Hello hello! Your cazriel x reader fics give me life!! LOVE A WHY CHOOSE!! Your angst and smut is just untouched really! My request would be a forbidden romance/frenemies to lovers fic. Cazriel x reader where our reader is rhys’s little sister. He forbid cassian or azriel from touching her, so they just made it seem like they hated her or that she was annoying so she hates them cause they’ve always teased or ignored her. But what happens when our reader starts a fling with someone from another court and cass and az catch her and the mating bond snaps…and our boys go feral and are JEALOUSSSSS they can no longer resist the temptation Rhysands wishes be damned! When they get stuck on a mission together with only one bed tensions rise…..our reader finally gives in and FERAL FERAL YUMMY SMUT OCCURS 🤪🤪🤪🥵
Forbidden Desires: Part 1
Cazriel X Fem!Reader
A/N: I absolutely loved this request! The second I read it I got started on writing. It felt really long, so I broke it up into two parts. This is Part 1. (Part 2 will be out soon!) I hope everyone enjoys it! Also, please feel free to send in your requests.
MASTERLIST
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You regretted letting Mor drag you to Rita’s when you saw the two large bats across the room. Your brother’s confidants and pains in your ass– Cassian and Azriel.
“You’re staring,” Mor announced.
You swung your head back in her direction. “I didn’t think they would be here.”
Mor muttered something under her breath that you chose not to hear.
“I think I’ll call it a night.”
“Oh, come on,” Mor groaned. “They’re not even bothering you.”
Only a matter of time.
“We’ve already been here for a couple of hours, Mor.”
“So-”
“So it’s getting late. Plus, Rhys wants me to go to Autumn tomorrow, remember?”
Mor rolled her eyes. “Fine, but I’m staying.”
You waved your cousin off as you made your way to leave. “I’ll see you soon. Don’t drink too much!”
“Too late!” Mor hollered back.
Outside, the air was warm and crisp, caught somewhere between summer heat and autumn chill. The moon was high and beautiful in the sky, surrounded by thousands of sparkling stars. You didn’t get very far before you heard heavy footfalls behind you. Turning, you found yourself face to face with the two males you hated. “What are you two doing here?”
“Funny,” Cassian said, although his tone lacked any real humor. “We were going to ask you the same thing.”
“I’m going home.” You answered stiffly before turning and heading down the cobblestone street.
“So are we,” Cassian said as he came up to your side.
You slid your gaze his way, but continued down the street. “Then go a different fucking way.” You bit.
“Your brother wants you to get home safely,” Azriel said.
“I can do that just fine, thank you.”
“You sure, Princess? Cause you’re looking a little unsteady there.” Cassian chuckled as your foot caught a broken stone.
“Fuck off.” You hissed.
“First day with new legs?” Cassian teased.
“Seriously, Cassian, fuck off. I was having a good night until I saw the two of you.”
“We’re doing this for Rhys,” Azriel reminded you.
“Of course you are! Because everything you two do is for my brother! You’re nothing but his lap dogs!”
“Your brother,” Azriel said cooly, “is our High Lord.”
“Trust me, I’m well aware.”
The rest of your walk home was spent in tense silence. Cassian and Azriel were your shadows. Your very unwanted shadows. You didn't bid them Goodnight, instead locking the door behind yourself to insure they stayed away.
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Morning came all too soon, and with a headache at that. As you took your last big gulp of coffee, Rhys walked through your front door, key in hand. “Rough night?” He asked, his lips turned up in a smirk. You answered him with your middle finger.
“I'm surprised you have me going to Autumn alone.” You said. You set your mug down in the sink before you turned and faced your brother.
“What made you think you'd be alone?” Rhys asked.
Your head tilted to the side in confusion. “I'm not going alone?”
“No,” Rhys answered. You could tell by the look in his eyes that you wouldn't like his next words. And you were proved right when he said, “Azriel and Cassian will meet you at the border.”
“You're joking,” you said. Not a lick of amusement could be found in your tone.
“You need protection.” Rhys argued.
“I can handle myself.”
“I know you can. But this isn't Helion or Thesan we're dealing with. It's Beron. He's cruel and calculating. I'm not sending you there without some obvious form of protection.”
“Do you have to send them both? You can't just send Azriel?” Between the two males Azriel was the quieter one. He didn't verbally tease you like Cassian did.
“Beron has no respect for you as a female, let alone one from the Night Court. I'm not taking any chances.”
“Fine.” Silence filled the air as your brother and you stared each other down.
“Stay safe.” Rhys said finally.
“Will do.” You answered back. Your lips curled up in a small smile before you winnowed away.
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Cassian met you at the border first. You didn't bother to greet him, and he didn't bother to greet you. His eyes roamed across your body, up and down. You looked away. He was probably criticizing you, although you were thankful he didn't voice any of his thoughts. A surprisingly hard task when it came to the War General.
Azriel appeared in the clearing five minutes later. His gaze also roamed across your figure. Something that sent heat licking up your spine.
You told yourself it was anger.
“Let's go.” You said as you began to walk forward. The palace wasn't far, and Beron was set to meet you at its border.
You were met with Eris instead. You heard Cassian scoff as he recognized the red hair. Azriel and Cassian hated him. And for some reason, that drew you into the male, it made something in you want to be rebelious. With a dip of your chin, you nodded towards the Autumn Heir. “Eris,” you greeted.
Eris dipped his chin down towards you, wholly ignoring your winged bodyguards. “Y/N, it's a pleasure.” When he looked back up, there was a heat in his gaze.
You liked the look of it.
“Where's daddy dearest?” Cassian asked.
Eris continued to look at you when he answered. “He's waiting in the meeting room. Didn't see the point in coming out.”
“Of course he didn't,” Cassian muttered.
Beron didn't bother to stand when you walked in. You didn't bother to bow.
“Follow me,” Eris said.
The halls of the Autumn Court were elaborately decorated in shades of burnt orange, crimson, and gold. It was beautiful, if not a bit much. In one hall, you passed by a portrait of Beron. No smile, no family, just a cold, calculating stare. It wasn't pleasant to look at. “The High Lord is right through here,” Eris said, his hand gesturing to the ornate ivory doors just ahead. Two of Eris’ seven brothers stood at the doors, one on each side. With a flick of Eris’ wrist, his brothers opened the doors and you were guided inside a very large office.
“Is your High Lord so busy that he couldn't come himself?” Beron asked cooly.
“My High Lord does not act as his own emissary, that position is mine.” Beron looked at you, his gaze roaming. It wasn't the kind of look that sent heat licking up your spine like Cassian’s or Azriel's, and it wasn't the type that had you feeling reckless like Eris’. Beron's stare felt oily, gross—wrong. You felt Azriel and Cassian bristle at your back, it seemed that they too did not like the look in Beron's gaze. Silently, Beron gestured for you all to sit. You were the only one who followed through. Eris stayed standing behind his father's chair, Azriel and Cassian stood behind yours.
Beron flicked his hand in your direction. “Begin,” he ordered. You gave him a long, hard look before you began your pitch.
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You had been discussing the possibilities of trade for three hours now. Three long, boring hours.
“May I use your washroom?” You asked. You needed a break from Beron’s grating voice and the thick tension in the room.
“I suppose,” Beron answered gruffly.
“I'll show you,” Eris said, stepping away from his father's side. Azriel and Cassian made to follow you, but you put your hand up. “Stay here.” You ordered.
Eris led you out a different door in the office and down a long hallway. “I'm surprised your bats are allowing you to be alone with me.”
You scoffed. “Honestly, so am I. But I'm thankful for it.”
Eris shot you a knowing look. “What, not a fan of the winged bastards either?”
Something unpleasant stirred inside you at the slur, but you let it slide.
“Not particularly.”
Eris gestured to the door that the two of you came up to. “The washroom is right through there.”
You looked at the door, then back at him. “Can I be honest?” You asked.
“Of course.”
“I just wanted to get out of your father’s office.”
Eris’s lips turned upwards. “I figured as much. May I be honest?”
You nodded. “Of course.”
“The two meat heads you brought with you want you badly,” Eris said. You went to interrupt, to correct him, but he continued on. “But I don’t think they have any idea what to do with a precious thing like you.”
Your mouth parted open, and something stirred in your belly. “Oh,” you said softly. “And you do?”
Eris took a step closer. Your back hit the washroom door. “Absolutely,” he purred. You knew Eris’s words about Cassian and Azriel weren’t true, after all, they never showed any hint of affection towards you. But something in you wanted to believe it, to believe that you were desirable, that you were desirable to them.
In an effort to turn off the little voice inside your head, you found yourself saying, “Show me.”
Eris’s lips were on yours in an instant, and his hands grasped your hips. Your hands landed on his shoulders, your legs parted to allow him closer to your body. Eris’s tongue slipped into your mouth. You kissed him back just as harshly, a move that made him smile. His thigh slid between your thighs, grinding against your core. Arousal pooled in your belly. You turned your head, allowing Eris to kiss your neck. Your eyes opened, and you found your gaze locking onto two very furious males.
Something snapped between the three of you in that moment. A golden threat tying you all together. You gasped, flooded with conflicting emotions and thoughts, some yours, some theirs. It lasted for only a moment before Azriel stepped forward and pulled Eris off of you. The Shadowsinger threw the Autumn Heir against the far wall. You didn’t have to guess if the bond had snapped for the males as well. One look into Cassian’s eyes told you more than enough.
“It’s rude to interrupt," Eris shot in the males direction.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Azriel hissed.
“Azriel-” you said.
“Looks like someone’s jealous.” Eris crooned. Cassian stepped forward, his hand grabbing onto Eris’s tunic. He looked murderous. They both did.
“Cassian stop!” You hissed as you stepped between them. “You put your hands on him and you’re going to end up starting a war with Autumn.” Cassian looked away from Eris. His hazel eyes met your gaze. There was fire in his eyes. Fire, and something akin to pain. The War General let go of Eris.
“We’re going,” Azriel announced. His tone brooked no argument.
You turned around to face Eris. “I’m sorry,” you breathed. “Please, tell your father that something came up. An emergency.”
Eris looked at you for a moment before nodding. “An emergency,” he agreed. You had no time to thank the male before Azriel grabbed you and Cassian and winnowed you out of the palace.
You knew when you came to the clearing at a cabin, rather than home, that you wouldn't be able to walk away from the shift between the three of you, regardless if you wanted to or not. Whatever was going on between Cassian, Azriel and you, between you and your mates, it was time to face it head-on.