i’m obsessed with rhysriel x reader👀👀 could i request hc’s where we get an insight into rhys and az’s relationship? Are they in love too? Or are they just mated to reader? And if they are in love, then was it a lotta jealousy st first or did they get along/ when did they realize that they were also in love🤭 also do they have fun times without reader?👀 i imagine reader just coming home one time and they’re making out or something on the bed/sofa and they ask if she wanna join but she just wants to watch
The Other Half
Rhysriel x reader
A/n: you really made me think here anon. Writing the lil romance between Rhys and Az was so cute, I was kicking my feet giggling writing this lol.
@amara-moonlight I hope you enjoy this babes 💖
Warnings: jealous/possesive Az & Rhys, throuple, and fluff (as always)
When the bond snapped for all three of you the boys were so happy to be with you
Rhys and Azriel discovered the bond between them shortly after it snapped with you. To say they were shocked was an understatement
I think Azriel had always loved Rhys but had kept it buried because it felt like he wasn’t supposed to, where Rhys had a few male lovers when they were younger so this wasn’t entirely new for him
The new bond between Rhys and Azriel was hard for them to navigate at first
They’ve always had love for each other, they just never realized how deep the love they had for each other was
Azriel would have a hard time with this since he’s so used to keeping his feelings inside. You and Rhys were always there to comfort him though, letting him know it’s ok and to talk through what he’s thinking
With the mating bond the two males felt like they had a lot to work through
After knowing each other for centuries Az and Rhys felt like they needed to reconnect
You helped them a lot to be comfortable as mates
The two males ended up falling in love as they fell more in love with you
Watching them openly love each other melted your heart
Your mateship wasn’t always easy at first. It was a rocky few months after the frenzy
Az and Rhys would get jealous and possessive with you
It was hard to navigate spending one-on-one time together with Az and Rhys
While they wanted to spend time together they spent more time mad at each other , trying to steal you from one another
Mediating between your mates sucked
And you never understood where the animosity came from! They always got along but the bond made their relationship unstable
At one point Rhys and Az didn’t talk for a week because their jealousy was so bad
Az had just come home from a mission on the Continent and just wanted to hold you and sleep
Trudging into Rhys’s office to debrief him, Azriel was met with Rhys holding you tightly to his chest while you lounged on his lap. The sight should’ve made him happy but all Azriel felt was rage
He could’ve easily just asked Rhys if he could spend time with you now that he was home. Rhys did have you alone for days at a time after all. Instead Azriel projected his annoyance down the bond to Rhys
That night they got into their first real fight. Yelling and shoving each other. They didn’t stop until you stomped out of the room screaming, “ILLYRIAN BABIES! GOOD GODS!” Followed by the slamming of your own bedroom door
For almost a week the three of you slept in separate rooms
You didn’t want to hurt their feelings or make it seem like you were picking sides. The whole thing gave you anxiety and made you close off your side of the bond. You were especially stressed when the boys would talk to you one at a time and never in the same room
It wasn’t until you broke down crying, begging them to speak that they realized their emotions were hurting you
“I am begging you, for the sake of our relationship, to fix whatever your issues are! If you don’t I’m not sure I can do this for thousands of years because it is killing me!” Azriel and Rhys felt their hearts break at your words and tears
Azriel and Rhys embraced you, apologizing profusely promising they would work things out
After a weekend at the cottage in the mountains Azriel and Rhys came back calm and so in love you were overjoyed
Rhys showed you parts of the romantic bits of their time away. Making each other food, reading together, their long talks and sleeping in each other’s arms
He also showed you the more…explicit moments (it made you a little jealous but they made up for it when they came home)
The first time you went out leaving them home alone after they were in love was weird for them at first. The cabin was different. You went to run errands alone. One of them always goes with you
It was getting late and Rhys was getting worried. Before Rhys could tap at your mental shields he could smell dinner being made
Rhys followed the scent into the kitchen, finding Azriel standing at the island prepping food. He’s wearing an apron that is definitely yours with his sleeves rolled up. There’s a bottle of wine on the counter from Rhys’s personal collection along with 3 crystal glasses. Rhys smiles at the simplicity of the scene in front of him
He leans against the door frame, “What’s all this?” Rhys says teasingly. Az smirked as his shadows swarm him in a panic that tells Rhys he was too early. “It’s been awhile since we had a nice dinner so I thought I’d cook.”
Rhys makes his way over to Azriel, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, love.” Azriel’s cheeks flush at the term of endearment. Rhys picks up a knife and starts cutting up the potatoes
Coming home from your errands you hear their light conversation and laughter. Dumping your bags by the front door you tiptoe to the kitchen, hoping Az’s shadows are distracted. You find your boys messing around, kissing, and just being happy cooking together warms your heart
You love seeing them love each other never gets old
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.
Read two emotionally damaging and frustrating fics abt my fave bat boys and need a pick me up
Just like reader x rhys x azriel and some fluff and smut and whatever else you wanna do
Thanks 🫶
hey love💜 I needed a pick me up today too, this was therapeutic for me so I hope you enjoy too
Love Intertwined
poly! Azriel x Rhys x Reader
Warnings: smut below the cut, self-indulgent praise kink, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, p in sex, minors dni
Stumbling through the front door, you chucked your shoes to the corner with a thud. Tears threatened to fall, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you closed the door behind you, forehead leaning against the wood while you struggled to calm yourself.
It had been one of those days where it seemed that everything that could go wrong, did. All you wanted in this moment was a break, some time with your mates. With a deep sigh, you wiped the corners of your eyes and moved into your home in search of Rhys and Azriel.
The house was completely quiet, faelights dim as you peered around corner after corner. “Az? Rhys?” you called out, unease creeping through your bones as your calls went unanswered. Just as you were about to give up and tromp up to your bed, a shadow whipped out from under the kitchen door.
The wisp of darkness oscillated enthusiastically in front of you before twirling in your hair, the feeling tickling the back of your neck causing you to giggle. You watched the shadow pause in front of you once more before flying back under the door, a silent request for you to follow.
Cracking open the door to the kitchen, a pleasantly familiar aroma flooded your senses. Your heart tumbled in your chest as you looked up to see Rhys pulling plates and cutlery as Azriel pulled a dish from the oven. The shadow from a moment ago curled around Azriel’s ear, the shadowsinger’s head whipping in your direction in surprise.
Sensing the change in the energy of the room, Rhys lifted his own head, briefly glancing at Azriel before following his gaze to you. Violet eyes drank in your appearance, a playful smile pulling at Rhys’s lips as he set down the plates and moved towards you.
Warm hands found your waist, Rhys leaning down to kiss you in greeting. “We were hoping to surprise you,” he murmured, nosing at your neck as he breathed in your scent.
Already distracted from your previous thoughts, you managed to refocus your vision to see Rhys and Azriel both smirking at you in amusement. “I... I am surprised,” you breathed, eyes flicking to your favorite meal displayed out on the counter. With a hum and a kiss to your neck, Rhys moved away from you to take over plating the dishes.
Azriel let him, taking the opportunity to greet you himself as scarred hands slid up your waist, massaging the skin below your breasts. Shadows twined in your hair, tilting your head how Azriel liked as he leaned in to kiss you with fervor, tongue sliding between your lips as you gasped into his mouth.
Heady with desire, you barely heard Rhys clearing his throat before Azriel pulled away, tongue flicking the roof of your mouth as he did so. “Let’s eat dinner, my love,” Az murmured, taking your hand as he led you towards the table.
Rhys pulled out your chair, seating you between himself and Azriel as Az set your plate and wine in front of you. “Thank you both. You don’t know how much I needed this today,” you whispered, emotions flooding you as you took each of their hands in yours.
Azriel rubbed a thumb along the back of the hand he held as Rhys lifted the other to his lips. “We know, darling. We felt through the bond what a difficult day it was for you, so we have dinner... and more planned for afterwards,” he purred, playfully nipping at your knuckles before setting your hand down.
You enjoyed the rest of your dinner, savoring the quiet chit-chat and gentle touches with your loves. As dinner ended, you moved to clear the dishes when a wisp of black wrapped around your hand. Azriel slipped his hand under yours, taking the plates and standing up. Rhys pulled your chair out, his broad arms wrapping around your waist and legs as he picked you up bridal style.
With a giggle, you attempted a weak protest that your mate quelled with one look, violet eyes already dark with desire. You swallowed, your own arousal building as Rhys carried you away from Azriel, who was still scrubbing away at the dishes.
“He’ll join us shortly,” Rhys promised, pressing a kiss to your hair as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. With a flourish of his hand, the door opened to reveal candles and flower petals scattered throughout the space, your favorite music playing softly from a symphonia in the corner.
Rhys set you down gently on the bed, keeping a hand on your chest in silent request to stay still before he moved to the nightstand. Noticing a bottle of your lavender oil on the table, you arched a questioning brow at Rhys, who - with a dark chuckle and another flourish of his hand - vanished the clothes from your body.
You gasped at the cold air as you were exposed to the room. The sound of the door clicking open pulled you from the moment as you watched Azriel prowl into the room, a predatory gaze raking over your naked form as he shut the door behind him.
Azriel’s gaze flicked to Rhys, displeasure shining in his eyes as the shadowsinger took in the High Lord’s fully clothed form. “Strip,” he ordered, already unbuttoning his own shirt. The scent of arousal grew heavy in the room, both Rhys’s and your eyes darkening as you took in Azriel’s bare chest.
Rhys hurriedly pulled off the rest of his clothes, awaiting further instruction from Azriel as the spymaster finished undressing. You were struggling to stay still on the mattress, subtly rubbing your legs together as Az gave you a knowing smirk.
With a jerk of his chin, Azriel ordered Rhysand to the bed. “Sit behind her, her head on your stomach.” The both of you eagerly obeyed, getting into position as Azriel took the oil from the nightstand. “Hand,” he murmured to Rhys, the High Lord, quickly holding out an open palm for Azriel to pour the scented oil onto it.
Azriel poured more oil on his own hands, rubbing them together to warm the liquid as Rhysand did the same. They must have had a plan, because at Azriel’s subtle nod, they moved their hands to begin massaging you. Azriel started at your feet, working his way up your calves and thighs, while Rhys started with your neck and shoulders, working the tension from your arms and upper body.
Your breathing grew heavy as Rhys’s hands moved to your breasts, Azriel’s simultaneously working up your inner thighs. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips, a soft moan escaping as Rhys toyed with your sensitive nipples, rubbing circles and tugging.
Azriel pushed your legs apart, groaning at the sight of your soaked pussy as he pinned your hips to the mattress. Your back arched as he licked a stripe up your core, Rhys pinching your nipples in warning. You settled back into the mattress with a huff, both males chuckling at your impatience.
Without warning, Azriel dove in, his tongue thrusting into your core, nose bumping your clit as he worked you expertly. Rhys’s hands roved your body, fingertips gently grazing sensitive areas as Azriel moved to suck your clit. As Azriel flicked his tongue one last time, your high crashed into you, stars flecking your eyesight as you panted, head lolling back against Rhys.
You moved to sit up, but Rhys’s hands pushed you down against his lap as he and Azriel leaned towards each other. Azriel gripped Rhys’s hair, fingers threading through onyx locks as he kissed him with the same demand he had with you earlier. Rhys whimpered into the kiss, the sound making you feel weak.
The males pulled apart slightly, Rhys’s tongue flicking out to lick the remainder of your juices from Azriel’s chin. “Fuck, darling. You always taste incredible,” Rhys praised, looking down at you with a feline grin.
Azriel’s hands gripped your hips, hazel eyes alight as he watched your expression. “Would you like to taste Rhys now?” he cooed at you, a low groan escaping both of them as you nodded eagerly.
With no effort, Azriel flipped you over by your hips so that you were hovering over Rhys now, your ass in the air with Azriel kneeling behind you. Rhys shifted up onto his knees, Azriel’s hand at your back pushing you down towards your mate’s hard cock.
Scarred hands kneaded your ass, a light smack landing on the skin wringing a desperate mewl from you. “Can you be a good girl and take both of us?” Azriel murmured, a teasing finger sliding through your slit.
A pathetic moan left your lips as you nodded, struggling for words as your mouth watered at the sight of Rhys’s cock in front of you. “Yes, yes I can. I’ll be good,” you promised, looking to Rhys with doe eyes.
With a growl, one of Rhys’s hands gripped your chin, the other pumping his length as he brought it to your lips. You licked his slit, savoring the salty flavor of him before wrapping your mouth around the tip and sucking softly.
“Don’t tease,” Rhys ground out, his hands moving to thread through your hair. Without warning, you took him completely, bobbing rapidly up and down his length. “Fuck,” Rhys moaned loudly. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised through his own breathy moans.
You felt the head of Azriel’s cock sliding through your folds, his fingers gathering the wetness to spread over his length. Voice muffled by Rhys’s cock, you whined and wiggled your hips in an attempt to beg Azriel for more.
“Aw, there is our sweet girl,” Azriel cooed, landing another smack to your ass as he thrust fully inside of you. You screamed around Rhys’s length, the vibration causing him to buck his hips against you.
Eyes watering as you gagged around his cock, you allowed Azriel’s relentless pace against your pussy to drive your own around Rhys.
“Fuck, I’m close, Az,” Rhys murmured, his hands fumbling in attempt to slow your pace on his length. Azriel refused to let up, hitting you deep as you clawed at Rhys’s thighs. Familiar talons scraped against your mental walls, asking permission for you to let Rhys into your mind.
Numbly, you lowered them, and your orgasm hit you instantly at the sight Rhys showed you - scratch marks from your nails as you drooled around his cock, Azriel’s sweat-slicked hair, abdominals flexing as he pounded into you.
With a scream, your pussy clenched around Azriel as the three of you came simultaneously, Rhys’s release filling your mouth as Azriel’s filled your pussy. Swallowing, you licked up the bit of Rhys’s cum that had spilled from your lips as you collapsed against his chest.
Azriel gently pulled out of you, climbing off the bed for a moment before he returned with a damp cloth, cleaning you up and pressing a kiss to your temple. You heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, knowing Azriel must be starting a bath for you.
Rhys’s arms wrapped gently around you, your mate picking you up gently as he carried you to the bathroom. “Relax, darling. We’ll take care of you,” he murmured, joining Azriel in the bath as the two of them helped wash your hair.
By the time you finished in the bath, you were half-asleep, vaguely aware of Azriel wrapping you in a soft towel as he carried you to bed, where you slept peacefully in between your two mates.
