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-after Damian turned 16, at the family dinner-

Bruce: so... Damian, do you remember the Oreov girl you met at the gala last week?

Damian: *looks up* yes

Bruce: what do you think of her...?

Dick: *tries not to laugh*

Tim: *fails not to laugh*

Steph: *doesn't even try not to laugh*

Damian: she was... acceptable, if a bit annoying, why do you ask?

Tim: He's trying to set you up!

Batkids -Damian: *laughs*

Damian: *stares blankly*

Bruce: og course, you don't hav-

Damian: father, are you unaware that I'm in a committed relationship?

Duke, Tim and Dick: *choke on their food*

Steph: *choke on her drink*

Cass: *smiles*

Batkids: WHAT?!

Bruce: ... I-....

Jason: *laughs so hard he almost falls from his chair* oh Jesus Christ! The world's best detectives at their finest!

Dick: you knew? And you didn't tell me?!

Jason: where the fuck do you think he went almost every fucking friday?

Bruce: *turns to Damian* I- I though you were having sleepover with Jon

Damian: I was.

Dick: but you just-

Batfam: *stops all their movememnt as they realize*

Jason: *actually falls from his chair laughing*

Buce: JONATHAN SAMUEL KENT!

-over at the Kent farm, also having family dinner-

Jon, who heard Bruce shout his name: I feel like I'm going to get murdered by a bat in my sleep

Clark, who was also listening in: right after you explain why I had to find out you're dating Damian throught their family dinner

Jon: hehe... fuck

damian: well I’m the blood son

tim: bruce chose us, you were thrust onto him by no choice

jason: to be fair he didn’t pick tim either

dick: he picked me under weird circumstances, I honestly think Jay is the only one he actually chose, like one of those strays at the shelter

jason: I’m going to fucking kick your ass

“my daughter is completely fine!”

ma’am your daughter has to read fanfics about fictional characters just to maintain a healthy mental state

Dick: “Hey, Jason—Where did all this money come from?”

Jason: “From B.”

Dick: “He gave it to you? For what? Did you blackmail him?”

Jason: “No, he paid me, in exchange for very important pictures.”

Dick: “Oh, you got evidence for the case?”

Jason: “No, Damian’s baby pictures.”

Dick: “…How much?”

The fellowships are playing game

Gandalf: Now, describe Aragorn in just one word.

Frodo: Loyal

Sam: Brave

Merry: Serious

Pippin: Handsome

Boromir: Regal

Gimli: Trustworthy

Legolas: Mine

Aragorn: ...

Aragorn: What he said.

Everyone else: ...

Bitches are able to read hardcore bdsm porn fanfiction with a straight face but start to grin and squeak like an idiot as soon there is the smallest fluff.

That’s me, I’m bitches.

SANTA TELL ME [pt. 1]

@ofduskanddreams I was so excited when I knew that I was gonna write for you, like really excited. I'm sorry I got a bit late but I hope you really, really like it.

This is the first part of a multi chapter fanfic and I hope that you really enjoyed it.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I'm sorry for any possible spelling mistakes.

Azriel didn't expected his life to be like this when he was a child.

Well, maybe it did, but definitely did not expect to be a courtier in his work just to make alliances. He, as a matter of fact, was a better courtier than his brother was, he loved Cassian, but he was an asshole and sucked in all the aspects of the work it has to be done.

He was okay with being a spy, with interrogating and murdering people, well, not okay with it, but he learned that it was for the better for the Court and did know his job was relevant and it had to be done. Sometimes he thinks of it and doesn't know what to do with his life if it wasn't for the job he has been doing for the past five hundred years.

But having to work even in the holidays. He was maybe not a big fan of the rumbling and the stupidity of all the things he had to endure during solstice, but was one of the only holidays he had, and maybe was a little angry with Rhys for accepting in his name to go a week into the Winter Court to see the holidays there and make a treaty between the Winter and Night Court, but it did pissed him off.

He was expected to accept it since Mor was back from the fucking Continent and Amren wouldn't go, and his brothers and his mates were obviously out of question being the first solstice as a pair for Cassian and Nesta and being the first solstice of Nyx, so he was the better option. Well, the only option available, cause Elain was out of question again.

Between the three of the brothers he was the most patient one, since his life consisted in waiting and waiting for his job to be done, but he was done waiting and wanted to scream to Rhys for the fuck he happened to be the solstice.

That he could join them for the night after solstice for the annual snowball fight, and definitely he would make them pay for this, cause Cassian agreed it was a good idea to make it happen.

But tonight he did not have any patient, so when he throws the glass he has on his hand to the wall it shatters in many pieces, oh how he wanted it to be one of his brothers, he was fuming.

And nobody could do anything about it, not now that the answer had been sent to the Winter Court.

He needed something to calm down, or it will be a very long week. Seven days, he had to survive in the Winter Court for seven days before he could wipe that attitude off Rhys's and Cassian's face with the floor.

Oh how he hated them in this fucking moment.

He hated not being in control, he was a fucking control freak, how could he not when all his choices where out of his hands for all his childhood and early adulthood, even now he hand not all the control in his fucking life. He adored his family, he really did, but not now, not when they make decisions for him without even noticing until the night before he had to go.

Oh he would not go unnoticed. He had a clear idea of what to do hen he arrived, but definitely he would destroy Cassian and Rhys in the annual snowball fight, he had won many before and would won many after this one. He outnumbered the other two of them, not even adding up his victories did they compare to Azriel's.

He didn't tried to sleep, it was useless, he knew he couldn't sleep in this fucking situation. So he started thinking of anything he could've forgotten, even though he knew he hadn't forgot anything.

When he had calmed down he picked a book of the library he had in his plain room, he had read it at least a dozen times, but he hadn't get any knew book that caught up his attention a simple bare minimum, so he kept re-reading the books he already read.

He spent all the night reading till the sun was up, then he had put down the book and took his bag full of clothes, plans, and information he had not memorised. If he was being honest, he remembered quiet well, but being an asshole knowing almost everything normally made people feel uncomfortable, so he pretended most of the times he didn't knew, other times he was extremely cocky about it, reaching the top level of being an asshole.

Cassian was already up when he came out of his room, but choose to ignore him, he really did not wanted to talk to someone so early, he would shout at him if pushed far enough, and he would push, even though he knew it was not good for any of them.

He was gonna go out for several days and eve though it was all bullshit it was better than having to see all happiness around him revolve while he was unsure about everything.

The bag on his shoulder didn't felt like any weigh was there. A remember of all the little things he needed to be set up in another place. A feeling of discomfort waved from his chest. His life was a scattering mess again and again and again, and he couldn't pull from the waves that were pushing and pushing him far below from the surface.

He loved Nesta and Feyre like her sisters, he really did, but before them he was taken care by Rhysand and Cassian even though he did in fact not tell anyone he was hurting, and here they were, far apart from each other, maybe it was unintentional but he did not wanted to go to the Winter Court. It was freezing there, and when it was really winter in all the other courts it was almost unspeakable how his hands really hurt with all the extra freezing.

Not any gloves could fix that shit.

So he started flying, snowflakes in Velaris were merely starting to fall, and when he was out of reach of the city he had called home for centuries now, he winnowed far away. Just when he reached the border of Nearon, the capital of the Winter Court, he started to feel his hands begin to frozen up.

How he hated winter and how he loved it at the same time.

He hated how it make him shiver every time he saw something like a cave or a hole on the ground full of snow, he remembered very well how it was back in his fathers house, the cell full of worms and snow in winter. He hated how his hands ache all this time after the incident with his step brothers, he hated the memories of all of that. He mostly hated winter.

But he loved it when it was not freezing but chill outside, late winter reaching spring, with the chill and the sun bathing all his body without being feeling hot. The snowball fight was the only time he loved snow.

He looked his surroundings, while his shadows explored all the zone. In less than ten seconds there were two white heads that caught his attention. Kallias and Viviane, High Lord and the Lady of the Winter Court.

"Shadowsinger, a pleasure to see you" said Viviane with a wide smile.

"Pleasure is mine" he said with a nod.

It didn't take him long to have it his own way while both of them started speaking of something about the holidays. Azriel was unsure why but his shadows were starting to wander far, far away from him.

"This week we wanted that our visitors meet our traditions so that they could maybe catch some for their Courts, and maybe start a new trade way." Kallias didn't say anything else.

He didn't comment, but was in fact curious of who else would be visiting in this holiday another Court for work and allies purposes.

It wasn't till he saw the palace from far far away that he smelled a smoky scent. Burnt wood, cinnamon and leather, that what it smelled like, and he knew quite well who that scent belonged to. If the holidays weren't terrible enough they might just get worse.

Eris Vanserra was grinning in their direction. Azriel couldn't be more pissed of.

NO ROLE MODELZ | Azriels x FEM!reader

Summary: Y/N is from the Court of Nightmares and the bond snapped for her and Azriel, but she doesn't want to leave.

Warning: Angst

There was only one thing you loved more than the stars, and that was your little sister, Asterin was five at that time, and you had grow her up, your parents never at home.

Your father, Alexei, was a Lord of the Court, so obviously you had been in the reunions the High Lord and Lady had offered all times, but you scaped at the moment you saw the opportunity.

And that was what you were gonna do the second you saw it, but while searching a way to scape you saw two beautiful hazel eyes that cached your attention. And it was at this moment that you knew something would change forever, something snapped.

The bond had snapped to both of you. A warm thread was in your chest, you could see it glow when you saw that eyes again, but you felt terrified when you realized what was about to happen.

Males in the Court of Nightmares where such dicks them all, all wanting the females to left their family to stay in their house and provide children to them, like if they were only good for that, and you hated it, cause you knew that the male would take you from your family and Asterin would be alone with your parents, the worst part was that she would have to be left with what your parents give her.

You have received hundreds of beatings from your father, most of them when your sister was born, like you had to take care of her at the exact moment she was born, and you did, but everything she did wrong was a strong beating to you later, and you had received all of them, not wanting your father to take retaliation on your little sister. She was only five for Cauldrons sake!

But when the male was Infront of you it was even worse than you thought. It wasn't just a fucking male, it was the fucking spymaster of the Night Court, the fucking shadowsinger, the damn Azriel.

Your father had hated him even more that the High Lord, he was the reason his mate was gone, in his eyes was like that, the reality was that she had tried to murder the High Lord and his cousin, Morrigan, and almost got the job done, but it didn't count to Alexeis eyes.

If he discovered it you would be in such a problem, you started hating this even more. You had wished for a mate before Asterins birth, but know you couldn't let her alone at her fortune.

"Don't, please don't, I can't do this" you plead, almost like a whisper.

HO HO HO!!!!!!!!! Santa is back!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been hard at work on your gift and I am so excited to be able to share it with you. I hope you've been well and are getting excited for the holiday season!!

A couple of questions:

Would you want a sneak peak of your gift before I officially post it?

(This doesn't have anything to do with the story but just for fun!) What are your favorite Holiday movies? Songs? Traditions?

Anyhow, my goal is to have the story posted for you on December 21st!! I'll pop in with another ask or two before then though, rest assured. :)

Hi santa!

For the sneak peak whatever you want, if you see like it go for it, but I prefer not.

For songs, and movies and traditions, that's another point. I like a lot of songs, like I don't have one I don't like. Christmas movies are not my favorite, I see like they're all the same, so I don't have one, but if I'd to choose I would choose home alone. And traditions my favorite is probably the grapes, the 12 grapes you eat at midnight till the next year.

See you soon!

Ho ho ho hello! Secret Santa just checking in to make sure you received my last ask? I sent a couple questions on November 1st. If you did and are just taking your time answering that's totally fine, I just didn't want you to think I abandoned you if somehow tumblr ate the ask.

If you didn't receive it can you let me know and I'll resend?

Anyhow, hope you're having a lovely November so far! I'm actively working on your gift and want to make sure it's the best it can be for you, so I'll continue to have questions as we move along.

So sorry I didn't answer sooner, like, I didn't show the notification, but here I am, so sorry

It's beginning to look a lot like C H R I S T M A S! 🎵🎄

Hohoho!!! Hello, giftee!! I hope that you've been doing well. With it officially being November 1st, the holiday season is upon us and I have officially begun working on your gift!! I have a few questions to help me along as I go:

What are your headcanons about Azris regarding the mating bond (if you think they're mated)? (i.e. do you think they know about it and ignore it? do you think one of them knows but the other doesn't? are they both oblivious? etc)

Which of the ACOTAR books is your favorite and why?

I look forward to hearing your answers!! Have a great week!!

Hiiii Santa! I'm so so sorry for making you wait to respond.

Like I think the one that knows is Eris, and it's a fucking tease, Azriel is oblivious but knows how to put him in his place. Like he would have be mad if Eris didn't told him and he discovers it any other way.

So much angst between this to, like, holy gods how I would like them to be soo angry, and the grovel over the mating bond.

My favourite book could be Acosf, but due to the Valkyries, like, I didn't like when they make a prison out of the HoW for Nes. Such a dicks witty that fucking decision.

Have a nice week santaaa

*lands on your rooftop* JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS! Santa is back in town. I hope you had a great week!! I have a few more questions for you friend:

How would you describe Eris & Azriel individually? What are your headcanons about them as individual characters?

Is there anything you absolutely DON'T want to see in the fic? Like any tropes you hate, characters you'd prefer not to see, topics that are a no-go for you?

Would you want the fic to be Christmas/Winter Holiday themed or inspired?

That is all for now!! I'll be back, ho ho ho!

Hellooo Santaaaa!

Im thinking that Eris is a total jerk, but a funny type of jerk that on the inside is like a fluffy cloud, but he doesn't show that part of himself cause he's son of Beron y'know.

Azriel is like a moody cloud, like very close up but at the same time very funny and sarcastic when he wants it, I totally feel he's a cuddler and Eris loves it, but at first it was like hell no.

My headcanons about Eris is that he loves in secret Lucien, like he's his little brother y'know. Other headcanons are that he has a total skincare routine for every f*cking day, like he doesn't go to sleep without it.

About Azriel is that he has bat slippers, like really fluffy and comfortable, he prefers soft surfaces to stay like for sleeping or just sitting around cause he doesn't think quite well of himself but he loves to take care of his body at his age and is sth important to him.

I don't want like a fluffy fic from start to end, like something between angst to almost the end and then some fluff. Also no Nyx, or Feysand, cause like they have so many f*cking fanfics and many books I want it to be this two centered.

There are no no-go topics for me, like I don't really want to see the things I've mentioned but are okay if your idea have them.

Like maybe yes, maybe not, it all depends if you want to make an angsty fic and your idea matches it. Don't really care about that.

Have a nice week! Sorry for being late to respond, I was busy, any other questions you know we're am I.

*climbs down the chimney* HO HO HO!! SANTA IS BACK!! 🎅

I have a couple more questions for you:

What is your favorite thing about Azris? What do you love about this ship?

What are your favorite romance tropes?

That is all for now!! Take care!! *rides off in sleigh*

Hiii, sorry im late

My favourite thing IS that they have the worst idea of each other and that means all things they could feel for one and other are utterly beautiful and sincere.

My favorite romance tropes are enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers, one bed trope, who did this to you, fake relationship, slowburn and forbidden love.

Hope I know of you soon!

Ho Ho Ho, it's your Secret Santa!!!!!! SO excited to be writing an Azris fic for you! Now for my first questions, do you prefer canon or au (and if au which are your fave types)? Do you prefer fluff or angst (or both 👀) ? Let me know and I'll get to brainstorming! 💝🎅🏻

Hiii!

In general I prefer canon but if you write an AU i would also Love It, specially if It is like a modern au ir something like that, like a sports one, or like a mixture of Harry Potter (like they are from different Hogwarts houses or something).

I definitely love fluff but angst with all my heart. Like a mixture of both with many angst and grovelling.

Thanks for the tag @queentala

I'm not gonna tag anyone cause really I don't know anyone on this app, so feel free to do it if you want to

get in, losers; we're going to the wild wild fuckin' west

(yes i made two, i needed a femme version also)

ait, let's hit the hay @joelsversion @swiftispunk @tieronecrush @pedgeitopascal @softlyspector etc

Thanksss, I didn't think someone would tag me in something like this

How to train your dragon (the three)

The devil wears Prada

Black widow

Gifted (absolutely awesome the movie)

Grown ups (both)

The Hobbit (love all of them)

The lord of the rings

Whoever that wants to do it go for it

I was tagged by the lovely @blue-eyed-giant to list 7 comfort movies and tag 7 people

1) Seven Brides For Seven Brothers

2) Grease

3) Jaws (specifically my film when I’m on my period)

4) Beetlejuice

5) Little Shop Of Horrors (1986)

6) Dirty Dancing

7) The Prom

I’m going to tag @nocturnal-cryptid @spaghettiwithnachos13 @starship21zedna9 @spineless-lobster @cinder-watches-musicals @ineffablelunatic @is-it-mungojerry-or-rumpelteazer no pressure!!!

Declan: alright so I got this box and we’re gonna put everything we love in it

Flynn, raises hand:

Declan: no, we’re not putting Ithan in the box

Flynn, lowers hand:

Ruhn, disgruntled growl:

I realized that basically for nearly the entire spam of Elain's life, Lucien was living in the spring court and now I can't stop thinking about the idea that the reason she feels such connection with gardening was because he subconsciously send her images of the spring court, especially the manor's garden, like Rhysand had done with Feyre and the nigh sky.

Totally fair

Gwyn: Why are you on the floor crying?

Cassian: This book is so fucking sAD-

Azriel: That is my diary. 

Emerie: We all have our demons

Gwyn: *nodds sagely and points at Azriel* That one is mine

Azriel: *smiles*

What do you mean this isn’t canon

yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me

Reblog if you think Nesta Archeron is bisexual

This is exactly correct

Breaking the ACOTAR 4th Wall Pt 2

Rhysand: My friend, Tamlin behaved unforgivably towards me.

Lucien: Me too.

Rhysand: I underwent devastating sexual assault.

Lucien: Me too.

Rhysand: My actions have directly led to my mate being put in harm’s way.

Lucien: Me too.

Rhysand: I was in love with my mate and pursued her while she was in love with another.

Lucien: Me too.

Rhysand: I lost my entire family and have had to build a new one.

Lucien: Me too.

Rhysand: Under the Mountain I was one of the only people to help Feyre.

Lucien: Me too.

Rhysand: I’ve made some mistakes.

Lucien: Me too.

Rhysand: So why do E*riels say you’re not good enough for an Archeron sister because of your past actions, but they don’t mind me being with Feyre?

Lucien: Because I’m a threat to E*riel and they have to invalidate my character to keep their sinking ship afloat.

Rhysand: That’s pathetic.

Lucien: Don’t get me started. We’ll be here all day.

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

FEELING GOOD | Nesta Archeron x reader

Summary: You wanted to propose Nesta but she is curious and things turn out different as spected.

Word count: 1,2 k

Warning: she/her pronoun reader

Advice: English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes I may have written.

It had been a long time since you had even considered going home to the Summer Court. You were happy there. It wasn't the place you lived in per se, but the people you lived with.

You had been through so much in your damn existence that thinking about how happy you were now felt strange. Watching the Cider from the terrace of your home.

You'd had to run away from home five years ago, find a place to live there, in Velaris, you didn't even remember how the hell you got there, but you had.

Morrigan had found you, and despite being a complete stranger, had taken you to the House of the Wind to heal your wounds and bruises. You had been offered a home there, and although you did not know how this place had been kept safe from Amarantha's clutches, you were very happy to have found it.

Your relationship with Mor had grown into great friends, or at least that was until Rhysand came back from Under the Mountain, when she began to inadvertently drift away from her to focus on her family. And then came Feyre Archeron, she seemed like a very nice and cordial female, but she was not the person you liked best.

The inner circle had accepted you for a year, although now with the new acquaintances it was difficult for you to feel completely comfortable in her company. Or at least that's how it was until you went to rescue Feyre's sisters, Mor had asked you for help and it hadn't even cost you to go with them no matter what.

After all, you owed Mor one. But now that the Cortes were free, the desire to return home had increased. But it was the moment you saw the eldest of the Archerons that you knew you could never go anywhere without knowing that she would be safe, fighting to keep from being thrown into the Cauldron.

You didn't know why, but you would do everything for her. You had tried to help her recovery, being there for her as a support to her, no matter how many times she kicked you out of it. You had been there, you had accompanied her on her journey towards peace of mind and being comfortable with herself, and that had been important to you.

You had found a small family in the process, with the Valkyries, being part of them, getting closer to Azriel and Cassian, because you had never been part of the inner circle, you never would be, because your safe place was with them, with Nesta, Emerie, Gwyn, Cassian and Azriel, although the last two were part of the inner circle.

Your feelings for Nesta had been very present along the way, trying not to bloom every time she felt comfortable with you, which progressed by the moment, that feeling of being very comfortable with you. Until one day she drunk you had not been able to bite her tongue and you had confessed what you felt.

And now you were happily living with your girlfriend in a beautiful house, with extra rooms for your friends and family. Although there were slight problems with Elain and you, mainly you couldn't stand her, you didn't know it was hers but there was something you couldn't stand about her that made you feel bad, very bad.

You had been very happy when Emerie discovered her bond with Mor, happy for what you considered your sister and the first friend you had there. Then came Azriel and Gwyn's bond, and you were beyond ecstatic to see them both happy, with their mates.

Nesta's arms hugged you around your waist, pressing your back against her chest. The fact that Nesta was six inches taller than you couldn't bother you and please you more, in equal measure.

She left a kiss on your cheek, with a smile, you were home, you were home with her, you didn't care about the damn mating bond, there was no one better for you than her.

"I've missed you" she murmured as she rested her head on yours.

"Me too, you should work less" you spoke, with a certain grace.

"Said the donkey talking about ears" Nesta scoffed with a smile, as she lowered one of her hands into your bulging pocket.

Her happiness was quickly changed to nervousness, but Nesta continued on her way until she reached into her pocket and pulled out a black velvet box, a smirk on her lips.

You let go of her grip, the nervousness you felt right now was getting to you.

"What is this, little one?" You looked into her eyes over your lashes, without raising your head, feeling how she was getting more and more nervous.

You searched for the words you had prepared with Gwyn and Cassian, maybe they weren't the best people you should have practiced with, maybe Azriel's seriousness would have been better for you, but it was over, now you had to think about what was happening right now.

"I know we don't have the bond, but we have a very strong bond between us" you spoke looking away and biting your lower lip insecurity "but I'm sure I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Nesta Archeron, and since we're not very traditional I have not bought a ring. But what was I going, Nesta Archeron do you want to spend the rest of our lives with me?"

Nesta she lifted her chin at you, her eyes shining with surprise and happiness, pure happiness.

"This is the bond, I don't know why it hasn't appeared for you, but it is the mating bond" she murmured looking at you with love "so yes, a thousand and one times I do want to spend the rest of my days with you, sweetness" she spoke with a smile. "Even though I was waiting for tonight to propose, I guess we both know we're not traditional, because I'm not into a ring either," she spoke with some grace, picking up a larger gray velvet box. "Open it."

You accepted the order without question, while she opened her box. In yours there was a tiara, silver with bluish gray stones like her eyes, perhaps it was her laugh that made you realize that you had given her a matching necklace, even in those moments when you did not do it on purpose you managed to get on agreement.

"You help me?" You nodded, taking the necklace and putting it around your fiancée's neck as she pushed her hair forward.

She had cut it off a couple of months ago and now she had it up to her shoulders, a little lower maybe. Since she wore it short, you used to braid it yourself or leave it loose, whatever the result, you loved it.

As soon as you fastened it, she turned a hundred and eighty degrees to put her hands on your waist again and plant a kiss on your lips. Then something appeared between you, the bond that you had wanted so much to appear appeared.

You tugged on it a bit, testing it for real, then harder and Nesta smiled, breaking the kiss.

"It has appeared to you" she murmured even happier.

"Since when do you know?"

"A year and a half ago" around that time you had kissed for the first time. "But I wanted it to show up instead of telling you, I guess things don't always go our way." She murmured kissing you again.

MASTERLIST (last update 24 oct 2023)

Azriel x reader

Good morning

Rowaelin x reader

Gavriel x reader

Only you

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Only you

Azris ( Christmas gift exchange)

Santa tell me

Nesta Archeron x reader

Feeling good

ONLY YOU | Gavriel x reader x Fenrys

Summary: there wasn't a thing they earned till you enter in their lifes

Word count: 2070

Warning: teasing, pet names (sweetie, little one, honey...), PTSD

Advice: English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes

It wasn't as if they hadn't had anything before you came, but the fact that it was too long ago. They had served Maeve for so long that she had forgotten what it was like to have something for them.

It had been strange to meet you, the daughter of the king of Adarlan, a human with raw magic, Dorian's twin and a person of very strong character, they definitely did not expect to have to share a partner, although they soon learned that the bond was not only from them to you , but it also happened between them, only it was something complicated with the war and everything that had to happen at that time.

You were not to think about anything other than Adarlan and feel guilty for abandoning him, as well as thinking that Rowan was a good man, or at least behaved well with Dorian. You were the flour of another costal. The rebellious daughter, the one who had received the necklace long before Dorian and didn't know how she stood up, the only one with enough willpower to take this and collapse afterwards, the one who had never gotten on very good terms with Aelin, just a hearty one

You didn't have much left behind the princess of the Valg, almost nothing. And suddenly both warriors came into your life, as if they had fallen from the sky to help you and that it was reciprocal, helping you when you needed it most, even if that meant having to be there for each other. It had taken you too long to accept that you were his mate, the person who was destined to find them and make the three of them have a good relationship.

Your magic hadn't served anyone present, for some reason I could never use it at will, like I was asleep, something strange knowing that there was no Valg or no tower to do that, it just burst sometimes, like when Maeve took Fenrys.

The pain you had felt had almost made you not want to have known him to not feel it, and even though you had Gavriel he was just like you, both trying to move forward with what was on them, a war and to find Aelin. You didn't give a shit about finding the queen of Terrasen, nothing at all, not because you didn't like her, you respected her and thought she was doing a good job, but your personalities clashed a lot and you were more attached to Fenrys than you want to admit. Seeing him almost die and accept the blood oath froze you, the blood, something inside your chest had disappeared that day, just as you had locked yourself up again, moving away from everyone, Gavriel and Fenrys the first. The journey had been tense with them, you even wished you had traveled with Dorian and the witches, or Chaol and Nesryn long ago.

It had been hard for Fenrys to return to a certain normality, and when he did, you were no longer whole enough to give him what he needed, and although you thought that it would help him, it only ended up doing more damage to the relationship you had between the three of you, because even if it was between two specific people, the third always won in this type of situation.

Aelin and Rowan had tried to talk to you about it, but you had actively and passively refused. However, before arriving at the port, both had cornered you to talk things over, calmly, but you were going through so much right now that you didn't care about them, you were selfish and you knew it perfectly.

Maybe that's why it was never a fucking option that you were queen, because your problems were always above those of others, and even though it made you feel bad for a few seconds, then you would look at what you suffered again and return to the same vicious circle over and over again time.

They both tried to help you and talk, however you didn't say a single word until you saw Dorian again, your twin would know what the hell to do. He was your fucking anchor in this world, one of the only two people you would put his problems above your own for.

“You have to do what is good for you, even if it is selfish, if what you really want and need is to get away from them, you should do it.” The main problem was that it was what you wanted and not what you needed, but you were not going to accept that out loud, pride was far above anything else in your life, or at least in the highest positions.

But you had almost died in that battle, and you hadn't cared much about dying, so you wouldn't have to deal with yourself anymore, with the shitty thoughts you had. And they had saved you, in every possible way a person could be saved. Fenrys and Gavriel helped you try to heal, not just physically but mentally, but the Orynth battle, almost losing Gavriel and the damage to Fenrys, feeling his pain from the bond, you didn't care at the time that you were healing. Something in you stirred and snapped, and the magic you had was suddenly free to use it. You didn't even think about it for a single second when you went to the battlefield, nor when a hunch led you to Elide, Dorian and Yrene, to see Erawan, just to see him and know what he did to you. They let you deal the last blow with no problem, the blow that left him in ashes, nothing, nothing left of him, however your magic wanted more, much more.

The next thing you remember was getting to Gavriel's side, on the stairs, and keeping him from dying, you didn't know what magic you were using, but you had made the heartbeat much stronger and made him live, he wasn't dead, and you could still feel him. Fenrys by the lasso, so it didn't even cross your mind that she might die, not now that her magic was free and she was sure she could try.

Aelin's coronation and the journey they all took together almost made her lose her mind, the pride in the eyes of Fenrys and Gavriel was something you would never forget.

You had had to say goodbye to your brother, because as much as you wanted to go back to Adarlan, back to your people, you had to learn to heal with Gavriel and Fenrys, you had to heal all three. Because ever since the war had ended, nightmares of Maeve's torture haunted Fenrys every night, nightmares of losing you haunted Gavriel, and just remembering everything you'd been through made you have horrible nightmares and panic attacks all over. the nights.

It was six months until you could say that things were working now, that there was no shame in anything that the two of you could do. Aelin was very grateful to make Fenrys happy, and Aedion had started to get along with her, not for nothing was he the person who was making her father better than her.

And now the three of them had moved to a house, far from the palace, in the forest of Oakwald, a place between Perranth, Rosamel and Caraverre. A home just for them, although they had practically not let her make a move, but she had openly told them to fuck off, making the fun of that night multiplied.

"What are you thinking, little one?" Gavriel's arms wrapped around his waist as his head rested on yours.

"Nothing."

"Liar" Fenrys barked with amusement appearing in her field of vision, a smile on his lips and some sweets in his hand.

He left them on the table in the living room to approach the two. First he gave you a sweet kiss and then he kissed Gavriel, for you it was not strange, they were a couple after all, just like you, the rest of the Cadre had had a hard time getting used to seeing two of their members not only as companions but in a polyamorous relationship.

"You never think about anything, you're always thinking about everything" Fenrys spoke, with his hands on your cheeks.

"What were you thinking, honey?" It was no longer a sweet tone, but a tone that promised many things if you did not answer the question truthfully.

You had never understood when they could read you with such ease, you were not bad at lying, in fact it was one of your best qualities, and now you were in these. The feeling of feeling loved no matter what was foreign to you, Dorian was the only one who had managed to make you feel one hundred percent comfortable, Chaol almost one hundred percent, and Gavriel and Fenrys, whom you had known for a few months, It hadn't cost them anything to get into your life and understand and love you, no matter what.

And there you were, in the arms of two of the people you loved most in the world, with a home, a life and in peace. The love between the three of you went further than you could really even understand, the way you wanted to think of everything was incredible. And that you were not convinced at first when you stayed in Terrasen with them.v"In everything we've been through to get here, in how my life went to shit because of a fucking Valg and I had to live with a lot of shit after that" totally sincere, he had omitted the part where he wanted them with all his soul, but they knew it, you had told them on several occasions.

"And?" You frowned.

"Like what? What more do you want?" You asked in confusion.

"You've been out of your mind for several minutes, you can't tell me there's no more" you rolled your eyes when Fenrys started laughing, pinching him, getting him to get annoyed enough to complain, although in your eyes Fenrys was a dramatic, it was your dramatic, your dramatic.

From Gavriel and you, from no one else.

"Details about that, there hasn't been much else, nothing important" you spoke dismissively.

"Yeah," Fenrys sneered, "and I don't have a fetish for seeing you in subspace," he stated.

"We have, because I'm seriously thinking of leaving you like this every day" he murmured and looked at Fenrys, leaving you aside "how would you like it?"

Fenrys gave you a quick glance, you looked so small between their bodies.

"You would look fucking sexy, sweetie."

And you wouldn't mind the hell they both did to you, because you knew it wouldn't be anything you couldn't take, you knew it was normal for you, that they would never hurt you.

Because only they made you feel as if they were taking you to the stars, they didn't make you see them, they took you to them, looking for the same from you, and surprisingly you hadn't had any problem with it at all. "Or how good she would look tied up, while you play with her and I devour her" the three of you knew that by devouring you he didn't mean the mouth, Fenrys had a problem with your intimate area, a very big one, because he loved devouring you as if there would be no tomorrow and he would not have eaten in his damn existence.

"I'd even let you choose the scent of the candles" Gavriel murmured placing a kiss on your neck, soft, like a promise, Fenrys kissed you on the lips, sealing whatever this was.

"What a tempting offer" you purred, and then you looked into those black eyes that drove you crazy, as if you hadn't seen them in your whole damn existence, then you turned to Gavriel's, so wild, you were crazy about the contrast of the color of their eyes, all of them drove you crazy and you loved that.

"Decide quickly, because the offer won't be available much longer, not in a nice way," Gavriel reasoned.

"Only you can make that idea sound tempting" you snorted "there is no one in this existence who can say that without sounding crazy" you spoke.

"Only we are going to be able to taste you this way, forever and ever" Fenrys murmured.

For you immortality would be something they would give without a second thought, although they would prefer to find a way for you to live much longer with it, although they understood the point of not wanting to leave your twin.

Only they made you feel this good, and you were no longer afraid to say so.

Good morning | Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: Azriel has come from a mission early in the morning and has fallen exhausted, when you wake in the morning you play with his hair.

Warnings: fluff af

Author's note: English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the possible mistakes

You have been awake since the sun reached your eyes, but you didn't move, not meanwhile you were eyeing your mate, that's was something that still make your heart beat fast enough for a whole trope to know you were nervous.

Loving Azriel was something you have to work out with since you knew him, and that was something that you love most than anything, that you both fall in love before knowing about the bond, and somehow that was special, in your heart it was, cause it meant that he could love you not because of some kind of obligation but because he really wanted to.

Your hand moves up with shyness, you're not so convince that is a good idea, but you wanted so much to touch his hair. It's something you have done before, while kissing, but not in any other situation, and you loved to play with the hair, yours or from some friend, was a way of distressing.

It's something that came to your mind that since you have said that you loved his hair a little more large he kept it at a different length than you knew it, longer but not enough to call it long, the perfect length for you.

You began to make circles with his hair while you watched him sleep, perhaps it made you look like a stalker, but you didn't care, the peace that seeing him sleep transmitted to you was not comparable to anything you had felt before, although perhaps it competed with autumn evenings in which you sat on top of him and just talked or drank hot chocolate.

He murmured something incomprehensible to you, but it seemed to be something good. He moved, making you freaking out and stop the care you were showing. At one point he brought you closer to him, while he covered you with his wings, as if protecting you, your hand was a few centimeters from his hair, waiting for him to finish moving and you could calm down enough not to feel your heart in your ears.

You wanted him to know you loved him, cause words weren't your best language, not like physical touch, even though at this moment he can't realize he was onto some care.

Discovering physical touch was your love language was easy, people you cared about were surprised when you hugh them from behind, or when you play with their hair or the lobe of their ear.

It was very frustrating to you, cause you never knew if something could bother him, if your touches were something he despise more than anything. You were aware of the story of the scars on his hands, you know how protective were Illyrian with their wings, that's something that have been take in account in your life for caution.

You didn't want him to get angry with you, even though you knew he wasn't gonna hurt you conflicts weren't things you wanted you experience again, that was something that make you really nervous.

In your house arguing was a normal thing, and meanwhile you do it for expressing your own ideas it didn't fit with you, you really hated it, so when something bothers you, you simply disappear til the waters came down.

Azriel have been aware of that, but you never talk about it with no one, not even your mate. You just lock the bond for him to do not know what we're your emotions.

Finally you touched his hair, starting to play with it. And it was so smooth you wanted to stay like this for so, so much longer. You were so concentrated on what you were doing that didn't even realize he woke up.

Azriel close his eyes again enjoying the cares. You pulled a bit, just to get rid of a knot in his hair. The thing was that you wanted just to play, without he knowing.

Your hands went a little bit down, to the part behind his ears. You freeze when he lets out a groan.

“Just keep it up, sweetheart.” You almost jumped out of bed, if it weren't for his hands on your hips and the wings behind your back. You were literally freaking out, thinking your heart will just get out of your chest. “Are you okay, honey?” His low voice just sended an electric current down your spine.

“Uhummm.”

No you were not, this motherfucker almost gave you a heart attack, but you weren't going to argue with it.

“Then keep going” almost like a demanding.

“Umm, not into it right now” you whispered, aware that he could listen it from far away.

“But, honeyyyy” he complained, he wanted caresses and cuddles. That feeling of being protected and loved by his mate, just by her.

“Not into it” you replied.

“So not into it, huh?”

Before you could even realize what he was doing you were under him, tickling you until you reconsidered his very kind offer. Your laughter was the most wonderful sound that had blessed her ears, yet even if you left tears fell from your cheeks.

“Please Az stop” you said finally “Az just stop if you want cuddles anytime soon!” You threatened, but that only made him smile.

“Now with threatens, that hurts my heart, sweetheart” even though you knew it wasn't true you panicked.

You didn't want to hurt him, and when he realizes that something is wrong he stops, eyeing you for some wound or something that could hurt you.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Huh?” You asked, your mind weren't there, not anymore.

“I've just asked if you're okay.”

“Yeah. Fine.”

“Honey...” the warning in his voice did not go unnoticed.

“I'm fine, just... just go back to cuddles.” You were not really fine, and he knows it. But your face said just not today, not now.

“When you are ready” and you know he isn't talking about the cuddles.

You fell on the bed, him next to you. Your hand went back to his hair, playing with his, pulling a little and letting him enjoy.

“What have you done it lasted for so long?” You asked, just without wanting the silence between you.

“That bastard give me work till dawn,” you knew who that bastard was, Rhysand was the High Lord and the brother of your mate. You smiled “you look beautiful like this.”

“Giving you cuddles?” You asked, innocently.

“Smiling. Not that you could look awful, but this is something special.”

Your heart melted, you really love him.

“You are beautiful too, but when you are with your family it's even better” you said while your hand was in the back of his head.

“You are my family” he said, firmly.

That throws a question to your head.

“Would you like to grew up the family?” Your voice is low, shy.

He opens wide his eyes, smelling your scent.

“Are you...?” He didn't finish the question when you realize.

“Oh no! I'm not with a child, not that I'm aware of” you reply.

He nods, his eyes on yours.

“Yes, I want to grew up the family. Many kids around us,” he saids, watching you carefully while you still give him cuddles.

“How much kids are many?”

“Many” he replies.

“Ah, thanks for being so specific” you replied with sarcasm.

“How many do you want?” He asks back.

“I think two if the mother wants.”

“Two kids are very few kids” he replies, not accepting that.

“How many do you want, ten?” You asked mockingly.

“Could be.”

“No. I'm not having ten winged sons or daughters, I will go to another Court if you even think of that possibility” you refute.

“Six?” He asks mockingly.

“Still too many.”

“Not less than three.”

“Two, at least we are having triplets, which is almost impossible” you said, aware of the complications of fertility.

“Don't underestimate my power.”

“Yeah, sure. Shut up and read for now.”

“If you said so.”

He relaxes under your touch. You aren't tired if giving him cuddles, you instead loves it. For the next few hours you stay like this. He falls asleep at some point, but you do not stop.

Not till noon, when someone knocks the door. Your mate growls, and the people outside the door laughs.

You stand up, ignoring Azriel's complaints. Puting some of his wide shirts on top of you, covering your entire body up to mid-thigh. Azriel almost pulls you into bed when he sees you.

You get out of your bedroom to the front door, and when you open you see the two brothers of your mate.

“What the fuck do you want?” Azriel asks, standing behind of you, puting his hand around your waist.

“Did we interrupt some kind of sexual practice?” You blush.

You haven't have sex with him, he didn't wants till the mating ceremony, in two weeks. You were lovers for so long until the bond snapped, so then he wanted just to be special, no to be your first time as mates till then.

“No, they didn't, they arousal confirms it.”

Azriel growls. He was possessive, and didn't want to share your scent with no one.

“What the fuck you want?”

They smile.

“Today is nights game, if you have forgotten is in your house today.”

“You think? Today no one's gonna enter here” he doesn't want them there.

“Oh come on, Az, you two weren't having sex...” he didn't finishes his phrase when your mate slammed the doors in their faces, shutting them out.

“Where were we?”

“I was giving you cuddles, while you sleep.”

“Perfect, let's take it back.”

You rolled your eyes, but smile when he just picked you up and carried you in his arms, to the sofa where he lay on his back, with you on top of him.

His wings were well stablished, without getting hurt.

Instead of giving him cuddles in his hair you started drawing little things on your mates face with your fingers, interspersed with some sweet and short kisses all over his face.

“We have to stablish one day just for this.”

“I agree, one week you another me” you said with a smile.

“Or just you giving” he smiles while you hit him knowing you didn't hurt him.

“You little son of a bitch.”

He laughs, and you know you're home.