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hi! i saw ur taking requests and was wondering if you could do something with azriel and him finding out the reader is his mate please (basically just him being a cute over protective bat boi)

A/n: Sure baby 🧡 Constructive Criticism is always welcome, please be polite xx Sorry this took so long I've been heaps busy amd had no motivation. Enjoy!

Free Solstice

"Mor!" Feyre's voice rang through the estate.

"Feyre!" She called back from her spot on the couch next to Cassian. Cassian let out a wince at her voice in his ear and she scoffed dismissively at him.

Feyre swept into the room, paint and flour staining her fingers.

"What have you been up to?" Cassian asks raising a brow and Azriel gives a low, barely audible chuckle from his seat on the other couch.

"Mor did you say Y/n was planning to come round for the day on the Solstice?" Feyre asks, ignoring the comments on her appearance.

Y/n was an Illyrian female who had her wings clipped when she was young. Mor had run into her in an escape attempt from one of the less progessed Illyrian camps and offered her safety in a small apartment in Velaris.

Since then Y/n had become very close to the Inner Circle, but especially to Mor who made it a point to visit Y/n every day and make sure she was comfortable and happy in her new home.

Mor slid her eyes to Azriel sneakily. Since Y/n had started to be around them more often she had noticed a change in Azriel's behaviour.

He was louder around her, came out of his shell a bit more and he had warmed up to her faster than she had ever seen him do with anyone.

"Yes, if that's okay with everyone. Else she'll be alone and honestly I don't like the thought of leaving her alone on the first holiday since her escape. Or any holiday for that matter." Mor sat up straight as she spoke, glancing cautiously at everyone.

"What are you talking about?" Rhysand's voice sounded as he entered the room behind Feyre, "Of course we're all okay with it." He grinned cheekily and wrapped his arms around his Lady's middle.

"Invite her Mor! Everyone loves her. Besides I already got her a gift." Feyre adds and Mor grins at them.

"Great! I was planning on visiting her this afternoon. Anyone care to tag along?"

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"I said anyone not all of you! Her home is not big enough for everyone without it being cramped." Mor complained as they walked through the streets of the City of Starlight in a big, intimidating, messy clump.

"Y/n won't care. She loves us." Cassian shrugged indifferently, amusement written across his face as Mor continued to scowl.

She, once again, took a sneaky glance at Azriel only to see him sporting a grin as they continued on their way.

"Getting excited Az?" Mor teased and his grin was replaced by confusion.

"For the solstice?"

"I meant for going to see Y/n, but making a move on her on Solstice seems something to look forward to as well." Mor joked. By this time, everyone was in their own conversation and trailing slightly behind the two.

"A move?" He inquired, red beginning to tint his face.

Mor smiled. Contrary to popular belief, she was happy he was developing feelings for her. It meant he was moving on to someone who could give him what she couldn't. And they were going to be adorable together.

"Don't think I don't see the way you look at her Mister. The way you act around her. You're like Cassian, but a gentleman when she's around. No turtle shell." She nudged his side with her elbow and was shocked into a silence when he chuckled.

"I'm not going to make a move Mor. I have a foolproof plan. Not say anything and hope she falls in love with me." Az shrugged and Mor giggled.

"You're hopeless!"

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An excited squeal left Y/n's mouth as she threw open the door to Mor, the High Lord and Lady and everyone's favourite Illyrians.

She moved out the way to let them all enter and they filed into her lounging room, taking up all the seats.

"I didn't expect you all to be over! Did anyone want something to eat?" She offered as she sat on the arm of the chair next to Cassian.

Cassian wrapped an arm around her waist and looked up at her with a cheeky grin.

"Cooking for me sweetheart? You shouldn't have!" He winked. Cassian was always very flirty with Y/n, but it was only a joke.

Azriel didn't like it. He bit down on his tongue to stop himself from growling. He was annoyed with himself. It's never been difficult for him to keep his features schooled. What was it about this female that caused him to lose control so easily?

Y/n rolled her eyes, but she still had a bright smile on her face.

"What would everyone like? Actually I have some raspberry brownies I made yesterday, if you don't mind them being a little cold? They're still quite fresh." She stood from her spot next to Cassian and gestured towards her kitchen.

"You are an angel!" Cassian exclaimed and Y/n just shook her head, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Everyone cheered at her suggestion and she moved towards the kitchen. As she walked, Azriel could see the scars on her wings and back from when they clipped her. He had a sudden urge to go to that camp and rip apart everyone who let that happen to her.

A few moments later she reappeared with brownies and everyone jumped up, crowding the small table she had set them on.

"I'm afraid there isn't much to do around here. I still need to get a few Solstice gifts so maybe we could head out into town?" Y/n spoke and they all laughed at her sweetness.

"Y/n, you are too sweet for your own good." Rhys told her with a chuckle and everyone nodded in agreement.

"It's easy to be an accomodating person when you grew up knowing what it was like to be shunned and neglected." She gave a shrug and the Inner Circle exchanged worried looks.

It was also easy to worry about a person who never had anyone to worry about her before.

"We'd love to go shopping with you Y/n." Azriel stated firmly and Mor and Feyre eyed him carefully.

"Brilliant! We can all be together for a while, but then we have to split up so you don't see what I get you." She ushered everyone up and towards the door, grabbing a small satchel on her way out.

Moments later they were walking through the strips in town, colours and lights and music everywhere.

Life everywhere.

"So who are you struggling to buy for Y/n?" Cassian asked with a nudge that, again, made Azriel bit his tongue to keep from losing it at his 'brother'.

"Mor and Rhys." She admitted sheepishly and Rhys gave a fake offended look.

She muttered a sorry, but Rhys just laughed and reached around to pat her on the shoulder and let her know it was okay.

"We should stop and get a drink!" Mor remarked before gripping her friend and pulling her into a nearby pub.

As Mor oulled her away, Y/n gripped tight onto Azriel's elbow and dragged him along too.

"Get him!" She ordered, nodding to Cassian.

Azriel chuckled at her demand and pulled Cassian along with him by the shirt.

He joined the females at the bar and ordered and paid for himself and Y/n.

"You didn't have to do that Az." She told him, quietly, red tinting her cheeks.

"I know. I wanted to." He tried to shrug nonchalantly, but the blush on her cheeks was screaming at him to press his lips to each cheek.

'Woah. Where did that come from?' He thought to himself. He knew he harboured some feelings for her, but that was...

"We've lost Feyre and Rhys!" Mor exclaimed and Y/n and Azriel were brought out of their stupor.

"Oh well, that's alright, we were going to split up anyways." Y/n said decidedly after looking around.

"Y/n." Azriel's deep voice called and she returned her attention to him.

He pushed her drink across the counter to her and she gave a sweet smile.

"Any ideas on what to get Rhys?" She asked him and he smiled back at her.

"Some kind of sentimental shit. He'll eat that right up." He joked and they both laughed.

She took a thoughtful sip from her drink then placed it down again.

"What about a locket? On one side I could have carved an image of us. On the other, Just me and Rhys. It might be a bit small though... it could be circular, with the Night Court Insignia engraved on the front." She seemed to vomit the words without even thinking.

Azriel was in awe.

"How do you do that?" He gaped and she raised a brow.

"What?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but stopped. He looked around once more.

"We've lost Mor and Cassian." He pointed out, kicking himself for being so unobservant. So lost in the female before him.

"That's alright. You and I can go get Rhys' present ordered then. Then we'll go for a walk and see if we can find something for Mor." She lifted herself off of her stool and skipped towards the door.

Azriel followed without a second thought, a smile spreading across his face.

As they walked through a strip filled with clothing stores, they began to move closer and closer to each other.

Y/n glanced down at his hands. She had wanted to hold it, but she'd never touched his scars before and she didn't know how he would feel about it.

Only a few seconds later, Azriel brushed his fingers against hers and took hold of her hand. He didn't even think about it.

She stopped still and let out a gasp at the touch of his scars and he froze. He ripped his hand away from hers and began to apologise profusely.

"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I know, the scars are-" He was cut of by her grabbing his hand gently.

"Beautiful," She mumbled, holding eye contact with him as she brought her lips to one of the nastier scars on the back of his hand, "they're beautiful."

And that's when he felt it. It felt like everything was right and clear. Like before he was seeing the world through frosted glass and now there was no lense.

The word clanged through him, just as it did her.

Mate.

"Everyone has scars Az," she looked back at her wings for a moment then turned back to him, beaming, "they're a symbol of strength. They're beautiful." She repeated.

"Y/n..." He mumbled.

'What if she didn't feel that?' He worried.

"I know Az. I don't know about you, but-"

"I couldn't be happier!" He stopped her talking and pressed his lips to hers gently.

The kiss was sweet and loving and happy. It was accepting. Azriel was quite happy just to stay like that for the rest of the night, but all good things come to an end.

Just as they pulled away, Cassian's obnoxious voice echoed down the street. No doubt about it, he was drunk.

"Y/n! Help me!" He yelled even when he was right in front of the two.

"You are drunk." Az observed and Y/n giggled.

"Thankyou Spymaster Obvious! C'mon Mister let's get you home." Y/n teased her mate and dropped his hand.

"Take me home? At least by me dinner first, love." Cassian teased and pressed a sloppy, drunk kiss to her cheek.

Mistake.

Azirel didn't even try to stop the growl that ripped from his throat. That was his mate.

His mate.

"What's eating him?" Cassian asked and Y/n took a step closer to Az.

"Calm down Azzy. Help me with Cassian, and just ignore him." She leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

When she returned to her own height, Azriel found himself leaning down, chasing her lips.

She put a hand on his mouth and giggled at his pout.

"Let's all get home Azriel. Then... I think I'll make us some dinner."

heya! I saw your post about requests so can i have like a Regulus x reader? Maybe Regulus and reader went to the cave together? (died or survived? idm) ty! love your works

A/n: Dear Lord I need to get my act together w my writing. I'm so sorry to the people who have requested and not got theirs for like- months. Hope you enjoy! Sorry I decided you were a hufflepuff bc lets be real, if Reg lived, he would've married a puff. As always constructive criticism welcome, but pls polite 💖🥰

Call Her Mistress

You stood in the dark of the cave glaring at the liquid in front of you. When Kreacher told Regulus of what Voldemort had done, his Master decided to find the locket and he begged you to stay behind.

So naturally, you wrapped your arms around him and told him there was no way in hell.

A soft, cold hand made its way into yours and squeezed. You looked up at the man next to you.

"You have to drink it?" You asked him, voice a lot shakier than you intended.

Regulus' hand squeezed yours again and his eyes flashed.

"Yes, darling."

"And I just have to... to what? Stand here? Watch you?" Regulus let out a resigned sigh as he listened to your worries.

"Yes, darling. Kreacher will force the drink down my throat if he needs, just as he has been ordered. And if I don't make it-"

"You'll make it!" You cut him off with a yelp. He winced at the pain in your voice.

"If I don't make it, you and Kreacher take the locket and destroy it. Kreacher is also under orders to protect you." He says slowly.

His voice is low and it's almost as is he has given up already.

You pull him close and rest your free hand on his cheek. His light grey eyes glisten with tears, yet they're still the most beautiful things you've ever seen.

His silken, black hair tickles your hand as it moves against your hard brrathing and you close your eyes for just a moment, relishing the feeling of his cheek against your palm. The feeling of your hand in his.

"You. Will. Make it." You stated defiantly and brushed your lips against his ever so lightly.

When you pulled away, Regulus chased your lips for a real kiss and you pressed a finger to his lips.

"You'll get more when we get out of here."

"Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?" He asked with a small glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Is it working?" You asked, biting your lip and he let out a humourless chuckle.

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Regulus."

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Only a few days ago were you sitting in a library with your love, giggling as he placed kisses all over your face. Now you held him still as he screamed and thrashed while Kreacher tried to pour the horrid substance into his mouth.

Well, you held him as still as you could.

Even weakened this way, Regulus was much stronger than you and his body was currently pumping him full of adrenaline.

"Come on Reg just a little bit more. Please Reggie for me, just a little bit more I promise. Kreacher, how many more mouthfuls?" You stroked Regulus' hair with one hand as the other held his mouth open.

"About two M-" He stopped when he realised he didn't know how to adress you.

"Two more, my love. Two more mouthfuls, please..." You begged him as he pleaded with you and the house elf to let him free.

Your heart broke every time a strained plea left his mouth. His cheeks were wet with tears and your eyes blurred with your own.

Horrible thoughts raced through your mind as his screams echoed about the cave. You must be a monster to put the love of your life through this. You should've done it yourself.

Next time you go after a horcrux, it's you who goes through the pain.

You and Kreacher coaxed the last drop into his mouth and then you let him go.

"W-water..." He mumbled and you nodded.

"Yes sweetheart. Kreacher you stay with him, I'll get him water." You ordered and pressed a kiss to Regulus' head before you ran off.

His hair was stuck to his face with sweat and you could've cried with how greatful you were.

Regulus leaned forward and muttered some words to his house elf. Kreacher looked unsure, but a weak, yet stern glare from his Master seemed to convince him.

"M-Mistress no!" Kreacher yelled, stumbling over the first word, unused to calling you, a hufflepuff of all things, Mistress.

But it was his Master's orders.

You stopped still at Kreachers yell, standing only feet away from the water.

"Mistress musn't go any further. Do not call attention to the Inferi!" Kreacher warned and as you began to back up, a sickly hand popped out of the water and landed on the stone in front of you.

"Shit!" You shrieked and scrambled back up to where Regulus lay.

"Kreacher can you apparate us out of here?" You asked before conjuring some water directly into Regulus' mouth.

He spluttered and choked for a moment beacuse of how he was laying, but soon swallowed the water and begged for more.

"I may be able to, but there are many defenses in this cave Mistress. It may take Kreacher a while." He answered as you pulled Regulus' head up onto your lap to get him into a better position for drinking.

"That's okay, do whatever you can just please get him out of here." Hundreds of Inferi were crawling up from the water at a swift pace.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and your throat tightened in fear, you didn't want to die.

And more than that, you didn't want Regulus to die.

"I'm under my Master's orders to keep you alive." Kreacher pointed oif while scrunching his face up, digging around his magic to gather the strength to apparate the three of them out of there.

"Yeah well you call me Mistress, which means I can give you orders too. And I order you to save him at any cost." You cried out trying to stifle your sobs in favour of keeping Regulus calm.

"W-water..." He rasped again and you complied.

"Yes dear, water. Stay alive and you can have all the water you want I promise you." You pushed his hair out of his eyes and gave him more water.

Your fear and panic was rising and making it harder for you to cast spells.

"Kreacher hurry!" You yelled out as you felt a disgusting, bony hand wrap around your ankle and begin to drag towards the water.

"Y-Y/n!" Regulus' head had gathered itself together enough for him to realise you were in danger.

"Master Regulus must stay calm." Kreacher told him and Regulus panicked as your body was pulled from underneath him.

"Kreacher save her!" Regulus screamed as he began to sit up, crawling towards the Inferi.

"Stay away from the Inferi Master Regulus!" Was the last thing you heard before you head hit a jagged piece of stone and the world around you faded from existence.

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"Y/n... love?" A small voice echoed through your head. You knew that voice.

Did this mean you had both died?

"Sweetheart... please... please wake up..." The voice you loved more than anyone elses sounded through your head again.

His voice was strained and tired and it pulled at your heart.

Your eyes slowly blinked open to see a blurry figure above you.

"Y/n! You're alive!" He rejoiced and you blinked slowly.

"I am?" You muttered as you began to sit up. Pain racked through your body and your head pounded.

"Doesn't feel like it." You groaned, but nevertheless stayed sitting up.

You looked around the room and found yourself on the ground of the small apartment you shared with Regulus since the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts.

Regulus still looked like death, but here he was kneeling over you.

"W- how?" You asked and Regulus let out a breathless laugh.

"The Inferi got you, I crawled after you and Kreacher crawled after us. He apparated us out of there. He's fine. He's drawing us a bath now, then he'll be returning back to my parents house."

You looked at him with wonder. How lucky could you have been to not only have landed a man like him, but go through that and both of you come out alive.

"You're a bloody idiot Regulus Black." You laughed and surged forward to kiss him.

After a few moments of sinking into the comforting feeling of your lips on his he pulled away.

"One more thing."

"But I promised you those kisses if we survived. What, now you don't want one?" You giggled, but his eyes had turned serious - filled with love - but serious.

"I told Kreacher to call you Mistress because... I was hoping you would be." He admitted solemnly and you raised a brow at him.

"Y/n please, please, pretty please marry me?"

hi! can I request a Rhysand from ACOTAR x reader where she is actually his mate but he had made his choice with Feyre and she is just soo heartbroken by it but instead later on she and Azriel fell in love and it all works out in the end? thank you!

A/n: Sure you can love, I am so so sorry for how long its taken ne to get to these. My inbox is so full and I'm just useless. Hope y'all enjoy- constructive criticism is welcome, but as always please be polite 😊🥰

The Next World

Rhysand looked over the small female. She was High Fae, but her stature was petite and fragile.

She was beautiful, but in his eyes, she was no Feyre. He had already comitted to Feyre, already vowed himself to her.

He loved Feyre, but he did not love the female in front of him.

Why did it have to be this way? She was so nice, so deserving of love and so deserving of a mate. And now he had to break her heart

He glanced at her eyes for a moment, then looked away. This isn't fair. His mate wasn't coming. That's why he chose Feyre in the first place and now there can be no one else.

Her eyes were welled up with tears and despite her begging, she knew what was coming.

Rhysand forced himself to look her in the eyes as he spoke, no matter how much harder it made things.

"I'm sorry. I've made my choice. You should probably go." He tried to say it gently, but the words sounded harsh even to his own ears.

Rhys winced, it was as if he could see he heart in her eyes, it was as if he was watching it physically break.

Without another word, she turned and walked towards the front door of the estate, no tears left her eyes until she felt the fresh breeze of the city on her face.

Why did her mate find a love away from her? How was that fair at all? How was she going to face the Inner Circle tomorrow, knowing about the bond.

Knowing that it will never be accepted. Feeling as though she will never be accepted.

She felt numb. But she also hurt.

How can you feel nothing, but also be hurting at the same time? How was that fair?

She seemed to be asking herself that question a lot lately, and as she pushed open the door to a bar hoping to drink away her sorrows, she realized: nothing is fair.

Not in this world and not in the next.

Sighing, she makes her way to a secluded little corner at the bar, trying to avoid being seen by Cassian, Azriel and Mor who were all laughung and drinking together.

It felt like a taunt, they were happy now and they could go home and sleep well and the next day when the time came to visit Feyre and Rhys, there would be no hesitation. They would be greeted with smiles and hugs.

They would be greeted with love. And she would not.

When the bartender brought her her drink she smiled and slurped half of it down in one go. Her face felt cold from residual tears and her eyes felt stiff and dry.

She looked back up to the group she was trying to avoid only to realise that Azriel was no longer there.

Probably gone home, maybe with another female, or even a male. To be happy, or at least content with another for tonight.

The concept felt so far away, she felt as if she'd never be happy again. Especially with someone else.

A warm hand covered her shoulder and she turned around quickly, whipping out a fisted hand, only for her wrist to be caught.

Shadows curled around her wrist and reached up her arm. With a gasp, she inspected the intruder's face and realised that Azriel was standing behind her.

"Why the long face?" He asked and as much as she wanted to retort back, as soon as she opened her mouth, her throat closed up and tears burned behind her eyes again.

She looked away from the male and stared into the half-empty cup in her hands.

"What's up buttercup?" He asked again, sliding into the stool next to her and craning his neck to see her face.

She looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Did you just say 'What's up buttercup?'?" She asked and he gave a small smile as he nodded.

"What's wrong with that?" She shook my head at his words.

"Nothing. It's just stranger hearing the word buttercup slip from the spymaster's lips in such a playful way." She told him, wishing she could smile.

She enjoyed being around Azriel, he made her laugh and he made her feel comfortable. But right now, it felt so impossibly hard to feel happy.

"I'm not the spymaster right now. I'm Azriel, your friend and I'm here to help. Now, you gonna keep a secret from the spymaster?" He nudged her side and she ket out a sigh.

"I thought you weren't the spymaster tonight?"

"Well not actively. But it's not like I can just turn it off." He shrugged cockily. If it was any other day she would've laughed. She tried, but it felt as though she would never laugh again.

"Az... Rhysand is my mate." Shock clanged through him at her words.

"What?"

"He's my mate. And he doesn't want me."

"Oh my god."

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It had been a week since Rhysand's rejection and no one from the Inner Circle had seen Y/n since.

Except for Azriel.

She didn't show up for lunch the next day and she didn't appear for any meetings or meet-ups.

Mor and Cassian were worried and guilt was eating at Feyre, she felt it was her fault.

Rhysand was destroyed by guilt, he hadn't seen her in person since everything went down, but though the bond was quieting, it was as if he could feel her heartbreak through the bond.

But he could also feel something else, he didn't know what it was, but he thinks it is the reason he can feel the bond breaking.

Azriel had been spending all his spare moments with her, dedicating himself to making her feel better and helping her realise that she doesn't need a mate to be happy.

She doesn't need Rhys.

And she knows. She doesn't need Rhys, she has never needed him. The bomd had made her mind go whacky.

If she had let it continue taking over herself, she may have needed him. She was ready to as well, then Azriel put his hand on her shoulder.

Azriel smiled at her and got her to tell him what was happening.

Azriel called her a buttercup.

She hadn't smiled that night, but when she went to bed she questioned herself.

Why dodn't she smile that night? Azriel makes her smile. Why is she letting Rhysamd get in the way of that.

Of everything.

He doesn't want her and while it hurts, there is nothing she can do about it.

But she can find someone who does want her.

Her friends want her, maybe not in the way she would've been with a mate, but they love her and they want her.

A knock sounded on the door and everyone fell silent. They knew the scent and they knew who was at the door.

Feyre went to answer.

The group couldn't see what was happening, but they could hear the words exchanged.

"Y/n..."

"Is everyone here already?"

"Y/n I-" Feyre was cut off by a thumping noise.

Did she punch her?

The group got off the couch and walked into the entry hall to see Y/n and Feyre standing there wrapped in a hug.

Feyre was whispering 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' and Y/n was just shaking her head.

Rhysand gave a soft smile at the scene in front of him. Through the slightly crumbling bond between them, he could feel Y/n healing.

When Feyre and Y/n pulled apart, everyone wanted their turn. There was almost a line in front of her while they waited for their hug too.

Rhys could feel Y/n's hesitation amd he didn't want to push it so he didn't get in line.

Then it was Azriel's turn.

He engulfed her and her small body pretty much disappeared into his as they hugged.

He squeezed her tightly and they stayed like that for a long moment, longer than the rest, inhaling each other's scents and revelling in the comfort of one another.

Rhys noticed. And he smiled. He knew why she was healing.

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It had been almost five months since Rhys had rejected the mating bond between him and Y/n.

If you looked really, really hard, it was still there. But it was faint and he could no longer feel her emotions, hear any words she let down the bond. It was pretty much non-existent.

And Y/n no longer cared. Of course she cared about Rhysand. They were still friends, in fact they were quite close after everything that had happened.

But she didn't need him the way she might've. She did need Azriel though.

And Azriel needed her.

They sat together on Azriel's couch, well, they layed together.

Azriel layed on the couch and she lay on top of him, his arms around her waist and keeping her from slipping off.

"Y/n?"

She hummed in response, but her eyes were still glazed over sleepily.

"Do you ever wish Rhys had picked you?" His voice was quiet.

"No." She replied with absolutely no hestitation.

"Why?"

"Because I love you and I am happier with you than I could ever be with Rhys. It's almost as if I left Rhys in the world behind me. You are my new world. And I would never wish for anything else." Her words were sweet, her voice was smooth and her eyes were soft.

Azriel was overcome with the love he felt for her. He lifted his wings up and wrapped them around her body tightly.

She felt warm and safe wrapped up in his arms and wings, surrounded by his scent and his love and also his shadows.

They weren't mates, but it didn't matter. They were in love.

Heya:)) Could you write an Aedion x reader where reader is one of the Cadres' sister who has been hiding from Maeve her whole life up until the Orynth battle? Maybe the reader could *SPOILERS FOR KOA* save you know who is important to Aedion:)) the baby lion, my hearttt Or a Dorian x reader where the reader is belived to be one of the ladies at court, but truly she is one of the rebels Nehemia works with? Perhaps a Fae/Therian reader:)) Happy writing if you'd like to think about my requests uwu

A/n: Hi I'm back almost a literal year later sorry bout that one y'all. Obvious KOA Spoilers. I am going to try and do both the Aedion and Dorian one, but no promises haha. Also I didn't include Vaughan bc I don't give a fuck about him sorry. Hope you enjoy, as always, feedback welcome, but please be polite 😄❤

Do What?

The young demi-fae pulled his sister in close as she chewed on stolen bread. She was so young, even by a faerie's standards.

"Lorcan?" Her small voice piped up and he curled both himself and his sister further into the corner he had found to hide out in.

"What?"

"When can we go home?" Lorcan sighed.

She was still too young to understand.

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Rowan was suspicious. Lorcan was always the most actively loyal to Maeve. It was obvious he'd do anything, give everything for her even without the Blood Oath binding him to her.

So why is it that he seemed he was hiding something from her? He would sneak away multiple times throughout the day and as he earned Maeve's trust she gave him orders that took him away for long periods of time.

Prior to those periods he would spend an extended amount of time completely MIA.

"Preparing."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Whitethorn."

And then during the assignments he would be antsy and anxious and completely out of character.

So as the day neared its end and the Sun began to set, Rowan the White-tailed Hawk launched himself high into the air and trailed Lorcan through the city.

Normally he'd just keep to himself. Everyone has their secrets, but Lorcan's secret was affecting everyone. It was causing him to be unfocused and fumble on battlefields. This needed to stop.

Lorcan had travelled across half the city before entering a small cottage-sized house. It was built of stone and had flowers and vines growing through the cracks. The vines lifted to form somewhat of a curtain that Lorcan pushed aside to reveal the door.

Rowan perched on a nearby tree that gave shade to the pathway leading up to the door and he waited.

Not even a full five minutes later the door swung open and the vines were pushed aside as Lorcan stalked out of the cottage holding a basket. A young girl followed.

Her ears were delicately pointed and her hair shone in the evening orange glow of the sunset. She wore a simple forest green tunic, black pants and brown, worn leather boots.

She carried two baskets and a cheeky smile was spread across her face as she nudged past Lorcan and down the path from the house to the main road.

With little hesitation, Rowan shifted and landed in front of Lorcan, between him and the female.

"Who is she?" He got straight to the point, arms crossed, a deadly glare fixed and Lorcan.

"She is right here, and can talk for herself." The female stalked up to Rowan and poked his shoulder.

Poked. Rowan was just poked by some child. Some girl. He had sent trained warriors scurrying off battlefields with the same glare, but this female just shuffled past him to stand by Lorcan.

"Rowan, you can't-" But he was cut off.

"I'm Y/n." Her cheeky grin grew as if she knew what Rowan was thinking.

"Shut up." Lorcan snapped and she shrugged.

"Rowan you can't tell Maeve. She can't know about..." His voice was slightly unsteady. Rowan had never heard Lorcan falter before.

"Why? Who is she?"

"My sister. She's my younger sister. Rowan you can't- With everything that happened with Fenrys and Connall. I can't let-" Rowan stopped his rambling with a hand on his shoulder, not a comfort. A demand; for his full attention.

"I won't let Maeve find out, but you have to be careful. Stop letting her distract from your work, else Maeve will get suspicious. If she asks, I cannot lie." They understood each other. Brother to brother, do not let this innocent girl be tied to Maeve for the rest of her life as they are.

"I know."

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Rowan, being the only one who knows about Y/n grew quite close with her. He alternated who went to see her and who prepared her for when they were to go away so as to arouse less suspicion.

He found that, after a while of him being stoic and closed off around her and her bugging him into opening up, he could let the cold warrior act fade away. Having a friend, that feeling of not being so alone. It made the world a little warmer.

The first time he let that act drop around her was simply out of frustration.

"Gods above are you annoying."

"I prefer to think of myself as persistent."

"That's one way of putting it."

But he found that she wasn't one to judge and in fact began to find comfort in her words.

There was a certain warmth in her stupid jokes and a hope in the brightness of this female who had a dark, lonely life.

Y/n's birthday was approaching and after finding out Lorcan had never given her a birthday gift, Rowan decided to do so himself.

He walked down the streets of Doranelle towards Y/n's cottage, gift bag in hand. The gift was a small rectangular locket engraved with the vines and flowers that covered her house.

He reached the front of the cottage and that's when he felt it. He stopped still in his tracks and sighed.

"Okay, get out here." He called to the air and turned around.

Out of the alley between Y/n's home and the neighbouring house the Wolf Twins and Gavriel marched into the path.

"We know you've been visiting this house every other day, Whitethorn. We're gonna need you to tell us why." Connall's tone does not allow for argument.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't, we're gonna report this to Maeve. If you do, we'll keep it on the down low." Fenrys piped up and Rowan snarled.

"Swear it." After each of them swear on something that matters, Rowan allows them to follow him into the cottage.

Y/n skips through the house into the entryway and stops in shock at the group of fae warriors standing in her doorway.

"Rowan we talked about this. You cannot bring home every stray you see!" She scolds and he rolls his eyes.

He places her gift on the small table in the hallway and leads everyone to the small living space with a deep red velvet couch.

"This is Y/n. She is Lorcan's younger sister. If anyone hurts her, they die. If anyone tells Maeve about her, they die. That's all the ground rules." Rowan laid out then gestured towards the door for them to go.

Y/n stepped forward and pulled his arm down.

"So are all of you as grouchy as Rowan or would you guys like some drinks? I made brownies this morning if anyones interested." Y/n turns and wanders into the kitchen, continuing to ramble.

"I put raspberries in then though to cut through the denseness it adds a hit of freshness you know..." As she clangs around the kitchen her words get drowned out and Gavriel and Fenrys raise their brows at Rowan.

"You guys are telling Lorcan about this." Is all he says before following Y/n into the kitchen.

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After years and years of being hidden from Maeve and being secretly looked after by each member of her brother's team, Lorcan took Y/n away from Doranelle.

He wanted to find and destroy the Wyrdkeys to protect Maeve, but there was no telling how long that could take so he packed her up and took his sister with him.

His intention was to take her to Rifthold and find her a place to live while he travelled. If she covered her ears she could get a job and make a living for herself where she could be safe until he came back for her.

Of course everything spiralled out of control when Aelin Goddam Galathynius got involved.

Y/n had a two-bedroom apartment with running water and a huge bath. She lived alone, but she didn't mind so much. It was peaceful and she could walk around in as many or as little clothes as she wanted.

She had found a job at a popular bakery that recieved a lot of foot traffic due to its proximity to the castle, her brownies one of the most popular products since she arrived.

One day, fate decided enough was enough. Aelin and Rowan walked into the bakery at the end of Y/n's shift.

She took off her apron and hung it on a hook by the door to the kitchen. She then washed her hands and walked into the dining room and right into a hard chest.

"Oh I am so sorry." She apologises, glancing up at the man.

"R-Rowan?" She gasped and his eyes were wide.

"Y/n? Of all the-" He was cut off by Y/n leaping up and into his arms. He threw his arms around her holding her off the ground her legs dangling beneath her.

"Holy Gods! What are you doing here? You cut your hair!" She rambled as he put her on the ground and smiled at her. He kind of missed her endless rambling.

Y/n being Y/n offered up her help to Aelin and Rowan in any way she could give it, completely unaware of her brother's negative relations with the two.

Being one of the only females around, she and Aelin became fast friends and were soon a very troublesome duo.

Then there was the day she met Aedion.

"And who is this now?"

"Aedion this is Y/n. She's Rowan's friend from Doranelle. He trusts her so I do too, play nice." Aelin introduced, biting into a brownie to end the conversation.

"Are there brownies for me?" Is all Aedion said.

The last weeks all flashed through Y/n's mind as she limped through the the halls of the stone castle searching for her brother.

"Lorcan!" She called out as the towering warrior came into view.

"Y/n-" His breath caught at the state of his sister, black blood covering her clothes and some of her own blood sticking her hair to her forehead.

"Did you really do that?" She asked and he raised a brow.

"What?"

"Trap Rowan? With those monsters?" His eyes widened.

"Well I was-"

"What reason could you give? How could you do that?" Her voice raised and he simply blinked. She had never raised her voice at him before.

"You don't understand Y/n. Aelin is-"

"Stop," she paused to take a breath to keep from yelling, "stop talking to me like I am a child. I am hundreds of years old Lorcan. I am not a child. And you are a liar. Rowan could've died! He almost did!" Her face was red as she lost breath, rage bubbling up inside her chest.

It felt like her heart was cracking. Betrayal. That was what she was feeling. She never thought of Lorcan as someone like this. To turn on Rowan so fast just because he found his freedom.

"Aelin and Rowan are-"

"Good people! They are good people. I cannot believe you!" She cut him off again and he snapped.

He stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder, firmly, but not hard enough to hurt her.

"They are our enemy. Look Y/n I need to go. I'm on a mission and you're going to come with me." She shook his hand off and stepped backwards, wincing in pain at the movement.

"Don't. Don't touch me. Just answer me this. This...mission...you're on, did you have to kill Rowan for it? Or hurt him? Was that necessary?" He just stared at her. No. He knew he'd lost this fight.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." She limps past him and turns into the closest room, slamming the door.

Leaning against the wooden door she slides to the ground, her face crumpling as silent sobs leave her lips.

"Y/n?" A soothing voice asked.

Her eyes snap open and Aedion had kneeled in front of her.

"What happened?" He shuffled to sit next to her against the door.

"My brother's a liar. And I... think... I think I've lost him." Her sobs became audible and she leaned into Aedion, burying her head into his chest as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

After letting her cry it out for a while she pulled away from his chest and just laid her head on his shoulder.

"Could you just distract me please?" She asked and he nodded.

"Well...I found out that Gavriel is my Father. You know him much better than I do. Maybe you could tell me about him?" He asked and Y/n glanced up at him, a small smile gracing her face.

Aedion's heart fluttered unexpectedly.

"You're very lucky in the paternal department Aedion. Let me tell you about the first day I hung out with Gavriel alone. Oh, the funniest thing happened!" And she began rambling again, Aedion learning anything and everything about Gavriel as Y/n got lost in the details of her stories and her tears dried up.

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It was hard for Y/n to let Rowan go off to find Aelin and not follow, but Aedion's face at the mere mention of being separated from her. She couldn't bare it. So she hugged Rowan tightly, gave him her locket and told him to stay alive so he could return it.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck in a desparate hug. Pulling away she gave a weak smile.

"Don't lose yourself in this search Rowan. Keep a clear head. Save our Queen. And try to stay alive while you're at it. I'm gonna want this back." She tugged slightly in her locket hanging around his neck. And then he left.

Lorcan had tried to speak to her, but she'd just stood by Aedion's side and ignored him. She'd forgive him if he apologised after the war.

It may have been incentive for him to survive the oncoming war.

'Survive and I'll forgive you.' She thought.

And over the months she and Aedion built an unbreakable connection. Though they argued at times as the stress got to each of them, every night ended with them holding each other close under the covers.

They hadn't talked about what this was that seemed to be growing between them. There was an unspoken agreement. Get through this first and then they can be together.

But this was war. And real life never went the way it was planned.

"Go! Go to them! I'll hold the gate with him!"

"Y/n! I- I have to tell you, I-" But she held a hand over his mouth.

"Tell me when this is over. Tell me when we survive." She says and he sighs into her hand.

"Then survive. Because this is something you'll want to hear." And then he turned and sprinted for the Bane while she ran for Gavriel.

And now here he is in a small bedroom, his father standing behind him with a hand on his shoulder as he cried over Y/n's unmoving body.

His body shakes, his throat burns and his vision blurs with tears. His red face is hot to the touch as he buries his face in his hands.

His gasping breaths are filling the room, they are the only sound. Gavriel can't bear to see his son like this. And it's breaking his heart to see Y/n this way. He can't even imagine what Lorcan and Rowan's responses will be.

"Y/n! Y/n!" The screams of her names started, Lorcan's voice joining Aedion's tears. The door slams open and Lorcan and Rowan barge in then stop dead at what they see.

"I-is she..." Rowan trails off, while Lorcan only stares.

"We don't know." Gavriel responds and Lorcan's eyes snap up to him.

"You don't know?" His voice is deep and gravelly and filled with grief.

"Her heartbeat is undetectable, but there's a small chance she could wake up." Gavriel explains and Lorcan takes a menacing step towards him.

"You did this. You let this happen!" He yells and Gavriel lets him.

"Lorcan! Stand down!" Rowan commands, grabbing Lorcan's shoulder only for the male to shove him backwards.

"No! She was fighting with you! You should've protected her! Why didn't you protect her!" He slams Gavriel backwards into a wall. A piece of art crashes to the ground. His voice breaks as he screams.

"Why didn't you protect her!" He yells again, this time when Rowan pulls him away, he lets go of the Lion. His knees give way and his body buckles to the ground and tears begin to fall down his cheeks.

None of them had ever seen Lorcan cry before and now here he was. His sobs and Aedion's the only sounds for miles.

You can hear the hearts breaking in this room.

"Oh Mother of Every Hell, what happened?" A groggy female voice rang out, silencing the cries.

Aedion's head snaps up and Y/n had a hand to her head as she groaned. Her eyes meet his and she gives a little smirk at the state of him.

"What? You boys crying over me?" She asks cockily, but Aedion doesn't laugh.

"Don't fucking do that!" He growls, standing from his spot beside the bed.

"Do what?" She asks, but he leans down and presses his lips to hers. She lets out a squeak before lifting her good arm up and resting her hand on the back of his neck.

When he finally separates himself from her for a breath, he rests his forehead on her own. A dazzling smile on rested her face despite the pain she's in and the near death she just came back from.

"I love you too."

Oooooh, I always wanted to do one of these :D

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Rules: tag nine people you want to know better and answer the questions!

Relationship status: Single!

Favorite color: Lavender 

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It didn't take much for Eduardo to solve her riddle - and although he had made some mistakes while writing down- the secret message was still pretty clear

"i love you dummy i have a crush on you"

His tail started wagging while he was still reading the phrase, making sure it was the right translation.

He blushed even more and thought for a moment to pinch himself to check if he was not dreaming.

Also have a drawing of blushing Eduardo bc y e s

✉ or ?? For anyone you want!

Settled for a new ship alright? Freya x Eduardo.

(She needs love from him. NOW.)

Dear: Eduardo

Okay, I'm getting straight to the point. How did you manage to convince me to go with you every single time I see you around HSA school grounds?

You didn't put a hex on me, did you? Cause you better not. Okay, please ignore that line please.

Anyways, so... I've been getting a little fuzzy on the inside now thanks to you. And you managed to pop my anxiety bubble... Which you heard my voice and me talking normally as well...

I've having a hard time saying this, well to you personally. So... Answer this riddle, got it?

Cause that's what I've been trying to tell you.

Riddle: 9 - 8, 1, 22, 5, - 1 - 3, 18, 21, 19, 8, - 15, 14, - 25, 15, 21,

9 - 12, 25, 22, 5, - 25, 15, 21, - 4, 21, 13, 13, 25 -

____________________________________

P.S. If you let anyone see this letter, don't make me spam you tonight.

I had to think hard abt this!

Scott pilgrim vs the world (movie) album

2) Let it be by the Beatles

3) Date at the Races by Queen

4) Alvin and the Chipmunks movie album

5) Be the cowboy by mitski

6) Mystery meat by soddiken

7) O My Heart by Mother Mother

8) Digital Silence by Peter Mcpoland

9) The Secret cinematic Universe sounds of jimmy urine

10) The Year Without a Santa Clause soundtrack

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tagged by @seekdestr0y to list my 10 fav albums of all time and tag 10 mutuals !!!!!!!!! thank uuuu!!!!!! (this is literally impossible ........... so this is in no particular order)

1. the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars by david bowie

2. germfree adolescents by x-ray spex

3. signos by soda stereo

4. nimrod by green day

5. give 'em enough rope by the clash

6. reject all american by bikini kill

7. fea self titled

8. savage garden self titled

9. live through this by hole

10. bringing down the horse by the wallflowers

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