A/n - This series will include content warnings at the start of each chapter, so please be sure to read them before continuing.
Another requested fic that I was very excited to write! I'll admit, it took a bit of thinking (and some serious back-and-forth with myself) because I really wanted it to feel just right. Fingers crossed it lands the way I imagined x
Expect plenty of emotions, intrigue, a little spice, and lots of domestic Azris shenanigans because who doesn't love a little cosy chaos? :)
As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Your votes and comments mean the world to me <3
Summary: If Rhys is going to determine why Eris hasn’t gotten you pregnant yet, he insists on reviewing the technique. In person.
CW: explicit smut, DIRTY TALK, heavy breeding kink, oral (bj), p in v, voyeurism, praise, you get spitroasted by a high lord and an heir, creampie, banter, you like being called a slut, inappropriate use of magic (fire, daemati, bargains), trying for an heir but make it a group project, this meeting could not have been an email, eris and rhys think dirty talk is a competitive sport, spoiler alert: you’re the ball
“Are you ready for my spark to catch inside of you?” Eris’s hot thickness drags against your walls in a mind-numbing rhythm. Your toes curl in response to his words.
The air shifts. A dark presence appears.
“I heard you’ve had a little trouble breeding. I’ve cleared my calendar. I’m here to help.” Rhysand leans against a chaise, eyes on where you and Eris are joined.
Your chest flushes hot. This is the first time Rhysand has seen you nude. And you're split open on your mate.
Eris's hips don't miss a beat. “You’re early.”
“Couldn’t wait to see my magnificent mate? Or was it my cock that tempted you?” He tosses his hair over his shoulder. “I hope you haven’t been neglecting male lovers now that you’ve found your mate. Might make you overly eager.”
Rhys slips a few fingers into his pocket. “On the contrary, my mate quite enjoys sharing males. I’m here because you two asked me to help. Do I need to remind you why I’m your best hope at proper breeding?”
His words, “sharing males,” repeat over and over in your mind as you look between Eris and Rhys, clit throbbing.
Eris adjusts his grip on your thighs, the smooth metal of his rings digging into your skin. “No. But there’s nothing in this realm that would keep you from a chance to brag.”
Rhysand stalks closer with each phrase. “I’m the only High Lord to whom you’re not related who’s fathered an heir. My daemati gifts make me uniquely able to diagnose any issues by using your exact memories.” His violet gaze pins you. “And I’m excellent at making both males and females cum.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, the soft motion at odds with the danger in his tone.
Eris pumps into you faster. “We don’t need any help with that last bit.” Eris’s eyes cut to yours. “Do we?”
A mischievous smile curves your lips. “Definitely not.”
“Let’s see about that.” Rhys sandwiches your hand between his. “Show me what I have to work with, darling. Let’s see how much of a slut you are for Eris.”
Eris’s smirk could cut glass.
You feel Rhysand hovering at the edge of your mind. It’s not unpleasant. It makes you feel deliciously exposed, like someone’s about to see your hidden stash of smut. The thought of him experiencing the many ways Eris has fucked you through your perspective makes your veins spark with need.
You close your eyes. “Do it,” you say. “Please.”
Rhys’s power slips into your mind like melting butter into warm toast. He gasps softly as he latches onto the first naughty memory. “Mmmm. Here we go. Let’s revisit all the loads he’s given you. I need to see them all.”
Eris chuckles. “How long do you have?”
His thrusts slow to an agonizing crawl. The pace he uses when he wants to take his time, keeping you suspended in bliss until your body forgets what it feels like to not be stretched open on his cock. Cauldron help you.
Scenes of sex with Eris float through your mind’s eye, one after the other. An urgent quickie on his desk, still-wet ink stamped on your ass. Riding him slow in his favorite velvet armchair by the fireplace. Back pressed against firm bark in the Autumn Forest, held upright with ropes of fire.
Breaths come heavier as the past slips by faster and faster. Eris’s measured thrusts and Rhysand’s manhandling of your raciest memories blur everything into pleasure and desire.
Your eyelids flutter open, instantly noticing the hand Rhys is holding is mere inches away from his sizeable bulge. You want it.
You’re sucked back under when a hungry sound crawls up Rhysand’s throat. Your cheeks burn as hot as Eris’s fire when you realize he’s rifling through every moment you were wet and wanting. It spurs you higher, calves contracting when your mate’s aroused satisfaction snakes down your bond.
The scent of Rhysand’s arousal fills your nose, thick and heady. “Well. There’s no question about how much she loves your cock. And you certainly fuck her often enough.”
Your pussy clenches involuntarily. Eris groans in response.
“But I do see some opportunities for improvement.” Rhys blinks twice, coming back to the present moment. He leaves a tendril of his power plugged into your mind.
His grip on your hand softens.
Somewhere far away, you’re happy Rhys has found what he needs. But right now, he’s what you need.
You grab the hard length of him through his pants, mouth already salivating.
His answering laugh is dangerous. “I’m here to make you two cum. Not the other way around.”
“Want to make me cum?” you ask. “Let me have you.”
Eris presses his warm palm to your lower stomach. “Can you help and fuck at the same time?” His voice drops an octave. “My mate is hungry.”
Rhys’s fingers play with the leather of his belt. “I’m more than happy to play along. The lady gets what the lady wants. And right now—” his head tilts, then his eyes darken, “—she wants me to feed her.”
He read your mind.
Literally.
You lick your lips—slowly.
His buckle clinks as he shoves his pants down, thick shaft springing free. He grabs it and holds it above your face. “Is this what you want, darling?” He thumps it against your cheeks a few times.
Eris’s irises glow amber. “You look like a High Lady already. Getting two powerful males to worship you at your request.”
You roll your tongue seductively along your lower lip. You want Rhys inside you now.
“I’d ask if you’re always this eager. But you’ve already exposed all your dirty little secrets.” Rhys groans as he slides the head past your lips, halting once he’s filled your mouth.
Eris thrusts into you a little faster, voice purring, “Yes, she’s a very good slut.” His nostrils flare. “And today the scent of her sweet cunt is even more intoxicating than usual. She’s ripe for breeding.”
Your hands fist in the sheets. You silently beg Rhys to move already.
A dark chuckle from Rhysand. “You forget I can hear you, darling. She really is a good girl… begging so prettily for me to fuck her mouth.”
“My mate is an excellent beggar. She’s had plenty of practice. Even her body begs.” Eris rolls a nipple between his warm fingers. “Look at the way she pushes her chest towards us, asking for more. See how she coats me so liberally with her nectar. Witness how nicely she begs to be bred.”
Your mind says what your mouth cannot. Yes! Breed me. Pleeease.
Rhysand squeezes your other nipple. “Do you feel how hard you’ve made me? Watching Eris fuck you makes my dick swell.”
It weighs heavy on your tongue.
“Feeling Eris stretch you open on his cock over and over made mine throb for you.”
He’s all you can taste.
“And feeling how you burn to be filled again and again made my cock ache to stuff your holes.”
He finally starts pumping. Slowly. Like he’s savoring every millimeter of friction.
The flames in the fireplace crackle louder. Eris must be enjoying this as much as you are.
Rhys grunts. “Why have you never mentioned how delicious her warm mouth feels?”
Eris’s wicked fingers wander down your body, petting and stroking. “Why would you assume she’s anything less than perfection?”
Their praise makes you squirm, but there’s nowhere for you to go. You’re pinned between the two males.
You swirl your tongue and hollow your cheeks to show Rhys just how good you can make him feel.
He growls and grips both sides of your face. “That’s it. Suck Daddy’s cock so I can make your mate a daddy too.”
Eris’s fingers still for one moment. “I won’t be calling you that.”
The High Lord of the Night Court’s power hums through the room. His voice is cool and treacherous. “Only one of us is a father, Eris. You want to be one, too? You’ll call me whatever I tell you to.”
Eris uses his courtier tone. “Are those your new terms?”
“Absolutely.”
Two moments of total silence.
“I’ll call you that when I see proof of your usefulness,” Eris counters.
“Deal.”
Magic hums between them, buzzing through your body on both ends, meeting in the middle. It heightens the pleasure.
Rhys chuckles darkly. “I would ask if you liked me being in your mind and mouth at once, but you can’t talk, and your thoughts have already told on you.”
Every embarrassment just fuels the flames that sizzle your blood.
Eris circles your clit. You melt further into the mattress from the perfect pressure. “How does it feel to be all stuffed full?”
Your pussy, your mouth, your clit—it’s all too much and exactly enough, but still you want more.
Rhysand palms your breasts. “Such a good girl. Look how well she sucks us both in at once.”
Their dirty mouths are going to end you right here in this bed. The floor is going to swallow you whole. Or your body is going to float into the sky. Maybe both.
Eris fucks up into you faster, pushing his arousal down the bond. “You’re perfect. Our perfect slut.”
Your pussy throbs around him, each pulse drumming deeper.
The daemati’s voice is in your ears and your mind. “Do I taste as good as your pretty mate?”
You moan around him, losing yourself to the pleasure in every crevice of your mind and body.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eris lean into Rhy’s space, faces so close their noses nearly touch. “She’s magically wired to favor me, but don’t worry, I bet you’re a close second.”
Your thighs tremble.
Rhys doesn’t retreat an inch. His tone? Mocking. “Aww. Is your mate the only one who likes your flavor?”
Eris's mouth curves. “Spare me the restraint. You're here to assess me, aren't you?”
Wait. They aren't actually going to...
Their mouths meet above you, urgent and shameless. Their lips dance as well as their words do. They take turns tongue-fucking the other with the same rhythms they’re using on you.
The fire roars louder, logs crackling.
Your pussy melts. Wetness gushes where you and Eris converge.
Rhysand pulls back with a knowing chuckle. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did, darling? Can you feel it through the bond, Eris? How close she is to cumming?”
Rhys’s lazy rhythm steadies you.
Eris’s urgent pace winds you tighter.
Every muscle in your body clenches.
Eris heats his swirling finger a few degrees. “Is the sum total of your help thrusting yourself down our throats?”
Rhys barks a laugh. “Hardly. I need to make sure you don’t hold yourself back.”
“Does it look like I’m holding back? I’m about to make her cum all over my cock.” He drives in harder to make his point.
Your insides coil, primed to snap.
Rhysand’s voice is pure, chilled night. “Prove it. Cum with her.”
A dare.
Please. Please. Please.
“I could if I wished.” A few heavy breaths. “But I always attend to her pleasure first. Several times.”
Rhys’s thumb circles your cheek. “Trust me, we’ll take good care of her. But breeding takes many loads. Are you up for it, Eris?”
Your muscles lock.
Eris’s grip on your thigh tightens. He pounds himself into you. His cock heats your pussy from the inside.
Oh fuck.
Your eyes roll back. He’s about to fill you up.
“Prepare to carry my flame,” Eris says, voice straining at its leash.
Your hips rise on their own.
“Breed her full, Eris.”
Every nerve explodes.
Fireworks.
Made of flame and pleasure.
Your mate’s groan rings in your ears.
Eris’s hot cum hits your deepest point.
Your insides milk his cock.
Are you floating above your body?
Your cunt sucks Eris’s seed further into your depths.
Only heavy breathing breaks the silence.
Rhysand pulls out of your mouth.
You suck down more air.
He strokes your jaw. “You did so well.”
Eris’s eyes, smoky and half-lidded, find yours. “My perfect girl.”
The moment stretches. Ten breaths of contented stillness.
Rhys clears his throat. “Good work, fire prince. Now push it deep and seal it inside her with your magic.”
A tiny ember reignites in your core.
“Already on it.” Eris pulls himself out of you. Then something warm and smooth slides deep, plugging you and keeping your mate’s wet seed nestled against your walls.
The mattress dips beside you. He scoops you into his chest, kissing your forehead. “Thanks for all your help, Rhysand. I was hoping it would be more enlightening.”
Is Rhysand really going to leave so soon?
A voice slinks into your mind. “Let’s rile him up, shall we?”
Rhys’s chuckle promises danger. “Do you think we’re here just to give her one load? We’re here to breed her full. If you don’t pump another one into her, I will.”
Eris’s head snaps to the High Lord of the Night Court. Fangs glinting.
Rhys’s voice is black silk. “My cock is ready. My balls are loaded. My seed is strong.”
Eris snarls.
Rhysand strokes his slick cock, precum already blooming. “Your choice, Eris. Do you want to raise a Night heir or an Autumn one?”
Possible Part 2: Rhys hasn’t yet demonstrated why he was called in to consult. He intends to prove his value with a hands-on lesson in technique. Eris may find the instruction… unexpectedly interactive.
Arriving in the Winter Court in the middle of a storm has you shivering all over. Luckily, your two best friends are ready to keep you warm.
warnings: none
note: happy day 2 of @polysjmweek ! this was my favorite fic to write for the week because it gave me the best idea for day 7 which is a pretty steamy fic (pun intended, you'll get it in part 2 lol)
“Mother above,” you say through chattering teeth. You were no stranger to cold or harsh winter days in the Night Court. But the winter season in the Winter Court is truly something else. If you had known how cold and windy it was going to be you would’ve winnowed with Mor instead of visiting your friend in a nearby village first, then making the trek over to the palace. Thankfully it wasn't a long walk in the blizzard, though it felt like it.
As guards close to the doors to the massive palace once you’re inside you spot your favorite Illyrians led by one of Viviane’s assistants. Azriel sees you first, his hazel eyes lighting up as he takes you in. You notice the corners of his lips drop as he sees that you're shivering, his shadows curling next to his ears. He politely excuses himself and Cassian from the female and rush over to you.
“Thank goodness you made it in one piece.” Cassian says, pulling you into a giant warm hug. “Once the weather turned for the worst I had half a mind to go out looking for you.”
“I was fine Cass, honest.” You appreciated how worried your friends were but sometimes they could be over dramatic. Especially Cassian.
“You must be freezing,” Azriel says, freeing you from Cassian’s hold. He slips off your gloves cupping his hands around yours to heat them. “A little,” you giggle at Azriel’s touch. Heat flooding your cheeks at the way he looks at you with such care and gentleness. “Let’s get you warmed up then.” Az rests a scarred hand on your lower back to guide you towards your room for the next few days.
Cassian opens the door ushering you inside. A fire is already burning bright in the small hearth of the guest room and soft fur blankets are piled on the end of the bed. Your bag rests on a foot stool by the dresser waiting for you to unpack thanks to Mor.
“Here, let me help,” Azriel unbuttons your coat, sliding it off along with your hat and scarf. All of which are wet from the snow storm outside. Cassian wordlessly strides over to your bag to dig out fresh warm clothes for you. They reluctantly leave you to get settled for a bit since Rhys called them away.
You climb under the covers still violently shivering from your walk. A knock sounds on the door as you pull a blanket around your shoulders, Az and Cass poke their heads in. “We just wanted to check on you before our next meeting.” Cass says. “And we brought you something.” Az holds up a pair of dark, thick wool socks, the ones you have always been jealous of because they seem so warm.
Azriel kneels next to your bed gesturing for you to turn to him. You let him slip the socks on your feet as you try to bite back a smile. “Thank you,” you whisper. “You’re welcome.” Az says, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. You wished his lips lingered. That his hands weren’t afraid to caress you. You look up at him with bright eyes as the heat fades from your cheeks.
Cassian ruffles your hair, his large hand lingering comfortably on the back of your head. You hold back from leaning into his grasp. His hand slips from your hair and he longingly looks at his palm.
Instead of saying anything, Cassian wraps the abandoned blanket snug around your shoulders, and pulls the down blanket, along with two throws over your lap. “Can we get you anything?” Your eyes quickly dart to the book poking out of your bag but you feel too bad to ask for it. Azriel notices as well as his shadows. The little wisps transport it from your bag to your lap making you smile.
“Warm up, love. We’ll check on you before dinner.” You nod at them as they leave, wishing they would stay and cuddle you. You’ve had dreams where you’re squished between them–some dreams less innocent than others. One day, maybe, you’ll get the courage to say something when you’re not cold and pathetic looking.
Azriel and Cassian couldn’t focus to save their lives. Their minds focused on you.
Are you warm yet? Your hands and face were so pale and cold it made them worry. Should they have called for a healer to check you over?
Too many questions ran through their heads as Rhys and Kal discussed borders and other High Lord duties they could commiserate in.
Azriel knew with a certainty that it was the mating bond that connected you to him and Cassian. He hadn’t stopped shivering since he laid eyes on you and he is rarely this cold. The Illyrians shared a look, as if to ask each other the same question of how and when?
Alpha!HighKing+Queen!Feysand x Omega!Tamlin'sDaughter!Reader
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Summary: Your first night of the courting season goes swimmingly, with your attention caught by a certain couple.
Warnings: Omegaverse, smut, fingering
Words: 4.1k
Author's Note: I am shooketh that I actually finished this chapter in two days (minus today for editing). Cause it's been close to a yeaaaar since I've written for this lol. Pretty coool. I hope you guys like it!! Pleaseee lemme know what you think ☺️
18+ only pls
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The week passed in a blur of dress fittings and dancing lessons, your mother and Lucien doing everything they could to prepare you for the season. Each night was marked by a dream- one that slipped away the moment you awoke the next morning, leaving you wanting. Though for what, you weren’t entirely sure.
You’d nearly finished the diorama for your High King and Queen, all that was left was to make the cherry blossom trees bloom- you still had yet to decide if you would bloom them before leaving Spring, or if you would wait until presenting the gift as a final flourish.
And now… Now there was only one night’s sleep until you would be introduced to the rest of Prythian, until you would finally taste the air outside of Spring. You were nervous, of course, but the excitement was starting to wash over you.
All of your things were packed. You had five chests full of clothing, your most comforting nesting materials, and the materials for a few of your hobbies to keep you busy in the time that you’re alone, which you would prefer to be very little. After all, this was the first time that you were leaving the familiarity of Spring, the first time that you would meet so many other fae from different courts.
It was difficult, falling asleep. Even with a stuffed wolf tucked to your chest, you tossed and turned for over an hour. You sighed and stared at the moon through the open curtains. Such a beautiful sight, and such beautiful light that radiated from it. Everything looked prettier under the glow of the moon, lit up in silver.
After a few minutes of admiring the night sky, your eyes finally began to feel heavy, a yawn escaping your lips. Slowly, they closed, your mind finally sinking into sleep.
Your eyes opened only briefly before you sank back into your bed. It was extra cozy tonight, warmth soaking into you from both sides, likely from how high you’d built your nest this time.
“Are you awake, darling?” a voice whispered from your right, and you turned your head to see a beautiful female with hypnotizing blue-grey eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled softly.
“Good, we have a few things we want to do to you,” a male said from your left, his lips pressing to your mating gland a moment later. Your breath hitched at the contact and the male chuckled, repeating the action and slinging an arm over your waist to tug you closer. You melted into him, baring your throat further, a low moan leaving you when he scraped his teeth over the same spot.
“Such a pretty noise from our pretty girl,” the female sighed, scootching closer to cage you between herself and the male. Her fingers started drawing absent minded circles on your stomach, the sensation almost ticklish, yet still adding to the growing heat between your thighs.
You were near squirming when the male’s hand slipped beneath your nightgown, a thick finger running through your folds. You could feel his smirk against your skin as he brought the finger to his mouth, licking it clean of your slick. “Such a delicious little omega,” he purred.
“Soon we’ll be able to taste you every day,” the female said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’ll want for nothing with us, pretty girl.”
Your body shuddered when that finger returned to your folds, gathering a bit of slick before circling your clit. You turned to look at the male, lips parted to say something, though you didn’t know what, when you met his starry violet eyes and nearly stopped breathing. His gaze held you still as he played with your clit, working you towards your peak skillfully.
Teeth scraped gently over your mating gland on the side opposite him, soft moans leaving you as the female alternated between teeth and tongue. Between the two of them, you fell over the edge quickly, moaning into the male’s mouth when he claimed yours in a kiss. A hand turned your head to the other side, plush, hungry lips meeting yours. You melted into the kiss, body boneless between them.
A warm, wet mouth wrapped around one of your nipples just as a finger began to slide into your sex, the fire within you burning bright once more-
You woke with a start, heart racing as you listened to the knocking outside your door. Your room smelled of arousal, your thighs sticky with slick from the dream you’d had, though when you tried to recall it, it only slipped further from your grasp.
“Y/N, meet us downstairs for breakfast please,” your father said through the door.
“Alright, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” you replied, thankful that he didn’t attempt to open your door, instead walking down the hallway towards the dining room.
You practically jumped from your bed and into the bath, desperate to make yourself smell presentable and not like you were about to start your heat. Your hair could wait to be washed until after breakfast, saving you much needed time. After all, you would hate to leave your family waiting long on possibly one of the last mornings you would have breakfast together before you were mated.
While in the bath, you decided to bloom the cherry blossom trees of the diorama when you present the gift to your High King and Queen. You hoped that it would showcase that you’d created the piece yourself, leaving a good impression on them.
Ten minutes was all it took for you to clean and dry yourself, as well as throw on a simple day dress and a pair of flats, and then you were out the door and hurrying down the hallway and staircase. Tamlin, Lilia, and Lucien were seated at the table already, plates still mostly full as they discussed the upcoming season.
“Ah, sweetheart! How are you feeling?” Lilia asked excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.
“Good, mama. A little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything now,” you said with a grin as you took your seat.
“That’s how I felt before my season, too. I’m certain that you’ll find an alpha quickly,” she tittered, gazing off into space, likely imagining grandchildren. You filled your plate, taking a bite of your pancakes as you watched her drift into fantasy land.
“Don’t feel pressured to choose one this year, Y/N,” Tamlin warned, still sounding like he hated the idea of you going at all.
“I won’t, papa. I’ll make sure that whoever I choose is right for me,” you reassured him, patting his hand gently and giving him a smile. That had his shoulders untensing just a bit, though he still seemed on edge.
Breakfast passed quickly, and the afternoon even faster. Your hair had been washed, dried, and pinned into an elegant bun with sprigs of baby’s breath strewn throughout. Then you’d dressed, that elegant white dress still fitting you perfectly, and a pair of white stilettos of modest height finished the outfit.
Now, you were standing in the foyer, waiting for your mother and father. Your things had been sent ahead with Lucien, who had left early to seek out his mate before the season officially started. All that you had to carry was the diorama you had made, carefully cradled in your arms.
Footsteps sounded behind you and you turned, smiling at the sight of your parents walking hand in hand. Tamlin gently pried the present from your grip, leaving your arms free to embrace Lilia. Two weeks would be the longest you’d ever gone without seeing your mother, and you knew that the separation would be difficult.
“I’ll miss you, my darling daughter,” Lilia said tearily as she pulled back, holding you by the shoulders and meeting your eyes, a solemn look on her face. “Remember what I said about making sure you want someone for who they are, Y/N.”
“I will, mama,” you promised, certain that you would be able to separate their alpha-ness from your own emotions. “Don’t get too bored while I’m gone,” you said with a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.
Lilia chuckled. “I won’t, dear. Don’t give your father too much trouble.”
“I won’t,” you laughed, watching as Tamlin’s shoulders relaxed a bit. Good, he shouldn’t worry about you during the next two weeks. You would be just fine, with all the protections in place.
“I suppose I’ll see you in two weeks,” Lilia said softly.
“See you in two weeks, mama.” You gave her one last squeeze before stepping away and grasping one of your father’s hands. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” your mother said, and in the next moment you were passing through the fabric of the world. When you stopped, you steadied yourself against the unwavering strength of Tamlin. Winnowing always made your head spin for a moment, and when it passed you were standing upright, tugging the diorama back into your hands.
The hall you’d landed in was small, just large enough to fit the twenty or so omegas and their chaperones. As your mother had predicted, most of the other omegas were dressed in extravagant finery, their jewelry glinting in the light. The room was mostly silent, the scent of nerves and excitement weaving through the air as you waited for the ceremony to start.
It only took a few minutes for the double doors to open, a beautiful blonde alpha standing in the doorway.
“Good evening, everyone!” she said brightly, all chatter stopping as people turned to pay attention. “My name is Morrigan, it’s lovely to meet you all. I know you are all wanting to be presented first, but unfortunately there can only be one lucky omega in that position. As is tradition, omegas from the Night Court will be presented first, then Day, Dawn, Winter, and so on. You will all have a moment where the attention is on you, not to worry,” she said when a few omegas groaned. “Now, first to be presented is Jyllian Aran, pleased follow me.”
The omega excitedly bounced to the doors, her chaperone following quickly behind, and the doors shut behind them.
As promised, Spring was the last court to be presented. For over an hour you waited, watching as omega after omega had their name called. You did your best to be patient, but your feet had already begun to ache slightly once the omegas that you recognized from Spring were called. You gave both of them a bright smile as they were led into the main hall, leaving you and your father alone in the now much larger feeling room.
Five minutes passed before Morrigan returned, a smile on her face as she called out your name and beckoned you forward. Tamlin trailed behind you, taking the diorama from your grasp once more so you would be able to curtsy properly.
Your heart was in your throat as you were led to a set of ornate double doors. Morrigan stepped to the side just as the doors opened, revealing the High King and Queen’s court to you for the first time. Polished ebony spread over the entirety of the room, and there were hundreds of fae inside, all of them staring at you. Color rushed to your cheeks at the feeling, amplified when you were introduced by a male standing to your right. You held your head high as you walked in even steps towards the thrones atop a dais at the far end of the room. Behind them were great pillars in the same gleaming ebony, carved with beasts and stretching high into the gloom that hid the ceiling.
Crossing felt like an eternity with all those eyes on you, and time slowed even further when you saw the couple sitting in their thrones.
You could have sworn you recognized their eyes, the star-flecked violet and hypnotizing blue-gray that were trained on you - but that was impossible.
A few steps before you reached the dais, you stopped, dropping into a curtsy and holding the position, your eyes trained on the floor. A minute passed, then another.
“Rise,” the male said coolly. “What an honor it is to finally meet you, Princess of Spring.” Violet eyes flicked to Tamlin, fury burning within them. “Tell me, how old are you?”
“Twenty-four, your majesty,” you said with another curtsy.
“Twenty-four years that Prythian had another princess, and we didn’t know,” the female said, disappointment lacing her words. “Tamlin, I thought we’d overcome our past,” she sighed.
“We have, my Queen,” Tamlin said, inclining his head. “I merely wanted to keep a close eye on her until I deemed her ready for Court.”
“I certainly think she’s ready, don’t you Feyre?” the male asked, eyes roving over you.
“I agree, my love. It would have been a shame for a beauty such as her to miss the courting season for another five years. Now, what have you brought for Rhys and I?” Feyre asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
You turned to take the diorama from your father, worried at the look on his face, but you ignored it for the time being, instead turning back to the King and Queen. Feyre beckoned you up the steps of the dais, their scents washing over you as you did. Lilac and pears mixed with citrus and sea made you dizzy with need in an instant, something you hoped they wouldn’t notice. You presented the diorama to her, sending a pulse of your magic out to make the cherry blossoms bloom, tiny petals drifting down to the earth inside.
“Beautiful,” she said, though her eyes were on you. Your cheeks flushed at her compliment, and you curtsied before making your way back down the steps. “Did you make this yourself?”
“Yes, your majesty. I only had help with the glass dome and running water.”
“Tamlin, you should be proud of your daughter. She seems to be quite talented.” You couldn’t help the small smile on your face at Rhys’s compliment.
“Thank you, my King,” Tamlin said, voice strained.
“Now, I believe it is time for the dancing to begin,” Rhys said, already gesturing to the band in one corner of the room to begin playing. Tamlin lead you to the area that the other omegas were waiting before pulling away from you, a tight smile on his lips.
The music began, a beautiful waltz that had you itching with anticipation. Immediately, alphas surged forward from the other side of the room, only a lucky few making it to an omega in time.
A male with russet hair approached you, extending a hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Princess. My name is Thorne. Would you care for a dance?”
“I would love to, Thorne,” you said with a bright smile, accepting his hand. He led you to the dance floor where couples were already dancing in time to the music, not wasting a moment to sweep you into his arms. His scent was pleasant enough, a blend of oak and warm vanilla. As he led you around the dance floor, a feeling sank into you.
This was not the alpha for you.
Still, you enjoyed the dance and accepted the coin that he slipped into your hand, then tucked it into the small pouch dangling from your wrist once the music halted.
Another tune started up in the next moment, and another alpha approached you. This one smelled of freshly trimmed grass and rain, and you guessed that he was from Spring. “My name is Soren, it’s wonderful to finally meet you, my Princess. I’d heard tales of your beauty, but they pale in comparison to the real thing,” he said with a grin, contagious enough that you couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’m pleased to meet you as well, Soren. What area of Spring are you from?”
“I come from the town of Oropa, along the eastern coast. I would love to show it to you someday.” The sparkle in his eyes told you he was sincere, though you felt something… off about the invitation.
“That sounds lovely,” you said politely, hoping that the dance would end soon. He seemed nice enough, but the feeling you had told you that he was unlikely to be the alpha for you.
The night went on, with you swept into dance after dance by what felt like every alpha in the room. Your feet grew more sore with each dance, and you wished for a short reprieve to rest them for just a moment. The song you were dancing to with a dark haired female came to an end, and you accepted the coin that she slid into your hand. You turned to leave the floor, hoping to grab a refreshment and sit in one of the many chairs dotting the room, but were stopped by a soft hand grabbing yours.
“Would you honor me with a dance, Princess?” The scent of lilac and pears washed over you before you were able to turn and look at her. Your Queen, Feyre was holding your hand gently, a hopeful smile on her face. The ache in your feet disappeared when you looked at her, those blue-gray eyes holding you captive.
“I would love to, my Queen,” you said softly, curtsying the smallest bit before you let her lead you back to the center of the dance floor. You hardly heard the music as you were wrapped in her presence, following her lead without a hint of nerves. Something about her felt right.
Songs ended and started, and Feyre kept you in her hold. “I don’t believe I’ve told you how beautiful you are, love,” she whispered into your ear during your fifth dance.
Your cheeks flushed scarlet and you mumbled, “I should be the one saying that to you.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” Feyre asked with a beaming smile, one that you couldn’t help but return.
“Yes,” you breathed, delighting at the way her eyes sparkled. Only a few seconds later, the song ended and you came to a stop, pressed closely to Feyre.
“You’re a sweet little omega, aren’t you?” a voice purred from behind you. You turned your head to see Rhys, your King, standing behind you, a hand outstretched. “May I borrow her for a dance or two, my darling?"
Feyre’s chest rumbled for a brief moment before she slowly loosened her hold on you. “I suppose you can, but I expect to have at least one more dance before the night ends. Does that sound nice, love?” Feyre asked you.
“That would be lovely, your majesty,” you said with a curtsy, a heavy blush staining your cheeks.
“Come here,” Rhys demanded, tugging you away from Feyre and into his grasp. His large hand on your waist sent a flash of heat through you, spurred on by the way he pressed you tightly against him. The song started just as you met, and he immediately swept you into the dance. His eyes held yours captive, the stars swirling within them too beautiful to look away from.
With the way he smirked at you, you almost believed that he had heard your thoughts.
“Your court is lovely,” you said, hoping that your voice didn’t sound nearly as breathy as you thought.
“Thank you, darling. I’m looking forward to showing you the even more beautiful parts of our court,” Rhys said with a smile, violet eyes crinkling at the edges.
“More beautiful?” you asked, wondering how something could be prettier than this. The carvings could be terrifying, if you thought yourself in danger, but you found them to be magnificent instead. Such craftsmanship must have taken ages, and you’d only seen the holding room and the throne room so far.
“Yes, darling. The Night Court holds many treasures, and with your arrival it has gained another.” The heat that spread over your cheeks was burning, and you were certain that you were as red as a tomato.
“Thank you, my King,” you said with lowered eyes, suddenly overtaken with how bold he and Feyre were.
The dance ended and you came to a halt, though Rhys kept you close to him, his eyes seeing straight to your soul. Between them and his heavenly citrus and sea scent, you were surprised you were still standing, though you supposed Rhys’s grip on your waist and hand was enough to keep you upright. The next tune started and you began moving again. Your eyes caught on Feyre, sitting on her throne once more, her stunning eyes tracking your and Rhys’s movements whenever you got a glimpse of her.
The ache in your feet had all but disappeared since the two of them had held you captive in their arms, your excitement at how comfortable you felt with them distracting you from the pain.
You couldn’t understand why they didn’t get along with your father.
Dance after dance passed, sometimes with quiet conversation and others with silence as those violet eyes held yours, the world melting away as you stared into their depths.
Soon enough, though, Feyre stole you from his arms with a soft laugh, twirling you before pulling you close once more.
“I hope you’ll save time for us over the next two weeks,” Feyre said. “I know that I would like to spend more time with you, and I’m sure that Rhys feels the same.”
“Of course I will, my Queen,” you said with a smile. And you meant it - they were the only alphas that you had felt truly comfortable with tonight. Not that you wouldn’t give others more chances, seeing as it was unlikely that the King and Queen would choose you as their omega.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Feyre beamed.
The song came to a close and the two of you stopped moving. You expected another song to start up in only a few moments, still held tightly against Feyre.
“Ladies and gentlefae, the night has come to a close. Omegas, please follow Lady Elain to your quarters, and chaperones, follow the General to your own,” Rhys said from atop the dais, his voice booming through the chatter that had started in the silence.
You reluctantly extracted yourself from Feyre, smiling shyly at her. “Have a good night, my Queen,” you said with a curtsy.
“And you as well, darling,” Feyre said, waving her fingers at you as you made your way to where the other omegas had gathered.
Lady Elain led you through the city, going up two flights of stairs and through numerous hallways before coming to a closed set of double doors. They swung open at her presence and she beckoned for everyone to follow her.
Inside was a long hallway, with doors spanning the length in even distances, each with a name painted on its surface. “Find your rooms, dears! Breakfast runs from eight to ten, out the double doors and to the right by one door. If you have trouble finding your way, don’t worry. I will be around, and your chaperones will be able to lead you through the city without issue once you are outside of this hallway.”
Just as your mother had said. You were even more grateful now for the time she had taken to explain the season and its schedule to you.
You found your room easily, the fourth door on the right. Inside were all of your things, waiting to be unpacked. Your energy levels were still high, though you kicked off your shoes before you began putting everything away into the provided closet and drawers.
Once you were done, you flopped onto the bed.
So far, the only alphas you were interested in were the only ones who were off-limits. Even as a Princess, you knew that there was no way you could be claimed by them. They were mates after all, and nothing could get between that.
You let out a heavy sigh before standing once more, ready to take a quick bath and finish your nightly routine. You did just that, stripping out of your dress and setting your coin pouch on your nightstand. You sank into the warmth of the water, enjoying the heat for a few minutes before washing your skin. Once your skin was dry, you wrapped yourself in a towel and began taking down your hair, carefully picking out the sprigs of baby’s breath and placing them into your box of enchanted flowers once more. And finally, your teeth were cleaned and your face was washed.
You slid into a light blue nightgown that reached your knees, then pulled your hair into a lazy braid for the night. The bed was soft as a cloud, supporting you perfectly. With the comfort it brought and your favorite pillow and blanket, you were out like a light.
warnings: none, reader is an over thinker for nothing. short n sweet!
a/n: written for day 2 of @polysjmweek
Your hands trembled slightly as you walked between your mates—Cassian on your left, Azriel on your right, their warmth a reassuring contrast to the cold panic settling in your bones.
A throuple mating bond was rare. Unheard of, even.
Would the High Lord believe it? Would they think it was all some ploy to get close to the General and Spymaster of the Night Court?
What if they didn’t approve? What if they thought it was too brazen? If the High Lord insisted that you must pick one to uphold the image of the royal family?
Cassian must have sensed the spike of anxiety rolling off you, because his fingers found yours, squeezing gently. “You’re shaking, sweetheart.”
You let out a nervous laugh. “Can you blame me?”
Azriel, always attuned to your emotions, brushed a soothing hand down your back. “We told you, they’ll love you. You have nothing to worry about.”
“You don’t know that,” you mumbled.
Azriel’s expression softened, but it was Cassian who stopped in his tracks, his grip on your hand tightening. “Hey.” You turned to find his hazel eyes burning with conviction. “You’re ours. No one gets to question that. Not even our family.”
Azriel nodded, shadows curling around his shoulders as if they had their own points to add to the conversation. “And if they do question it, we’ll handle it. Together.”
The love in their gazes, the unwavering devotion—it was enough to steady you.
And so, with a deep breath, you let them continue guiding you to the River House.
Laughter spilled from the sitting room as you entered. The warmth of a fire crackled in the hearth, golden light flickering over the gathered group.
Rhys lounged in an armchair, his arm draped over Feyre’s shoulders as she murmured something that made him grin. Morrigan was sprawled across the couch, sipping wine, while Amren sat cross-legged beside her, twirling a goblet between her fingers. Nesta and Elain were curled up on the loveseat, engaged in quiet conversation, but it was Nyx—perched on his mother’s lap—who noticed the new arrivals first.
His bright blue eyes widened as he pointed and announced, “Uncle Cassian and Uncle Az brought someone!”
Silence fell and you froze. All at once, every gaze locked onto you.
Rhysand was the first to stand, his expression unreadable. “Well, well,” he mused, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “I was wondering when you two would stop keeping secrets.”
Cassian chuckled, placing a hand on your lower back, grounding you. Or keeping you from running out the door. “Not a secret. Just… something we wanted to take our time with.”
Azriel gave a slow nod. “We wanted to introduce her when she was ready.”
Morrigan set down her wine, sitting up straighter. “And she is…?”
Cassian grinned down at you. “Our mate.”
You felt like you might implode on the spot, your cheeks warming with all the attention on you. You hadn’t really talked about how they would introduce you to their family but this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind.
“Holy shit.” Mor gaped.
Feyre blinked, looking between the three of you. “A throuple bond?”
Even Amren looked mildly intrigued, which was practically the equivalent of shock for her. “That is rare.”
Your throat felt dry as you swallowed, heart pounding. “I—I know this is… unexpected.”
Feyre smiled gently. “Unexpected doesn’t mean unwelcome.”
You hesitated. “You mean it?”
Rhys’s violet eyes twinkled. “Darling, we’re Fae. The Mother works in mysterious ways.” He lifted a hand, summoning a few bottles of wine with his magic. “Now, I believe a celebration is in order.”
A soft, relieved laugh left you as the tension in your chest unraveled.
Cassian pulled you to the couch, settling you between him and Azriel as drinks were passed around. His arm draped over your shoulders while Azriel’s fingers found yours again, holding them tight.
Mor leaned forward eagerly. “Okay, spill. How’d you three meet?”
Cassian grinned, nudging you. “Should we tell them?”
You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming again. “I think you should tell them.”
Azriel’s lips twitched in amusement, and he glanced at Cassian. “Go on, big guy.”
Cassian launched into the story—how he’d met you first, how you and Azriel had danced around each other like wary predators until the bond had finally snapped into place one fateful night.
“And you took your time accepting it?” Nesta asked, her sharp gaze assessing.
You nodded, voice softer. “They wanted to give me space. To process it and make sure I really wanted it before committing.”
Azriel’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. “We knew from the start that we loved her. But we also knew that this was uncommon. We didn’t want to rush her on such a big decision.”
Cassian kissed the top of your head. “And we don’t regret a second of it.”
The warmth in their voices, the utter certainty—it made your heart swell.
Mor sighed dramatically. “That’s so romantic.”
Elain smiled. “It is.”
Nesta gave a small nod. “Indeed.”
Rhys chuckled, raising his glass. “To our new sister. And to this rare, extraordinary bond.”
Glasses clinked.
Your heart, once burdened with fear, felt lighter than ever.
Cassian squeezed your shoulder, Azriel pressed a whisper of a kiss to your temple, and you knew there was only one meaning behind the feeling in your chest, the relaxing in your shoulders. You were home.
Summary - Finding out you were pregnant should have been the best news. It's too bad you don't know which of your three mates is possibly the father, though.
Prompt - Day 3 - Secrets
Warnings - slightly hidden pregnancy trope, pregnancy, being put in a protective bubble, alcohol mentioned, slightly angsty but I know some of you are hurting from all the angst going around so it turns to Fluff quickly.
A/N - Happy @polyacotarweek day 3! I almost turned this into a Lucien x Reader x Tamlin fic before I decided to keep it with the batboys to include Starfall. There is still an urge to make a Spring Court Trouple version of this, though, so let me know. Also, I included how I imagined Rhysand discovering Feyre's pregnancy went. As much as I hate the storyline, I can see him being so emotional over a baby
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Madja held your hand in hers as you cried. You cried from joy, from frustration, from shock, from sadness. This should have been the happiest news of your long life, but you found yourself more confused than anything.
“It is a blessing from the Mother, y/n.” She ran a hand along your cheek, “They will be overjoyed.”
The laugh you let out was bitter. “I can't even tell them who the father is.”
“Does it matter in this type of relationship? All of them will be happy. They all want a family with you, together."
To you, it mattered. It mattered so deeply that two weeks into knowing, you still had your scent glamored when your mates were home, hiding the babe from them until you thought of the perfect thing to say.
Guilt had started eating at you as you pulled away from them, lying about stress from the new play you were asked to write the symphony for. Azriel so desperately wanted a family, even if he would not admit it, and was willing to wait until after you had given his brothers their babies. Cassian wanted a daughter more than he wanted food some days. He spoke about it constantly, about how he would braid her hair and purchase her beautiful dresses. Rhys wanted every baby you two passed on the street, always stopping to say hello and get to hold the smallest members of his court. He said it was practice for when you would bless him. Son or daughter, it did not matter to him.
You felt like this was bound to disappoint two of them, a babe, but not theirs. You signed as you continued putting away the sheet music you had been composing on. "What are we going to do, little one?" You placed a hand on your stomach.
You were home alone, magic completely dropped, and so deep into organizing your next big composition, you had not noticed Rhys walking in with two glasses of champagne until they had long shattered on the floor.
“Baby,” he whispered. He fell to his knees before you, hands gripping your hips gently as his forehead rested against your lower stomach. “Baby.”
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, basking in the joy he was sending so deep down the bond that your other two mates appeared. Cassian, always with weapons in hand, dropped them instantly. He didn't even care as they joined the scatter glass and champagne on the floor. He was at your and Rhysand's side instantly, kissing you deeply before kneeling next to Rhys and kissing the side of you stomach. Azriel had frozen, eyes wide and staring at you. “You're sure?”
All Rhys could do was nod, whispering again, “Baby. We're having a baby."
Dinner was a celebration just the four of you. The males all too happily planning out a nursery. You pushed the food around your plate, feeling too guilty to enjoy the meal Cassian had made you all. “Y/n, what's wrong?” Azriel pulled you to him. “Is it the babe? Do you need to lay down?”
You felt tears begin to fall as the guilt consumed you. “I don't know which one of you is the father.”
You waited. Waited for the 3 of them to fight, to lay claim to the babe, but Cassian and Rhys just both looked at Azriel and then you. “It is technically Azriel's,” the High Lord spoke slowly. “You smell like him. But it is also mine. Also, Cassian's. The babe is ours. We all are it's father.”
“But-”
“Sweetheart,” Cassian took your hand. “We knew once this bond happened, there was a chance you would get pregnant, and we wouldn't know who fathered the baby until the scent kicked in.. We do not want to be fathers, though. We want to be dads. We love you and the little babe, regardless of you smelling like Azriel.”
Azriel was nuzzled into you. “We accepted a long time ago that everything you got pregnant, you would smell like only one of us, and that one of us would get more protective.” He kept scenting you. “I would have been happy if it was Rhysand's or Cassian's.”
Rhysand finally spoke again. “A babe is always a means for Celebration as well.” You groaned. “I am thinking of an announcement at Starfall? With all of our family there?”
“That's only 2 weeks for me to plan and put something together.” You were used to Rhysand giving you short deadlines for things involving your family, the rest of the Inner Circle, and the Court of Nightmares, but for all of Velaris? You held those events to such high standards, and had since Rhysand asked you to take over that duty as High Lady.
“You could keep it simple this time?” You turned slowly to Cassian, glaring as he put his hands up in surrender. “Or not. Murder hormones kicked in today. Noted."
And “simple” had no place in the description of what you had done. You had made the choice to have the Rainbow opened to the celebration, watching as guests admired every faelight enchanted to twinkle like the stars themselves, watching as every guest took their turns on the dance floor you had put temporarily into the center of the large open theater. Rhys had allowed you to spare no expense. Vendors had made countless cakes and treats, food was plenty, drinks were pouring, and the orchestra played lively music.
You were shielded in the magic bubble all three males had demanded you be put in, but it wasn't enough for Azriel, who hung behind you like a constant threat even in his finest dress clothing.
Your own dress showed the smallest curve where your child was growing, causing every guest who greeted you and High Lord to pass their congratulations unknowing of the circumstances. “Won't they all shit when they figure out Az put a baby in you first?” You slammed an elbow into Cassian's stomach, smiling at an elderly couple as they held Rhysand's hands, praising him for bringing the city all together to celebrate a Night Court tradition and such a joyous announcement.
“We are just getting some of them okay with the idea of all of us as a mated unit. Let's not cause any heart attacks, Cassian.” He nodded to your statement and held a water glass to your mouth.
“Going to be a long night, sweetheart. Let's stay hydrated.”
The music switched to a soft violin based turn, one you had composed as Starfall began. Azriel held you close as everyone's attention turned to the sky, including yours. All three of your mates had their eyes locked on you, soft smiles on their faces as they watched the childlike wonder wash over you despite years of witnessing the event. “Always so beautiful.”
“Of course you are,” Azriel whispered. “And you will look even more beautiful when you begin to show more.”
“I can't wait,” Rhysand's hand went to that small bump, “To hold our babe.”
Cassian's hand rested on Rhysand. “Our baby. The first of many.”
“We would toast you, darling, but no champagne for you,” Rhysand handed a glass to Cass and Az, then water to you. “Darling?”
“To the stars who listen,” your voice broke as tears of joy came.
“And the dreams that are answered,” they all echoed.
Prompts are here! Remember these are more guidelines than rules and you're welcome to interpret them however you'd like within the bounds of ethical/consensual non-monogamy. If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out!
Day 1 - 4/5: Positions
What compromising or uncompromising positions does your group get into? Take this prompt with as much spice or sweetness as you’d like.
Day 2 - 4/6: Climate
How does the political, economic, or environmental climate affect your group? An excuse to write an elements-related AU or an in-depth commentary on the world your group exists in.
Day 3 - 4/7: Exposed
Exposure can be physical, mental, or emotional. Is your group exposed in the wilderness? Accidentally outed? Trying something new?
Day 4 - 4/8: Favorite Trope
What it says on the tin! How does your favorite trope change when applied to a CNM situation? Or can it be applied directly?
Day 5 - 4/9: Royalty
How does your group make each other feel like royalty? Or are they actually canon royalty? Maybe this is the perfect excuse to write a prince/princess/pauper AU.
Day 6 - 4/10: Peace
How does your group find peace? Is that peace with themselves, amongst the group, or with those around them?
Day 7 - 4/11: Why Choose?
Welcome to free day! Pick your favorite prompt ideas or tropes and mash them together! Or take it literally and create a why choose scenario for your group.
My first modern AU ACOTAR fic for @polysjmweek! I wanted to highlight some of the difficulties people in relationships that don't fit the traditional binary face, and some of the ways they can be overcome.
Cassian and Azriel prepare to propose to Nesta, which forces them to face the reality of trying to marry as a polyamorous couple. They end up on a walk down memory lane trying to pick out the perfect ring.
Thank you to @jellybeanjellyfishblog for giving this a quick read and being so supportive! Read the complete fic on AO3 or find a snipped below!
The bell above the boutique jewelry store door jangled sweetly as Cassian and Azriel pushed it open. Cassian felt entirely too large to be such a small room littered with delicate displays and glass tabletops. He curved his shoulder in, trying to make his frame take up less space. Azriel instantly noticed and rolled his eyes at him.
“Come on, you’re being ridiculous.”
“What if I knock something over, Az? I don’t want to break anything!” Cassian hissed in a half-whisper as Azriel pushed him further into the shop, letting the door swing shut behind them.
“Then don’t break anything, Cass!”
“But—”
Az turned on him. “No buts. We’re doing this, and we’re doing it together okay?”
Cassian couldn't help the smirk that lifted up the side of his lips. “I love it when you get bossy.”
“I know you do,” Az responded, the feral glint Cassian recognized all too well shining in his eye. “So be a good boy, don’t knock anything over, help me pick a ring, and we can get home to play.”
His breathing picked up, chest heaving as Cassian tried to control his response to Azriel using those words on him. “You can’t do that to me in public,” he said, moving his hand in front of his obviously tenting pants.
Az leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. “I can, and I will. You love it.”
“I do,” Cassian responded with a smile, his lips brushing Azriel’s as he spoke.
Finish the fic here.
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