Summary: An ACOTAR universe fanfiction where the female reader is rather…. Stunted in showing vulnerability and allowing others to care for her.
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You huffed a laugh at whatever Cassian had said, before Mor took your attention.
“You’ll never guess what I heard at Rita’s last- oh bless you, sweetheart,” the blonde practically cooed. You opened your mouth again to thank her, but your breath caught at the last second and you pitched forward into steepled hands again. “H’htschoo!”
A chorus of ‘bless you’s’ filled the room, tinting your cheeks pink. You sniffled thickly and thanked them. Mor resumed her talking and it was only after that conversation finished and you reached for your wine glass that Azriel, seated next to you, leaned ever so slightly toward you in his chair.
“You alright?”
His deep voice was enough to make your heart beat faster. You’d had a crush on the shadow singer for as long as you could remember. Well, you’d only been in Velaris for about a year, but it had become home quickly.
You nodded. “I’m fine.”
You had watched him so closely for nearly a year that you could see the subtle scrunch in his brows, as though he didn’t believe you. You blushed further under his scrutiny. You hadn’t caught a cold since moving to Velaris- your new found family had practically seen you sneeze only a handful of times- and you weren’t well-versed in showing vulnerability, growing up in the court of nightmares and all.
And it really felt like the start of a cold.
Conversation continued, wine glasses were refilled, and Cassian had just spewed his wine across the table at whatever joke Azriel had made when your breath caught again. Everyone in the room was annoyingly observant, and eyes flickered in your direction. They all politely looked away, though you knew even as conversation restarted that everyone was paying attention to you.
“Huh.. h’tschioo! H’tsch!”
“Bless, darling,” Rhys drawled.
“Cauldron, sweetheart. Bless you,” Mor murmured.
“Bless,” Amren and Cassian muttered at the same time.
“Bless you,” Azriel nearly whispered.
“Thank you,” you replied, clearing your throat a touch.
“You okay?” Feyre asked. You nodded, picking up your wine glass.
Conversation restarted, though eyes occasionally glanced your way. You were just hoping no one noticed you were catching a cold.
Once the last plate was cleared, Cassian stood and made his way to the living room, claiming he was going to get the cards out and a bottle of ‘Rhys’s finest.’ Feyre followed, rolling her eyes and grabbing some fresh glasses. Rhys and Azriel weren’t quite ready to leave yet, finishing their drinks and discussing a possible threat from the south. Amren had already disappeared to find a new book from the library.
“Come on,” you begged Mor, “it has literally the prettiest things ever.”
“We’ve been there three times this week,” Mor huffed, standing and unceremoniously pushing her chair back. “I’m all for shopping but even I’m tired of that place.”
You whined, standing as well. “But this time they got…. H’htssh. H’tsxd!” You stifled the rather harsh sneezes against your shoulder, swaying ever so slightly. Mor immediately steadied you, her brows raised delicately.
“Bless you, Y/N.” She emphasized the words, as if to make them stick harder.
Azriel and Rhysand offered their own blessings, each one adding to the faint tinge of pink at your cheeks.
You muttered your thanks and followed your blonde friend to the living room, her eyes watching you a bit closer. You settled onto one of the couches, leaning against the armrest and pulling a blanket onto your lap. Conversation resumed with Mor and eventually everyone else settled down. Amren had chosen the spot next to you on the couch, Mor sitting at your feet, Cassian sprawled on the ground in front of the fireplace, Feyre and Rhysand in armchairs near the fire, and Azriel choosing to remain standing near the edge of the room.
“Okay,” Cassian clapped. “The rules of the game are simple and are as follows-“
”We already know the rules. We play this weekly,” Rhys interrupted.
“And yet somehow, the rules are never followed,” Amren added, without looking up from her book. You sniffled, not noticing the way Amren’s eyes did shift your direction at that.
“Let’s just play,” Mor whined at your feet, her back leaning to press against your legs. You briefly ran your fingers through her hair, the gesture beyond comfortable for you. You loved your new family more than anything. You knew they loved you just as much, you just weren’t as comfortable with the idea of that love being shown. You were too scared to be loved.
Which is probably why Azriel and you had tip toed around… whatever it was the two of you had. And while you typically loved spending these evenings teasing him and maybe even flirting, tonight was definitely not the night for it. You could barely go two seconds without the annoying itch settling into your sinuses, taking all of your attention to hold it at bay. Unfortunately, that only worked up to a point, and by then, the itch had amplified so much that it seemed like you were incapable of sneezing just once… or even twice for that matter.
Your breath hitched again. You knew it was quiet, but Amren most definitely felt it given that she was seated next to you, her arm lightly brushing yours.
You buried your face into the crook of your elbow and let out four quick sneezes, barely half a breath in between. It left you utterly exhausted and out of breath.
“Bless,” Amren muttered, quirking a single brow at you. She was the first.
The rest chimed in. It was impossible to ignore Mor’s gaze, her eyes lit with concern. She opened her mouth to say something, and then seemingly thought better of it, turning back around. She squeezed your ankle lightly once she was settled. You blushed, more than aware that your… outbursts were unable to be ignored.
The game continued on, though you weren’t quite sure how much longer you’d last without one of your family saying something. Amren most definitely knew you were sick, if her slight roll of the eyes after you attempted to silence yet another sneeze into oblivion was any indication.
Thankfully, Cassian roaring with laughter took the room by storm and saved you from feeling more exposed. You settled further back against the couch, pulling at the blanket without disturbing Mor. You accidentally pushed against Amren, apologizing softly. She hummed thoughtfully, though the sound brought you slight comfort as much as it spiked your nerves.
Your eyes got heavier the more comfortable you became. Your sniffles became a bit more pronounced, congestion harder to ignore. Five relatively peaceful minutes went by, the lull of the conversation pushing you toward sleep.
“You have a cold.” Amren snapped her book shut.
That jolted you right up, your back ramrod straight against the couch, blanket falling. The room went quiet, Mor turning so that her side rested up against your legs as she raised a brow at the female sitting next to you.
“Amren,” Rhysand drawled, though there was a warning in his tone.
“Rhysand,” Amren threw right back. “The girl is sick and afraid she’ll look weak in front of her family. So though everyone with a hint of eyesight can detect she is ill, she thinks she’s fooling someone.”
“I don’t-“ you began to protest. The female held up a finger.
“Rather, she hopes she’s fooling someone.”
You couldn’t disagree with any part of what she said. It was all perfectly true. Your already pink cheeks flushed.
“Sweetheart, is this true?” Mor asked softly. You refused to meet her gaze. You found a thread on the blanket very interesting. In fact, you wish the world would swallow you whole right about now.
“This is not the Court of Nightmares,” Rhys said quietly. His words felt like a punch to the gut.
But he was right. It wasn’t. The horrid place you were raised left no room for weakness. People typically thought of love, sadness, grief, or happiness, maybe even injuries. No one ever thought of sickness. How one cough or sneeze had people looking for a way to extort you, how being unable to control your body made others scoff. Any form of sickness was an opportunity for powers to rise, people to die, or for changes in social standing.
That form of trauma was proving very difficult to ignore.
The room became entirely too much, all at once. You needed out. Immediately.
“I’m tired,” you responded hoarsely, moving to rise. Mor immediately shifted, helping to pull the blanket off of you. You didn’t risk a glance at anyone, least of all Azriel, as you made your way out of the room, throughout the foyer, and up the stairs. It was still dead silent downstairs by the time you shut your door.
The Inner Circle was infamous throughout Prythian—spoken of in hushed, reverent tones, feared in equal measure for their power and adored for the unbreakable loyalty binding them together.
A family forged in fire, sacrifice, and secrets.
And somehow by luck, by fate, or by the Mother's twisted sense of humour they became my family.
My brothers and sisters in all but blood.
All stories begin somewhere And mine began centuries ago with one boy, one arrogant, sharp-tongued, violet-eyed boy who would one day become the most powerful High Lord Prythian had ever seen.
Rhysand. I met him first, long before courts rose and fell, before wars reshaped the world.
Back when we were children, when titles still meant everything, and I was expected to bow to anyone with more power, more jewels, more shadows at their back.
My father's voice still echoes in my mind.
"Be polite, be quiet, and for the love of the Mother do not—do not—cause trouble for the High Lord." His tone was clipped, already fraying with the knowledge that my simple existence constituted trouble.
I sniffed, adjusting the stiff dress he'd stuffed me into. "You act as if I'm going to throw myself out the nearest window."
My father shot me a glare so sharp it could have carved stone. "Yes. Because you have, in fact, done exactly that—more than once."
I waved a hand. "That was an accident."
He snorted. "You climbed onto the ledge voluntarily."
"Accidents come in many forms," I muttered.
We moved through the Moonstone Palace, its corridors glowing with soft lunar light, elegant and cold. The air always smelled faintly of frost and starlight, like the place itself was holding its breath.
"Explain to me again," I grumbled, "why I must attend this meeting when you're the one doing business with the High Lord?"
"Because," he said through clenched teeth, "it is time you learned how alliances work."
"What if I don't want to meet them?"
"Then pretend you do," he hissed.
But the moment he stepped into the throne room, bowing deeply and reciting pleasantries, I slipped away swift as a shadow, taking a sharp right down the nearest hallway.
If I had to endure being dragged to this palace like some polished ornament, I could at least find a corner of it worth exploring.
I was halfway through planning my glorious escape when I collided violently with something solid. No, someone.
I stumbled back, blinking stars from my eyes.
Violet eyes. Inky black hair. Golden-brown skin. A jawline forged by the gods purely to inspire trouble.
The boy looked down at me as though I'd personally offended him by existing.
"Watch where you're going," he said, brushing invisible dust from his immaculate clothing.
I bristled. "Watch where you're standing." I pushed myself upright, glaring. "Who do you think you are?"
His brows rose, equal parts disbelief and intrigue. "Rhysand. Heir to the Night Court you're currently standing in."
I blinked once. Twice. Then I smiled sweetly in the most insincere way imaginable.
"Lovely. The future High Lord is an egotistical asshole."
For a heartbeat he simply stared. And then he laughed. Not a polite chuckle. Not the restrained, practised amusement of a court-raised son.
A real laugh. Warm. Surprised. Sharp with delight. It echoed through the moonlit hallways like the chiming of distant stars.
"You're not afraid of me," he said, sounding almost bewildered.
"Should I be?"
"Most would bow."
"I'm not most."
He grinned then, slow, wicked, like he'd just discovered something precious. Like I'd stepped across some invisible threshold neither of us could return from.
"Good," he murmured. "I hate bowing."
"What a coincidence," I said, crossing my arms. "I hate arrogant heirs blocking hallways."
His grin widened. "Come on. If you keep wandering like that, you'll get lost. Or worse—end up in another meeting."
"Tragic," I deadpanned.
He extended a hand, palm open, eyes bright with mischief and possibility. "What do you say? Want to escape together?"
And that was how it started.
Two children sneaking away from their fathers. Two stubborn souls refusing to bow. A spark that would one day grow into something vast and unshakable.
Rhysand didn't know it then. Neither did I. But that moment was the beginning of a bond that would shape centuries.
The beginning of my place in the Inner Circle. My home. My family.
And if Rhys had been the door into that world, Morrigan was the warm, golden light waiting on the other side.
I met Mor next obviously. Rhysand made sure of it.
By then, he and I had fallen into a rhythm my father pretended to approve of.
We spent more and more time together though not in the dignified, politically advantageous way he hoped. There were fewer lessons in diplomacy than there were daring escapes, arguments about nothing, magical mishaps, and Rhys teaching me how to steal pastries from the kitchen without getting caught.
For the record, he was terrible at it. I was much better.
So when Rhys insisted practically demanded that I meet his cousin Morrigan, I agreed immediately.
He'd said it with such certainty, too. "You and Mor... you'll understand each other."
He hadn't been wrong.
The day I met her, sunlight spilt through the Moonstone Palace windows and turned every dust mote into drifting gold. Rhys led me down a quiet corridor, humming with excitement that he tried and failed to hide.
"She's not scary, is she?" I asked.
Rhys snorted. "Mor? Scary? Only if you're a pigheaded male with the emotional depth of a puddle."
"So... most males?" I teased.
He grinned. "Exactly."
He pushed open a door to a sitting room warm with afternoon light. And there standing near the window, a book abandoned on the sill was Morrigan.
Morrigan of the Night Court. Morrigan of golden hair and molten honey eyes. Morrigan who looked like she'd been carved from sunlight and laughter and something unbreakable.
She turned as we entered.
And the very first thing she ever said to me without hesitation, without even blinking was "Mother above, you are gorgeous."
I froze. Rhys groaned into his hands.
But she meant it, every word shining in her eyes like starlight.
I blinked once, twice, then managed "Says the literal goddess standing in front of me."
Her smile... it was like the world brightened just for her. Warm and bright and mischievous, as if she had been waiting, truly waiting, for someone to say exactly that.
She crossed the room in two strides and took both my hands in her own, examining me like a jeweller inspecting a priceless stone.
"Has Rhys been treating you well?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"No," I said loudly. "He's been insufferable."
Rhys spluttered behind us. "Excuse me—"
Mor waved a dismissive hand. "He was born insufferable. It's not your fault."
And just like that... we were laughing. A soft, bubbling laughter that melted the last of my nerves. The kind you only shared with someone who felt familiar and safe despite having known them for all of five breaths.
The kind you shared with a sister.
We spent hours talking that day. Mor asked about everything, my likes, my dislikes, my hopes, my fears, my dreams. She listened as if every word mattered.
She teased Rhys relentlessly, much to my delight. She told me stories of Velaris, of star-lit streets and hidden cafes and quiet corners she swore she'd show me one day.
And beneath all of it, beneath the radiance, there was a shadow in her eyes. A bruise made not of skin but of soul.
Keir. I didn't know the details then. I only knew hurt when I saw it. The kind that didn't fade with time, the kind pressed into bone.
She hid it well. Too well.
And maybe she saw the same reflection in me, my own fractures, my own loneliness, the cracks my father pretended not to see.
We fit together seamlessly. Two girls from gilded cages, finding freedom in each other.
Years passed just like that.
She was the one who held me when my father died, her arms warm around me, her voice strong even when mine wasn't. She stroked my hair and whispered promises that I wouldn't face the world alone, not ever again.
And I held her when they dragged her broken and bleeding from the border of the Autumn Court, left for dead by the male who called himself her father.
I stayed by her bedside through every nightmare, every tremor, every tear she tried to hide. I reminded her she was more than the horror she'd survived. More than Keir's cruelty. More than her scars.
We saved each other, again and again.
Sisters by choice, not blood. Sisters by battle, by laughter, by loss. By love.
Mor was the second thread woven into my life, golden and fierce and unbreakable. And even now, centuries later... I cannot imagine who I would be without her.
Azriel and Cassian came next. Together, naturally, because where one Illyrian went, the other followed.
It happened the same way everything with Rhys happened, with absolutely no warning.
One morning, just as I was enjoying the first quiet moment I'd had in days, Rhys burst into my room like a bat out of the Cauldron and said, "Get up. I'm taking you to meet my brothers."
Before I could protest, argue, or even finish glaring at him, he'd scooped me straight into his arms and launched us into the sky.
I screamed the entire time. Rhys laughed the entire time.
And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, he kissed the top of my head and said "You'll like them. Just... be yourself."
Which, coming from Rhys, was both a compliment and a warning.
The Illyrian training camp was a sprawl of mountains, wind, and raw muscle. The air tasted of cold iron and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Warriors sparred in the distance, their wings catching morning light like blades.
And right in the centre of it, shirtless, sweaty, smirking stood Cassian and Azriel.
Cassian noticed us first.
The moment Rhys landed with me still clinging to him because I refused to let my death be because I fell from two thousand feet due to pride, Cassian whistled so loudly half the camp turned to look.
"Well, well, well..." he drawled, swaggering forward. "Rhys, you dog. Who's the beauty? New lady friend? New lover, perhaps—"
I cut him off so fast Azriel blinked. "That is vile. Do not finish that sentence."
Cassian's eyebrows shot up to the Mother and back.
I continued, sweetly venomous, "I would rather recite a vow of celibacy than let Rhysand near me with his... thing."
Rhys sputtered behind me. Cassian choked on air, I think before bursting into a bark of laughter.
"Cauldron take me," he wheezed, wiping his eyes. "She's got claws."
"Not claws," I said. "Standards."
That only made him laugh harder.
He planted his hands on his hips, wings flaring with interest. "Alright, sweetheart. What about me? I'm taller, stronger, better looking—"
"No."
He blinked. "Just—no?"
"Correct."
Cassian stared at me like he'd never been refused in his entire immortal life. Then he did something I will never forget. He grinned. Not offended. Not wounded. Delighted.
"Mother above, I like you already."
And just like that, Cassian, chaos incarnate, decided we were friends.
Azriel, on the other hand... was quiet.
He approached with the grace of a shadow slipping into place at your back, silent, controlled, powerful. His golden-brown skin glowed in the morning sun, siphons gleaming like captured starlight.
Shadows curled lazily around him, studying me with far more curiosity than he showed.
He stood a few feet away, wings tucked neatly, eyes calm and unreadable.
But I wasn't fooled. He'd been listening the entire time. His voice, when he finally spoke, was smooth and low.
"So you and Rhys... are not together."
"No," I said instantly.
"Not even a little?" he pressed, head tilting, expression still unreadable.
"If we were the last two in Prythian and the continuation of the realm depended on us, I would simply die."
Behind us, Rhys groaned into his hands.
Azriel stared for a long moment. Then so subtle I almost thought I imagined it, the corner of his mouth lifted. A faint, rare smile.
"Good," he murmured. "I prefer you alive."
Cassian nudged him. "See? Told you she's trouble."
Azriel replied, "You say that like it's a bad thing."
And something warm curled in my chest. Different from Rhys. Different from Mor.
Azriel wasn't loud or playful or dramatic. He was quiet warmth. Steady strength. The kind of presence that made you feel... guarded, even before he ever swore to protect you.
His shadows twined around my wrist, curious, testing, then slipped away as if satisfied.
"She's not afraid of you," Cassian observed, crossing his arms.
Azriel's eyes glimmered. "Good."
And that was that.
Cassian adopted me loudly. Azriel adopted me silently. And I felt something like belonging settle into my bones.
Four threads woven together now. Rhys. Mor. Cassian. Azriel.
And somehow... I was part of it. Part of them. Part of the family that would one day save me and that I would bleed for without hesitation.
Amren, naturally, was the last one I met.
Not out of avoidance, at least not on my part. It simply... happened. She was elusive, unpredictable, too ancient and brilliant and terrifying to be summoned by something as mortal as convenience.
But the day I finally met her? Oh, I remember every second.
It began with a question I regretted as soon as it left my mouth.
"So... she drinks blood?" I asked Rhys.
Cassian and Rhys were arm-wrestling on the dining table, again, so Rhys only grunted in acknowledgement, too focused on beating Cassian to spare me a glance.
"Yes," Rhys drawled. "She does."
I blinked. "What kind of blood?"
"She could drink yours if she felt like it," Azriel replied calmly from the corner, sharpening a dagger with the kind of quiet menace only he could pull off.
My entire soul left my body. "Azriel," I hissed, "that was not reassuring."
He shrugged, shadows curling lazily around him. "You asked."
Part of me knew they were messing with me. The other part was currently planning my will.
"Okay," I said slowly. "But what happens if she hates me? And decides today's the day she wants a snack? A quick sip? A little taste—"
"No one is drinking your blood," Azriel murmured, eyes flicking upward only long enough to keep track of who might win the arm-wrestling match.
Mor, lounging like a queen on the sofa, gave a solemn nod. "I would drink your blood if you asked me to."
My heart softened. "Thank you. I love you. You're my favourite."
Cassian groaned. "Sweetheart, please get off the table so I can finally prove to Rhysand that he is not as strong as he thinks."
"I need to know if Amren will—"
I didn't get to finish. Because a voice, smooth, feline, and sharp enough to cut bone, purred from behind me.
"If Amren will what?"
The entire room fell silent. Even Rhys and Cassian froze mid-arm wrestle.
I turned slowly because of course I did, to find Amren standing in the doorway as if she'd materialised from thin air.
Silver eyes. Dark hair perfectly arranged. An expression that said she tolerated our existence only because destroying the building would be inconvenient.
She stepped inside, gaze slicing through the room like a blade.
Rhys, traitor that he is, took the opportunity to mutter, "She's afraid you're going to hate her."
Amren didn't even blink. "I do," she said casually, sweeping past us. "I dislike everyone."
She sat at the farthest possible seat from us, legs crossed, looking both bored and ready to commit homicide.
I cleared my throat. Loudly. "Right. Good talk," I said. "Um. So... I brought you something."
Cassian immediately perked up. "Wait—she gets a gift?"
Mor sat up straighter. "I thought I was the favourite."
Azriel didn't move, but his eyes sharpened with interest. "You brought Amren a present?"
"I literally got body-slammed by her last week," Cassian added indignantly. "If anyone deserves a gift, it's me!"
I ignored them all, hopped off the table, and retrieved the small velvet box I'd been hiding for two days, debating whether offering a gift to an ancient, possibly god-borne being was a sign of respect or a declaration of war.
I walked toward Amren slowly. Carefully.
She watched me with mild curiosity, as though I were a particularly amusing insect she hadn't decided to crush yet.
I opened the box and presented the necklace. A silver chain holding the largest, brightest amethyst I could find, cut so sharply it seemed to glow from within.
Amren said nothing. Her silver eyes flicked from the gem to my face... and back again.
The room held its breath.
Then, delicately, she lifted the necklace with two fingers and examined it, the gem catching and scattering light across her features.
Her expression didn't soften but something shifted. A twitch at the corner of her mouth. A glimmer in those predatory eyes.
"Then perhaps," she said, voice silken as smoke, "I do not hate you after all, girl."
Cassian dropped his head onto the table. Rhys groaned. Mor squealed. Azriel's shadows twined around him in quiet amusement.
Me? I let out a breath I'd been holding since sunrise.
Because in Amren's language, in the language of ancient terrors not hating me was the highest compliment I could ever receive.
And from that moment on... she tolerated me. Which, for Amren, meant she liked me. Loved me, even though she'd never admit it out loud.
And I—foolishly, blindly, wholeheartedly, loved her right back.
A/n - First part and we're starting with how she met everyone in their own chaotic ways!!
I hope (and pray) that everyone feels in character—I spent an embarrassing amount of time debating dialogue, timing, and vibes... and exercising an incredible amount of self-control not to add a love interest :)
There isn't a strict overarching plot. This is more a collection of moments, memories, and little snapshots of what it's like to be a part of the Inner Circle x
Thank you so much for reading <33
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Summary: In which you get drunk while dancing with your favorite people and Rhysand can't keep his eyes off of you (fluff)
Word Count: 1725
The music pulsed through the dimly lit club, wrapping around you like a heartbeat. Bodies swayed and moved, the energy electric as you danced with Feyre and Mor in the center of it all. The bass seemed to sync with the rhythm of your steps, your arms thrown up as laughter spilled from your lips, carefree and intoxicating. Feyre twirled you with a grin, and Mor pressed her back to yours, her hands grazing your arms as she matched your movements, her golden hair catching the light.
At the edge of the dance floor, you could feel Rhysand’s gaze on you. His dark eyes followed every sway of your hips, every twist of your body, and you caught his smirk whenever you turned your head his way. Across the room, Amren sat perched on a barstool, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd while Azriel leaned beside her, sipping a glass of something dark. Cassian and Rhys were locked in a drinking game, each trying to outdo the other, their competitive banter carrying over the music. Cassian’s boisterous laughter boomed as Rhys finally downed his drink and slammed the glass down with a triumphant grin.
As the song changed, you broke away from Feyre and Mor, your body still moving with the beat, the sway of your hips exaggerated just enough to be playful as you caught Rhys’s attention. His smirk widened as you approached, his dark eyes dragging over you like a caress, lingering on the glow of your flushed cheeks and the curve of your smile. Without hesitation, you reached for his hand, your fingers tangling with his as you tugged him onto the dance floor with a laugh that was half a dare, half a plea for him to join your revelry.
“Don’t tell me you’re too dignified to dance,” you teased, your voice loud enough to be heard over the music.
“Never,” he murmured, his hands settling on your waist as he pulled you close. His touch was steady, grounding you even as the world spun in a blur of lights and sound. You moved together, your bodies perfectly in sync, his hips brushing against yours with each sway. The heat between you was tangible, your hair whipping back as you tilted your head to laugh, the motion exposing your neck to the cool air. His hands slid from your waist to the small of your back, pressing you closer until there was no space left between you. Sweat glistened on your skin, but neither of you cared, lost in the rhythm and each other. His breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, murmuring something low and teasing that made your pulse race. When he spun you unexpectedly, your laughter rang out, pure and unrestrained, and his smirk softened into something tender as he steadied you again, his hands lingering possessively on your hips.
By the time you all reconvened at a bar table, your cheeks were flushed, your hair slightly mussed from dancing, and your steps had gained a noticeable sway that betrayed just how much you’d had to drink. Amren sipped her drink with a raised brow, clearly unimpressed by the chaotic energy of her companions.
Cassian was halfway through telling an exaggerated story about how he “almost won” against Rhys, gesturing wildly with his hands and sloshing his drink onto the table in the process. Feyre burst out laughing, dodging the spill as she swatted at him. “Cassian, you’re worse than a toddler.”
“Toddlers wish they were as handsome as me,” Cassian shot back, winking at her before continuing his tale with even more embellishment.
Azriel, ever quiet, smirked into his glass as Mor leaned over his shoulder, trying to swipe it. He pulled it away just in time, earning a dramatic groan from her. “Az, come on! Sharing is caring!”
“Not tonight,” he replied, his voice smooth as silk, and Mor stuck her tongue out at him before leaning back in her chair.
Rhys’s arm draped over your shoulders as he leaned into your space, his voice low. “You’re having fun, aren’t you?”
You turned to him, your smile wide and unsteady, poking his chest with a finger. “I’m having the best time. And guess what? Cassian’s beating you at drinking games.”
Rhys raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “I let him win.”
“That’s what losers say!” you declared loudly, earning a cackle from Mor and another round of laughter from Feyre. Cassian, overhearing, puffed up his chest. “Damn right, I won! You’re just jealous, Rhysand.”
Rhys rolled his eyes, but his attention stayed on you, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder. “And you,” he murmured, leaning in so only you could hear, “are entirely too drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!” you protested, the words slightly slurred as you jabbed a finger at his chest for emphasis. “I’m… perfectly fine. Totally steady.”
“Is that so?” he replied. His lips twitched in amusement but he didn't argue further.
Eventually, the group began to disperse, and Rhys practically had to drag you away from your friends, your protests slurred and cheerful as you tried to convince him to stay for just one more drink. "They need me!" you exclaimed, pointing vaguely in the direction of Mor and Feyre, who were still laughing at one of Cassian’s wild stories. Rhys shook his head, a mix of exasperation and delight lighting his features as he took your hand firmly. The cool night air was a relief after the heat of the club, and you stumbled slightly, giggling as your shoes pinched your feet.
“Take these,” you said, pulling them off and handing them to Rhys. He took them with a laugh, slinging them over his shoulder.
“You’re a menace, you know that?” he teased, steadying you with a hand on your back, his thumb brushing a soothing circle over your spine.
“A lovable menace,” you corrected, your grin wide and unrepentant, leaning into him just slightly as you stumbled on the uneven cobblestones. He caught you effortlessly, his other hand curling around your arm to steady you.
When you reached a fountain in the square, you couldn’t resist climbing onto its edge. The moonlight shimmered on the water, and you stretched your arms out as though it were a tightrope, your steps exaggerated and wobbly. Rhys followed a few steps behind, watching you attentively.
“Be careful,” he warned, his tone indulgent but his hand ready to catch you if needed.
“I’m fine,” you started to say, your words tumbling together, just before your foot slipped. You toppled into the water with a loud yelp, the cold splash shocking you into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. You sputtered as you pushed your hair out of your face, looking up to see Rhys standing on the edge, his hands on his hips, shaking his head with mock disapproval.
“Serves you right,” he said, though his grin betrayed him as he stepped closer. When he extended a hand to help you up, you grabbed it with both of yours—and promptly yanked him into the fountain after you.
The indignant noise he made sent you into another round of laughter, your sides aching as he surfaced, spluttering and drenched. The water glistened on his midnight-black hair, dripping down his sharp jaw and collarbone. He splashed you in retaliation, his playful grin softening as he caught your gaze.
“You’re impossible,” he muttered, his tone laced with affection as his hands found your waist, steadying you as the ripples in the water settled. His thumbs brushed over your wet skin, a soft, grounding touch as your laughter faded.
“And yet you love me,” you said, tilting your head up at him, water droplets clinging to your lashes.
“More than you know,” he admitted gently, his gaze dropping to your lips. He kissed you then, slow and sweet, the world around you fading into nothing but the feel of his hands and the cool water surrounding you.
By the time you made it home, you were still giggling, your clothes damp and sticking to your skin. Rhys set your shoes down by the door and helped you out of your wet jacket, his eyes full of fond exasperation.
“I want you,” you murmured, your hands fumbling at the buttons of his shirt as you tugged him closer, your fingers clumsy but insistent.
“You’re drunk,” he said gently, though his lips brushed your forehead as his hands stilled yours, his thumbs tracing circles over the backs of your hands.
“So?” you pouted, leaning into him stubbornly. “I’m not that drunk, Rhys. Just a little… tipsy.” Your voice was petulant, and your lower lip jutted out in a way that made him chuckle.
“You can’t even say the word tipsy without slurring it,” he teased, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “And I’m not taking advantage of you in this state.”
You groaned dramatically, flopping against his chest. “You’re impossible! I’m perfectly fine. You just don’t want me!”
“Don’t even try that,” he said, his voice laced with amusement as he guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. “You know I want you more than anything, but not like this. Tomorrow, love, when you’re sober, you can yell at me all you want.”
Your pout deepened, and you crossed your arms. “You’re no fun.”
“I’m plenty fun,” he countered, kneeling to wipe your makeup off with a gentle touch. “You just don’t remember how much fun because you’ve had too many drinks.”
You squinted at him as he slid you into one of his shirts, the fabric soft and familiar. “Fine, but only because I’m tired. And you better be ready for me tomorrow.”
He laughed, settling beside you and pulling you into his arms. “I’ll be ready, menace. Now sleep.”
You let out a soft hum of protest, pushing him flat onto the bed and flopping down on top of him, your limbs sprawled out like a starfish. “This is comfy,” you mumbled into his chest, your words muffled but content. Rhys chuckled, his hands coming to rest on your back, stroking soothing circles.
“You’re ridiculous,” he said, though the smile in his voice was undeniable. “But I guess I’ll allow it.”
“Goodnight, menace,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair as your breathing evened out, and sleep claimed you.
Cassian dares his besties (eris, lucien and tarquin included) to ask their mates “hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
some are short. some medium. one large (for a headcanon type fic). Also this is mostly dialogue because I didn't want to keep repeating body motions (they shrug a lot, they cuddle a lot, etc, etc, etc).
Azriel:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?” He really tried not to let his voice crack, but he couldn't help it. The idea of calling you something foul outside the bedroom is painful.
“Based on the way your voice got quieter for that word, I'm going to assume this is a stupid dare from Cassian. And that you aren’t actually that stupid to talk to me like that.” You said as you continued to stir the pot of soup.
“I’m so relieved you know me that well.” He couldn’t help his sigh.
You snorted as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “If I ever actually talk to you like that, take Truthteller and use it, cause it’s not me.”
You let out another snort. “My big baby.” You said, taking your hand up and ruffling Azriel’s hair as he pressed kisses to your neck.
Cassian:
He came in so confident too. But quickly was humbled.
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Wanna try that again?” He doesn’t get scared of much, but your calm tone in this moment will strike fear into his heart.
“No, ma’am.” He shook his head.
“And what did we learn?”
“Never say that stuff to my spouse and mate who I love very much?” He asked.
“Mhm.” you hummed as he came up to hug you. “Speak to me like that again and I’m cutting your hair off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Rhysand:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
He didn’t even get a chance to breathe after that sentence because you turned around with the knife in your hand. Seriously, what an idiot approaching you with that stupid shit while you’re cooking dinner. You’re hungry and holding a knife.
You stabbed it into the countertop, it made a twang sound and shook from the force of you stabbing it.
“The fuck did you just say to me?”
“…”
“Go on say it again since you wanna be all cocky.” You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed.
“I love you.” Not much scared him, but his wife humbled the shit out of him.
Your mouth made a flat line and your brows raised as you said, “Mhm.”
“And I’ll do whatever you want for a month. Hell, the rest of our lives.”
“Mhm.” You ripped the knife out of the counter and then turned around and continued chopping vegetables.
“Honey?”
“You know, I think I’ll invite Feyre and her wife over for dinner. They wouldn’t call me that.” You continued.
“Baby,” he began and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Maybe I’ll invite Cassian and Azriel’s wives too, they’ll understand what it’s like to be married to the stupidest motherfucker we know.”
He pressed a kiss to your clothes shoulder.
“Are you done?”
“You have no idea the doghouse you’re in right now.”
“Does it help if I told you that Cassian dared me.”
You set the knife down and turned around in his arms. “You’re still an idiot.” You wound your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with baby hairs growing at the nape of his neck.
“I know.”
“Good,” you said and smacked his ass.
He yelped.
Feyre:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“What crawled up your ass and died?” You asked.
She couldn’t help but giggle. “I love that you humble me.”
“Me and Rhys’ wife have a load on our hands considering you fools are best friends. You have got to stop influencing each other.”
She hummed at the thought of her best friend and his wife. She put her arms around your waist and you leaned into her. “One day, we’re gonna snap and kill you.”
She kissed the area between your neck and shoulder. “We have the best wives.”
“You got that right.” You reached around and smacked her ass. But you miscalculated and hit her hip.
Morrigan:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Nothing, slut. Bend over the table and spread your cheeks, if you think you can talk to me like that I’ll show you otherwise.”
You sat up from your spot on the couch looking at her with a “WTF” expression.
The woman was too stunned to speak. “It was a joke but now I’m horny.”
You laughed, “into degradation are we?”
“Didn’t think I was, but hey you learn something new everyday.” She shrugged, actually thankful for Cassian because now she could explore this new thing with her wife.
Amren:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?” She opened the door to your shared home to yell. When she heard nothing but silence she was concerned, she could smell you, you were home.
“Y/N?” She called.
She walked into your living room from the entry hall to find you standing there. Staring at her with sad, wide eyes.
“Love?”
“….what’d i do?” Your voice wavered and she couldn’t take it. She pulled you into her arms and rocked you side to side.
“If I ever speak to you like that, you better smack me across the fucking mouth.” Was all she said.
“Why’d you say that?” You sniffed. You two pulled away from each other, only enough to lean your foreheads together.
“Cassian got it in his big dumb brain that it was a good idea to say that to our mates.” She whispered and wiped your cheeks with her thumbs.
“He’s an idiot.” You deadpanned.
“I'm aware.”
“And you’re an idiot for doing it.”
“I deserve that.” Was all she said before she kissed you.
Nesta:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
You were silent and she looked at you from her spot on the couch. You were staring at her wide eyed, your eyes began watering.
“Y/N?”
“That really hurt my feelings, Nes.” You were about to cry.
She shot off from her spot on the couch and crawled into the chair you were sitting in. She pulled you into her chest.
“Oh baby.” She said, “it was a stupid fucking prank from Cassian.” She whispered at the top of your head, kissing your hair.
“Tell that overgrown bitch of a bat to watch his back.” Your voice was muffled from her tits.
“I will.” She scratched your head lightly.
“Nes?”
“Yes, my love?”
“You ever speak to me like that again, I’ll make you wish you never met me.”
She let out a laugh like breath through her nose. “Okay, baby.”
“Tears and all I’ll pummel you.” You declared and she kissed your head, rocking you back and forth.
“I know.”
Elain:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“I will grill your flowers if you talk to me like that again.”
She cackled like the witch she is.
Lucien:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Soap.”
“Soap?”
“If you’re going to talk to me like that, you’re getting soap. Bitch.” You threw a jar of soap at him. “Go put that on spaghetti.”
Eris:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
You whipped off your shoe and threw it at him. Feyre taught you that move. He didn’t duck, he just let it hit him because he knew his dumbass deserved it.
Tarquin:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“My ass.”
He loves that you match his freak, “I'm so relieved you didn’t think I was serious.”
“You aren’t that stupid, plus, Azriel’s mate sent a missive because he tried it.”
Rhysand x reader
Living in the Autumn court isn't nice, especially if you are female. Arranged marriages are common, so it wasn't surprising it also happened to you. What of course caught you off guard is that your future husband is Rhysand, High lord of the Night court, who is probably the most dangerous man alive. You heard horror stories about him and his court, but are these stories true?
Warnings: misogyny, arranged marriage
Word count: 8690 (oops)
Being the daughter of a nobleman in Autumn court wasn't something you would wish for. Truth to be told, it is quite the opposite actually. It is a common knowledge that when a female is born in this court, her only purpose in life is to be wed, often at a very young age. She is raised to dance, sing, entertain and obey her husband. She should do anything he wants, be his perfect little wife and of course, birth as many children, preferably boys, as possible. This is how your mother was raised and therefore, how you were raised. Your parents didn't love each other, a very few people in Autumn court loved their partners. And you knew.. maybe one? Two? It is maybe not that surprising that you no longer believed in love. It was better not to. So you could prevent being disappointed. The only thing you were slightly hoping for is for your husband to be at least a little kind to you and leave no marks on your body, unlike Beron, your High lord, did on his wife.
The feeling of accomplishment couldn't possibly miss your mother. In the end, she was marrying you off to Rhysand, High lord of the Night court. You still weren't sure how that happened. Your father was Beron's close friend, a very important member of his court. From what you were told, you understood that the High lord of night wanted to secure a peace between courts. In the past one engagement already happened, but wasn't successfully sealed in marriage. You heard stories about Morrigan and Eris, Beron's oldest son, an heir. Their story happened many years before you were even born and there still was some tension. Not wanting to risk another female from the Night court to change her mind, they probably decided to try it the opposite way and provide a female from the Autumn court from a man from the Night. And that man happened to be the High lord himself.
Your wedding gown was modest. A little bit wider skirt, plain without anything to make it more interesting. Neckline up to the neck. White, symbol of purity. This dress was making you anxious. They were suffocating you, or maybe was it the thing they represented? Marriage. Today, you are going to marry probably the most dangerous man in Prythian. You are going to be his wife. His property. You were terrified of the unknown. If you were to be wed to some lord from your court, you would at least know how cruel they were, but about him.. You knew nothing other than his title and name. And that many people feared him. But was he really that bad? Were they telling you these stories because they wanted to warn you or just scared you into submission? Maybe he was secretly kind? You didn't know the answers to your question and you certainly weren't going to get them before you two would be married.
As you stood before the doors that were going to open in a matter of minutes and lead you to the new chapter of your life, you put a mask on your face. You were determined to not let them see your fear. “Don't mess anything up.” Your father hissed into your ear, as he stood beside you, ready to walk you down the aisle. “I won't”, you replied, trying to convince him and also yourself. You didn't have the chance to say anything more, not that you actually had something to say to your father, before the doors finally opened.
There were many guests, who were trying to get a better look at you and, while they stood on both sides as you walked down the aisle. Your heart was pounding fast in your chest and your head was ringing, but you forced yourself to walk forward. You avoided looking at your future husband until the last second, however, when your father finally let go of you and placed your hand into the other, warm one, you looked up and then.. your heart practically stopped. He was gorgeous. His purple eyes, shining like stars in the sky, were looking at you with kindness, as if they were trying to convince you that everything will be better from now on. And you really really wanted to believe them.
The rest of the ceremony went quiet quickly. You said your vows and exchanged a kiss, well only on a cheek, which was a little bit disappointing but at the same time, it was a relief, because at the end, you didn't want to have your first real kiss in front of this massive audience. Now it was time for a party and that was actually nice. The attention of the guests turned from you to drinks, food, music and dance. You could breathe calmly for the first time today, even when your new husband was sitting next to you. He was so close you could feel his warmth, his scent and power that was radiating from him. Surprisingly, it wasn't scaring you at all. You should be scared of it, of him, that is for sure, but still.. you weren't and ironically, that was something that was scaring you a little bit.
“You should eat something”, a velvet voice came from your husband, as you turned to look at him. “Are you not hungry? It is.. a long time since breakfast and of course the ceremony.. Or if you don't like this, I Can arrange something else for you. Whatever you would like.” Looking down on your untouched plate, touched by his kind offer, you decided to speak to him, for the first time. Wel.. for the first time since the ceremony, during which you promised him our loyalty and obedience. “No, but thank you, this.. will do.” You smiled, feeling a little bit shy, as you took your first bite. Citrus roasted duck with crispy potatoes, it wasn't that bad and it was true you should eat, as Rhys said, but your appetite was greatly affected by your nerves. You ate about a third of your plate, before putting your fork and knife down again, still feeling his eyes on you. “That is all?” he sounded surprised, but you only shrugged in response. “I am not that hungry today”, meeting his eyes. There was a hint of understanding. “Perhaps tomorrow I can take you to some restaurant in Velaris. To.. try something new, eat properly. Don't worry, I know what is good” as he flashed his smile at you, you were a little bit confused. “Velaris? What is that?” You never heard of it. Was it some restaurant? He replied simply, “Your new home.”
After hearing those awful things about your husband, you never expected his home to be so.. beautiful. No, magical is actually a better word. You heard about some place called Hewn city. It was described like a dark unwelcoming place, but this was quite the opposite. This city, Velaris, seemed peaceful, full of the happiness of its citizens. After winnowing, Rhysand, as he insisted you to call him, instead of My lord, brought you to this room. Your new room in your new home. It was.. strange to not be in your family's house. Knowing that if you were to go down into the living room, they wouldn't be there. Instead, there would be a bunch of a little bit scary and tall,well.. except Amren, people you knew almost nothing about. As Rhysand told you, many of them were not actually living there, but sometimes it looked like they did and since you didn't know what to think about it, you decided simply not to. Instead, you took a bath, with bubbles in it. Know you smelled like lavenders, while you brushed your hair, looking in the mirror and waiting for Rhysand. As your mother told you the night before, he was supposed to come and make you a women, whatever that meant. Your lack of knowledge wasn't helping to calm down your nerves, as you waited for him. But he never came that night.
When you woke up the next day, the sun was already in the sky and birds were singing outside your window. It seemed like a nice morning, calm, until you heard someone almost shouting down in the gardens. To cover yourself up, you took a prepared robe, lying on a chair next to your king sized bet. Maybe you should not have been so curious, but wanting to know what was happening, brought you to a smaller balcony, which was connected to your room. Leaning to a railing, so you could see what was going on, you saw two mens and one woman. Now, actually sawing them, you recognized them immediately. They were at the wedding yesterday, High lords closest friends, his Inner circle. “I am deeply sorry if they woke you up, I told them to wait repeatedly, but.. they are too stubborn.” That velvet voice once again, like music to your ears, brought your attention to the left, where you saw another small balcony. There was a table, two chairs, one currently occupied by the High lord himself. He was drinking coffee, looking at you with a little smile. “It is okay. It's time to wake up anyways.” You didn't mind. “Maybe, but I wanted you to sleep in a little bit. Yesterday was a big day. Only if someone would listen to me for once and not ignore everything I say in my own court.” He raised his words at the end of his sentence, clearly talking to the group below. “Oh common Rhysie, this isn't fair. We only wanted to finally meet your beautiful wife, since you decided yesterday to only keep her for yourself.” The general's voice was provocative, which was new for you. Beron wouldn't tolerate it, however innocently it sounded. “Yeah, that wasn't very nice, Rhys.” That female, Morrigan, said with a grin on her face. The third one, Azriel, turned his attention immediately towards you, ignoring how his friends were taunting your husband.. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” He said with a hint of encouraging smile in his eyes. “The pleasure is all mine. It is nice to meet you. All of you.” You smiled politely, looking from Azriel, to Morrigan and lastly Cassian.
After freshening your face and dressing up in a nice and elegant dress, you decided to be brave and go downstairs to eat breakfast. You were quite hungry, understandably, since you didn't eat that much yesterday. And you also wanted to get to know the others a little bit more. After your earlier encounter, it was more than clear that they weren't leaving, until they had the chance to speak to you first.
Walking in the hall and to the dining room was easy, thanks to the cauldron and you also had time to look around a house a little bit more. It was elegant here, the furniture looked really expensive. There were some portraits hanging. On the first one you saw, there was a whole Inner circle, then Rhysand with a crown on his head, you suspected it was painted on the day or day after he became High lord, and next to you, there was a portrait of two women. One looked solder, barely off age and the other one was clearly her mother. Although you never met them and couldn't remember their names, you recognized some similarities in their faces and Rhysand's. “My mother and sister..” Rhysand appeared next to you in a second you were absently looking at the two womens. “It is a pity they aren't here to meet you. My sister always wanted another sister, so they could make fun of me together and I am sure my mother would love you as if you were her actual daughter.” A little bit surprised at his statement, you looked at his handsome face. “How can you know? We barely.. know each other and those are some strong words.” There was a hint of mistrust in your voice. “I just know..”
The breakfast was delicious and others seemed really nice and friendly, which caught you off guard once again. Cassian, however scary he could appear, was one of the funniest people in the world, telling jokes and stories about everyone in the room and what they experienced together in all those centuries. Morrigan was the person who matched his personality perfectly. Although you didn't expect them to be like this, you were actually having a nice time. It was so different from the breakfast you usually had at home. Azriel along with Amren were a little bit quieter, but still friendly towards you and they tried to make you feel welcome. And Rhysand.. Actually you weren't sure what to think of him. After your little chat in the hall, you came to breakfast together and he helped you sit by pushing your chair. He was behaving like a true gentleman, completely opposite to what they told you in Autumn court.
You were pulled to reality from thinking by Morrigan. “Y/N you simply must come with me today. I plan to go shopping. I need some new dress and you definitely too, because females just can not have enough dresses. And after that we can maybe go to this little bakery, they have the best sweets.” She was trying to persuade you to accompany her. You smiled at her, touched that she wanted to spend more time with you. Maybe she was going to be your first friend here? Well officially. Unofficially you started liking them all. “Well, I would like to join you,” you said truthfully, “If it's okay, of course?” You added as you looked over your husband, whose purple eyes were watching you. “Of course it is okay. You are free to do whatever your heart decides. Buy everything you need or simply want.” He smiled at you, looking over at Morrigan. “I am sure my cousin will more than happily be at your assistance, especially, I will be paying.”
“Morrigan, I just do not need so many things. This is getting really absurd.” You said after trying on maybe ten dresses. And many skirts and pants before. Yes, you could wear pants here. Another shock for you, since this was unacceptable in your home court. “Oh my dear friend, we barely started. I know you have many dresses from Autumn court, but now you are in the Night court. You need to look like it and more importantly, you need to feel comfortable. So now hush and tell me the truth. Do you really like to wear something like this? Or you simply were taught you have to wear clothes like this, although you do not like how it looks or how comfortable it is?” You knew from her face that lying wasn't the opportunity, so you sighed. “It.. doesn't really feel like me and.. it is not comfortable that much.” However simple it sounded, this was a big step for you, since you were always taught to not complain about anything, not having your own opinion. And something in Morrigan's face told you, she was having the same thoughts as you.
Leaving with three bags in each hand, you finally left the store. The amount of money you left there was enormous, but Morrigan was assuring you, Rhysnad wouldn't mind, so you decided to believe her and relax a little bit. Well, you surely made the owner happy and your closet fuller. You went to the bakery and bought a delicious strawberry tart, your favorite treat, and now you were just walking around the city, enjoying the sunny day and your new blossoming friendship. “It was an amazing day Morrigan, I am very thankful for you. It means a lot that you are so .. friendly to me.” You said a little bit shyly. “Oh Y/N.. It's been my pleasure. You are Rhysand's wife, one of us. My new friend. But don't you dare to think this day is over, we have one more shop we need to visit.” Her eyes sparkled in mischief. Only if you knew what was coming.
“Oh you can not mean this seriously!” You gasped, horrified, while looking at the next shop your friend picked. It was highly inappropriate for you to visit a place like this. “Oh, but I mean. Don't worry, you will be thanking me one day.”
Your day with Morrigan was fun, but the next day, you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. Your feets were hurting, your head was hurting. You felt like she talked the hole in it. But inside you knew, you would be very happy if she would take you out soon again. And you also knew that if you really were to stay in your bed all day, you would be bored out of your mind after an hour. You need something to focus on, something to do. And then you remembered the strawberry tarts you had yesterday. Not wanting to go to the city, you decided to bake them on your own today. Fortunately, you knew the receipt already by your heart and in the kitchen was everything you needed. Nuala and Cerridwen, twins you met for the first time today, offered to bake that treat for you, but after some persuading, they agreed to only help you a little bit and let you roam in the kitchen mostly as you pleased.
The two females, who were accompanying you, were quiet and shy, choosing their words wisely. THe time you spent with them was like a silent dance, but not uncomfortable. It was rather peaceful and warm, almost like in home you never had but dreamed about having, when you were little. You were actually finishing the last one, when you heard a loud and funny voice that belonged to no one else than Cassian. “You are a lucky one Rhys. What would I do to have a beautiful wife like you, who also cooks, so the whole house smells nicely.” You blushed at his comment, not meeting any of their eyes. “For that complement, I think you deserve to have the first one to try it.” You said, taking the plate and placing the tart on it, along with a small spoon and handing it to him. You made enough tarts for all of them, wanting to only kill the time, but also make something nice, since they welcomed you with open arms. While Rhys said nothing, he was smiling at you, eyes shining adoringly, which caused you to blushed even more than before. “It is delicious, can I have one or two more?” Too busy looking at your husband, you didn't even notice that Cassian already managed to eat his first portion.
Instead of one or two more strawberry tarts, Cassian ate five in a few minutes. Looking at him surprised with Rhysand standing next to you, almost brushing his arm on you, he said “Cassian has a great appetite. I believe he would eat everything you made today, if he was allowed”, sounding amused. You giggled at this comment, meeting his gaze. “Are you speaking from personal experience?” He chuckled “I already spent many centuries with him.. Believe me when I say that feeding Cassian is pricey.” Cassian, not able to speak while having mouth full, gave his friend a middle finger. During your conversation with Rhysand, you took another plate and placed another tart there, offering it to Rhysand. “If that is the case, I think you should try it before Cassian eats it.” You saw the hesitation in his eyes, that went from your face to the plate and back. You chuckled a little bit nervously and your smile fell instantly, when he shook his head. “No, thank you. I.. don't have time. Perhaps some other day. I have to go now.” And with that, he simply vanished into the darkness.
Rhysand's sudden departure left you hurt and sad. Was something you said wrong? Was he not a fan of sweets? Was he allergic and you offended him because you didn't know? You blinked once, twice, before putting the plate on the kitchen counter. “That was.. weird.” Cassian spoke suddenly. You did not reply to him, thinking only about your conversation with Rhysand and blaming yourself for doing something wrong, although you didn't know what. But you were sure that your mother would be disappointed by this. You could almost hear her voice. “ Y/N?” You turned to Cassian. “You did nothing wrong, trust me. I don't really know what happened, but I promise you, he will come to his senses and apologize. Hopefully really soon.” You still weren't so sure about that and your mood wasn't so much better, but you offered him a smile, thankful for his kind words. “Here, take this plate too..”
You spent the previous day in the kitchen, cleaning, although Nuala and Cerridwenn insisted they would do it by themselves, you wanted to help. Cassian kept you company for the rest of the day, taking you to the gardens, telling you more stories about everyone in the inner circle, before taking you to your bedroom. He did manage to lighten your mood a little bit, so when you went to bed, no sad thoughts about Rhysand came, only sweet dreams.
The second time in a row, there was a present on your bedside table, when you woke up. Yesterday, you thought that Morrigan left there for you a beautiful necklace with a moonstone in it, you saw through the glass in one jewelry store which you based on on your walk. Morrigan was trying to persuade you to buy it, but it seemed so pricey that you decided not to. You already spent so much of Rhysands money.. But now you suspected that perhaps you were wrong by guessing it was her, who bought it. No, you knew you were wrong, since today you found a plate with different delicious looking sweets on your table, alongside with a note.
“I know this apology isn't enough and that you also deserve an explanation, why did I leave yesterday so suddenly, but I can not give you that yet. I hope you understand and I promise you.. You did nothing wrong. - yours Rhys ”
After reading that note from Rhysand and eating what he sent you, you felt a little bit better. You were not angry at him, rather at yourself, still not knowing what you did was frustrating. Nuala and Cerridwen were busy and since you couldn't find anyone else, you just wandered around a house, trying to find something to do. You were not in the mood to bake like yesterday, you did not have any work you could do. There was only you and your thoughts. About how your life changed, surprisingly to the better, about your new friends.. about Rhysand. You were thinking especially about him and your friends, Cassian and Morrigan. Did they report your conversation to him? After reading that note for the second time, you saw a similar formulation of words like Cassian used the previous day. It was weird. You were dying to know what that meant, but you were too shy and embarrassed to ask anyone. Another reason why you needed to find something to do. Otherwise, you would probably go crazy because of these thoughts that plague your mind.
After another few minutes, you found a small library. At first, you hesitated a little bit, but since the doors were unlocked, you went inside. There were mainly books about the history of Prythian, courts, High lords of current and past time, books on wars and tactics, but in the small corner, you found a small shelf with maybe ten or twenty romance books. Your mother did not allow you to read them. The only ones you were allowed to read were about good behavior, what it takes to be a good wife and similar topics and after some time, when you slowly began realizing that true love will probably never be something you are going to have, you stopped begging her to let you read at least one of them, so you could see how it looks between man and women who love each other truly. But now, with your new freedom and with a new glimmer of hope inside your chest, you picked the first one, sat in the chair that was standing next to a window and began to read.
The time was passing rather quickly. You were almost in the middle of the story and not paying attention to your surroundings, when you heard someone unintentionally hitting the table and then cursing slightly. You turned quickly, shocked by this interruption, to find Azriel. “Are you okay?” You asked worriedly, as he turned his attention to you. “Yeah, ehm.. Don't worry. I am fine.” You raised your eyebrow, not quite believing him, since he was Spymaster, known for being stealthy and composed.. Nothing like now. That is when you realize he is holding something in his hands. Book. He sees where your eyes are and smiles slightly. “I guess there is no hiding anymore. I am.. returning this.” He says, coming to the shelf where you took the book and placing it on its right place. You giggle a little. “If it helps you to feel better, you are the last one I would suspect of reading romantic books. I guess you should never really judge the book by its cover.” He nods, sitting on the next free chair in front of you. “I think very few people would dare to even think that I like reading these. But sometimes..” He fell silent and you smiled knowingly. “It is nice to read about true love and dream that maybe someday it will also come to you.”
It did not surprise you, when the next day when you woke up, you found a brand new book on your bedside table, alongside with a note.
“I hope you will like this one, although I am not an expert in this field, it's apparently very popular. I would also like to take you to dinner tonight, of course only if you want to and will not be in too much exciting part of your book. - yours Rhys”
Of course you did say yes to his invitation. It would be rude if not and also against everything your mother taught you. And what is more important, you wanted to go. After all, he was your husband, you wanted to get to know him better. What did you even know about him? That he was Hugh lord, lived in Velaris, he loves his friends and is kind. And maybe does not like strawberry tarts, but that is everything You wanted to know more. What he liked, what he did not like, his hobbies.. Everything. Anything. Anything he was willing to share with you.
Your mind was once again full of him. Not being able to concentrate and not sure what to even wear, you were more than happy to meet Morrigan at the breakfast. It was only the two of you, a perfect opportunity to ask her to help you prepare for tonight. She agreed, happy, that you asked her and was currently styling your hair. “Don't you think it is too much?” You asked hesitantly. She made you wear a purple dress, a color that matched your husband's eyes perfectly. And it also went really well with that necklace he gave you a couple of days ago. “Not at all, I think you look perfect. Rhys will not be able to take his eyes off you.” There was a slight hint of provocation in her voice, which made your cheeks turn bright red. “Anddd, I am done. You look stunning Y/N!” As you looked in the mirror, you started to believe her.
You were waiting in your room, talking with Morrigan, when you heard a knock on your door. Not wasting any time, you went to open them to relieve Rhys standing here, dressed in a suit that matched your dress and with a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hands.”Hello, Y/N darling.” There was a smirk on his face, so significant for him. “Hello.” You answered, looking down at the flowers he handed to you. “For you. Their beauty is nothing compared to yours, but I still hope you will find them at least a little beautiful.” You blushed at his comment, starting to hate how easily he can affect you. “Thank you, they are really beautiful. Perfect.” You took them, smelling their sweet scent, before Morrian came closer and offered to put them in a vase, before turning to face Rhys with a grin on her face. “Make sure she is home before midnight.”
Still chuckling a little bit at Morrigan's last comment, you took Rhysand's hand he offered you and stepped outside your beautiful home into the night. It was perfect. The weather was amazing and the streets you walked through smelled of lemon, sea and mystery. “After everything you have done for me, especially for those gifts.. I think that I should be the one inviting you tonight.” You said, starting a quick conversation before you would get too nervous or better say aroused due to how close he was. You could feel his warmth and smell his undoubtedly expensive cologne. He chuckled slightly, “Oh my darling, don't you ever think about that. You deserve those things. You deserve everything you could possibly want and I will spend my life ensuring that, as I promised you at our wedding.” He reminded you and you shook your head, not understanding, how could anyone think of him as a cruel person. “You.. exaggerate. Not wanting to give up so easily, you decided to speak. “I will be honest.. Before we got married, I was worried. However, after you took me here and I had a chance to get to know you better and of course, your friends too.. I think.. I think I really like it here. You made me feel welcome and happy more than I was ever before in my life.” You said, looking at the ground. Maybe a little bit ashamed. After all, your mother said that no perfect woman would ever complain and although you didn't directly, you indicated it quite clearly. “So, what I wanted to tell you is that I am really grateful. For your gifts, for.. everything” You looked him in the eyes, smiling slightly. At first, he didn't say anything, there was a pity in his eyes and what you didn't see was that inside he was fuming and wanted to punish everyone in the Autumn court. But not to scare you, he simply took your hand and kissed it gently. “You are welcome, my darling.”
When you came to the restaurant, after a short walk through the city, which you enjoyed, you found the place completely empty, well except for people who worked here, of course. Giving Rhysand a questioning look, he answered immediately “I wanted us to have privacy.” He shrugged, as if it was nothing and you blinked at him. “Try to tell me ever again, that you do not exaggerate.” You mumbled to yourself quietly.
You were full. After the appetizer, soup and main course, you felt like moving wasn't an option for you anymore. When the waiter asked, if you wanted a dessert, you looked over at Rhys. In your eyes, there was an obvious answer to this question - no. But he chuckled. “Yes please, bring us two pieces of your lemon and lavender cake.” Taking a sip of your wine, you sighed. “A new information for me.. You don't understand signals very well.” He simply leaned back on a chair with a smirk on his handsome face. “Oh, but I do. What I however can not do is leave this restaurant without you trying their best dessert. Everyone loves it.” You raised your eyebrow. “You do too?” He nodded, now leaning a little bit closer to you. “About that day when I.. left so suddenly.” He paused, unsure what to say, but you didn't pressure and gave him time. “It is okay, if you don't want to share it with me. I understand.” There was a hesitant smile on your face and in your mind, you were screaming the opposite words that left your mouth. He shook his head. “I do. I want to share it with you, but.. I think that for a while it is better not to. You are still new here and are only settling in your new home. I don't want to overwhelm you.” You nodded, trying to be as understanding as possible, before the waiter came and handed you your piece of cake.
“Are you full?” Rhys asked for about a second time since you left the restaurant and you just laughed. “Yes, I am full, don't worry.“ You assured him, squeezing his hand a little bit. You had a great time with him and it was sad that your night was coming to an end. During this time, you also became more relaxed around him. Someone who wouldn't know you and saw you walking with him in the streets right now, wouldn't probably guess the situation you were in. It seemed real. This.. something, what became growing between you. “I'm just making sure.” He shrugged, at the same time as you thought something about mother hen. “Do you want to go flying?” He asked suddenly, catching you off guard. “Flying?” You asked. He smiled and within seconds, large wings appeared on his back. You gasped in astonishment. “They are beautiful..” Your voice was low. Wanting to feel them underneath your fingers, you reached out to them, but he stopped you. Gently taking your hand in his bigger one. “Ehm.. They are quite sensitive.” He tried to explain. “Oh, I am sorry, I didn't want to hurt you!” Your eyes widened, apologizing. “No, you wouldn't hurt me. It is only when something touches Illyrian wings.. That person can become aroused.” At this moment, you wanted to sink into the ground more than ever before.
Although you were embarrassed, you still agreed to fly, wanting to see the city from above. As your husband took you in his arms, your heart started beating faster than usual. You wanted to sink into his touch. Smell his perfume, do something you never did before. You weren't sure what it was. This feeling was new for you. But you were enjoying it. “Hold on tight.” Rhys said, moments before he finally took you in the sky. His sudden movement makes you close your eyes, but his movement becomes steady, you open them, taking in the beauty of the city below. It was perfect. This night, Rhysand. Everything. This night was everything.
You spent the next few days with your husband. From that night he took you to dinner, you found yourself yearning for his company. At first, you were a little hesitant, not wanting to disturb him with your presence. After all, he was High lord with responsibilities. But he seemed to enjoy your company as much as you did his, so when he one day took you to his office, there was a new set of comfortable sofa and armchair, next to a window. Perfect place for reading you began to enjoy. From that day, you went to his after breakfast regularly. Sometimes you two were talking, other days on the other hand, you spent this time in a comfortable silence. Eating lunch together also became some sort of habit of yours. Slightly different were evenings. You once again went shopping with Morrigan, who was very curious about your relationship with her cousin. Sometimes you spend your evenings with Cassian or the whole Inner circle, sitting, talking and drinking Rhysands expensive old wine, while sitting close to him. This was also your plan for this evening, until Morrigan decided that it is time for you to visit Rita's.
Since Morrigan did a really good job by picking your dress for your dinner date with Rhys, you decided to trust her also this time, but seeing what she prepared for you to wear, you began asking her sanity. This dress were.. interesting. They were black and like the night sky they sparkled. As if there were tiny little stars. And they also were very short, which was new for you. Although you did started dressing differently than in the Autumn court, you even tried pants and really liked them, but.. The only thing that was calming you down was that she was wearing a dress of similar length, only in red and with a deeper neckline. “If you were not Rhys's wife, I can guarantee you Y/N, that I would do anything to take you home with me tonight.” You blushed and laughed and the same time. “I mean it, you look sexy! Where were you hiding that ass, girl?” You shook your head. “Morrigan, tell me the truth. Are you drunk already?” You raised your eyebrow at her and she grinned in response. “Me? Drunk? Always.”
The plan was to get ready with Morr and meet guys and Amren at Rita's. You were shocked that Amren even agreed on going. Although you were in Velaris a couple of weeks already, you barely spoke to her. But Morrigan assured you, that is how Amren simply is and so you never questioned it again. When you arrived, the place was full. There was a body on body, people were dancing, drinking and singing, alongside with a singer on a little stage. If you were not holding Morrigan's hand for your dear life, you would probably get lost and never be found again. Luckily, you managed to find the others rather quickly. They were sitting at the table in the corner, not so far away from the dance floor, already with some drinks. “Look who finally decided to show up.” Cassian greeted you with a sneering remark on which Morrigan replied by giving him a middle finger, which was normal for them, as you found out some time ago. “Oh shut up, Cass. Maybe you should sometimes be late and at least try to take care of your appearance.” You began ignoring these two, since their bickering would probably last all night. You rather said hello to the other three people who were sitting here, Amren, Azriel and lastly Rhysand. You felt his eyes on you from the second you showed up here and you knew that you would be staring at him all night probably too. He was wearing black. The buttons of his shirt were open, so you could see part of his muscular chest. “Hello darling, you look ravishing.” He smirked at you hungrily.
You were having your third drink. Normally you would take one, beautiful you were to survive this night, you needed more. It was just too much. People were almost having sex right on the floor, music was so sensual and Rhys.. His normal gentleman's behavior probably stayed at home today. His large warm hand was on your exposed thigh, striking it gently, each time going a little bit more up. As the time passed by, Morrigan went dancing with some girl she met at the bar, when she was going for her second glass of wine. Cassian disappeared to the dance floor and Amren was having a conversation with Azriel. That left you and Rhysand practically alone, not that you were complaining. You were only still rather shy for this. The band started playing some slow music, giving the dancers an opportunity to slow down their rhythm and enjoy each other's touches more intensely. That is when Rhysand leaned closer to you, whispering in your ear. “Would you like to dance?” The way his breath brushed lightly against your neck gave you goosebumps, but you still nodded slowly.
When you took Rhysand's hand, he led you on a dance floor. Some people around you probably recognized him, since they tried to give you more space, but there still were many people around you, not that you were paying them any attention. No. You had eyes for only one person and that person was your husband, who was holding you close. His arms were around your waist as you moved slowly on the floor, grinding at each other like fools. If you would look back on your table, you would be able to see that both Cassian and Morrigan returned and all of your new friends were currently toasting, pleased with how things had turned out between the two of you, perhaps thanks to their efforts.
Not being able to hold back anymore, you looked from Rhysand's eyes on his lips, biting yours. It was a simple invitation for him. The one he gladly accepted, as he firstly gently stroked your lip with his thumb, before slowly leaning to you, giving you time to change your mind, before he finally brought your lips together in a slow, long wanted kiss. It lasted maybe a couple of seconds, but it was enough for the mating bond to snap for you. Like a golden thread it led straight to Rhysand and when you looked him surprised in the eyes, you knew, you felt, that this wasn't something new for him.
As the first hint of hurt and sadness appeared in your eyes, the sudden wave of darkness surrounded you and carried the two of you home. The first thing you did was to take a step back, trying to get away from him. “Why? Why didn't you tell me this before?” He sighed, looking down at the floor. “I didn't want to overwhelm you or scare you. I thought it was better to not tell you anything for some time. “ He started, not so good. “How long did you know?” You asked quietly, wanting to know something more before deciding what to say to him. “A little bit more than. Almost two years.” You gasped. Hurt by him sat on the chair, refusing to look at him. “All my life, someone.. Someone else always decided what was good for me. What I should know, what not. When we were getting married, I thought that.. It will be the same with you, but during these last weeks you were.. So kind to me that I really started believing I can trust you, but now? I.. I don't know. You knew you were my mate for so long and you did not tell me? Why? What did I do to offend you so much? Am I not good enough?” He began shaking his head rapidly, kneeling before you and taking your hands in his. “No, no that's not it. You are perfect, believe me. You are everything I ever wanted, what I dreamed of.” Releasing breath, with teary eyes, you looked at him. “Then tell me.. How exactly did you find out, so you decided it was better for me to not know?”
The room was silenced, as Rhys poured himself a drink. He offered you one, but you refused it. You already had enough today and you wanted to concentrate on what is he saying. He took a deep breath before beginning. “I was in the Autumn court, trying to sort out some problems Beron had at that time. He held a ball, where I was invited, maybe you remember it.” You nodded, only for confirmation that you did. “The ball was just beginning, when I saw you enter with your parents by your side. I remember our eyes met, only for a brief moment, but in that moment, the bond snapped for me, but clearly not for you.. That same night I began to plan. I asked Azriel if he could find out as many information about you and your family as he could and in the morning, he already handed me a whole file about you. I learned your name and about your situation. Considering how many people in Autumn court behave, for me it was not surprising that your parents were not so.. good people. You were so young, you are still young and your father was already trying to find a partner for you, so he could marry you off for his gain. I knew that I could not let that happen. Not only because of my personal interest, but because most males in Autumn court abuse their partners and see their wifes only as breeding mare.” There was a disgust in his voice. “So I immediately came to Beron and proposed the idea of marriage between our two courts. Trying to win him on my side, I said I wanted to fix how last time something like this was about to happen but it did not, affected relationship between our courts. I told him he could even pick a list of some suitable girls, hoping you would be there, since Beron was close to your father. Well he agreed and also luckily for me, included you on that list. I tried to not be too eager to marry you, because I did not want to cause any suspicion. So I waited a few weeks before choosing. Then some paper work was needed and it took time before the wedding planning could finally began. I wanted nothing more than to go to your house and just took you with me to get you out of that place, but I was worried that I would put you in danger. Beron is awful, I believe I don't have to explain it to you.That is also why I didn't tell you before. Why didn't I engage in anything.” You nodded, understanding what he did and you were thankful to him, but it still hurt a little. “But why didn't you tell me anything after I came here?” You dared to ask. He swallowed nervously. “You were so young and you were already going through a lot. I knew you were probably scared of me, scared of this place at first. Maybe my decision wasn't so right as I thought it was, but please believe me that I did it with only the best intentions.”
You knew Rhysand probably really didn't mean to do anything bad by his decisions, but you still had a right to be hurt and disappointed. It's been two days since the revelation and you spent them in your room. Nuala and Cerridwen brought you each food. Morrigan, Cassian and Azriel also visited you, telling you that they understand why you are angry with Rhysand. You also found out that although you thought otherwise, they didn't know about the bond. They suspected it, yes, but he didn't tell them anything. They found out after you didn't show up at breakfast the day after you went together to Rita's. They of course saw you disappear with Rhys, but thought it was for other purposes. You thanked them for their words of support and their visits and also begged them not to tell Rhysand anything, which they promised. You deep inside knew that you would forgive him and move on. He was not only your mate, but also your husband. Husband you began to love, which you realized after your argument.
Your love for him is also one of the factors that drove you mad. You stopped believing that love existed. You felt like a fool that you, after everything that you have been taught, after what you saw, after everything you have been through.. You did in fact fell in love. You were so confused, about your feelings, what you thought you should feel, what happened.. That you welcomed knocking on your door gratefully.
You would never suspect that behind the door, there would be Amren standing, asking if she could come inside to talk to you. You of course led her, closing the door behind her, gesturing on chairs where she can sit, while you returned to your soft bed. “Girl, I am probably not the person to tell you this, but I think you need to pull yourself together.” You would lie if you would say that her words did not shock you a little bit. She wasn't even trying to chat a little before dropping this on you. “I know and understand that you are hurt by what Rhys did, he is an idiot sometimes, but be honest with yourself. By this, you are only punishing both of you and why?” She shook her head. “I have been alive for.. a couple of thousands years. I saw many people get together and then break up. But I do not think this is what either of you want, am I right?” You sighed and nodded. You will not leave Rhysand because of this. You knew that, however you weren't sure what she was trying to tell you by this. “So.. If that is not the case, why are you doing this? Why waste time by being angry at each other.I think you both went through a lot to be this stupid.” And in that moment, you understood.
Not wasting any time, you quickly hugged Amren and before she could even react, you started running to the kitchen. She was right after all. Your life wasn't easy, so why are you making yourself miserable even more? Rhys made a mistake, but that happens. But what you realized is that you love him enough to forgive him. You loved him. That warm feeling spreads throughout your whole body. And thanks to that, it all seemed so simple.
At first, you simply wanted to grab something quick and go straight to Rhysand's office, but when you saw strawberries lying on the kitchen counter, you couldn't help yourself. Knowing the receipt by your heart paid off, when you were finishing the first strawberry tart, placing it on the plate and storming out of the kitchen with it, completely ignoring unfinished ones. You were sure Cassian would gladly eat them even now. You rushed to your room, to freshen up yourself and to change, before, with a plate in your hand, finally knock on your husband's office. “Come in.”
Before you opened the massive doors, you took a deep breath. Although you were absolutely sure about this, like anything before in your life, you were also still nervous. When you came in, you saw Rhys sitting behind the table, which was full of papers. To be honest, he looked like he didn't get too much sleep and that made your heart hurt. He looked up, meeting your eyes. His face lit up a little bit, in a small hope, when he saw what you were carrying in your hands. He watched your steps, before you were finally standing right in front of him, placing the plate on his table. “I made this, just for you.” You announced, biting your lip. “Are you.. sure?” His voice was hesitant. It was clear he wanted nothing more than to devour that tart and then you, but even now he was giving you a chance to change your mind. You walked around the table, he turned himself in his chair to face you, which you took as an opportunity to sit on his lap. His hand instinctively found your hip, holding you close so you wouldn't fall down, as you took the spoon, scooped up a little part of that tart and brought it to his lips. After he looked into your eyes once again, he ate the food you offered him, groaning at its taste. That sound was so beautiful, so sinful.. It made you thank Morrigan that on your first shopping spree together, she took you in that one certain shop, where you bought matching sexy underwear you were currently hiding under your dress.
⋆˙⟡ pairing: rhysand x reader, inner circle makes an appearance , madja makes an appearance
⋆˙⟡ summary: feeling ready to finally have kids, you tell rhys who is over the moon. madja gives you a special tea to help boost ovulation. how does that turn out for you?
⋆˙⟡ warnings: a fuckton of smut, fluff, rhys cries, so does reader, breeding, aphrodisiacs ( i think ), boosting tea, pregnancy, pregnancy smut ig, Big dick daddy construction worker Rhys😍😍, protective rhys like super protective, obsession and possession. Rhys develops a new obsession with reader🤷🏽♀️
⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i need a break. holy fuck. also, can i go next🧎🏽♀️ Plus english isn’t my first language so if there’s any errors or mistakes, i’m sorry😭💗
“is that what you’ll be teaching our children, darling? To be snappy when someone asks you something?”
Rhysand took great pleasure in provoking a reaction from you. Your day had been rough, with even the slightest annoyances causing you to snap at him. From criticizing his breakfast chewing to berating his small handwriting in his reports, your frustration peaked when rhys playfully teased, leading you to unleash a stream of unpleasant words.
And now, he was dangerously close to you kicking him out of your bedroom. You stood there, making the bed with him on the other side as you tucked in the sheets on either side.
“Fuck off, Rhys. I'm teaching my kids that their father holds the title for being the most annoying ass in Prythian's history. They'll also be well-informed about your love for relentless teasing. I'll caution them to steer clear, as mommy doesn't want them influenced by your habit of being an annoying provocateur,” you flashed him a fake smile before tugging the sheets from his hands.
His laughter resonated through the room as he threw his head back, closing the distance with a confident step. Looking you up and down, he met you face to face, his eyes filled with mirth and a touch of affection.
“Let's pray to the Mother that they don't inherit your bratty behavior,” he teased, flicking your nose, enjoying your reaction.
“And yes, before you can come up with some crude insult, you're without a doubt the most pouty, bratty, headstrong person I've ever encountered.” His smile held a mix of playfulness and genuine fondness.
“I should feel insulted, but strangely, I don't,” you admitted with a smile. Playfully ushering him back to his side of the bed, you continued fixing the sheets, ready to settle in for the night.
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Lying awake, Rhys's words echoed in your mind. The thought of having children together stirred a mix of excitement and doubt. The responsibilities of being the high lord and high lady of the Night Court loomed large, and the question of balancing it with parenthood lingered. Despite the uncertainties, a deep yearning surfaced – a want to put more focus on kids and maybe ease of the work load.
Unable to sleep, you chose to scoot closer to your mate as you put your head on his pillow, running your hand through his hair and finding comfort in the rhythm of his shallow breathing.
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The bell chimed as you entered Madja's clinic, finding it empty. You weren't supposed to be there; you had told Rhys you weren't feeling well to avoid going to the Hewn City with him. He grew concerned and insisted on staying, but after some persuasion, he reluctantly left. Now, you had the perfect opportunity to visit the healer in secret.
“Hello? Madja, are you here?”Your voice echoed in the empty clinic. After a long pause, you turned to leave, but just as you did, Madja opened a door, wearing gloves and a mask, looking confused.
“Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” You all loved Madja deeply as she was like a second mother to everyone. She expressed concern, worry evident in her eyes. You reassured her, mentioning that nothing was wrong. She nodded, explaining she had a patient and would be done in a few minutes. Madja suggested making yourself some tea and taking a seat while you waited.
After a while, Madja finished with her patient and led you into her office. She took her place behind the big table, and you sat in front of her, ready for whatever conversation lay ahead.
“What can I help you with today?”
Taking a deep breath, you opened up about your desires. “I wish to get pregnant, and I wanted to know if there's anything to know beforehand. My grandmother was Illyrian, so I think I could carry the babe, but is there any more information I should know about?”
Your words hung in the air, waiting for Madja's guidance.
A warm smile graced Madja's face as she took your hand.
“Congratulations, I'm so happy for you. Fae pregnancies are rare, and it might take a few years of trying before you see any results. Don't get discouraged; it's normal, and it generally takes a few decades for couples to be blessed with a babe. But let me check your bones to see if you're ideal for pregnancy.” Madja's hands emitted a golden glow as she held yours, assuring you that your bones were indeed a match and that you would be able to carry your and Rhysand's children.
You thanked her with a hug and stood up, ready to leave to tell Rhysand that you were ready. But you were still nervous about how long it would take. Decades seemed like a long time and you just hoped you wouldn’t get disappointed in yourself.
Madja seemed to sense your sprialing thoughts and directed you to the medicine room. She handed you a packet of some sort or herb or leaf. You looked at her with confusion asking her what this was.
Madja explained, “It's a special tea made to boost ovulation. Both of you should drink it before trying, but I have to warn you, it does have side effects. The tea activates a primal need, making you both feel like the first day of the mating bond. There will be possession and jealousy, and a strong chance of fighting unwanted guests. Some patients of mine have almost killed someone because their mates were looked at too long. Males typically get very possessive during conception so don’t be surprised if he snaps at someone who’s too close. So, again, only do this when you're alone.”
The gravity of her words settled in as she outlined the potential intensity of the tea. You nod thanking her again before winnowing back to the house.
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Rhysand was pissed off and tired as fuck. The entire night was a mess, thanks to the annoying council. He toyed with the idea of going back and killing them all but thought checking on you might be a better move. Exhaustion weighed heavy on him, and irritation etched deep lines on his face.
Rhysand walked into the house, absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt until he halted in his tracks as he passed the kitchen. Something caught his attention, and he turned, curious about what was happening.
Rhysand was taken aback by what he saw. There you were, clad in tank top and shorts, preparing food in the middle of the night. He thought you were seriously unwell, given that you couldn't get out of bed earlier. Worried, he approached,
“Love, what are you doing up? Please, let me take you back to bed. I'll finish it up and bring it to you, okay?”
You warmly smiled at his concern but shook your head. “I'm fine, baby. I'm not sick. I'll explain everything. Just sit down at the table, and I'll be there in a minute.”
He raised his brow and you with amusement,
“So, you just didn’t want to go to the meeting? You should have told me; we could have skipped together. They were driving me crazy today. Kier wanted a higher position, Lord Orlon wanted more money, and everyone just wanted more and more and more.” His frustration with the incessant demands from the council echoed in his words.
You couldn’t help feeling guilty at the weariness in his eyes, you pouted and stepped closer, standing between his legs. Gently, you brought his head to your chest, cradling and kissing it. His arms wrapped around your middle immediately as you cooed comforting words, offering solace in the warmth of your embrace while stroking his hair gently.
“Aww, I'm so sorry, honey. I promise I'll never let you go alone. What can I do to cheer you up?”
He raised his head, mischief in his eyes, and his hands roamed up your tank top, grazing your waist and the sides of your boobs.
“I can think of something that'll earn you my forgiveness.” His playful tone sparked heat in you and you almost lost focus as you entertained the thought of Rhys’s offer. But you shook your head and smirked at him.
“Did you forget I had something to tell you? You’re quite insatiable, you know?”
He slumped his head on your chest, planting a kiss on the covered area as he warmly chuckled. Drawing you closer, he settled you in his lap, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Rhys gazed up at you with enchanting deep violet eyes, their subtle twinkle a sight you adored.
Inhaling deeply, you contemplated ripping off the bandaid. It should be fine, right? He's always discussed future children, their names, rules for them, etc. Yet, despite everything, a touch of nerves crept in.
Rhys, sensing your hesitation, securely gripped your waist, assuring you that you could share anything with him.
“Rhys, sweetheart, I'm ready to officially try for children. Are you on board? I know you've talked about wanting kids, but is it still something you still want-”
Rhysand embraced you tenderly, tears of joy gliding down his cheeks. He buried his tear-streaked face in the warmth of your neck, softly murmuring his heartfelt thanks, each word carrying a sweetness only you could inspire.
His tears triggered an emotional response in you, prompting happy tears to well up as you smiled tenderly at him.
“It would be my highest honor to have children with you, my love.”
Rhys kissed you, chuckling, drawing you closer and peppering tiny kisses all over your face, eliciting joyful laughter from you.
“While you were away, I chatted with Madja, and she shared some tips about conceiving. She mentioned it might take a bit, so she's advising not to worry if it doesn't happen right away. She even gave me this special tea that's supposed to boost ovulation and help speed up the process. What do you say we give it a shot tomorrow or tonight?”
Rhys grinned mischievously, “Well, it's a bit surprising I haven’t already gotten you pregnant, but I guess Madja's tea might just be the secret ingredient we need.”
“I agree, Mr. Cocky, your charms might need a backup plan.” Your smile wavered as he got closer to your neck, and it completely faltered when he gently blew air on your neck before giving a playful bite.
You trembled, grabbing rhys’s shoulders to steady yourself as he kept nipping lower and lower. He palmed your tits through your thin tank, pulling and pinching on your nipples, marvelling at your scrunched up face of pleasure.
His finger moved to trail down the arch of your back while he unwrapped your legs from around his waist.
“Let's free you from these,” he murmured, gently hooking your shorts by the elastic and sliding them down to your thighs. Granting you a brief moment, he allowed you space to stand and shimmy them down to your feet, casting them aside with a tender ease.
Your confirmation to having kids flipped a switch in his brain. Numerous times had you stopped by nurseries to admire the cute babies, helped lost children find their mothers in the town square, babysat for your friends that had kids. Rhysand’s mind was filled with you carrying your child on your hip, you and him sitting down teaching them everything they needed to learn.
The mere thought of getting you full of his children, your heirs and the fact that you would carry your children, made him impossibly hard. You belonged to him, and soon, the world would see the evidence in your growing belly. It was his way of making sure everyone knew he had claimed you for good, in the most intimate and lasting manner possible.
Rhysand gazed up at you, his eyes veiled by thick lashes, filled with a darkened desire. His pupils dilated, larger than you'd ever seen, revealing the intensity of the lust that consumed him.
“I’m going to get you nice and knocked up by the end of the month, fuck what Madja said. I’m putting a baby in you soon enough, don’t worry about a thing. Just lay down and let me work on it, what do you say, sweetheart?”
His raspy, desperate voice sent cold shivers down your spine and arm. You mindlessly nod, begging for him to start.
“ Please, baby… make me a mother…” you ask so sweetly and nicely, rhys could never say no to you.
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Throughout that night, the following morning, and the entire subsequent day, Rhysand kept you awake, leaving little room for sleep. In the span of those days, you only paused for food, as he fucked you to the edge of insanity. Perhaps you should have considered that you'd chosen the most powerful man in history as your baby daddy— of course he’d have no trouble fulfilling his task with relentless success.
Rhys's eyes had darkened with a singular focus – getting you pregnant. He worshipped your body, treating you like a deity with every touch, as if you were the subject of his devoted prayers.
He had stopped for maybe half an hour to research the most ideal positions for baby making and had put you in them atleast twice, much to your exhaustion and pleasure.
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Reluctantly, you both knew you couldn't remain secluded from your responsibilities forever. The rulers of the court could only be inaccessible for a limited time, forcing you to eventually confront the outside world.
“Baby, we need to go soon, remember?” You found yourself trapped between his sturdy arms, lying beneath him on the soft bed with your legs wrapped around his middle. His kisses on your neck and grew more intense, leaving behind a trail of increasingly visible bruises.
Expressing disapproval with a sound, he playfully nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a mix of laughter and a gasp from you simultaneously.
Rhysand absolutely hated the idea of leaving the haven of warmth and love you two had created. He cherished the solitude you shared, not wanting to face the world's challenges.
All he wanted was to stay wrapped up in the tender embrace of his mate, savoring the moments of closeness and hoping for a future filled with just the two of you.
“Darling, I'd ditch the whole Night Court for a bit more of your love. The outside world's a drag compared to your warmth. What do you say we skip the ruling and responsabilities and keep our own little haven, just the two of us?”
Summoning the will to decline felt nearly impossible; you genuinely, sooo badly, really didn't want to leave the room until everything was done. Explaining your perspective to him, you made a deal that if you both tackled just dinner first, you'd be all his afterward. With reluctance, he got up, the two of you quickly freshened up, taking a hot shower and got dressed for dinner with your friends.
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Making your way to the dining room, you were met by Cassian with a teasing grin,
“Well, well, well. Look who decided to rejoin the land of the living. I was starting to think you'd built a permanent nest in there. Ready for the real world or still basking in the afterglow?”
Catching a glimpse of Rhysand's impassive expression, it was clear he was beyond unamused as his eyes zeroed in on Cassian. You knew him well enough to sense that Cassian's continued teasing might push him to snap, especially considering his reluctance to be outside with the others now that he was trying to put a baby on you.
“Cass, I wouldn’t. Let's just enjoy the meal,” you said, clapping your hands with an exaggerated smile. Taking Rhysand by the hand, you guided him to the table, hoping to diffuse any tension and shift the focus to the meal.
You stuck to him like glue, even following him when he stood to get another bottle of wine. Sitting on another chair was out of the question. Instead, you made yourself comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You purred at his warmth and safety, wondering why the hell you even accepted this dinner in the first place. You'd much rather stay under warm covers in your bed with him by your side.
In these past few days, Rhysand had become remarkably possessive aswell. Normally unfazed by casual gestures from friends like hugs or pats on the shoulder, he surprised himself. When you and Azriel reached for the salt at the same time, Rhysand instinctively pulled you back, narrowing his eyes at Az as if marking his territory.
Azriel, ever perceptive, observed the tension, smiled to himself and wisely chose not to escalate the situation. He sensed a new energy surrounding you both, noticing how much you clung to each other. He nodded toward the salt, indicating you should take it first, showing he had the sense not to get in the middle of whatever was transpiring between you and Rhysand. It was something Cassian would usually dive headfirst into. The guy had a knack for finding trouble, and Azriel clearly wanted no part in it.
The dinner proceeded with everyone staying clear from you and Rhys. Usually, you'd playfully scold him for being overly possessive, telling him to ease up on the overbearing bat act. However, you relished in his attention and protective demeanor. Madja had told you this would happen but you didn’t realize it would apply to your family.
Right, Madja. You had almost forgotten about the tea she'd given you, the one to speed up the pregnancy process. With your friends leaving after dinner, whether they wanted to or not, it seemed like the perfect time to test it out.
Gazing at Rhysand beside you, you communicated your thoughts silently, begging him to try the tea out with you and then going back to your previous activities. He nodded in understanding. Sitting up straight, he glanced at everyone.
“I need all of you to leave, right now,” he stated calmly, sipping his drink with his usual nonchalance.
Everyone paused mid-chew, glancing at Rhysand with confusion. Azriel swiftly vanished into his shadows, and Amren departed without so much as a goodbye. Mor and Cassian remained, bewildered, as they questioned the sudden disruption.
“What? Why? I'm not even done eating,” Mor protested, pointing to her full, steaming plate.
Rhysand narrowed his eyes, flicking his hand and cleared the table.
"There. I moved everything to your table in your apartment. Now, get out," he gritted, and they hurriedly made their exit, with Cassian managing a loud laugh before leaving.
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The kettle's whistle grew louder as you were lost in Rhysand's lips. Seated on the table, his arms on either side of you, the moment was pure delight, your hands traveling his body as you toyed with the waistband of his pants. The whistle became unbearable, forcing you to reluctantly break the kiss as you sighed and made your way to brew the tea. The leaves, red and golden, intensified in color as you poured the boiling water in.
“Damn. That looks deceptively inviting. Like it would lure us in with its pretty colors and then make our hearts stop,” he joked, joining you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, playfully holding you in a mock chokehold.
“Huh, deceptively inviting... sounds a lot like someone I know,” you teased, lazily kissing the strong forearm wrapped around your throat. His laughter resonated, his chest rumbling, and you felt the vibrations, savoring the moment.
He kissed your temple before letting you go, guiding you back to the table to drink the tea. Both of you nodded in agreement before simultaneously downing the concoction. The taste left you both with a disgusted expression as you placed the empty cups back on the table.
“That tastes like shit. Did Madja say what it was made of?”
You scrunched your face at the aftertaste before replying,
“I find it best not to ask her anymore. Remember the time she had us all eating that soup with fermented fish guts as a cure for that winter fever?”
You shudder at the memory of everyone lying in the hospital, with Madja taking care of the lot of you. It dawned on you that she was feeding you stuff that would've made you even sicker if you found out then. The taste of the mysterious tea was the least of your worries compared to Madja's unconventional remedies.
Rhysand shook his head at the unpleasant memory,
“You’re right. I’d rather not know.”
You giggled at his words, before standing up and putting the cups in the sink. Turning around, you looked at Rhysand with a tilted head, wondering if he was feeling anything because you certainly weren’t.
“Are you feeling anything? I’m not sure if it’s taking extra long for the tea to activate or something but I’m not feeling anything yet.”
Rhysand raised an eyebrow, pondering your words for a moment.
“Honestly, I don’t feel any different either. Maybe it's just a placebo effect or Madja's way of amusing herself with our reactions. Either way, we'll survive it.”
You nodded at his words, yes that made sense.
“Okay, let’s go to my office and catch up on some reports while we wait for the effects to kick in.”
You both headed to your office, the boring tasks providing a welcome distraction while the mysterious tea's potential effects lingered in the background. As you delved into work, the anticipation of what might unfold kept a subtle excitement in the air.
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An hour in Rhysand was starting to feel uncomfortable. His forehead and neck was starting to feel warm and he mindlessly unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt for some extra cooling.
You on the other hand still felt nothing, if anything, you started feeling very sleepy, eyelids heavy as you tried blinking back the tiredness that washed over you.
“I’m feeling really tired, rhys. Can you take me upstairs?” your voice was low and laced with sleep, complete opposite of your mate.
Not being able to find his voice, he stood up from the chaise, his movements more desperate, and walked over to you before bending down and picking you up.
Something that should've been a mundane task.
However, this time he couldn’t help but notice the difference in size, how easy he could pick you up in his arms, how your breasts moved under your shirt, the way the curve of your ass pressed against him with every move, the softness of your skin and the intoxicatingly sweet smell of you. A low, suppressed growl vibrated through him as he tightened his hold, relishing the warmth and unmistakable presence of his mate.
A possessive and obsessive surge overwhelmed him as he held you, an intoxicating certainty that you belonged to him, and he had earned every inch of your love and affection.
Rhysand was utterly obsessed with you, he showed in the way he was watching you like a hawk while he put you down on the soft bed, tucking you under a blanket.
Rhys knelt by the bed, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. His pupils dilated so much, transforming the familiar violet of his eyes into a dark, almost onyx shade. His face and chest had taken on a dark shade of blush, as blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your peaceful form.
He couldn’t look away when you turned around, blanket having rolled up, showing him the lenght of your legs, so smooth and soft, Normally, the sight wouldn’t have made him behave like some sort of teenager seeing a girls tits for the first time and it made him feel like a disgusting pervert. Here his mate laid, unaware that he was lusting over something as juvenile as her leg.
Deep down, he didn’t really care. Rhysand felt like he was on top of the world.
Waves of pleasure surged through him, heightening his senses and intensifying every touch and sensation, the feeling of the sheets against his palms sent electric waves through his body. The world around him seemed to shimmer with and a blissful euphoria enveloped him, creating an intoxicating sensation that left him utterly captivated.
You stirred, sensing Rhys gaze by the bed. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of him, his eyes locked on your sleeping form. His eyes, once a familiar violet, now darkened to a deep, almost black hue.
The effects of the tea finally kicked in, and your body responded with waves of pleasure. Your heartbeat quickened, the world around you blurring into a hazy backdrop as you fixated on the rhythmic sound of Rhysand's heavy breaths. A searing warmth pooled in the lower part of your stomach, almost like molten lava, urging you to clench your legs, all while a whimper threatened to escape your lips.
Feeling overwhelmed, you sought relief in the bathroom, flinging off the blanket and splashing cold water on your face and chest. Bracing yourself on the sink, you took a few deep breaths before returning to your room. As you opened the door, eyes lowered, you collided with something soft yet firm. Looking up, you found Rhysand, gazing at you with a tilted head, as if studying you like a puzzle.
“Oh, hi baby, didn’t see-”
Before you could finish the sentence, he pounced on you, grabbing the back of your head as he crushed your lips against his. Your eyes widened in surprise, hands instinctively grabbing his biceps to steady yourself.
His other hand wrapped around your waist, forcefully pulling your body towards him, leaving no room for any space. As his front pressed against yours, you felt his hard erection poking at your stomach.
A desperate need for more coursed through your veins like a wildfire, the tea intensifying every sensation. Your nipples tightened, craving his touch with an almost primal hunger. In his arms, you practically melted at his animalistic touch.
It all felt so fucking good, you moaned loudly when he started licking and kissing your neck, gently biting your earlobe before going back to giving you hickies.
Tears formed in your eyes as you brought a hand down your panties, hoping to relieve yourself before it got too much, however frustration filled you as your efforts were wasted. No matter how much you rutted against your fingers, it wasn’t enough. If only made you more needy and frustrated.
” ‘need help, rhys, please—”
Your tears eventually fell as you whined, face covered in salty tears as you begged your man for more, more of him, more of anything.
The desperation in your voice prompted Rhysand to pick you up and drag you to bed, gently pushing you into it. He swiftly undressed before pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, ripping of whatever clothes you had on. An animalistic move if anything but it made you even more wet.
“We’re not fucking leaving until I get you pregnant. I need you nice and round, filled with my cum, do you understand?“
His words were gritted, as if he was holding himself back, restrained by an invisible force.
You nodded, desperate for him.
“Please, let me make you a daddy.”
With a low rumbling growl he throws your legs over his shoulders and ruts into you so hard, the entire bed starts shaking. He bullies his big cock in you as you squirm, trying to initially get away as if you’ve never been fucked by him before. Rhys doesn’t slow down because he knows you can take it, he knows that you’re his equal, made for him as he is for you. And when you beg him to go harder he only smiles wickedly, satisfied that he knows you inside and out.
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You don’t remember know how many times he has finished in you.
You're crying uncontrollably and struggling to breathe. Rhysand gives you a gentle smile and plants a kiss on your swollen lips. His cock throbs at that fucked out expression in your eyes, and he has to look away to avoid blowing his load too soon. His mouth tucks itself into the curve of your neck. Your skin slapping continues as those quick thrusts fill the room.
If he didn’t have his hands around your legs to keep them up, they’d have fallen down ages ago. Your whole body feels loose and sloppy, a stupid, fucked out smile on your face as your teary eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Shhh, baby it’s okay. Let me fill you up again. I promise it will feel so, so good.”
You nod absentmindedly as you both come for the umpteenth time.
He was paying close attention to how your hole tightened around him, his sloppy thrusts making the white ring around the base of his dick drip with even more cum.
“You’re so fucking good to me, baby. Gonna look so pretty with your belly all round with my babies.”
His head was thrown back, eyebrows scrunched and jaw slightly dropped as he slowly thrusted in and out, milking the high before he pulled out and slumped forward, making you whine at the feeling. His sweaty body rested on top of yours, and his head lay on your rising and falling chest. His hair was damp, and with a shaking hand, you ran your fingers through it.
“I’ll clean you up in a second, darling.” Just as he was getting up you wrapped your legs around his waist. He scooped you up, arm around your ass as he brought you to the shower to clean you up. Rhys didn't put you down, knowing you might fall, so he washed you while you clung to him.
After the much needed shower, he wrapped you both in a huge fluffy towel and magically changed the sheets as he brushed you hair and put you in one of his shirts.
“Rhysie?”
“Yes, love?”
“I think we need to fuck one more time, please?”
His eyebrows rose at your words. Never did he think you’d say anything like that. His initial shock was replaced by a proud laugh.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”
And he did.
He gave you more orgasms, and just as he was ready to pull out after dumping his load, you wrapped your legs around him and begged him not to pull out.
Rhys gave you a soft kiss and pulled you closer as you finally slept, exhaustion pulling you into a deep slumber.
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There wasn't much surprise when he successfully put not just one but two babies in you, twins.
Rhysand's male pride was on overdrive. Twins were really rare, and the fact that he managed to knock you up with them in less than a month was almost cause for a celebration. Well, he would throw a party if he didn't grow so damn protective.
If you thought Rhysand was protective when trying for a child, then this Rhysand was on another level. He actually gritted his teeth at Madja after she put her cold fingers on your body, making you hiss.
Let’s not even discuss when you started showing…
The moment he learned of your pregnancy, Rhys acted swiftly, weaving layers of intricate shields around you. It wasn't merely about your safety; it was a manifestation of his deep obsession. The shields were a fortress protecting not only you but also the sweet new scent you emitted, a fragrance that had sparked an intense possessiveness within him.
Rhys had become utterly obsessed with that unique scent, ready to unleash his fury upon anyone who dared to get too close and catch even the faintest whiff of something that was sacredly reserved for him alone.
During the announcement for your friends, the presence of Rhysand by your side, standing assertively close, made them wary of getting close to you. As you both stood together, your radiant happiness contrasted against his dark, protective demeanor.
You were a bit bummed, wondering why no one wanted to hug you or atleast shake your hand, then you took one glance at him and let out a sigh as you rolled your eyes.
“Oh, please. They’re not going to eat me alive, baby. It’s fine I promise.”
You embraced Mor and Cassian warmly, reciprocating their hugs, though they avoided prolonged eye contact with Rhys. Azriel's shoulder clap and rare smile conveyed a similar sentiment to a hug, and Amren, nodding, raised her glass in approval, a subtle twitch of her lips indicating her satisfaction.
You skipped back to Rhysand and gave him a kiss, calming him down as he gave you an appreciative smile.
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Pregnancy had made you both extra needy. Rhys got hard everytime he thought about the fact that you were actually carrying his babies, and you got turned on because he was walking sex.
He built a new nursery from scratch, adding an entire new wing to the river estate. Initially, you doubted it would be finished in nine months, but you quickly learned not to doubt him – he always kept his word. Lo and behold, a whole new section of the house emerged, ready for the babies and any future additions to your growing family in only 3 months. His dedication spoke volumes about his commitment to you and the little ones on the way.
He channeled his inner builder during this project, and it never failed to amaze you how desperate he made you feel. Walking around the house wearing nothing but a work belt, sweaty from new constructions, he was a vision of strength and capability. Often, you stood from afar, watching him skillfully build things, savoring the sight before the need to get fucked took over.
Your lips were bitten in silent admiration as he stood there in nothing but linen pants, hanging dangerously low on his hips while building the crib. He looked absolutely delicious , and the appreciation for his craftsmanship would be handsomely rewarded by you.
“Are you going to stare at me all day, beautiful? Come inside, I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”
A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he stood up, sauntering toward you with a grin. His hand extended playfully, a silent invitation to join him.
Deciding to tease him back, because let's be real, you need him bad right now, you chuckle and let the playful banter unfold.
“And what if I do want you to bite? What if I ask you to get us back to our room and fuck me? Would you do it?”
You looked up at him with wide eyes, attempting to portray someone innocently asking a casual question.
“Have I ever said no to you in my life, darling?” he teased, his smile darkening, before winking and leading the way back to your room.
Rhys had vanished your clothes, leaving you bare as he worshipped you. His teasing words and soft caresses brought you closer and closer to the edge.
“You're going to be the best mother ever, such a good mommy for my babes. Nurturing and caring for them. No one is better than you, my love. No one loves as purely as you, fuck,” he whispered urgently, his neediness and desire lacing every word.
His whiny, rasping words were the finishing touch you needed before coming all over his creamy cock with a cry.
Yet again, he took care of you, cleaning you up as he always did. Your mate, ever the loving and caring male, ensuring your well-being with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his deep affection for you.
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The arrival of your twins turned into a joyous celebration, filling Velaris with happiness over the birth of the new princess and prince. Your friends, throughout your journey, provided unwavering support, guiding you through the hardships and challenges of being new parents.
Now, a new chapter of your life had opened, one you couldn't wait to share with your one true love, marking the beautiful beginning of your happily ever after.
Summary: After the incident in Hybern you were taken back to the Spring Court by Tamlin himself, months later you are finally back home in the Night Court. However things have changed, the friends you used to know are now more protective than ever ...
Warnings: Possessive, Teasing, (Soft Yandere), Mentions of K*lling/Pain
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It had been months since you had last seen your friends, no.. scratch that, your family. The Night Court was your family, they took you in when you needed it most and were always there supporting you through thick and thin.
You missed them dearly and now you were finally on your way back home to them. You were close, on the edge of the Winter Court boarder to be exact, it wouldn't be long until one of the bat boys noticed you were close by.
Minutes after that thought had passed you saw him, high up in the clouds was a familiar black silhouette and he was racing towards you. Before you could open your mouth to get any words out the shadowsinger had landed next to you quickly pulling you into a crushing hug.
"We missed you so much sweet girl, you have no idea" Azriel spoke gently continuing to hold you against his broad body. You never answered but rather hugged him back even tighter if possible letting tears flow down your puffy, red cheeks.
"Home?" you asked gently, pulling away to look into his deep hazel eyes. Through your tears you could start to even see his eyes slightly watering.
He quickly nodded, picking you up with ease he soon pushed off into the sky. He flew home as quick as he could excited to reunite you with the others.
Soon the city lights of Velaris came into view as did the house of wind. Azriel softly landed on one of the many balconies over looking the vibrant city where he quickly let you down but not before pulling you into one more bone crushing hug.
Once he was done squeezing you he grabbed your hand and led you through the archway into one of the main rooms where Mor stood watching with her mouth slightly hung open. It was as if she was in shock you were actually here and it wasn't actually her imagination or some sort of realistic dream.
A quick few seconds passed before she finally stopped gaping and ran over to you where she then pulled you into a tight hug almost knocking the wind out of you. Just as quick as the hug started it ended, she pulled back with her hands still on your shoulders gently looking you over.
"Oh honey.. we missed you so much! Did that beast harm you in anyway? Are you hurt?" She questioned quickly.
"No Mor.. im ok! Really I am.. I missed you so much. I thought about you guys every night" you replied sweetly. It was the truth, you had thought about your family every night. Every night you had to spend next to Tamlin, every day you spent at his side you were really just thinking about your friends back home and how much you longed to be with them, and now you actually were.
She continued to look you over for a few minutes making small talk when Amren walked in. You and Amren got along as well as she got along with anyone. Too many it might seem as though she was being mean when she would tease you but it was honestly out of love.
The small woman gazed at you from the door way of which she had just come through having a similar reaction to Mor, she questioned if it was really you standing there in front of her.
However before she could make a move towards you or say anything you heard the footsteps of two males behind you.
You quickly spun around to see Cassian and Rhysand walking towards you quickly. Eyes locking you dropped you train of thought and quickly ran towards the two large Illyrian men before you. They quickly scooped you up into big bear hug where they whispered sweet nothings into your ears.
"Our sweet baby bat" one started only to be interrupted by "I missed you so much my love" the kind words continued at a steady flow when you felt more arms start to wrap around you. Mor and Azriel had joined the group hug which now just left Amren standing out awkwardly.
The petite girl slowly inched towards the group before she herself joined the family hug. It was a rare sight to not only see the Night Court acting so soft but especially Amren. She would never dare to admit it but you were the only one she was willing to let her guard down for.
It felt as though you all stayed like this for hours all silently weeping happy tears. Your family was finally whole again and little did you know but they would never let it be broken up again, never let you be taken from them again.
-Days Later-
Almost a week had gone by now and you had spent practically every minute with your family. There was never a time when one of them wasnt by your side.
Azriel and Cassian constantly had a watching eye on you, Azriel went as far as to even have his shadows watching over you when he couldnt be there himself.
Mor would always start conversations with you happy to have her best friend back by her side. She would always question if Tamlin had ever done anything to you, she never let it slip but she hated his guts and would absolutely take any chance she got to end him for taking you.
Amren would tease you constantly, again to others it might have seemed harsh but this was her way of comforting you as well as herself.
Rhys was probaly the clingiest of all, he was by your side 24/7 constantly touching you, talking to you or going out of his way to do or get anything you needed. He secretly hoped Tamlin and the rest of his court would all suffer painfully but he never let that wish show in his eyes or smiles he gave you.
"Rhysie?" you asked sweetly, looking up at him and into his loving eyes with your own innocent ones. Thats what he saw you as, a sweet innocent girl that needed protection from all the dangers of Prythian.
"Yes my love? Is there anything you need?" he questioned you.
"I was wondering if we could go into the city today?" You had not left the House of Wind since your arrival and were itching to get back into your old ways with your family by your side. "Maybe we could all go to Rita's like we used too? You know get dinner and dance?"
He looked at you with worry written all over his face, he was scared to let you leave for he was scared you would be taken again. "I dont know my sweet girl, it might be to dangerous".
You looked at him sadly, your eyes starting to glaze over slightly with tears. You just wanted things to be like how they were before, before things went bad.
"Shh my love.. I will talk to the others, we just want you to be safe" he reassured you while slowly stroking your hair back and behind your ears. He lowered himself down to press a soft kiss against your forehead before giving you a small smile.
If only you knew his real intentions.. yes of course they wanted to keep you safe but it was more than that. They never wanted to let you out of their sights again not even for a minute, you had no clue as too what lengths they would go too to achieve this...
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A/N: Hi, I hoped you guys liked this! Let me know if you want a part two! (TBH I will prob write one anways lol)
Day 4 of @acotar-omegaverse-week : Knots & Ties - Need we say more?
a/n: something a little more on the fluffy side
warnings: Amren-centred with some Feyre fluff at the end; indirect foursome?; cockwarming (Amren has a cock); knots
word count: 818
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A sigh releases from your chest as Amren grazes her nails up your spine, taking her time to tease her way up, before dragging back down.
You shiver.
“Are you having some trouble over there, Rhys?” Amren drawls, glancing over your shoulder to where the High Lord and his mate lay sprawled across the bed. “My omega is going to be sore tomorrow if you don’t hurry up.”
A growl rumbles through the alpha’s throat, and you nestle closer to your mate, shying from the aggressive sound.
Amren’s eyes sparkle with amusement, glossy rouge nails prickling beneath your chin to guide your mouth to her own. You shift in her lap, tightening around the knot that’s lodged inside of you, gradually going down. Not that you want it to. If you had it your way she’d be inside of you all night, keeping you bound together, tight and cosy.
A high-pitched moan pushes past Feyre’s lips, and you glance over in time to catch her head falling to the side, legs spread wide for her mate as he continues driving himself into her, his teeth claiming their mark in her neck.
You squeeze Amren tighter, a whimper getting trapped in your throat as you watch them. She huffs, “you took so long my omega is ready for another round, Rhys.”
The High Lord keeps to his pace, running his tongue over the wound in his mate’s neck, pressing a lingering kiss to her mouth before deigning your alpha with a response. “I’m ensuring my mate’s pleasure, Amren,” Rhys drawls, before returning his attention to Feyre, lowering his voice as he leans down to capture her mouth in a short kiss, “I wouldn’t want her to be left dissatisfied now, would I?” A smile plies her lips apart, and you watch as her fingers tangle in his hair, purring contentedly.
Nails sneak into your own hair, and your eyes flutter as she drags them across your scalp, scratching in a way that has you melting on top of her, starting your own purrs. “It won’t be long now,” she murmurs, soft enough the others won’t hear her, “you’ll be relaxing soon. Keeping those muscles of yours from stiffening.”
You hum in response, circling your hips, feeling that delicious rub of her cock against your still-sensitive walls. Amren clicks her tongue in reprimand, taking a firm hold of your waist, drawing a low whimper from your chest.
“You know better,” Amren drawls, sliding the sharp point of her thumbnail across the sensitive skin of your side. “You’ve taken all your orgasms for the night. Behave or you’ll get nothing tomorrow.”
Instantly you ease in her hold, pulling back to look at her, your hands resting on her stomach. She raises a brow, silver eyes glittering, and you dip your head, pressing a small kiss to her mouth.
“Better,” Amren whispers, lips curving to something near affectionate. “Now go and join Feyre. No trouble.”
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You ease into Feyre’s side, laying your head on her shoulder.
She tilts to glance at you, a faint laugh in her voice as she speaks, “if you’re drowsy you should go over there. It’ll be more comfortable.” You look over to where she’s suggesting—a low seat in the magnificently large bath with a slanting back to recline against, a folded towel at its crest for one to rest their head upon.
“But then I wouldn’t be touching you,” you mumble, stretching your arms around her body, leaning your weight into her. Feyre huffs a laugh, fingers curling over your forearm. “You’re so dramatic,” she mumbles, but you can hear the affection in her voice.
After a beat of silence, you release her, slowly returning to your sitting position within the large bath. “…what do you think they’re talking about?” You murmur, peering into the foamy water, bubbles shimmering beneath the calming pale light. Feyre hums, leaning back against the edge of the bath, “probably scrapping over whose cock is larger.”
“Or whose the better lover,” you add on.
“Whose better at ruling?” Feyre suggests.
“Who can make their omega reach their orgasm the fastest?”
You share a laugh.
You cup a foamy froth of bubbles in your hands, and Feyre sighs. “I don’t like having to clean as soon as we’re done,” she mumbles, drawing your attention. “I want to keep it on me. At least until morning.”
“I know what you mean,” you reply, returning the bubbles to the misty blue bath water. “I like being able to smell her on me. It’s comforting to wake up to.”
A pause of quiet, then, “maybe we should protest next time,” you suggest, attempting to muffle a yawn. It draws another laugh from Feyre, and you return your head to rest on her shoulder. “Maybe we should,” she murmurs, tilting to rest her head atop your own. “Show the alphas who’s really in charge.”
