Note: Some of these may change slightly as I write them.
P.S: I grossly over estimated how much I would write and forgot I would be writing exams during October, so not all fics will be posted as scheduled. They will all be written at some point, but not on time.
Strike through means it is finished/will be posted as scheduled.
Day 1 : Frayed restraint - Wing play - Sub!Azriel {Female Reader}
Azriel's mate has worked him up and now has him on all fours begging for release.
Day 2: Take the reins - Shibari - Sub!Bodhi {Male Reader}
Bodhi has been really stressed, so many responsibilities weighing him down, he just needs someone else to take control.
Day 3: To no end - Shadow play - Azriel {Female reader}
The shadows love Y/n, and she loves them. She wonders what it would be like if they took control, what do they fantasise about? Problem is... they don't know when to stop.
Day 4: Busted - Caught Masturbating - Sawyer {Female Reader}
Ridoc drunkenly challenges Sawyer to participate in NNN (No Nut November), whoever lasts longest, wins. What happens when it gets too much for Sawyer, and he just needs a little release, no big deal...
Day 5: Nom nom - Biting - Eris (Vampire AU {Female Reader})
Reader is a witch making a potion for the local village, but she needs an ingredient from her boyfriend, Eris. She offers him a little incentive to say yes.
Day 6: Milking it - Lactation - Rhysand {Female Reader}
Rhysand and reader have recently had a baby, earlier in their relationship, Rhysand mentioned that he'd always wanted to try drinking from his partner. After a long, exhausting day as High Lord, Reader surprises him with just that.
Day 7: Unexpected entanglement - Double penetration - Ridoc/Reader/Sawyer {Female Reader}
Reader is moved into the Iron squad and can't help but hear both Ridoc and Sawyer's constant flow of thoughts about... her. Some of them are not family friendly. She gets sick of hearing about it and tells them to act on them.
Day 8: Building bridges - Threesome - Lucien/Reader/Ridoc {Female Reader}
(Set after the war) Lucien is in Tyrrendor as an ambassador for Prythian to establish connections and assist in their recovery. Lucien and Ridoc become quick friends, and Reader decides to eavesdrop on them to make sure Ridoc doesn't say anything too stupid. The conversation she overhears leads to an interesting evening of discovery.
Day 9: Feeling worthless - Body worship - Garrick {Female Reader}
After RSC training, Garrick lost a lot of muscle mass and gained a lot more scars. He feels unlovable. Reader shows him how wrong he is.
Day 10: Y/n's secret - Lingerie - Aaric {Female Reader}
(Set after the war) Aaric comes back from a meeting and almost immediately someone notifies him that his wife went on a massive shopping spree.
Day 11: Show me - Bondage - Sub!Tarquin {Female Reader}
Reader has always wanted to try bondage, but Tarquin really doesn't want to hurt her. He proposes that she should show him what she wants him to do.
Day 12: Regretted teachings - Nudes - Bodhi {Female Reader}
Reader has always struggled with her body image but she's also an artist. When Bodhi encouraged her to draw herself so she could see her own beauty, this isn't what he meant...
Day 13: Class in session - Toys - Azriel {Female Reader}
Azriel is trying to teach his spy in training that one should always remain focused, no matter the situation.
Day 14: Neither the time nor place - Sexting - Liam (College AU{Male Reader})
Liam is working at his part time job in the animal shelter, but reader is missing him, and decides to let him know.
Day 15: Birthday breakfast - Oral fixation(F rec) - Eris {Female Reader}
It's his birthday and reader is the only present he wants
Day 16: Two-player game - 69 - Lucien {Female Reader}
Reader gives Lucien a reminder that he isn't the only one who knows how to play
Day 17: Drunk words are sober thoughts - Pegging - Ridoc {Female Reader}
After a night in Chantara, reader has a little too much to drink, confessing things she never would have. Ridoc is more than willing to go the extra mile for her to get what she wants
Day 18: Maybe the books are right - Somno - Garrick {Male Reader}
When Reader goes to take a shower, Garrick takes a peak at what he's reading, Reader shows him exactly what's so great about it.
Day 19: Flooded - Cock warming - Xaden {Female Reader}
Xaden is flooded with paperwork, and while Reader doesn't know how to help the Duke, she can help her boyfriend.
Day 20: Teach me - Anal - Bodoc
Bodhi has never gotten to this level of intimacy with a man before, Ridoc talks him through it.
Day 21: Missing you - Edging - Azris
Azriel just came back from a mission, desperate for his mate who is in a meeting.
Day 22: Revenge - Overstimulation - Azris
After Azriel teases Eris during a meeting, he gets revenge on his little bat (Part 2 to Missing You, but can be read alone)
Day 23: In the air - Breath play - Liam {Female Reader}
Reader is a 3rd year who helps Liam with his flight maneuvers. Things get intense when Liam tries to tease her, and isn't expecting her to bite back.
Day 24: Taste - Food play - Aaric {Male Reader}
Aaric has fancied his guard since he was assigned to him. When the relief falls ill and reader has to take a double-shift with no break, Aaric capitalises on this unique set of circumstances, and invites him inside his room for some food.
Day 25: Offerings - Face riding - Lucien {Female Reader}
While Lucien goes out to get dinner, Reader takes a little nap, but her subconscious mind gets her hot and bothered. Lucien is more than happy to help.
Day 26: "Studying" - Oral fixation (M rec) - Aaric {Male Reader}
Reader has an interesting study method that he swears by, and who is Aaric to argue with him?
Day 27: Take control - Sensory deprivation - Sub!Xaden {Female Reader}
Xaden has been stressed, as usual, and Reader is tired of him not letting her help.
Day 28: Lazy days - Thigh riding - Tarquin {Female Reader}
Tarquin is just being the absolute sweetheart that he is and Reader is understandably turned on by it.
Day 29: Patience is a virtue - Brat taming - Eris {Male Reader}
Reader is unbelievably horny for his mate. Unfortunately, his mate is also a High Lord, and has other responsibilities. Not that Reader cares, of course.
Day 30: Sex on the beach - Exhibitionism - Tarquin {Female Reader}
...Kinda feel like the title is self explanatory
Day 31: The Plan - Voyeurism - Azris/Reader {Female Reader}
Reader is completely fed up with Azriel and Eris's constant fighting. She gives them an ultimatum, either work out their differences, or she leaves.
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Sitting in his lap as you hungrily make out, hands gripping his shoulders as you press together as one.
He whines as you pull away, gripping your hips to bring you closer, "Where...?"
Both of you are breathless from kissing, lips covered in saliva from having your tongues down each other's throats.
With a cheeky grin, you reach down between your bodies, your hand hovering over his length, leaning closer, and you whisper playfully to his lips. "Up!" You teasingly coax.
You rub your nose against his as both of your bodies heat as the weight of his hard cock now presses against your hand, "Good boy." You coo.
"Oh, come now..." He groans as you press your palm into his cock through his clothes.
"What?" You hum, rubbing your palm up and down the outline of his arousal, "It listens to me—like you."
Cassian dares his besties (eris, lucien and tarquin included) to ask their mates “hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
some are short. some medium. one large (for a headcanon type fic). Also this is mostly dialogue because I didn't want to keep repeating body motions (they shrug a lot, they cuddle a lot, etc, etc, etc).
Azriel:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?” He really tried not to let his voice crack, but he couldn't help it. The idea of calling you something foul outside the bedroom is painful.
“Based on the way your voice got quieter for that word, I'm going to assume this is a stupid dare from Cassian. And that you aren’t actually that stupid to talk to me like that.” You said as you continued to stir the pot of soup.
“I’m so relieved you know me that well.” He couldn’t help his sigh.
You snorted as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “If I ever actually talk to you like that, take Truthteller and use it, cause it’s not me.”
You let out another snort. “My big baby.” You said, taking your hand up and ruffling Azriel’s hair as he pressed kisses to your neck.
Cassian:
He came in so confident too. But quickly was humbled.
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Wanna try that again?” He doesn’t get scared of much, but your calm tone in this moment will strike fear into his heart.
“No, ma’am.” He shook his head.
“And what did we learn?”
“Never say that stuff to my spouse and mate who I love very much?” He asked.
“Mhm.” you hummed as he came up to hug you. “Speak to me like that again and I’m cutting your hair off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Rhysand:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
He didn’t even get a chance to breathe after that sentence because you turned around with the knife in your hand. Seriously, what an idiot approaching you with that stupid shit while you’re cooking dinner. You’re hungry and holding a knife.
You stabbed it into the countertop, it made a twang sound and shook from the force of you stabbing it.
“The fuck did you just say to me?”
“…”
“Go on say it again since you wanna be all cocky.” You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed.
“I love you.” Not much scared him, but his wife humbled the shit out of him.
Your mouth made a flat line and your brows raised as you said, “Mhm.”
“And I’ll do whatever you want for a month. Hell, the rest of our lives.”
“Mhm.” You ripped the knife out of the counter and then turned around and continued chopping vegetables.
“Honey?”
“You know, I think I’ll invite Feyre and her wife over for dinner. They wouldn’t call me that.” You continued.
“Baby,” he began and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Maybe I’ll invite Cassian and Azriel’s wives too, they’ll understand what it’s like to be married to the stupidest motherfucker we know.”
He pressed a kiss to your clothes shoulder.
“Are you done?”
“You have no idea the doghouse you’re in right now.”
“Does it help if I told you that Cassian dared me.”
You set the knife down and turned around in his arms. “You’re still an idiot.” You wound your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with baby hairs growing at the nape of his neck.
“I know.”
“Good,” you said and smacked his ass.
He yelped.
Feyre:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“What crawled up your ass and died?” You asked.
She couldn’t help but giggle. “I love that you humble me.”
“Me and Rhys’ wife have a load on our hands considering you fools are best friends. You have got to stop influencing each other.”
She hummed at the thought of her best friend and his wife. She put her arms around your waist and you leaned into her. “One day, we’re gonna snap and kill you.”
She kissed the area between your neck and shoulder. “We have the best wives.”
“You got that right.” You reached around and smacked her ass. But you miscalculated and hit her hip.
Morrigan:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Nothing, slut. Bend over the table and spread your cheeks, if you think you can talk to me like that I’ll show you otherwise.”
You sat up from your spot on the couch looking at her with a “WTF” expression.
The woman was too stunned to speak. “It was a joke but now I’m horny.”
You laughed, “into degradation are we?”
“Didn’t think I was, but hey you learn something new everyday.” She shrugged, actually thankful for Cassian because now she could explore this new thing with her wife.
Amren:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?” She opened the door to your shared home to yell. When she heard nothing but silence she was concerned, she could smell you, you were home.
“Y/N?” She called.
She walked into your living room from the entry hall to find you standing there. Staring at her with sad, wide eyes.
“Love?”
“….what’d i do?” Your voice wavered and she couldn’t take it. She pulled you into her arms and rocked you side to side.
“If I ever speak to you like that, you better smack me across the fucking mouth.” Was all she said.
“Why’d you say that?” You sniffed. You two pulled away from each other, only enough to lean your foreheads together.
“Cassian got it in his big dumb brain that it was a good idea to say that to our mates.” She whispered and wiped your cheeks with her thumbs.
“He’s an idiot.” You deadpanned.
“I'm aware.”
“And you’re an idiot for doing it.”
“I deserve that.” Was all she said before she kissed you.
Nesta:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
You were silent and she looked at you from her spot on the couch. You were staring at her wide eyed, your eyes began watering.
“Y/N?”
“That really hurt my feelings, Nes.” You were about to cry.
She shot off from her spot on the couch and crawled into the chair you were sitting in. She pulled you into her chest.
“Oh baby.” She said, “it was a stupid fucking prank from Cassian.” She whispered at the top of your head, kissing your hair.
“Tell that overgrown bitch of a bat to watch his back.” Your voice was muffled from her tits.
“I will.” She scratched your head lightly.
“Nes?”
“Yes, my love?”
“You ever speak to me like that again, I’ll make you wish you never met me.”
She let out a laugh like breath through her nose. “Okay, baby.”
“Tears and all I’ll pummel you.” You declared and she kissed your head, rocking you back and forth.
“I know.”
Elain:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“I will grill your flowers if you talk to me like that again.”
She cackled like the witch she is.
Lucien:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Soap.”
“Soap?”
“If you’re going to talk to me like that, you’re getting soap. Bitch.” You threw a jar of soap at him. “Go put that on spaghetti.”
Eris:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
You whipped off your shoe and threw it at him. Feyre taught you that move. He didn’t duck, he just let it hit him because he knew his dumbass deserved it.
Tarquin:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“My ass.”
He loves that you match his freak, “I'm so relieved you didn’t think I was serious.”
“You aren’t that stupid, plus, Azriel’s mate sent a missive because he tried it.”
summary: You're dating Cassian, the captain of the Velaris Vipers, a professional hockey team. Things start off simple enough; you go to their games, hang out at team events, and bring lunch to long practices. As you get closer to the team, you find yourself navigating playful flirtations and growing connections with other players, leading to unexpected and intense encounters.
author's note: Everything except 4, 6, and 7 can be read standalone and should still make sense. However, for the best reading experience, I recommend starting with ICJ and reading in order.
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01 Ice Cold Jealousy
Cassian x Reader | Explicit | 8.3k words
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Despite the tension on the ice, your relationship with Cassian, the commanding captain of the Velaris Vipers, is anything but cold. His jealousy ignites when the rest of the team's flirtations become too much to ignore. In the aftermath of a disastrous game, the boundaries between playful teasing and intense passion blur, leading to a locker room encounter that challenges both your resolve and your control.
02 Thawing Boundaries
Azriel x Reader x Rhysand | Explicit | 11.7k words
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After tension from a failed move at practice leads to a teammate's injury, you and Azriel unexpectedly meet in the locker room. As you share a heated moment, a surprise arrival heightens the stakes, leading to a steamy, forbidden encounter that leaves you questioning your choices and their consequences.
03 Melted Resolve
Helion x Reader x Tarquin | Explicit | 15k words
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In the aftermath of a triumphant victory, you join the Vipers at a club they frequent downtown for a night of celebration. Yet, the shadow of past secrets lingers, especially with Rhysand and Azriel nearby. As the night unfolds, a secluded rooftop terrace leaves you grappling with exhilarating passion and profound guilt as you confront the weight of your choices.
04 Shattered
Velaris Vipers (except Cassian) x Reader | Explicit | 8k words
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At a lavish party you're reluctantly attending on behalf of your boyfriend, who's occupied with a pressing PR matter, temptation proves too alluring to resist. A heated encounter with several teammates in a secluded room is quickly shattered, forcing you to face the consequences of your actions.
05 Burning Desire
Eris Vanserra x Reader | Explicit | 17k words
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In a depression following being caught cheating, a troubling phone call brings a harsh revelation. Distraught and in need of comfort, you turn to Eris, who's been trying to reach out since that night. He provides the emotional and physical escape you need.
06 Embers to Ice
Cassian x Reader | Explicit | 6k words
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When something pushes Cassian's anger over the edge, you receive an unexpected text from him. It ignites a fiery and intense encounter, blurring the lines between desire and pain. As his anger drives him to relentless passion, you're left to confront both the storm of emotions and the unsettling truth that follows.
07 Veil of Frost
Cassian x Reader | Mature | 4.3k words
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A heated confrontation with Cassian uncovers painful truths, forcing both of you to face the devastation of what's been lost.
The light breeze coming off the waters of Adriata this time of year always managed to calm you. In a way, it reminded you to stop and take a few moments to smell the sea salt and hibiscus essence, just like it always did. Gods knows that you needed the reminder sometimes. You’d orbited around royalty your entire life, but marrying directly into it and becoming the High Lady of the Summer Court was an entirely different ballgame.
Over the past few years, the stress of your new position had started to pile on. Balancing your social duties of mingling with the pompous nobles while also involving yourself in the new equality legislation that you and Cresseida were pushing was overwhelming, to say the least. But more than that, it wasn’t easy to watch what all the new responsibilities did to your mate.
Growing up in and around the palace, you and Tarquin had gotten to know each other quite well, even before he became your High Lord. And having to rise to that level of power at such a young age was definitely not easy. He handled it well, but the stress was nothing to joke about.
Which is why you would often find him lying face down on your bed after a very long day, much like he is right now. Turning away from the beautiful white sands and cerulean waves, you walked through the sheer gossamer curtain veiling the bedroom from view and faced your equally beautiful mate. Sitting next to him on the side of the bed, you gently dragged your nails up and down his spine, feeling the tense muscles start to relax. “Feeling alright, my love?”
He softly huffed a laugh into the plush pillow. “Not exactly.”
You smiled down at him, not that he could see it, though. Deeply sighing, you tapped the side of his hip, signaling for him to scooch to the middle of the bed. “Come on, I think I have a way to help.”
You may not be able to take away that stress, but you could at least help with the effects of it. Picking up your thin skirt, you swung a leg over him and straddled his lower back. With a wave of your hand, his tunic was off and folded over a nearby armchair. Working your way up his torso, you lightly squeezed and pressed down into the taut muscles down his sides and along the ridges of his spine.
When you reached his shoulder blades and neck, you could have sworn that they were as hard as the marble floors. Tarquin groaned into the pillow and stretched his arms out above his head. “By the Mother, that feels amazing.”
Pulling a soft giggle and a smile out of you, you leaned over him, pushing a few pearly white braids to the side, and placing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Happy to help, baby.”
Sitting back up, you pushed more of your weight into working out the tense knots of his muscles, likely just from sitting in those godsforsaken meetings all day. As you continued to run your hands along his shoulder and sides, you started to get distracted by just how pretty he looked beneath you. The low sunlight shining through the window made his deep brown skin almost sparkle and heat with a glorious warmth. Frankly, you’d be lying if the sight didn’t turn you on. And the feel of his groans reverberating through you and his hips moving under you certainly didn’t help with the slowly growing need in your core.
Shaking your head, you focused back on the task at hand, squeezing at the supple muscles of his triceps. Moving to the base of his neck, you placed your thumbs on each side of his spine, digging into and working through the tension there as you slowly moved down each vertebra. Finally reaching his hips, you pressed down into the two small dimples on his lower back, right between your legs.
The rough moan that left Tarquin’s lips as he ground his hips into the bed only made you more and more needy for him. Your own hips followed his, lightly grinding your very sensitive clit on the thin, lacy layers of your skirt. It wasn’t long before the scent of your combined arousal was filling the room and you were a few seconds away from flipping him over to find a solution to your problem.
Evidently, he felt the same, because he somehow managed to keep you above him while turning around to lie on his back beneath you. Placing your hands on his chest, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled your lips down to his. Moaning into your mouth, Tarquin easily slipped his tongue past your lips to glide along your own.
With a snap of his fingers, the rest of your clothes joined his tunic across the room, leaving the two of you completely bare. Giggling into his ear, you moved to kiss down his neck. “Handy trick, my Lord.”
Tarquin’s other hand glided down your back to squeeze at your supple ass, making you grind down onto his already hard cock. After sucking a mark into his collarbone, you moved up onto your elbows, staring down into his cerulean eyes. “For the record, I truly didn’t mean to start feeling you up. You’re just far too distracting.”
His low laugh curled pleasurable in your heart, making your back arch under his hands. “I’m not complaining, my love. I will never complain about you touching me. But if you don’t mind, I’d certainly love to touch you as well.”
A faint blush crept up your cheeks as you smirked down at your mate. “I’ll always say yes to that.”
You leaned down to kiss him again, moaning into his mouth as Tarquin’s hand slid around to your front and slowly started to rub your wet pussy. Two of his fingers easily slipped inside you and immediately started stretching you out. Grinding your hips into his hand, his calloused palm grazed your clit just right with the way your bodies were pressed so close together.
You couldn’t help but slightly lean back and press your foreheads together as you softly moaned into the space between your lips. “Oh, fuck.”
He huffed a laugh against your lips as he tugged your body closer to his. “Feel good, baby? You’re already so tight and wet for me.”
You could barely even process his words with the pleasure building up inside your core. With his long fingers rubbing at just the right spot inside you and your clit grinding against his palm, your orgasm wasn’t far off. You just nodded against his forehead, your eyes squeezed shut as you started to tighten around his fingers. “Mmhm. Please don’t stop.”
Kissing you again, he muttered against your parted mouth. “Of course not, love. This is exactly how I want you: squirming and about to come all over me.”
Squeezing his shoulders, your head dropped down as you whined into his neck. The effect his words had on you was insane; almost immediately, the force of your orgasm barrelled you over as your eyes rolled back into your head. Legs shaking, the slick walls of your cunt spasmed around him as your slick gushed out of your entrance onto his hand.
Surprisingly, your first orgasm did little to quell the burning need in your core. You only needed a few minutes to breathe before his fingers pulled out of you, and you moved to sit up right above his cock. Gripping his length, you angled him just right before looking right into his blown-out eyes as you plunged down onto him in one single slide.
No matter how many times you took his cock inside you, you’d never get used to the stretch, always taking your breath away for a few moments. Running your hands over the toned muscles of his torso, you blinked through the burn while his hand gripped around your waist, soothingly rubbing into your tense lower stomach.
Once your core finally relaxed around him, you bit your lip as you stared down at him, before slowly squeezing your thighs to drag your body up and down his length. Twin groans came out of your mouths as you relished the feeling of being this close to your mate. The pleasure of his cock moving inside you was mind-blowing, but the intimacy of this was incomprehensible.
Tarquin’s hands came around to rest right where your thighs met your ass, guiding the movement of your hips. “Fuck, just like that, my love. Always take me so well.”
When your legs started to shake, he held you up and started to thrust into you. You leaned back over him, unable to hold yourself up with the sheer force of the pleasure coursing through you. Before long, your second orgasm was already creeping up on you. His cock was hitting so deep inside you just right, making your vision blur as your head grew fuzzy.
Kissing him again, the two of you breathed heavily into each other’s mouths as you started to tighten around him again. One of his hands drifted down to rub small circles on your clit. Within a matter of seconds, you were whimpering as your orgasm crashed into you. It was only a few short moments with your cunt squeezing and throbbing around his cock before Tarquin was groaning and coming inside you, your combined releases slowly dripping out of you.
As the two of you started to finally come down from your orgasms, you cuddled into your mate’s chest, entirely content to stay just like this all night.
Pairings: Former Rhysand x Reader, Feysand, Tarquin x Reader
Word Count: 4.3k
Triggers: mentions of depression, relapse, attempts at suicide
Summary: It has been two decades since you left Night Court, leaving the life you had always known. It had been five years since you were in Dawn Court, slowly healing with the help of its High Lord. Now, you had resided in Summer Court, Tarquin by your side through your healing process. But when a mating bond snaps between the two of you when your health turns for the worse, how would you process something that you never thought would happen in your immortal life? And when you decide to confront your former family, would you forgive them for their past discretions? The story of the aftermath of your broken heart of glass.
Note: From this request! Thank you so much for wanting a second part to “Breaking Like Glass”!! I love that everyone enjoyed that fic’s immense angst, so I will gladly give you guys the fluff, romance, and healing the reader needs. And I do hope this isn’t cheesy. I struggled a bit on writing this, whether to debate to make it angsty, but I feel like, it has enough of the balance. Please do enjoy!
Breaking Like Glass | Masterlist
“You know, my stardust, you don't have to do this… We can have our mating ceremony with our family. We don't have to invite Night Court…”
You let out a thoughtful hum as you lounged in one of the lounging chairs in Tarquin’s office, book in hand. You placed a finger on your page before looking over your shoulder at the High Lord of Summer, who looked at you with concern etched on his beautiful features.
After centuries of being with Rhysand, you had always thought that you would be content in not finding your mate. You had thought, and wished, that you would have eternity with the High Lord of Night Court. However, with the fiasco two decades ago, all you wanted to do was heal — fix your broken heart and mind from your torture from Under the Mountain, to fix your broken soul from being ripped apart by your family. You did not want to fall in love — you didn’t want to give your taped-up heart to someone and be worried about having it torn apart again.
You had safe-guarded your heart behind high, metal walls with a fog of darkness to protect it — to protect you from breaking all over again, and losing yourself once more.
But what you had never dreamed of was a mating bond to snap.
And you never thought it would be with another High Lord.
The very moment you had stepped into Summer soil, Tarquin had been nothing but kind and gentle, helping you through your decade of healing. He allowed you to take your time — he allowed you to wallow, he allowed you to be silent, he allowed you to grieve, something that you never were able to do while you were in Valeris. He allowed you to cry in anguish, he allowed you to cry in pain — he allowed the forty-nine years of suffering to seep out of your aching body. And he was silently there, beside you, watching over you… to ensure you were safe and well cared for while you did.
And that was all you could have wished for while you were healing. You didn’t need words, you didn’t need condolences… Tarquin allowed you to heal in the way that your heart and mind needed.
All the while Tarquin healed your broken soul that came upon the betrayal from Night Court, you would be sent back to Dawn Court to mend your mind and body from the tortures of the Attor. The two High Lords worked in tandem with one another… all for you. Both Tarquin and Thesan realized your worth, both realized your importance and believed it was worth their power and time to heal you.
It had been five years since you came from Dawn Court when the mating bond snapped between you and Tarquin.
It was when your nightmares had resurrected themselves from the grave, haunting you thoroughly to the point you had relapsed back from your progress.
You had screamed and clawed against everything that had neared you, your eyes frantic at the absolute fear and dread of returning to that moment in your life — the pain of the Attor and betrayal of your husband, that still lurked in the darkness of your fear. You had hurt yourself, multiple times during that relapse — skin broken with knives, daggers, broken glass — anything that your hands got to… hoping for the pain to seep out of your skin.
But Tarquin was there through all of that — grabbing and hiding everything that you could try to hurt yourself with. He fought tooth and nail to get to you, whispering sweet nothings — that you were worth it, you were worth the pain and anguish, that you were worth everything. And that you would get through the pain — and that he’d be right beside you through it.
You couldn’t feel it, the glow of the mating bond between the two of you — for you were too shrouded in your fear to notice.
All the while, Tarquin felt every emotion you had felt — the despair, the anguish, the pain that wracked your body. He fought back all the tears as he held you against him, pouring as much care and love through the newly found bond.
The relapse had taken an immense hit on your health — you were sick for weeks on end, going in and out of consciousness barely able to make out who had been taking care of you.
When you had been well enough, you had learned that Tarquin, himself, had been the one to care for you during your illness. And you, though you shouldn’t have been, was surprised at that fact. The High Lord of Summer Court took time away from his busy schedule to tend to you. He had owed you nothing… and yet he had taken time to care for you.
“Why did you do that…?” you had asked, storming into his office, pausing mid-step when you had seen Thesan and the Captain in the room. It seemed that you had interrupted an important meeting between the two High Lords — possibly about your condition.
Tarquin looked at you for a moment, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he looked at Thesan and gave him an apologetic nod of his head. Thesan glanced between the two of you before standing up from his seat on the plush couch and heading your way. The High Lord of Dawn smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss onto the crown of your head, “Hello, my child… be nice to him…”
The request was confusing to you as you allowed the High Lord and Captain to step out of the room, the click of the door resonating behind you — leaving you and Tarquin alone in that grand room. The atmosphere grew awkward and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip, you glanced everywhere besides the High Lord, and you heard him let out a chuckle.
You frowned, glaring at him slightly before watching him stand up and walk towards you, reaching out a hand for you to hold, “We have much to talk about, (Y/N)…” he murmured.
You stared at his hand, sighing softly before reaching over to place you had on top of his. His had always radiated warmth that you seemed to want to grasp onto often — it was warm and inviting, much like the summer sun he had ruled over. You followed him further into his office, walking past his desk and onto the large balcony overviewing his Court. There was a large settee that Tarquin led you to, sitting you down before he sat next to you, leaving a gap between both of you.
“Now… What was it you were saying, (Y/N)? About why I did that?” he questioned, turquoise hues staring at the massive land of his Court, allowing the summer breeze to greet the two of you.
Relaxing against the settee, you remained quiet for a few moments, eyes fluttering close at the breeze that tickled your skin. When you opened your eyes once more and turned your attention to the High Lord, you were slightly startled when you noticed he was staring at you — something in his eyes sparkling that you were unsure of… or slightly denied.
“…Why did you take care of me when I was ill?” you asked him, not bothering to beat around the bush, “You didn’t owe me anything, this… arrangement between us is only until I get better and can move on from my nightmares—”
“When did I say that this… arrangement is only until you get better?” he interrupted you with a raised brow, “I did not say anything like that. I am allowing you to stay until you want to leave… I’m giving you the choice to stay and to heal the way you need, unlike your time in Night Court. And, I took care of you because I wanted to, (Y/N). I couldn’t let you hurt yourself like you did, to be so haunted by your nightmares every waking second… I couldn’t let you suffer the way Rhysand let you for all those months…”
You flinched at the name of your former husband. It still ached — no matter how long it had been, it still ached hearing his name. Usually, Tarquin and Thesan avoided saying his name around you, both afraid of a possible relapse. You let out a shaky breath, as your eyes stared at something beyond him, a distant stare — feeling yourself move out of your body, a sensation that had started to become normal for you ever since you were in Dawn Court.
Feeling Tarquin’s warmth again, you blinked twice before focusing on him again a small smile tugged on your lips, and shook your head, “…I’m fine…” you whispered, head tilting down to look at your intertwined hands. You took deep breaths, something that Thesan had taught you after your moments of distance.
Tug, tug… you felt something in your chest. Your head tilted in confusion until you felt it again — tug, tug… You lifted your head and looked at the High Lord once more. You saw a twinkle in those turquoise hues, a hopeful look hidden within those depths.
“…What…” you muttered in disbelief, and you felt another tug in your chest.
“You felt it, did you not, (Y/N)?” Tarquin questioned, leaning forward slightly, warm hands gently gripping yours — as if preventing you from running away.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head, too scared for any words to escape you.
How could a mating bond happen? After everything that happened to you, your mind and body were broken, being held together by pieces of tape held together by Tarquin and Thesan — you could barely hold yourself together. Your healing process for the past fifteen years was slow, and there were many times when you believed you would never be okay again. How can someone like you be mated to another High Lord? How can someone as broken as you be another leader of a Court?
Thoughts of insecurities passed through your mind, unknowingly sending them down the newly formed bond. You were startled out of your thought by Tarquin’s hand gently caressing your cheek, forcing you to look at him.
“You do not have to accept the mating bond, as of yet, (Y/N)… I will wait, you can heal. Just know that I accept you, even if you are broken and torn. You still have years of healing to do, but I will be by your side — always.”
Tears ran down your cheeks as he shifted closer, pressing his hands on your cheeks to wipe them away. All you can do is nod. Allowing the love and warmth of the bond to slowly heal you.
It had been another five years since then. A little over two decades after you left Night Court to accept the bond. For five years, Tarquin had courted you, cared for you… loved you the way you needed. He did not force anything onto you and allowed you to fall in love with him in such a natural way that it felt second nature to you.
“…(Y/N)…” your mate called out to you, snapping out of your trance.
You blinked and refocused on the present, eyes focusing on Tarquin who had moved from his spot at his desk to you, hands rubbing your shoulders. Tilting your head back, you gave him a smile, reaching up with your free hand to reach up to run your fingers against his cheek as he looked down at you.
“No… I would like to invite them. I think… I need closure from my time there. And…” there was hesitance in your voice at the next words, “I do miss them. I lived with them for centuries, and all of a sudden I cut them off my life for a good reason… there are times when I missed them.”
Tarquin hummed understandingly as he squeezed your shoulders, “Understandable. We will invite them… But I worry—-”
“—- I won’t relapse. I promise…” you moved from your lounging position to sitting up, shifting so you were on your knees, at eye level with him. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist so you were steady as your hands placed themselves on his biceps, playing around with the fabric of his outfit, “I’m better — well, as best I can be — but I know you’ll be there… I will be fine.”
There was reluctance in his features, those turquoise hues trying to find any lie in your words before he gave you a nod.
“I concede…” he murmured and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the hesitancy in his words. Pressing a gentle kiss on the High Lord’s cheek, murmuring a thank you before moving back to your position on the lounge chair, picking up your book once more.
You looked back up to just miss the shake of his head, before he wrapped a hand around your neck, tilting your head up so he could lean down to press a kiss on your lips, “After our mating ceremony, I wish for you to initiate our kisses, my stardust…”
Feeling the warmth of your cheeks you stared up at him, “If that is the wish of my High Lord, then it shall happen…”
He let out a low chuckle before pressing another kiss on your lips, your book forgotten on your lap.
The ceremony venue was extravagant, to say the least — Tarquin, as well as Thesan from what you had gathered, pulled all the stops. The throne room of Summer Court was flourishing with flowers and the summer sun radiating down through all the large windows.
You were a nervous mess sitting in your room. It was still several hours before the ceremony, that you weren’t too nervous for; it was the fact that you were going to meet your old family once more.
The Captain of Dawn, your dear friend, had informed you that the Inner Circle just arrived at the outskirts of Summer Court. And that set off your nerves completely.
You had requested, when you had sent the letter to Night Court, to meet with them before your ceremony — to officially close the wounds between all of you.
And so when a knock startled you out of your worries, you turned around in your chair from your vanity where you were getting ready. Watching those doors open to reveal your old family.
There stood Rhysand, in his Night Court attire along with Feyre, who was at his side. There was a pang in your chest, the pain of their betrayal somehow festering its way back into your heart. But it was slowly soothed out by the warmth of the mating bond that Tarquin seemed to have sent your way. The doors closed behind the Inner Circle, and you noticed the Captain of Dawn stationed at the door.
Thesan’s lover is quite a busybody isn’t he…? You had sent down the bond to your mate. And all you felt was Tarquin’s chuckle as you focused back on the now.
You slowly stood up, a small smile on your features before you watched from the corner of your eye Mor heading to a sprint and giving you the biggest hug.
“… I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…” she apologized, the words repeating on her lips as she squeezed you, burying her head into your neck.
Tears pricked the edge of your eyes as your arms wrapped around her and you buried your head to the crook of her neck, letting the blond curls tickle your face.
“… Mor…” you whined her name.
A sob wracked through the blonde’s body, “I’m just glad you’re okay. That you’re better…” she whispered before pulling back and staring at you, “I’m glad you found your mate. I’m glad that he’s making you happy — that you deserve happiness — after all the shit you went through and everything we had put you under…”
You smiled at her as you felt her cup your cheeks, nodding your head, “… — Thank you, Mor. I’m glad to see you again, truly. I missed you so much…”
A smile tugged on Mor’s features, “We will see each other more… if you let us.”
You nodded your head as she stepped away, allowing the rest of the Inner Court to greet you — hugging you and whispering their utmost apologies and congratulations.
Cassian had lifted you into his arms, something he used to do often when you were his Lady still, giving you a spin, “You will always be my Lady, (Y/N)…” he whispered into your ears, pressing a kiss against your cheek before literally handing you off to Azriel.
A giggle escaped your lips as you hugged the Spymaster as he pressed a kiss on your opposite cheek, “We will forever live with the regret of losing you…” Azriel hummed out, “We had and always will love you… But I wish for nothing but happiness for you…”
Your heart flourished at the words of your former family — the words that you had wished to hear two decades ago — slowly piecing your heart and soul back together. You had known, while you were healing, that they had always cared for you and that never meant to put so much pressure on you, unknowing of your nightmares and struggles after being Under the Mountain.
When you were settled back onto your feet, you turned to face Rhysand. The tension between the two of you was still high and you fought back all the urge to just run away from this confrontation between the two of you. You gave him a small smile before focusing your attention on Feyre who stepped up, reaching out to hold your hands.
“I am truly sorry…” she whispered, leaning forward to press her forehead against yours.
You understood why Rhysand fell in love with Feyre. You had heard of the great deeds she had done for Night Court, for Prythian… she was something you could never have been next to Rhysand. The true High Lady of Night Court.
And somehow, you were okay with it.
Shaking your head, you looked at the High Lady, “…You were just following the feeling of the mating bond. Like I said that night, I cannot fault you for choosing your mate. I cannot fault you for following the tug… I — I would like to extend my congratulations —-”
Feyre shook her head, brows knitting at your words, “Do not, please. I will not accept that not when I have unknowingly broken you along with the rest of your family. ”
You looked at her, nodding your head as you felt her step back and the familiar scent and presence of your former husband taking her place. You lifted your eyes to look into violet ones — ones that sparkled with regret, ones that you were in love with for so long.
Even if it was two decades that passed, you felt like you were still in sync with him, knowing what he wanted. Turning onto your heels, you made your way to one of the furthest balconies, Rhysand following your steps. The large window doors closed behind you, leaving both of you in a pocket of privacy away from prying ears. You could see, from the corner of your eye, the Captain making his way closer to the doors and all you could do was hold a hand up — signaling that you were fine and safe.
Turning back around, you focused on Rhysand who’s eyes were solely on you. Stepping past him, you made your way to the railing, pressing your hands on the warm marble, as you basked in the summer sun.
“(Y/N)…” Rhysand whispered one that was so quiet that the wind barely was able to carry it to your sensitive ears.
“I… I cannot forgive you, Rhysand…” you declared, eyes still closed as you let the warmth of your new home wash over you, to comfort you as you confront your past, “I cannot and do not fault you for choosing her. I can see why you had fallen for her — she’s beautiful, both inside and out. But I cannot forgive you for it. You had broken me so much, that there were many times during my healing that I wondered why I wasn’t enough for you to choose me. Wondering what I have done to make you choose someone else other than your wife who stood next to you for centuries.”
You could hear the shaky breath that Rhysand exhaled as you felt him stand next to you on the balcony.
You couldn’t look at him, every fiber in your body shaking to break again if you looked at him. You needed to be strong — for yourself and for the people around you who worried immensely for your health.
“I know… I know you would never forgive me, (Y/N). I have accepted that truth… I just wish things ended differently, you know? I wanted to let you know, that there was not a moment in our centuries together as husband and wife that I wished you were my mate… that there was not a moment that I did not love you…”
A broken laugh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes and looked up at him once more, seeing those unshed tears in violet hues.
“… And there was not a time where I wished you were my mate… But it seems that Mother had a different path for both of us. One that led us away from each other.”
You reached up, with shaky hands, and attempted to touch him; however, your body paused, and with furrowed brows, you dropped your hand back onto your side. You could see Rhysand’s body slouched slightly as if missing your touch. A forced smile tugged onto your lips as you stepped back, creating a significant distance between the two of you, “… I hope you enjoy the ceremony, Rhysand…”
He knew when he was dismissed and he smiled at you before stepping out of the balcony. You watched with longing and pain as he and the Inner Court stepped out of your room.
“… Probably it wasn’t such a good idea to have the two of you alone together…” The Captain commented, stepping onto the balcony, worry in his tone.
“I’m fine… just give me a moment…” you whispered, pressing a hand against your chest, to calm down your heart. You slouched against the railing for a few minutes, feeling the bond in your chest to help your racing heart.
“…Do you need me—-”
“No… I don’t need Tarquin or Thesan right now. They’re in their own state of panic already…”
The Captain let out a chuckle, “That is true… They have set their mind to ensure that this ceremony would be perfect…”
After calming your heart, you straightened up and gave the Captain a light smirk, “…Busybodies the lot of them…” You stepped back into your room, allowing yourself to fix yourself up before the ceremony, the Captain following your trail.
You stood on the dias of the throne room, Tarquin by your side as the priestess started the ceremony. Your gown was a lovely mixture of blue, much like the oceans that crashed below the castle. The priestess’ words had gone deaf in your ears as all you could do was stare up at the High Lord of Summer, love and affection in your features as well as through the bond.
When the priestess had asked for the two of you to exchange vows, Tarquin looked at you with the same look as you did to him, a soft smile on his features.
“Never in my life, I would have thought to find my mate. I had thought that I would rule my Court without a High Lady by my side. But that fateful day I had whisked you away from Thesan and Dawn Court, all I had wished was for you to be mine.
“My stardust…” the nickname always made your heart skip in your chest, “I had fallen in love with you… despite your broken soul and heart. I was honored that you had trusted me enough to help mend your soul from the nightmares that haunted you, and that still haunt you till this day. But I couldn’t let you know of my affections, not when you had set yourself into healing. So I waited, waited for years and when that mating bond snapped, I knew I couldn’t hold out for much longer. I needed you in my arms, I needed to have your eyes set on me — rather than looking into your past. And when you had your relapse… I had to let you know. I had to let you know that you have someone, your mate, to be with you every step of your healing process.”
You felt tears trickle down your cheeks as Tarquin wiped them away, “You deserve this bond after everything that you have been through… the Mother has gifted you this bond. And I am honored to be at the end of that string.”
A sob escaped your lips and you couldn’t even find the words for your own vows. All you could mutter to him as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Thank you… I love you, I thank you, and I am also honored and blessed by the Cauldron to have you as my mate. Thank you for mending my heart. I am glad to give it to you, and not worry about it breaking…”
You watched through a tearful gaze, Tarquin giving you a radiant smile before leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, “And I would never break it… not your heart that is precious like gemstones…”
You laughed as applause reached your ears, leaning up once more to kiss your mate.
Your heart was safe — mended together once more — and you knew it would never break again.
Hello!! I recently found your blog and I love your writing! I was looking at the writing prompts and I fell in love with the touch starved ones.
I was wondering if you could write a Eris or Tarquin x f reader for “the reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it”? I love both males so which ever one is easier for you. But I love the idea of like a stoic reader but the male knows they like physical affection as long as the reader doesn’t look needy.
Thanks in advance and Happy Holidays :)
Take my Hand
Warning - I changed a little bit of the High Lords meeting because THEY ALL WERE TOO NICE. I love Rhysand, Feyre, and the Night Court, but Kal and Tarquin were way too nice for people who felt their courts were personally targeted by Rhys (Kal especially), self doubt, Beron
A/n - the man in that gift has delicious forearms. I just know it. Ps- I know the fandom as a whole wants to push this narrative that Beron is ugly, but you're calling my book one Lulu ugly when you do that. SJM specifically says Lucien's face in that book is similar to Beron's. I think we all need to face the reality that the man is attractive. He's just a dick and that ruins it.
You were drowning.
High Lord's meetings were not your cup of tea, and they never had been.
Maybe it was your young age, rivaled only by your mate's. Maybe it was the amount of loud males yelling and throwing insults that reminded you far too much of your power-hungry father. Maybe it was just that you were "a sleepy girl," as your mate always so lovingly suggested when you'd rest on his chest.
But this just wasn't your scene.
You rolled your eyes, keeping that bored mask in place as Rhysand went into yet another long dragged out monolog about how he wasn't the monster you all believed he was. It was his third one in less than an hour.
You felt Tarquin look at you from the corner of his eye.
Despite how much you hated being here, you loved him, Gods did you love him. And he needed you.
There were arguments from every delegation of who has the most handsome High Lord. You saw beauty in all of them, though.
Tamlin for his flowing golden hair and piercing green eyes.
Helion for that smirk, his skin that was so flawless you had begged him countless times for his skincare routine.
Kallias was the vision of untouched beauty. He looked like freshly fallen snow.
Thesan for his sharp casual wardrobe, his untouched skill and intelligence, his kind eyes.
Rhysand for being the beauty of night itself. Dark inky hair on golden sun kissed skin. Eyes that held the cosmos like he knew all their secrets.
Even Beron, the oldest of them, had looks that held wisdom as he aged like a fine wine before all of you.
But Tarquin, none of them could hold a candle to. His white hair contrasting against his skin, those ocean eyes, his voice.
You had won the mating lottery with him in looks alone.
But it was his kindness, the one trait so many mistook for weakness, that made you truly fall for him. His kindness and his observational skills.
Tarquin's brows knitted, mouthing a soft "Are you okay?"
You only responded with a smile and small eye roll as Rhys began claiming he had not slaughtered the children in Winter. That another unknown daemati had, and he had convinced Amarantha to do that instead of murdering Kal. All before trying to garner sympathy.
You set your wine glass down a little harder than intended at that. Annoyed that he had an excuse for everything. That he blame shifted everything he had been confronted with so far. Kal rose a brow at you, then smirked. "I believe even, y/n, thinks you are full of shit, Rhysand."
You looked down instantly, cheek heating as everyone's gaze fell toward you. "Would you like to say something?" Thesan spoke gently to you. "Perhaps you can shed some light on the situation in the Summer Court?"
You felt it then. The soft tug on the bond as Tarquin held his hand out to you.
He didn't mean to make you look or feel weak. He didn't mean to make it look like he was reigning you in. He meant it to comfort you. To bring you back to him. Back to this moment. This critical meeting that could decide the fate of your court. Your home. His fae. Fae you two had been spending so much time bring to break the social standards with. Fae you were just earning the trust of.
He offered you his hand as his love, as his support, and as a grounding tool. You took it silently, body easing at the softness and warmth of his fingers and palms.
"You came to our home, and we welcomed you as honored guests," you started slowly, refusing to look at him. "We told you our hopes, the steps we were taking for equality, far taxation, wages, you pretended to care and support us. Then you stole from us. You stole from us when we welcomed you as our friends."
Feyre looked down, guilt now hitting her. You two had grown close quickly. Instant friends who enjoyed each other's company. "We had no choice," Rhysand answered smoothly.
"You could have asked us," Tarquin replied. "You could have told us the truth and asked us. Now you ask us to blindly trust you when you've already done that, and your mate, your Court's High Lady, opened the gate for Hybern to enter my territory out of rage against Tamlin."
Rhys had no response. He was looking to you. "Your only saving grace with me, Rhysand," you felt Tarquin squeeze your hand to calm the wave of emotion going through you, "is the fact that your court is the only one who came when we were attacked. Why did you bother doing that after everything you had done?"
Tarquin hummed his approval softly, another gentle squeeze and tug on the bond.
Rhysand's offer was soft. His voice showing he understood the hurt he had done. The personal damage his actions had caused. "Because that's what friends do."
You sighed, allowing Tarquin to take over as the stoic mask of silence fell back in place. Three squeezed came to your hand. A message you and he had made when you were trapped under that mountain together.
It was a message.
One you felt as you squeezed his hand three times back.
"I love you," it said.
Five squeezes came next, conveying the message you needed, "You are safe. I'm here." You broke that mask. Hand moving up to his bicep and head falling into his shoulder. You didn't listen as Rhys addressed you, your court.
You knew you personally would not forgive them.
But if Tarquin did, you would support him, so long as he kept your hand in his.
