The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Chapter Six

Azriel x Day Court Librarian Reader

Summary: Y/n's clairvoyance is a gift from the Mother, but it feels more like a curse. With the power to gain knowledge through touch alone, Y/n holes herself up in The Alcove and hopes her powers and parentage will remain a secret. But things will change after the Summer Solstice ball and a chance encounter with a certain Shadowsinger.

Warnings: Angst. Y/n and Azriel visit The Alcove... or what's left of it.

The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Masterlist

Masterlist of Masterlists

Andrian. ANDRIAN!!! 

The scream of her brother’s voice as Koschei splits his head in two. 

Your head throbbed with pain, like a phantom creature was trapped in your skull and clawing its way out tooth and nail.

Andrian. ANDRIAN!!! 

You winced, trying desperately to block out the female’s voice. Henna - her name had been. Henna and Andrian - two siblings born to a desperate mother who’d promised their lives to Koschei in exchange for survival. Andrian had always choked under the weight of that promise and when he tried to flee the continent, he’d been killed for his disobedience. Not Henna though. She hadn’t been killed for her disobedience. She’d been killed for being a loyal sheep dog sent into the belly of the beast. 

And it was all your fault.

A Grave Misfortune

Pairing: Reader x Eris Vanserra

Summary: When your affair with Eris is discovered, you find yourselves burying a body and sealing the grave with a bargain —keep quiet, never speak of it again. But not all secrets lie still when you put them to rest.

Warnings: SMUT, adultery, morally questionable eris and reader, graphic depictions of violence and injury (but its kinda funny if you tilt your head), post-orgasm manslaughter/accidental murder, partners in crime, blackmail, and a bargain :D

Word Count: 5.6k

omg....new series...my passion project...

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“F-fuck.”

It was half a gasp, half a moan, slipping from your lips before Eris’s hand covered them.

“Shh.” His breath ghosted over your ear, cruel and gentle in the same measure. “You’ll get us caught.”

His other hand slid higher beneath your skirts, gathering fabric in careless fistfuls as he fucked into you— the metal of his rings pressing into your warm skin. It was always like this—dirty, hurried, the barest undoing of his breeches just enough for him to slide inside you.

The air in the small, dimly lit servant's closet was laced with the smell of dust and sex, the walls closing in around you as Eris’s teeth scraped against your throat. You knew he liked it like this—the power, the filth, the risk. The control. 

Eris enjoyed that. Enjoyed you because of it.

"Coward"

As if he didn't have a LOT to lose, as if he isn't risking his life and even putting in danger any little thing he may have had just being in that alliance.

He lost his brother, again.

He lost his soldiers, and he WAS angry about that, he was hurt.

Eris Vanserra is a cunning man, and a cunning man knows when to pick his battles.

Cowardice is in the heart of the ones who doesn't love and doesn't care. It takes bravery to go forward knowing you are going to get hurt. And this fucking man KNOWS he is going to get hurt one way or another.

Sly? Sure. Scheming? Yes. Sometimes an asshole? I can concede that.

But never EVER a coward.

So anyway not to be inexcusably horny on main but um. Do we talk about Eris enough? I fear we do not. Remember how, especially in ACOWAR & ACOSF, SJM makes it a point to remind us Beron is the oldest, longest reigning High Lord? The most cruel one? A threat people have been trying to eliminate for centuries, if not more? Arguably, apart from Rhysand, Beron is the most powerful High Lord in Prythian, and even Rhysand approaches the idea of killing him with caution.

ANYWAY. I was skimming through WAR--

HIS VOICE WAS LOW WITH WARNING jesus christ -- Eris "Sit The Fuck Down" Vanserra vs Beron "Yes Son I'm Sat" Vanserra has got to be one of my favorite scenes in this book. Suddenly I'm remembering Eris is a direct result of two of the canonically most powerful bloodlines in Autumn and I CANNOT be chill about it. We have so many hints in that book that Eris is holding back and waiting for the right moment to strike and I can't help but wonder -- just how much of his power have we seen yet? And then there's this:

I'm going to ignore Azriel's obvious "The only thing I want to be facing is Eris's mattress" agenda for a moment here and focus on another thing -- the entire NC already considers Eris a threat. They already think he's dangerous enough that it's better to have him as their brother's boyfriend an ally than an enemy. Because what happens when he inevitably succeeds in killing Beron and becomes a HL himself? What happens when he no longer has to hide just how powerful he is so that Beron doesn't suspect a thing?

I'm not saying anything that hasn't already been said in this fandom but I never promised to be anything but horny here. I just think Eris "leave it to those who know how to play the game," Eris, who Beron himself is secretly afraid of, needs a little more screen time so I can respond appropriately (bang my head against the wall)

What Lies Ahead (Deleted Scene 2)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Rhysand needs Az back.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 350

Note: Really really really short but I just was thinking about this fic and I had to write a little something extra.

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“Go away,” you groan, trying to slam your door shut in the High Lord’s face. You knew you shouldn’t have opened the door, Az told you not to even bother getting out of the bed the pair of you had spent so much time in since he’d brought back the book he lent you during your time at the House of Wind.

Rhysand chuckles, bracing his palm against the door, stopping your futile attempt at closing the door on him. His violet eyes shine with pride, so happy to see you again and smelling so much like his brother. “I’m afraid I need my shadowsinger back, (Y/N).”

You sigh, backing away and letting him enter your cozy home. The cool breeze sweeps in behind him, caressing your exposed arms and you shiver at the cold, crossing your arms tightly to your chest.

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What Lies Ahead (Part 2)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is a Seer and Rhysand needs her help.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 5,485

Notes: omg…over 10k total…I outdid myself. The moment we’ve all been waiting for… :)

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“Please,” his violet eyes are pleading, aching inside with the hurt his mate feels for her sister that is wasting away in the library. “You’re the only other seer I know.”

It had been a long morning. After meditating with the shadowsinger you found yourself wandering through the house, in search of something to do. You thought it rude of yourself if you had ended back up in your room, where the book that had you entrapped all night still called to you, urging to be in your hands again. You didn’t know what it was about the novel, but something about it called to you, made it feel like home.

Breakfast was eaten alone, though you did see the other Illyrian on your way down from the training ring. He merely offered you a polite smile, and you noted the apology that lingered in his gaze. You gave an understanding and accepting nod back.

What Lies Ahead (Deleted Scene)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader has dinner with Az and Cass.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 860

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Cassian eyes you warily for the fourth time in ten minutes. It’s hard to ignore, as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, readjusting his wings once more, fork clutched tightly in his grasp.

He is quite annoying.

You don’t know why you’d opted to join him and Azriel for dinner. You could have easily stayed in your room, with the twin wraiths bringing you food much like they had been the past few weeks. But the shadowsinger had told you that Rhysand would be around for dinner, so you thought you’d be a good guest and show the High Lord that you could play well with his friends.

He didn’t show up.

The dinner was awkward at best, the two Illyrians sitting across the table from you. Azriel was what you assumed was his usual self: quiet and calm. You wouldn’t even have minded if it were  just the two of you, it would have been like the mornings you spent meditating. You even found yourself enjoying his silent nature.

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What Lies Ahead

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is a Seer and Rhysand needs her help.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 4,843

Notes: Okay, so not quite 5k but pretty darn close.

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You knew he was coming before he knew he was coming.

You tended to know most things before they actually happened.

Blessed with sight, you were powerful, able to look into the future of almost anyone, except yourself. Sometimes the future came in forms of visions, of people you both knew and didn’t, cursed with the knowledge of what was bound to happen to them in their lifetime.

Other times, just holding an object of value from someone you could will your power into being. You had foretold many futures before your centennial year, something you would do for petty cash.

But you had grown tired of the city. There were too many people giving you odd looks, curling their lips and sneering at you as you strolled through town, ushering their children across the street when they saw you coming. Your gift scared many.

But most of all it scared you.

Starfall

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anonymous request: omg can i just say i love your blog sm!! you are carrying the acotar fandom in this app 😭😭 i wanted to request a fic where az and reader are having like a romantic moment where they are dancing in their kitchen and maybe the inner circle sees them and they’re just so happy for them.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 612

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“What are you doing all alone in here?” a voice startles you. Spinning around on your heel, your face softens when you see your mate standing in the doorway. It was one of the best nights of the year. Rhysand always threw the most beautiful parties for Starfall, great food, expensive wine, and the most talented musicians playing at the House of Wind for all of his friends and family. 

You left your mate on the dancefloor with Cassian and Mor, reassuring him that you’d be back in no time, you just wanted to cool down for a moment and refill your drink. Azriel looked reluctant to let you leave and you thought he might follow you inside the house, but you assured him you would be back in no time. 

Walking into the house with a loving grin, thinking about how lucky you are to have found your mate. He was so considerate, passionate, and loving. He really was your everything. You hadn’t even known what your life had been missing until the night the bond made itself known. 

You couldn’t imagine your life without him.

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Leisurely

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anonymous request: Request in which reader falls asleep on him 🥺 like in the daytime so he doesn’t move and maybe the bat boys see it and az is shushing them

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 862

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“Hey you,” a soothing voice greets as you enter the room. He’s lounging on a plush couch looking oh-so comfortable, a book balanced on his chest. 

You hum in greeting, too tired to actually form words. You had gotten back late from scouting the Day Court border – a menial task, but one you took seriously – and woke up early to catch a quick training session with Cassian. 

You’d thought about skipping it, but you had a strict regimen for yourself and you weren’t about to break that now.

The bath you had taken after practice nearly put you to sleep, the hot water relaxing your aching muscles, worries ebbing from your brain. The spectacular scents wafting from the candles and various soaps was just as calming. 

All you were missing was your mate.

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Part 3: Goodbye, Shadowsinger

🕊️ TW: This chapter contains mentions of suicidal ideation and an attempted act of suicide. Please read with care and prioritize your well-being.

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Genre: romcom, humor, fish out of water reader, canon (ish)

Summary: Murdered after a late-night study session in the modern world, you awaken in Prythian—still yourself, but with Fae features and the infamous title of Beron’s cold-hearted and ruthless daughter.

Then, fate snaps the mating bond into place between you and the shadowsinger, Azriel—who rejects it so fiercely, even the magic recoils.

You died a healer. You woke up a villain. Now fate’s mated you to who wants nothing to do with either—you’ll prove them all wrong, one heartbeat at a time.

Between Two Fires - Masterlist

You woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, as if the essence of autumn itself had infused your borrowed bones.

Sunlight streamed through amber-stained glass, painting warm patterns across the silk sheets that felt too soft, too decadent against your skin.

Silver Soul | Eris x Reader ft. Azriel

Eris x Reader ft Azriel | Azriel finds himself meddling into business he shouldn't.

a/n: This is pt.4 to my recent Eris series. A little over 2K words, just some insight into Azriel's mind.

warnings: angst, reader is pregnant/ hidden pregnancy trope

It was Azriel, the Night Court’s spymaster, standing before you, his piercing hazel eyes locking onto yours. 

Time stood still for a moment, the air between you growing thick as you stared at each other. Even your heart felt as though it stopped beating. But then you blinked, and found a surprising softness to Azriel’s eyes. 

There was no judgement, no disgust. Only concern.

A shadow slithered between you both, quietly offering you a cloth. You swallowed, mortification clawing at your throat. “I—"

Walk Away

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You feel lonely because Azriel is being overworked and you never get to see him anymore. Confrontation occurs.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,649

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It wasn’t supposed to end like this. 

Why you thought you could have a normal conversation with your mate about taking a break every once in a while from his duty was beyond you. You knew that his job was important to him, to his High Lord, to the Night Court, but you were feeling that sense of longing and loneliness grow day by day, twining from your heart like a vine of sharp thorns, crawling down into the bond that seemed much more like a void these days.

A pit of emptiness where there used to be warmth and love and the two of you never wanted to be away from each other for even the slightest of seconds, always connected in some way whether it was a hand splayed across your lower back, your pinky finger latched around his, or his shadows caressing you. He was a constant.

You didn’t know when it started to get like this. When his position had become more important than even something so simple as checking in on each other, a kiss to the cheek in passing…you were almost positive he didn’t even come to bed most nights, either falling asleep in his work or arriving after you fell asleep and leaving before you woke. 

You thought that seeing him again would mend whatever had caused the two of you to drift apart, but instead it just hurts.

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Anything For You Fox

Eris x reader

A/n: in anticipation for @erisweek2023 please enjoy this soft fic of Eris taking care of reader. I’m so excited for Eris week I’m so excited for the fics I have planned.

Warnings: none

The ball raging on in the grand room of the Forest House showed no sign of slowing down any time soon. It was well past midnight and you were exhausted, practically falling asleep standing up.

Eris was beside you in an instant feeling a wave of exhaustion from you down the bond. He wraps a strong arm around your waist, leaving a soft kiss on your head. “You ok fox?” He murmurs against your hair. You nod, “Just tired. And done with this party.” Eris hums in agreement.

Removing his arm from your waist he offers you his arm. A suggestive smirk on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You take it, letting your mate lead you into the cool hallway toward the courtyard.

Eris pauses looking down at you, “Cabin?” A bright smile takes over your lips as you eagerly nod. Before you knew it darkness consumed you as Eris winnowed to your secret hideaway. Your true home with him.

As Eris opened the door he held your hand, spinning you inside. He grabbed you by the waist dipping you, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Pulling you up you broke the kiss. Letting go of Eris you turned and hobbled over to the plush couch. You let yourself deflate into the cushions not care about your dress being wrinkled or your hair frizzing from the soft blankets draped over the back. You never had to worry about those things around Eris.

Sauntering over to you, Eris let out one of those rare genuine chuckles that made your heart swell with happiness. He perched himself on the coffee table in front of you and brought one of your feet to rest on his thigh. As he started to unbuckle your heel he inspected it curiously. “I don’t think I’ve seen these ones before.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “My mother picked them out. They look pretty, for once, but hurt like a bitch. They’ve been pinching my feet all night.” You hiss as Eris slowly slips the shoe from your foot.

He grimaces at how red your foot is and the blisters forming. “Cauldron. What does your mother have against comfortable footwear?” A giggle escapes your lips and Eris smiles at you. He brings your other foot to his lap, removing your other heel.

You crack your toes and roll your ankles, ecstatic to be free from your too tight shoes. “Thank you, Er.” He gives your ankle a loving squeeze as he stands, resting your feet on the table. “I’ll be right back.” Eris pecks your forehead and heads to the bathroom.

When Eris returns he’s holding a tin of salve and eye drops. You tilt your head at him curiously. Eris sits back down, placing your feet back on his lap. Opening the tin and scooping out some of the salve he placed it on the red spots of your feet.

Eris started rubbing it in and massaging your pressure points. And his hands were so warm. Gods he’s the most perfect male. Once he was done you made grabby hands at him. Eris picked you up bridal style, starting toward the bedroom.

He set you down and motioned for you to turn your back to him. Eris started undoing your corset, pulling your dress over your head and carefully hung it for you. You felt like you could breathe again. Rubbing at your stomach you looked down, noticing the lines your dress left imprinted on you.

You frowned, rubbing at your eyes. You hated that your mother always insisted on gowns with a corset. You despise them. They’re always so uncomfortable and you can never move properly.

Eris noticed you frowning at your stomach. He walked up behind you, handing you one of his shirts to sleep in. Before you could put it on Eris carefully laid you down, kissing at the marks on you. “I’m sorry you have to wear these stupid things. I know how much you hate them.”

You lovingly pinch his cheek and slip the shirt on. “Can we cuddle?” “Of course we can fox. Just let me do your eye drops first? They look a little red.” You nod against the pillow as Eris gets up to retrieve the small glass vile where he left it.

“How do you want to do this?” You bite your lip thinking. “My head in your lap.” Eris wordlessly gets on the bed as you scoot down to make room for him. “Are you going to actually keep them open this time?” His tone faked sternness. “Yes,” you giggle.

After two drops in each eye and no fidgeting from you Eris kisses the tip of your nose. You pull back the covers and snuggle into Eris’ side. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to lay on his bare chest.“Thank you for taking care of me.” “Of course fox. I’d do anything for you.”

tags: @rigelus @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris

Part 2: The Reluctant Villain

TW: Mention of suicide

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Genre: romcom, humor, fish out of water reader, canon (ish)

Summary: Murdered after a late-night study session in the modern world, you awaken in Prythian—still yourself, but with Fae features and the infamous title of Beron’s cold-hearted and ruthless daughter.

Then, fate snaps the mating bond into place between you and the shadowsinger, Azriel—who rejects it so fiercely, even the magic recoils.

You died a healer. You woke up a villain. Now fate’s mated you to who wants nothing to do with either—you’ll prove them all wrong, one heartbeat at a time.

Between Two Fires - Masterlist

Morning came with amber light filtering through stained glass, painting warm patterns across your skin.

Your dreams had been filled with burning hands and screaming servants, but beneath the horror lurked memories of your real life—white hospital walls and the antiseptic smell of disinfectant.