Likw, princess treatment, and maybe like babe give reader piggyback rides/carry her when her feet hurt and they do her hair and like they are also extremely clingy to her so it’s definitely not one-sided especially as he needs like so much reassurance which is perfect for reader because she also needs a lot of reassurance and has also a lot of like insecurities just like az but you know, so is rhysand so they are both extremely clingy with reader
You Are In Love
Rhysriel x reader
A/n: this is part 2 to attached at the hip. I hope you guys don’t find this too repetitive, I tried to make it different and add more details from previous hc’s.
Warnings: mentions of cock warming, sex, and oral fixation
You’ve always been a touchy clingy person. You need that reassurance from your mates that they are there with you, never leaving you. It had been a problem in pervious relationships that partners found very annoying
Rhys is the more touchy one and does more acts of service or you and Azriel
One of Rhys’s favorite acts of service/bonding things with you is doing your hair. He likes washing it and brushing it out for you since he is much gentler with it than you
One time he caught you tugging with the brush on a knot and he was horrified
“Why would you do that to your head, darling?” He asked in a chastising tone as he took the brush, sitting you at your vanity to finish your hair
Rhys can braid thanks to his mother and sister, so when he’s feeling adventurous and you’re sick of hair clips you have him do these lovely, intricate braids
When Rhys is done he always leaves a long, soft kiss on the back of your head and whispers, “Perfect, my darling.”
Rhys is always giving you piggy back rides and always finding an excuse to sweep you off your feet (Az doesn’t usually because of his wings and you don’t want to hurt him)
But Rhys will carry you any and everywhere, especially if your feet hurt after a night of dancing at Rita’s. Az carry’s your shoes while you cling to Rhys on the walk home
Azriel is more quality time with you
He likes having you near and will always find a reason to have his hands on you
You are very touchy with them and you make sure to show Azriel the most physical attention like rubbing lotion on his hands when they’re dry, letting him lay on your chest after a long day and you play with his hair. He practically purrs like a cat
Azriel likes to keep you on his lap, your touch keeps him grounded and helps his mind from running wild
When they’re both gone you feel so empty inside
You have no idea what to do with yourself
What, do they think you’re supposed to entertain yourself with? You want them to entertain you, give you things to do
If it’s just to the Hewn City or Windhaven you go with them. They hate taking you to Windhaven but you would rather die than be left alone in the house when they aren’t that far away
Even though they don’t like taking you around the camp you don’t let them tell you no. You attend meetings with Rhys and walk around holding hands. Rhys keeps you glued to his side until you get back to his mother’s old house
After care is so important for you (and them of course), especially if they were both rough with you. You just needed to know that they’d stay even though the three of you share a bed
Even though you each have your own spot in bed you always insist Rhys and Az basically share a pillow with you. If they’d let you, you would just lay across the two of them. They told you no because you would be uncomfortable and they don’t want to deal with a grumpy you in the morning
Feeling the need to be extremely close after a slow and sensual session where they poured all their love into you was also important to you
You just felt so much love you didn’t want to let go of it
What you want is for them to be stuck to you forever but you’ll take these moments where they’re holding you close, drifting off to sleep, making it feel like forever
Az and Rhys are always cautious when you want to cock warm them after sex. Especially when you’re about to fall asleep
You insist that you want it but they make sure you have a clear head before sliding back into you
Troubled with the aftermath of a natural disaster in his Court, Rhys has not been sleeping. Concerned for his wellbeing, you and Azriel convince him to rest.
A/N: Poly!Rhysriel x Reader. Angst/Fluff. So the original idea for this was different and was going to be a lil' steamy, but then this happened instead! Also this is only like 30 words off from being a oneshot based on my own definition of them (1,000+) so it's basically a oneshot. I hope you'll enjoy! ♡
Warnings: Natural disaster destroying camps/villages (wildfire specifically). Insomnia.
Starlight bright in the Night sky, two-thirds of your mated trio lounged together on one of the reclining chaises’ on the balcony outside your bedchamber. For sometime you and Azriel sat in comfortable silence, you between his legs, back against his chest; the past week had been hard on all of you, but for Rhysand, it had been particularly rough.
“He’s a wreck,” you sighed, holding your mate’s hand in your lap, fiddling with his fingers.
“I know, you should have seen him this morning in our meeting with Cassian,” Azriel shared, concern evident in his voice, “I thought the vein in his forehead was going to burst.”
Several days prior, a wildfire tore through Illyria, starting at the Steppes and making its way up into the Mountains, destroying several villages and war camps. All of you had been devastated upon hearing the news, and horrified by the sight of the homes turned to ash, working around the clock to help those displaced by the wreckage to find shelter. Now, with everyone impacted safe and in temporary lodging, the work to rebuild was to commence.
“I hate seeing him like this,” you whispered against the warm, summer breeze.
“He needs to sleep,” he asserted, their mate had not come to bed before four in the morning in seven days, and he rose only two hours later each time.
“For you to be saying that, you know it’s bad,” you replied, lightly teasing him for his own poor sleep habits but the weight of truth rang through your words.
“Where is he right now?” you asked, watching as several of Azriel’s shadows drew in closer, swarming around his head.
“In his office,” Azriel reported, “where he’s been all day.”
Sighing, you held Azriel’s hand in earnest, leaning your head back so that it rested on his shoulder. As silence fell over the balcony, Azriel noted your slight pout, your worried eyes, and suddenly felt a pang of guilt; how many times had you fretted over him when sleep had not seemed like an option? How many times had Rhys? Pressing a kiss to your temple, he sat up, bringing you with him, knowing exactly what needed to be done.
“Let’s go,” he suggested, “we have to get him to rest.”
As the pair of you glided through the office door, the High Lord glanced up, eyes sharp, prepared to quickly send away whoever had deigned to interrupt his work; when he beheld his mates, his expression softened.
“What are you doing here? It’s so late,” he asked, hesitantly setting his pen down on the desk.
“Exactly what we came to ask you,” Azriel returned, crossing his arms as he sat in the chair opposite Rhysand, whose brow knitted in confusion.
“Please come sleep with us,” you begged, hopping up to sit on the edge of his desk, “it’s been days, and I can tell you're exhausted.” Rhys sighed deeply, letting his head fall back briefly, before he glanced at you each individually.
“You know I can’t,” he spoke, voice just above a whisper, running a hand down his face.
“Yes, you can,” Azriel insisted, “What is it that you always tell me? There’s always tomorrow, the work will still be there in the morning.”
Rhys' resolve began to weaken, hearing his own words leveled back at him; eyes darting between each of the papers strewn about his desk, he leaned back in his chair, gripping the raven hair atop his head.
“There’s just so much to do, I can’t get the image of all the displaced families out of my mind. All of these people are counting on me to rebuild their homes,” he shared, violet eyes glassy.
“Then let us help,” Az offered, “in the morning, after you’ve slept for at least eight hours. No matter how hard you try, you cannot rebuild Illyria overnight.” Moving from his desk, you sat on his thigh, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, the other hand resting on his cheek.
“He’s right you know,” you echoed, meeting those tired eyes, “and if Azriel is telling you to sleep, you should definitely sleep, am I right?” He chuckled, leveling a glance at his Shadowsinger who raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, alright, fine,” he agreed, “I can’t say no to the two of you.”
Once cleaned up, pajamas donned, you all approached the massive bed, designed specifically to accommodate Illyrian wings and three bodies. Azriel slid in on his usual side, and Rhys looked to you, waiting for you to climb under the bedding.
“No, no,” you shook your head, “you’re in the middle tonight, so we can make sure you don’t leave once we’re asleep.”
The High Lord rolled his eyes, though his smile told you he was happy to oblige. Crawling over, he tucked himself into Azriel’s chest, arm resting over his torso; slipping in behind him, you kissed the back of his neck. Despite the comfort of being held lovingly in his mates’ embrace, Rhysand’s mind continued to turmoil over all of the destruction, the families displaced, the children orphaned; all he wanted was to make it better. Sensing his distress, not only down the bond, but in the tenseness of his muscles you ran your fingertips along his arm where it rested on Azriel’s stomach, as the aforementioned mate began to run his fingers through his hair.
“Tomorrow is a new day,” Azriel reminded in a whisper, “we’ll go to Illyria, we’ll do everything we can, and then we’ll do it all over the next day.”
Humming in agreement you kissed his bare shoulder, “Yes, we’ll go every day until everything is done, but you have to sleep. You can’t keep going like this, Rhys.” Letting the words sink in, he melted further into his mates’ touch until he was drifting off into the deepest sleep of his immortal life.
Ok so this but with rhysand and Azriel ddlg relationship like ong the size difference
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLFC2m3s/
I can just imagine reader just like grabbing their hand like their thumb and dragging them to like different shops whenever they go out shopping or whenever they like go out in general that’s how Reader holds her hands so she doesn’t get lost because she’s short and they don’t want her to get lost Them always like picking her up and manhandling her because she’s so tiny like omg the height difference so hot 🥵
I could also see them being so overprotective over tiny reader and them teasing her calling her tiny tinny
Hold My Hand
Rhysriel x reader
A/n: i want azriel to tease me about being tiny so bad and I just want to hold both of their hands ughhh
Warnings: throuple, ddlg relationship, reader gives Az & Rhysie a scare, mentions of kidnapping
Rhys and Azriel had been putting off on taking you shopping for days now. They were either busy or a court emergency had come up. It was time to put your foot down.
Marching into Rhysand’s office you approached the situation with calm and cool head. Yelling at your mates would get you nothing but a rough punishment for yelling. So you bat your eye lashes, play with your fingers and put on your sweetest voice to get what you want.
Rhys and Az look at you with sweet smiles, ecstatic to see their baby girl so early in the morning. “Good morning, darling,” Rhys coos at you. Standing from his desk Rhys makes his way over to you. You look up at him, giving him your sweetest smile. He brings his large hands up to cup your face. “Morning,” you chirp.
Rhys’s smile widens as he places a small kiss on your forehead. “What can Az and I do for you this morning baby girl?” Oh you had him wrapped around your finger. “You and Azzy promised to take me shopping, and well it’s been a few days since you said you would. Do you think we can go today, please daddy?”
You pout up at him to seal the deal. From the twinkle in his violet eyes you knew you won. As you got lost in Rhys’s eyes you didn’t notice Azriel come up to you two. He gently runs a scared hand through your hair, giving you a loving look. “Did you want to go now, princess?” You let out a small hum and nod your head enthusiastically. You grab their hands and pull them from Rhys’s office, yapping about what stores you want to go to.
Walking around the city Rhys and Azriel each have one of your hands in their large ones. Making sure you stay close to them. The only time your mates let go is if you’re in a shop, picking up something you want or stopping to snack. In their free hands, Rhys and Azriel carry all your shopping bags.
Walking by the front of the latest shop the window display of fashion imported from the Winter Court distracts you. Ice blue, snowy white, and diamonds sparkle on the luxurious coat and matching winter dress you must have.
A new thing caught your eye out on the street. The crowd seemed to part just for you to reveal your favorite seasonal treat! You thought the frozen treat cart would be gone by now that fall was approaching. This was the perfect addition to your day!
Without a word to the boys you dashed out of the store and across the street. Eyeing the menu you tapped your fingers together, lipping your lips in excitement.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Azriel realized you were gone. His shadows darting out to find you. Rhys was having one of the shopkeepers box up the dress and coat in the window.
Azriel grabbed Rhys’s arm roughly, his eyes wide with panic. “What?” Rhys asks softly, his eyes roaming around the store for you. When he noticed that you weren’t here panicking set in. Azriel could hear Rhys’s heart rate pick up.
The two of them dashed around the store looking for you. With no sight of you they split up going to the shops next door.
Meeting back in the first shop and finding each other unsuccessful fear and anger set in. What if you were taken? Who would dare take you, the mate of a High Lord and the Nigh Court Spymaster?
The shopkeeper that was helping Rhys earlier timidly made her way over. Tapping Rhys on the shoulder he whips around. The poor girl jumps at the sudden movement. Not backing down she points out the window, “Is that who you’re looking for?”
A deep sigh leaves both males as their shoulders relax at the sight of you. Collecting the shopping bags they rush out to you.
Wrapped up in your conversation with the vendor you didn’t notice your mates behind you. Rhys cleared his throat causing you to jump. You turn, smiling up at your mates. “Rhys, Az look! The frozen treat cart is still out!” They raise their eyebrows at you, giving you a look that says ‘what have we told you about running off?’
You suck in your lips, eyes going wide. “I gotta go, I’ll see you later Harold.” You wave at him cheerily as Rhys grabs your hand pulling you away.
“I’m sorry,” you squeak out, clinging to your mates as you finish your treat. “I just got so excited daddy.” Az stops, holding your chin in his hand. “I won’t lie princess you scared us. Just remember to slow down and tell us next time, yeah.” You nod at him batting your eyelashes lovingly. Az leans down to steal a quick kiss from you.
“Now, is there anywhere else you would like to go?” You tap a finger against your chin, scrunching your nose in thought. You let out a hum, “Nah, I just wanna go home. I’m absolutely exhausted.” You exaggerate making your mates laugh.
“Come here, darling.” Rhys reaches out for you, letting you jump on his back. The whole way home you rested your head against Rhys’s shoulder so you could still see Azriel. Rhys would occasionally rub soothing circles on your thighs. By the time your home your eyes are half closed. Rhys lays you on the couch tucking you in with your favorite blanket.
They both kiss you on the head before starting to walk away. Your hand quickly reaches out for Azriel’s. Tugging on his fingers he looks down at you with a small smile. “What’s up princess?” “Will you stay for a bit?”
