed far away from…after he’d stepped in the sickly green puddle.
Gross.
Aidas doesn’t know why you’re here, what has summoned him to the very spot you’re occupying, when it doesn’t seem like you yourself know how you’ve ended up here. The suspicious looks you’re throwing around are enough for him to creep from his spot, pad after you with that preternatural silence he only feels in his feline form.
You don’t notice. Not right away. He’s good at staying hidden, even more so at blending in, though his arrogance doesn’t allow him to keep concealed for long. As you walk down the long streets, he finds himself wanting those jewel-like eyes on him, not on the passerby and the avenue ahead.
He licks his jowls before mewling. It’s an innocent sort of noise, a beg nearly, and it tastes sour in his mouth. He’s never begged for anything in his life. People beg him, to allow them softer sentences for their crimes, the abhorrent things they’ve done to be sent to his plane of Hel. And not once has he ever given in to any of those pleas.
Your steps falter, halting. The ground is cold, slick with snow that has melted against it. Aidas can feel it in his paws, the ice pricking through his pads. He doesn’t care, it doesn’t affect him, as the cold is wafting from his presence.
Your breath puffs white clouds into the chill as you turn. He sits, straightens his spine and lifts his chin. It might look like he’s preening to you, but to him, he’s showing off, showing you his confidence, the little white kitten sitting so harmless before you.
Aidas really does feel like preening when you turn those gorgeous eyes on him. You’re suspicious, brows furrowed as you scan the alley, before resting on him. He watches the frown melt from your face into one of awe, and you’re approaching him with a newfound sort of confidence, no longer is the caution draping your shoulders down.
“Hello there, little kitty,” you coo, crouching before him. You stick your hand out for the white animal to sniff, so it doesn’t think that you’re anything dangerous. “What are you doing out here all alone? It’s pretty cold.”
As you say it, Aidas watches the plumes of breath puff from your lips. He could shift right now, tell you that it’s his presence that’s making the streets this cold, but just as you think he doesn’t trust you yet, you also wouldn’t trust him.
He needs to wait you out, play into your little game.
So, Aidas mews in response, creeping forward to nudge his head against your hand. You’re awfully warm, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of your coat have kept the warmth underneath your skin. The way you turn your hand to scratch behind his ears feels good, and his back arches in pleasure.
Before he can realize what’s going on, you’re lifting him into your arms, a soft smile on your face. He blinks up at you with crystalline blue eyes, head tilting as if in confusion, before the cat rests in the crook of your arms, seemingly wanting to come home with you as badly as you want him to.
“Yeah, you want to come home with me, little guy? Alright, let’s go.”
Little guy? Aidas would hiss, but he doesn’t like to lean into his cat-like tendencies when he’s in this form. Despite the fact that he finds himself purring into your chest. He stops when he realizes.
The warmth of your body is comforting against the chill of the outdoors. So comfortable that he shuts his eyes and revels in it, allowing you to take him back to your apartment.
He doesn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until you’re placing him down to shuck off your winter gear. He mewls tiredly, already missing the loss of your warmth. He blinks, looking around, tail flicking somewhat impatiently when you don’t acknowledge his mew, instead heading into your kitchen to wash up and fetch a damp towel to clean his paw off with.
Your touch is gentle against his paw. He wonders if he shifted right here, right now, if you would let him bend you over your couch and claim you like the primal part of him wants to. But Aidas doesn’t change, he doesn’t want to scare you away.
Not yet.
You carry him into your room, placing him on the bed where he curls into a tiny ball. You coo at him and it should annoy him, how you’re coddling him, a demon for Solas’ sake, but he enjoys it, because when he switches forms, you won’t be looking at him like that.
He doesn’t follow you into the bathroom like he wants, and you come back changed into a comfortable shirt but no pants. It makes his back curl, and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing the heat creeping towards his cock away.
“Okay, kitty. Time for cuddles,” you coo, scooping him from his spot as you shuffle under the covers. You place the white cat across your stomach, and he scooches up, resting his head between the valley of your breasts.
He purrs loudly when you begin to stroke his white fur. He’s soft and loving, and the noises he’s making helps take your mind off of the weariness you’ve been feeling lately, when you go out and feel eyes following your every move.
The kitten’s rhythmic purring and its warmth against your chest sends you into a peaceful slumber.
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Iciness wakes you.
You blink, the room still filled with darkness, letting you know that it is not yet morning and still have time to sleep.
It’s freezing in the room, but the fireplace is still raging with flames in the corner of the room. Your nose is cold, and the covers are tucked all the way up to your chin, but you’re still shivering.
The heat at your back doesn’t help much either.
And something doesn’t feel right. Where there was a warmth across your chest of a cat you’d fallen asleep with, it’s no longer there.
“Aidas,” you whisper, rolling over as you seek him out. He could be pressed against your back instead, so you’re careful as you do so, but your tiredness leaves your body in a rush as you’re met with those bright blue eyes of the kitten you found, only in the form of a fae now.
You screech, trying to shove yourself away from him. If you scream loud enough perhaps your neighbor will call the Aux. Maybe they’ll even make it to your place before the male in your bed kills you.
Aidas has no intentions of doing that, though. He rolls, pinning you to the bed with his hands around your wrists and his hips planted firmly against yours. Your gasp gets stuck in your throat at the feeling of his full cock heavy against your cunt. The only thing stopping him from entering you is the thin fabric of your panties, but as you struggle against his iron grip, the feeling of the crown on his cock pressing into you has you nearly biting through your lip.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?” You whimper, forcing your body still. The air in the room had plummeted, but his body is hot against yours. The pale blue of his eyes nearly glows in the dark, and whispers of his bright blond hair tickle your cheeks as he leans in further.
“Is that really how you treat a guest?” He says, and the liquidity of his voice sounds just like that of a purring cat. His chest rumbles with it, sending shockwaves down your body, collecting between the apex of your legs. The muscles of your thighs jump and Aidas sinks further, a rolling tease that forces the whimper from your mouth. “Not to mention royalty?”
“It is when I don’t know who the fuck you are or how you’ve gotten in my room,” you retort harshly, but the feeling of his taut body against yours attempts to negate the threat lining your voice. He’s much too handsome to be here for anything less than sex. Will he take what he wants from you and more? Why does the thought of him taking exactly what he wants from you causing your cunt to tremble?
The stranger on top of you stares you down, and while it should make you uneasy, it makes you flush. Those piercing eyes remind you of something so familiar, kind of like the kitten you’d rescued from the frozen streets.
Your kitten. Where the fuck is your kitten? Anger lances your body and you buck, struggling anew, but your strength seems to be no match for the male bolting you to the bed with his own body.
“Where is my cat?”
The corner of his mouth quirks at the corner and the beauty of it stuns you for a moment, body falling lax. “You mean you don’t recognize your little kitten?” he all but purrs, leaning down to lap at the sensitive spot of your throat much like how the kitten had lapped with scratchy tongue there. It feels much more sensual now, and your chin tucks away as your eyes flutter shut, giving the stranger more room to work. “I am him, kit.”
“How—” you struggle for breath, “How is that possible?”
Kitten licking across your jaw, Aidas continues. “The first rule about Lunathion, kitten, is not to allow anything inside of your home. Especially, a Prince of Hel.”
Your body fights a shiver creeping up your spine. A Prince of Hel? This male on top of you is one of the Princes of Hel?
All of the warmth leaves your body, replaced by an ice cold dread only he can conjure. But still, your fingers curl into the skin of his tight hips, keeping him pressed firmly into you.
You’ve heard of the Princes of Hel, all seven of them, but you hadn’t known how often they had wandered this plane of existence, nor that they were capable of shifting into animals, let alone such a pristine, innocent looking one much like this one can.
“Which one are you?” You breathe. It’s shallow, as if you might be scared taking too deeply of an inhale of his exquisite scent might drive the last of your self-control from your body. The hot press of his cock at your slick entrance is a jarring reminder that he may be here to hurt you, but there will be pleasure involved first.
Your question seems to strike him, though, confusion crossing his features for a flicker of a second before they’re turning feline again, smile pulling high at the corners and his blue eyes gleaming. You’re not afraid of him, not as much as you should be for a female in front of a Prince. He can smell the sweetness in the air, of your arousal cut with the sharper scent of your fear, and it is utterly delectable.
“Aidas,” he offers with a roll of his hips. “Prince of the Chasm.”
“Aidas,” you echo, but it’s more of a moan. Your fingers glide across his smooth skin of their own violation, tracing the hills and grooves of muscle packing his lithe body.
He growls at your name on his lips. Never has it sounded so perfect, so powerful, than it is now, a plea for more on your tongue.
Aidas’ mouth is hot and claiming as he crawls down your body, removing the shirt you’re wearing as he goes. The fabric reveals the curve of your breasts, which he takes in hand, brushing over your pert nipple with a flick of his tongue while he massages the other, drawing a sharp inhale from you. He’s never tasted anything so euphoric, so addicting. Lust roils through his body as if he’s been hit over the head with it, his light touches turning more forceful, teeth nipping, pulling at the bud of your nipple as he leans back, taking it with him.
You cry out, hips lifting off of the bed to follow him. Your fingers find his silky locks, fisting them as he manhandles you, does so as he pleases with your pliant body. It feels like roles are being reversed, like he’s going to be worshiping you instead of how you should be worshiping the Prince of Hel trailing down your body.
His fingers hook around the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs with an ease that threatens to snap your thighs shut. Before you can, he’s shoving his shoulders between them, draping your legs over his shoulders as he settles between your legs, taking in the sight of your perfectly pink cunt, fluttering for him. The wetness glimmers in the moonlight streaming through the window, and he licks his lips at the sight.
Goosebumps break out across your skin, the iciness of the room attempting to cool your smoldering body. You want to whimper, cry out for him to put his mouth on your cunt because you can feel each exhale of his breath against your keening cunt yet he doesn’t make a move to devour you.
“Say my name again,” he commands, and you don’t hesitate.
“Aidas!” You cry as he dives forward, slick tongue slipping between your folds.
It’s as if he knows exactly what to do with it, drawing a stripe up with the tip of his nose leading the exploration, the flat of his tongue following. He eats you out like a man starved, swirling his tongue around your clit in a way that makes you see stars. When he breaches your cunt with the tip of his tongue, fucking it in and out of you, a noise you’ve never made before escapes between your lips, and it spurs Aidas on.
“Please,” you beg, your nails scratching against his scalp as you grab his hair for something to hold onto. Your thighs squeeze but it doesn’t deter him, burying his face so deeply into your cunt that he can hardly breathe. It makes your back bow from the bed, legs wrapping around his neck to keep him pinned as you grind your cunt against his face, chasing the heat coiling your gut. “Aidas, please. Mph, I need to cum!”
He doesn’t pull away from your clit to respond, instead, he suckles harsher, thumbs digging into the meat of your thighs for a delicious bite. The temperature in the room plummets until it’s hard to breathe, your chest splintering with ice as you struggle. Not even the heat eclipsing your body can help, until he pulls back on his power and you’re cumming with a shattering cry.
Waves of pleasure roll from you. Aidas allows you to grind against his face as he works you through your orgasm, until you’re nothing but a panting, whimpering mess because even though you’ve come down from the best high of your life, Aidas isn’t done yet.
He’s pressing up onto his knees, stroking the head of his cock through your orgasm that drips down your thighs. He doesn’t give you a second to breathe or prepare, shoving his cock into you with a guttural moan until his hips meet yours.
You hiss at the stretch, hands planted at his hips as you writhe, struggling against the press of his girth. He feels incredible, stretching you wide for his taking, but you’d been unprepared, the surprise and stealth of his probing a shock to your system.
His hand finds your throat, curling around it with intention, though there isn’t a forceful pressure behind it. Aidas is showing you what he could do, if he so pleases, and the feeling of his large hand wrapped around your throat and his cock teasing your cunt in long strokes has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, a desperate mewl escaping your lips.
“That’s it, kitten. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”
Your response is so pretty, the noises you make and the wildness lacing them. The way your nails claw into his skin, raking red marks down his chest and back, the ice of his power leaking into the hot wounds.
Hooking his hands beneath your knees and lifting them to your chest, he pistons his hips deeper, harder as he finds that spot that has you going wild.
You curse, grappling for him, trying to hook your hands around his neck. “Kiss me, Aidas, please.”
His hips falter. He hadn’t been expecting you to want to kiss a demon. He’s afraid that if he gives into the urge to lie down and fucking claim your lips, the last part of him he hasn’t allowed himself to take, he’s afraid he might never leave, might never leave this little apartment that in no way compares to his palace in Hel, might never leave the warmth of your bed, of your cunt.
“I—” Fuck it. He just needs a taste, swooping down to capture your mouth against his.
The feeling explodes in his head, drifting throughout his body like lightning. The feeling of you, your mouth against his, sharing your breaths with him, sharing your body with him. He can feel it in every push of his hips, how accepting you are of him, of the demon who’d lied to you, who’d been trailing you, pretending to be the kitten he doesn’t often take the form of.
He feels your cunt constricting around his cock, holding on tight as you cum. You must be feeling what he is because the softness of your lips and the taste of your moans has him slipping over the edge as well, his orgasm wracking his body almost violently.
“Well, that—” you wince as he slips from you, mourning the loss already. Warmth trickles down your legs but Aidas doesn’t care, doesn’t want you clean from his cum because he’s pulling you close and tucking you into his side. “I’ve never had sex with a demon before.”
Aidas’ raucous laughter startles you. His fingers tighten around you and you’re breaking out into a grin, admiring the beauty of the male beside you.
“You could have referred to me as a Prince of Hel or even a cat, kitten, but you chose a demon?” He presses a kiss into your dewey brow, enjoying the way you nuzzle your hot cheeks into his chest.
You shrug, bashful. “It seemed like the right thing to say, especially with that tortuous tongue of yours.”
“Not my cock?” He questions playfully, and you hadn’t expected a Prince of Hel to have this sort of humor, to be this…well, soft. His hand trails down between your thighs, running through the mess of cum. It makes your breath catch in your throat and your breasts push against his skin. You’re not quite ready for round two, but you want it more than anything.
“Your cock,” you whisper lowly, batting your eyelashes. The gleam of your eyes has his throat working around a swallow, and you like that. A lot. “Is so much better than that.”
It was the Oracle's fault for letting Bryce blind her all those years ago, leading you to meet the cat the first time.
It was Briggs's fault for not actually killing Danika, setting off this whole damn chain reaction, ending you standing in your sister's kitchen as she grinned at the obsidian salt in her hand, the Shadow of Death paling behind her.
It was Bryce's fault for deciding to summon the Prince of Hel.
But it was your fault for allowing her to rope you into it.
You had a fairly normal job as an author, writing vampyr romance novels for teenagers and pretending the love interests weren't even a tiny bit inspired by the cat form of Aidas you'd met when you ran to find your twin after she blinded the Oracle- and ending up meeting the Prince of the Chasm.
Who you hated more than anyone else- on Midgard or Hel!
And yet, there had been that tiny flutter in your heart when you realized what Bryce's plan was.
"Bryce, are you absolutely certain this is a good idea?" you asked tentatively.
"Listen, Y/N, I don't know why you're so afraid! What, you worried I'm going to have a romantic tryst with the Prince of Hel?" she demanded, smirking. You sent a little encouraging smile to the malakh standing behind her- a little reassurance that, no matter how much she pretended otherwise, she found him much more.... interesting than a demon prince.
The both of you had always been so readable about each other's romance. And you could tell that whatever was happening between Bryce and Hunt would either engulf Lunathion in the brightest light imaginable- or reduce it to nothing but ash.
The flip side, however, was that Bryce could also read you, and you needed to stop blushing every time you thought of seeing Aidas in his human form- maybe running your hands through his sleek humanoid hair, possibly removing his shirt and feeling his-
NO. THAT WAS ENOUGH. You were not living in one of your romance novels, and there was no happily ever after with a demon prince.
You knew how that ended. You'd seen the daemonaki. A demon had killed Danika and the Pack of Devils. They were completely odious and-
Bryce was already humming as she formed a perfect circle with the salt on the floor.
"Do we need to- say anything-?" the Shadow of Death began to ask, but it was too late.
A blonde, fit, smirking, blue-eyed, muscular, and probably evil as shit demon prince was standing inside the circle. "You summoned me?"
He turned his eyes to you. "Y/N," he said. "It's been a while."
"It hasn't been long enough," you spat. "I have weapons on me and I'm not afraid to use them!"
"Of course, rose. I would never dream of hurting you," he said smoothly. Rose. You hated that damn nickname. He'd called you that a decade ago, and he still said it now.
You're a beauty with thorns, he'd claimed. Fitting isn't it?
You scowled at him and didn't give him the honor of a response.
Bryce and Hunt asked Aidas a couple questions while you stood there, silently, glaring, hand tightened around your gun, as if it could kill a Prince of Hel.
After they'd finished Aidas had one request. "Please, can I just speak to Y/N- alone- for a few minutes?"
If you'd had a drink, you'd have spat it out at the sound of the Prince of Hel saying please.
"That's up to Y/N," Bryce said sassily and turned to you. In a loud whisper, she hissed, "You sure you'll be alright alone with the kitty-cat?"
"I can hear you," Aidas said in a singsong tone.
You ran your hands through your hair. "You have five minutes."
"Not seven?" the prince asked, grinning.
"You're the prince of the fifth level of Hel, it seems fitting."
"Alright. Five minutes- without your sister listening through the door."
"Can't promise you that," Bryce chirped.
"Actually, yes we can, because Quinlan and I have got a lot to discuss," Athalar announced, and you couldn't decided if he won or lost points for that.
Athalar and Bryce basically murdered each other on the way out the room, leaving you with the Prince of Hel.
"I have a proposition for you," he said bluntly. You waited, glaring. "I was wondering if you may....want to come back with me. To hone your powers."
"I don't have powers, and I'm not going to Hel with you," you stated.
"Yes, you do. Your sister may blind an Oracle, but you... you could cover the whole world in shadow. Have you ever heard of it? It's called, in another world, shadowsinging. It's not genetic, but it comes from being left alone in the dark too much, for too long. The power is immense and beautiful, stronger than an Asteri," Aidas mused.
"Excuse me? Nothing is stronger than an Asteri," you snapped. "And why do you care so much anyway?"
"I have a theory," he said, smiling. "About... what I feel. When I'm around you. And being away from you makes me want to cry."
"Can you even cry?" you demanded. "You aren't human. You aren't even Vanir. I'm not some fairy tale character, swept off their feet by a demon, only to learn they were tricked. I'm too smart for that, Prince of Hel. You can kindly fuck off now."
"Rose, please." The nickname was different now, softer. You shook your head.
Aidas dropped to his knees. "Just an hour. I am begging you, Y/N. Let me get to know you just a bit more, and then I will leave you alone forever. I swear it."
"It's not that I don't want to, Aidas," you said, tears in your eyes. "It's that I can't. Because I go with you... I'm not sure I'll be able to leave. And Bryce needs me. Hypaxia needs me- I can't go into details, but she's my best friend and she's been going through too much shit for me to just abandon her. I can't."
You turned and left, not letting your tears downpour until you reached the safety of your apartment.
Hii!! Can you make romantic headcones with Aidas (crescent city) too??
hello, lovely anon! I love Aidas and he's such a compelling character IMO. I loved writing this and feel free to send in more ideas! I love hearing ya'lls ideas.
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Aidas is the type of person to spoil his significant other.
He loves buying gifts but most importantly spending time with you.
He loves running his fingers through your hair and listening to you while you talk about a topic you're genuinely passionate about.
When you two met for the first time, you didn't know he was part of the seven princes of Hel.
Even when you did find out about that fact, you weren't fazed one bit.
Whenever Aidas has had a long day, you would braid his light hair into a french braid. He loves when you do that.
Actually, he loves when you touch him. He had been touch starved for a while.
He explained that he had had a crush on you for a long time but you never gave any signal that you liked him back.
Aidas knows he can be himself around you and that makes you happy to know that fact.
You two would play wrestle or throw pillows at each other's faces. Both of you ended up having a laughing fest.
The first time you two said "I love you" to each other, well, that led to a long night in bed.
You didn't mind though, not when he had pleased you almost all night long.
Let's just say, you two always want to be around each other, and whenever you two are apart, the crankiness sets in.
In the future, Aidas plans to marry you. And of course, you will say yes.
How do you think Aidas would handle a situation where he meets his mate, falls madly in love with her and always wants to be around her, but can never linger too long because his cold presence would harm her?
I can't think enough for a fic but I do have thoughts on this!
He would be Mr. Darcy levels of yearning and so unbelievably sad. Aidas would curse his creator for being made this way. He would want nothing more than to turn human just to be with you.
I think one day, when he's had enough, and the want and frown on your face tears his heart in two Aidas goes to his brothers. Making a deal with them Aidas gives up his powers.
When he comes to your home Aidas pulls you to his chest, not willing to let go. His warmth shocks you. You can't help but melt into his chest.
"I'm with you, my heart. forever." he whsipers, kissing the top of your head. your first kiss leaves him breathless. the feel of your lips against his practically brings Aidas to his knees. He wants the feeling to last forever.
When you got back to your apartment, your phone was waiting on the kitchen counter where you'd forgotten it, lit up with a text alert from Hypaxia.
Coffee at noon tomorrow?
It was nice having your best friend in Lunathion, but the amount of work she was doing meant you hadn't really gotten to hang out together. Finally, she had some time to do something together. A lot of the time it felt like you were best friends with a stranger. You hadn't wanted to tell Aidas because he'd ask too many questions (honestly, did he ever shut up?) but Hypaxia had been giving you the sense she was hiding something for months. Maybe you could finally confront her with the grand news that you weren't an idiot tomorrow.
You had some idea of what might be going, on but needed it confirmed before making any accusations.
You replied, Sounds great! Regular place?
She instantly typed back, Ofc. Gtg now but see u tmrw
Okay, she was definitely hiding something if she was using abbreviations! Hypaxia had once drunkenly admitted that she only ever resorted to them if she really wanted to avoid a conversation.
Hypaxia had never used them on you before.
You groaned and collapsed into your spinning desk chair, face buried in your hands. Between Aidas, Danika's murder, and this, your life was a complete shithole.
You had finally worked up the courage to finish chapter twenty-one of your current work- something that had been an exciting prospect earlier that morning- when your phone pinged with a text from the Autumn King.
Meet me in my office in seven minutes. Do not be late.
What the Hel could this possibly be about? And how did he expect you to get from the Old Square to FiRo in seven minutes? You didn't own a damn car!! And he knew better than anyone that the strange almost batlike wings that had resided on your back since birth and had been a mystery to everyone you'd met had always been folded in and incapable of flight. And there was no way you were texting Hypaxia and asking her to fly you, not when she obviously was trying to avoid you! You had enough headaches to deal with!
You typed out a furious response. Seventy minutes
You pushed yourself out of your chair and pulled your jacket over your frayed grey CCU Sunball T-shirt, and started on the trek to the Autumn King's villa.
It had been seventy-four minutes by the time you arrived. You hadn't run; it would only satisfy him to see you huffing and puffing to be there on time. You pulled open the door to his villa, completely ignoring the guards who basically begged for an ID, even though your one-of-a-kind wings made it obvious who you were.
You reached the Autumn King's office and yanked the door open. "You summoned?" you said in a dry tone.
"You dare mock your king?" he hissed.
"Oh, was I mocking Your Majesty? Deepest apologies!" You curtsied so lightly it could have been considered a borderline insult. There wasn't a chair for you across from the Autumn King's desk, so you sat down right on top of it, crushing a stack of papers as you did so.
The Autumn King pinched the bridge of his nose and looked you directly in the eyes. "The time has come for you to carry on the Fae bloodline."
"Excuse me?" you barked. "I am not your breeding mare!"
"I am your king, and you do not contradict me. You made your decision, Y/N. Live with it."
Right after graduating, the Autumn King had shown up on Bryce and Danika's doorstep and demanded that Bryce swear allegiance to him, most likely on account of her Starborn powers. You had stepped in front of her and told the Autumn King you would adopt the last name Danaan instead. It had been in name only, really, and you never expected it to turn into anything more, Luna forbid this.
"I am not getting married, and I am certainly not having a child," you hissed.
"You will. And after you tie the knot, you will drop this business of yours. Writing dirty smut is not something I wish to be associated with the Fae bloodline," the Autumn King insisted.
"I right under an alias, so no one can associate my writing with your fancy bloodline!"
"I do not care. You are to marry Tristan Flynn three days after the Autumn Equinox, and this is not up for debate. You will consummate your marriage, and continue to attempt to reproduce until a child is conceived. Or," he said in a slightly lighter tone, "I could simply ask if Bryce Quinlan would like to take your place."
"No!" you half screamed. "I'll do it. I'll marry Flynn and have a kid with him. I'll give up my writing and I'll do whatever the fuck else you ask. Just leave Bryce alone."
"Very well, then," the Autumn King said, nodding. "The announcement will be in two days."
