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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Azriel x f!reader

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: smut, & a lil dosage of fluff at the end

𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬:

𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺𝘺𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭(𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮, 𝘈𝘻 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 💗

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

𝘺’𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘺𝘺𝘺𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺… 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩. 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯… 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥.

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ꜱɪᴘʜᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

“I dunno, I’ve just… never been able to finish when I’m with a guy,” you shrugged, nonchalant.

Mor’s jaw was on the floor, her big brown eyes filled with horror. She gasped, “A man has never made you cum?”

You reached across the wide oak table and slapped her arm roughly. “Would you shut up before every citizen of Velaris hears you??”

It had been quite a while since you’d lost your virginity, and after you’d run through a couple partners, you’d come to accept the fact that a man would never deliver that finishing, white hot ecstasy to you. But the way your friend had said it like such sacrilege made you embarrassed, a flush creeping up your ears.

“It’s fine, it’s not like I’ve never come in general,” you went on a bit too quickly, like you had to explain yourself. “It’s just that if I’m with somebody, and I wanna finish, then I have to… do it myself.”

“Gods,” Mor sat back, finishing the final sip of her— how many was that again?— umpteenth glass of wine. “This is why I prefer women.”

You stifled the laugh that nearly escaped. “I wish I could share that sentiment. Sadly…,” you sighed, “Penis is what does it for me.”

“Apparently not,” Mor whispered under her breath, going to sip more from her cup, but it was already empty.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the open bottle, ready to pour her another— but nothing came out. The two of you blinked at the empty glass, slow to register what that meant exactly.

“Welp. Should we start taking shots, then?” She asked with concerning sincerity.

You were quick to shoot her down. “Um, no thanks. I'd rather not feel like complete death at training in—” you glanced at the clock above the hearth, “six hours.”

Mor’s expression turned sour, as did yours. Six hours was certainly not enough time for your tipsiness to wear off completely, especially since wine had been your choice of poison for the night. “Fucking cauldron. Guess we should call it a night,” she groaned, dragging her pretty hands across her face.

The House cleaned away your glasses and the numerous empty wine bottles and corks that littered the surrounding area. You thanked it, stroking the table briefly as Mor trudged off, wanting to take a minute to yourself and maybe have some tea to relax before bed. You were completely unaware of the shadowy figure that was frozen around the kitchen corner, having heard every word of your secret confession.

Azriel stood in silent contemplation behind the doorway. He did not believe in fate, or destiny, or whatever crock of nonsense others would claim ruled their lives, but… was it not a sign that he had been walking into the kitchen for a late night sweet, only to stumble upon you spilling drunken secrets? It was rare to find anyone else up as late as him, and it would be a lie if he claimed he wandered out of his chambers tonight solely in search of a snack.

The two of you were quite close friends, but there was something more there that neither of you were brave enough to acknowledge. Lingering glances, teasing flirtation that always went a bit too far, the easy back and forth you volleyed with your sarcastic, dry comments. Yes, somehow the shadowsinger had found himself wrapped around your little finger, yet again enamored with a beautiful lady friend who did not return his interest.

Except you did.

Azriel was too blind to know it; too doubtful, too hard on himself to believe you would really want him. But that did not stop him from thinking about you every time he fisted his cock in the long, solitary hours of the night.

Everyone else in the circle could see it plain as day— in fact, Mor was perhaps the most eager proponent of them all. And perhaps she was a bad friend for allowing you to spill that sultry, enticing secret when she was aware that the shadowsinger who loved you now idled within earshot. Perhaps she was even worse for leaving in a hurry, a smirk on her lips and her fingers crossed as she skipped off to her room.

You remained at the large wooden table, unaware that the man who ruled your fantasies was just around the corner. He was silent and still as possible, battling himself with whether he should sneak off and never breathe a word of this, or if he should join you and take the risk. His shadows reported to him from the other corner of the room, informing that you were now sipping tea and looking gorgeous as ever, clad in a tight, sparkly evening dress that you had worn to the club that Mor had taken you to earlier that night.

Azriel stepped out from his hiding place.

You jumped— even with your fae hearing and so many hours spent with your friend, you never adjusted to how sneaky the spymaster could be. He emerged from the darkness of the kitchen, donned in gray sweats that hung low on his hips, exposing a glorious stripe of tanned, hard muscle that you stared at shamelessly. The white t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest was criminal, and you had to actively avert your eyes from burning into his visage, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

But Azriel was looking at you, too, taking in how your dress flawlessly hugged your every curve, the expanse of your arms and décolletage that laid bare in the sleeveless, sweetheart ensemble. He noted the matching heels that were kicked haphazardly underneath your seat, the hair now falling from the clip you’d pinned at the beginning of the night, your slightly glazed expression. A small smirk graced his lips.

“Az!” You sighed, a hand on your chest, “How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that?”

The Illyrian only shrugged, approaching slowly. “How many times do I have to tell you to work on your awareness? Always take note of your surroundings?” He quipped back easily, coming to stand beside you. He was so tall that you had to crane your neck to look up at him, and you motioned for him to take the seat that Mor had vacated only minutes earlier.

You play-scowled as he obliged, only replying once he was sat, his large wings tucking in behind broad shoulders. “And why would I do that, when one of your shadows is always watching for me?”

Azriel’s hazel eyes widened, a faint blush tinging his cheeks. You wished you could commission Feyre to paint that expression— you loved how boyish it made him look, how cute. But he quickly recovered, that measured mask of cool returning to his handsome face. “You should be flattered. They seem to take interest in you.”

“Hmm,” you feigned thought, rolling your eyes to then land on him and bat your lashes, “Just them that are interested?”

The shadowsinger couldn’t contain his grin. Flirting with you was just too easy, and he loved when you looked at him like this, gave him all your attention. It never led anywhere, anyway— so really, it was harmless… right? He chose not to respond, shrugging and taking a sip of the teacup that the House had conjured for him.

You huffed, displeased. Azriel was always the one to cut your flirting short, only entertaining you to the point where you weren’t sure if he was just playing with you or if there was actually some sincerity in his antics. It was fittingly mysterious of him, and undeniably irritating. You decided you weren’t going to have any of that tonight, the remnants of your liquid courage just enough to push you a step further than you would otherwise go.

“Az, tell me—,” you crossed your arms over the table and leaned toward the spymaster who took another sip of tea, nodding for you to go on. It took every ounce of the male’s willpower to not drop his gaze to your cleavage that was now pressed onto the tabletop, squished between your arms. “— Have you ever made a girl come?”

Azriel spit out the hot liquid, wings going rigid behind his back and his scarred fingers clutching the tiny cup in his palm. You examined the fresh line of tea that was sprayed onto the table, slightly amused as the House began to clean it away. But you continued on, determined to get an answer.

“I’ve heard you have a long list of lovers, surely you know how to do it?”

The Illyrian’s cheeks were now a bright red, the most obvious display of emotion you’d ever seen from him. “What—” he stuttered, still shocked that you had really just asked him that. “—Who told you that?”

You frowned, tilting your head in your hands, elbows sliding out further onto the table. “I asked first,” you pouted, taking a sip from your cup.

The male fumbled for words. True, he had heard your conversation with Mor and yes, he did make the choice to come in and sit down with you but never would he have expected you to ask him such a thing, so outright, so brazen.

“…I have,” he finally replied, slightly hiding behind his cup. You’d never seen the shadowsinger look so timid; it was endearing.

“But how do you know you really did?” You queried, looking at him curiously. “I mean— girls can fake it, so how do you really know?”

Azriel seemed offended at your insinuation. But he only pursed his lips and said, “My question…?”

You clicked your tongue and answered, “Cassian and his big mouth. And then Rhys with his… And maybe Mor at some point as well.”

His face contorted into a scowl, shadows coming to lick at his shoulders. But he decided to save his revenge for later, instead meeting your inquisitive gaze and deciding that your intention was not to slander him. “I am almost certain that my partners have never faked completion,” was all the explanation he gave.

“But how do you know—”

“Do you fake a lot of orgasms, Y/N?” Azriel shot back, his turn to pose the picture of nonchalance as he leaned on one elbow, hand on his cheek.

Your cheeks burst into flames. “W-What? No— I—”

The shadowsinger smirked at your flustered babbling. He was tempted to poke at you some more but took pity, instead savoring how cute you looked when you were embarrassed. But you couldn’t find the strength to answer, so he went on to fill the silence.

“If a man cannot make you finish, you should move on and find someone who can,” he said calmly, studying your bashful gaze that was now fixed on the table before you.

You sat up, removing your arms from the table so you could cross them over your chest, guarding yourself. It was your choice to enter this conversation but now it was getting a little too real, and your mortification was getting worse by the minute as Azriel’s steady hazel eyes were pinned to your every movement.

“Yeah…,” you agreed. In theory, his advice was all good and well, but there was no way that it would be that easy. “That’s hard to find, though.”

Azriel gauged your expression, wondering if he should admit he heard your earlier confession to Mor. But you seemed so embarrassed, he didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable.

“Is there, like, a class you took or something? Maybe you can introduce me to one of your fellow classmates,” you attempted a joke, but the shadowsinger’s gaze only hardened, the corner of his lip twitching in distaste.

Jealousy and possessiveness swirled in his gut, not liking that you had just asked him to set you up— even if you had only meant it as a joke. You were not his, yet your faux request rubbed him the wrong way.

But the slightly hurt look you were giving him now was enough to wipe away any ill emotion that had briefly bloomed. “Just kidding…,” you murmured, fingering the handle of your now-empty tea cup.

Azriel fought to find the words that could navigate him through this strange situation. If only somehow he could reassure you, offer his services, but not ruin your friendship, nor come off creepy.

He took too long, because you rose, excusing yourself, “I think I better get to sleep.” Your cup disappeared and you quietly thanked the house, turning away from the male and heading toward the bedrooms.

The spymaster stood as well, following you down the hall. Both your rooms were at the very end of the walkway, meaning he at least had another minute of your time. His heart beat quickly in his chest, desperate to smooth things over with you, desperate for however much longer he could get with you. “I did not take a class,” he said, matching your pace.

You shot him an inquisitive look over your shoulder.

“One of the marks of a true man is to be able to fully pleasure a lady.”

You laughed, pausing so that you could walk by his side. “So you think of yourself as a true man? What is that supposed to mean?”

Azriel smirked, glad that your disposition seemed a little looser. “It means, I’ve had five hundred years to cultivate my skills.”

“Riiight, with your countless lovers,” you quipped, a little smirk growing on your lips.

A scarred hand pushed you gently, just hard enough to let you know he didn’t appreciate such accusations— even if they held some truth. Those gorgeous hazel eyes rolled as he clicked his tongue, about to shoot something back when you arrived at your door.

You didn’t reach for the handle though, instead turning to look up at him as your back brushed against the sturdy wood of your threshold. “Thanks for all your—,” you blushed, gaze fleeting, “insight.”

Dark brows furrowed at you. You had said it in such a meek little voice, your hands wringing with anxiety. It was easy for him to read your body language, but also, his earlier eavesdropping had cued him in more than you knew. Even though your conversation had made him seem like the one with all the expertise, his heart was slamming wildly against his ribs, tanned cheeks feeling hot. Somehow the spymaster managed to keep his composure and dared to take the leap.

“May I ask why you are so curious all of a sudden, little dove?” He said, a gleam in his gaze. “Would you like for me to prove myself to you?”

You chuckled, shocked, unbelieving. “That joke is deplorable— I think you’ve been spending too much time with Cassian lately. ”

Usually a jab at his brother would make the shadowsinger bark out a laugh, but he remained stoic, looking down at you with profound intensity. The two of you stared at each other, and you found yourself unable to look away. There was always something about Azriel that drew you to him, and in that moment, as he leaned a hand against the door behind you and filled your senses with the scent of cedar and crisp, chilled night…

His gaze flicked down to your lips.

You studied his, the full, soft pink calling to you.

Azriel could barely find the strength to resist kissing you, his face only inches from yours. The sweet, fresh smell of you was so devastatingly strong with such a short distance between you, and the way you were looking at him… he swore he could discern hunger in your beautiful, captivating gaze…

“Do you want that to be a joke, Y/N?” he murmured, warm breath washing over your cheek. The tip of his nose just barely scraped yours, another muscular arm coming to trap the other side of your body so he had you right up against the door with no escape. “I did not intend for it to be, but if that’s what pleases you…”

You looked at him with wide eyes, a shiver running through you. A new scent greeted your nose, and your lips parted as you took it in, your body shamelessly eating up the smell of his growing desire.

The shadowsinger licked his lips, gaze piercing yours as he detected the beginnings of a similar, honeyed scent emitting from you. There was no going back now, he decided. He was closer to you than ever, and he couldn’t pretend he could find satisfaction in you both returning alone to your rooms, not tonight. He dared to caress your jaw, the smooth skin a contrast to the rough texture of his scars.

“It’s your pleasure I seek, always…,” he said, and you held your breath, unblinking as you beheld his astounding beauty up close. “I only aim to please you… will you allow me to?”

Permission— he was asking permission. You could barely think; was he serious? Azriel was not the type to fool about things of such gravity… If this was some cruel joke…

Before you could give it much thought, your mouth was already moving. “Yes,” you breathed, answering him so quietly it was nearly inaudible, “Please, Azriel…”

The Illyrian’s brow twitched and he shuddered. He leaned down lower, lower— big, gentle hands coming to brace the small of your back and the nape of your neck, a thumb slipping along your jaw to point your face up to his… slowly, slow enough to give you the chance to change your mind… You leaned forward, eyelids fluttering shut. Another second went by and then, he kissed you.

Time stopped, and everything else faded away.

His lips pressed against yours and your arms wove around his neck, every place your skin touched exploding with sparks. The smell of him and his desire overwhelmed your senses, your knees weakening as he claimed your mouth with his, pressing you against him harder, hungrier.

You were snug between the door and his broad, powerful body. His hands squeezed at your hips, then slid down to your ass and lifted you effortlessly, your legs securing around his waist. The small friction of your core rubbing against his abs through your clothes was enough to make you gasp for breath.

Azriel seized the opportunity, his tongue coasting into your mouth without caution. The slick muscle wrestled with yours and you pulled at his hair, savoring the quiet moan that spilled onto your lips. You wanted more— to explore more of his skin, discover more of those sounds… Wordlessly the shadowsinger came to the same realization, fumbling with the door handle and tucking the two of you into the privacy of your room.

Your hair fanned out onto the pillows as the male deposited you on your bed, muscled thighs coming to part your legs and settle himself on his forearms above you, lips never leaving yours. It felt unreal to be consumed in the shadowsinger’s kiss, to have his hard body pressed up against yours and your hearts pounding together in harmony.

He felt the same, hardly believing you were really here beneath him, your small hands caressing his arms and his neck, fingernails digging into the meat of his shoulders and curling into his thick onyx locks. Finally he tore his mouth from yours, panting, studying your breathless form under him. “You are so gorgeous,” he praised, licking his kiss-bitten lips, hazel eyes ablaze as he examined the valley of your breasts. Before he leaned closer, he whispered, “Your safe word is moonlight, should you want to stop at any time.”

Though you didn’t plan on using it, you appreciated the consideration… and you wondered just what the male had in mind that might require such a precaution. But he captured your attention once more and you murmured his name as he moved to trail his tongue down your jaw and nibble at your throat, slowly making his way to plant open-mouthed kisses on your exposed cleavage. He pawed at the top of your dress, taking his time as he memorized the taste of your skin, tugging the material down. Your breasts spilled out for his eager mouth to immediately greet, soft lips capturing a nipple and his tongue rolling over it while his fingers found the other. Instinctively your hips bucked up against his, pleasure tickling you as he gave all his attention to your chest, grinding his aching cock into the mattress below.

Teeth grazed the sensitive nub and a moan escaped you at full volume, your cheeks burning when a ravenous glint met the shadowsinger’s eye. With just one swift look you knew he would do anything in his power to elicit more of those sounds from you, and your excitement only bloomed further as a hand slid up the slit in your dress, rough fingers raising goosebumps on your now-exposed thigh.

He kept busy as he explored your chest, sucking and kissing the swell of your breasts. The slow trail of his fingers up your thigh had you clenching in anticipation, whining when the digits brushed the lace edge of your dampening panties.

“Az, wait,” you huffed, causing the male to release your breasts, his warm gaze coming to inspect your face. Even though it was an embarrassing admission, for some reason you felt the need to inform him of your predicament. “I um— I’ve never… No one has ever been able to…”

Hazel pierced into you from his lower position on the bed, his broad shoulders steady and wings taut behind his back. He finished your sentence for you, ceasing your struggle, “…make you cum?”

Just hearing him say it made your soul want to leave your body, and you shut your eyes, nodding, wishing you could just skip this part. A gentle hand cupped the corner of your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek with such tenderness that you dared to meet his gaze.

“I’m honored to be the first,” Azriel stated, unwavering as he looked deep into your eyes. His own were peering into you, the gold in his irises seeming to shine even in the dark of the room.

Your mouth opened to protest that he lower his expectations, but his thumb pressed into your parted lips and the words died in your throat. There was sheer determination in the look he was giving you— promise.

“Don’t think,” he whispered, his other hand coming to pull you down the sheets, back flat on the duvet and now squarely underneath his entirety. His toned body dwarfed yours and his ability to maneuver you with such ease made something distinctly female stir deep inside of you. “Just relax and focus on me. Focus on how my hands feel on you, my lips…”

A mewl escaped you as he leaned down to kiss the hollow of your neck, your head turning into the blanket while he left his mark on your throat. Your hips squirmed and his own pressed down in response, the hard length of him reaching for you through his sweats. The heat that resonated there made you dizzy, a fresh wave of desire pulsing through your pussy as he rutted against it.

The Illyrian’s groan rumbled across your skin, and he sank lower, again taking your breast into his mouth, an elbow digging into the mattress to hold himself up and curl a large hand around the back of your waist. The other wandered up your dress again, this time his fingers immediately cupping your core through your soaked underwear.

A string of quiet moans floated from your lips as his fingertips began to map your dripping cunt through the soiled material. The firm press of his digits against your entrance teased you until they wandered up to slowly rub your clit, his teeth grazing at your nipple. You whimpered, face twisting in ecstasy. Already the shadowsinger was making you feel better than anyone else had, and you weren’t even fully undressed.

At the realization, you fisted the cotton of his shirt. He complied instantly, ripping the article off of him with no issue, and you watched as the tattered cloth was swallowed by the shadows that danced at the foot of the bed. You then took in the sight before you, mouth watering at his utterly male form— the tan, lean muscle that tapered from his wide shoulders to his narrow waist, the contours and bulges that made his long hours of training evident, black ink melding perfectly with the straight planes and dipping down under the hem of his sweats.

Your fingers wandered on their own accord to splay across his broad chest, tracing the tattoos that laid there and thumbing over his nipples. That bit a low moan from the male, and he leaned down and captured your lips once more, tongue dominating yours. His hands disappeared behind your back and suddenly the zip down your back was undone, the material slipping down your sides. You helped him free you of the gown, now only clad in your soaked panties, hips squirming as you throbbed with need.

“Azriel,” you whimpered when his lips touched your sex through the cloth, the male taking a deep breath of your honeyed scent, and closing his eyes. His brow pinched as he experimentally licked at you, your thighs twitching as he released a moan of approval.

You gasped when he tore the drenched fabric off of you effortlessly, his teeth bared in a quiet snarl. Then he grabbed your hips and dragged your pussy onto his mouth, tongue spreading your folds and moaning as he savored the taste of you. He dove into you and you cried out in pleasure, his mouth sucking and nibbling on your sensitive core, tongue dragging up and down your seeping slit with fervor.

All of his attention focused on you was making you delirious, your eyes rolling back as you relished the sensations he was causing. His hands tucked under your ass and grappled onto your hips, not allowing you to squirm away from his generous attack. He alternated between gently sucking on your clit, your folds… then washing the sensitive bud with the flat of his tongue, laving over you wave after wave.

You were clenching, your hole leaking more and more as your body begged for some kind of relief. Utter want throbbed through you as scarred fingers slowly made their way toward your core. All remnants of thought left your skull at the press of rough digits at your entrance. There was nothing you could say or do as a finger slid inside of you, nothing but stretch around him and keen, gasp for breath. Before you could even moan, a second pushed in and disappeared knuckle-deep, right beside the first. The foreign stretch made your thighs tremble around his face, his nose nudging your clit as he continued his ministrations with his tongue.

His name became a prayer on your lips, a chant as those blessed digits curled and his knuckles scraped parts of you whose existence you had not known before. Slick was pouring down your thighs now, the steady, rough friction of his scars rubbing so deliciously along your gummy walls. You forgot any worries you had harbored, left them far behind as Azriel brought you closer and closer to the edge.

At some point you started begging, actually begging— you couldn’t help how good the shadowsinger was making you feel, couldn’t think to filter the words mixing with your ragged breaths.

Azriel only trekked on, mouth earnestly working in sync with his hand, examining the furrow of your brow, the part of your lips, the roll of your eyes back into your skull. Only then did he speak, mouth popping off of you just long enough to encourage you as you circled the drain.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled, the words vibrating through your cunt, tongue lashing against your folds between his praises. “I can feel your tight little pussy clamping down on me, I know you wanna cum…”

You could only whine and latch onto his shoulders as you hurtled toward that line no partner had ever been able to push you to, at full speed now that the shadowsinger was egging you on, pure filth falling from his lips.

“You can do it baby,” he purred, pressing another kiss to your clit, a brush of tongue following in its wake. “You’re gonna make me so proud, I swear my little dove, you’re right there… Come on pretty girl, cum for me, cum on my tongue.”

The tension in your belly heightened and you gasped, your body tensing under his firm grip and your back arching, teetering on the edge. And then you were cumming, your core gripping onto his fingers and pulsing, your head thrown back onto the sheets as you let out a long, sultry moan.

Azriel’s cock throbbed at the sound, his curiosity peaking as he wondered how your pussy would feel milking his cock like that, so tight and wet for him.

Your body was humming with bliss, fingernails embedded in the sheets beside your hips, your breath ragged and sweat glistening at your forehead. You’d only cum that hard a handful of times before, and it had taken a hell of a lot longer for you to get yourself to that point.

The Illyrian’s pace slowed, his fingers and his tongue still moving just enough to let you ride out your orgasm without overwhelming you. He continued to kiss your clit softly— even as his patience was wearing thin, his length crying for you, trapped tightly, painfully, beneath his pants.

His fingers finally fell from your entrance and he inspected the glossy sheen on them before he stuck them in his mouth. You watched as his tongue ran over every inch, savoring the taste of your cum. He pressed one final kiss to your clit and sat up, the tent in his pants more prevalent than before.

“I’m so proud of you, angel,” Azriel praised, a hand skimming down your thigh. His gaze was warm as he made eye contact, but the movement of his hand landing on his cock pulled your eyes from his.

You watched, still breathless as he firmly gripped his length through his sweats, a low sigh falling from his lips. He looked absolutely criminal touching himself like that, the shine of your cum still on his lips and his muscled torso heaving as he caught his breath.

All thought left your brain as his thumbs hooked the hem of his pants, dipping lower until you could see the base of his dark… thick cock. He pushed his pants down fully and your cunt clenched as his fully erect member slapped hard against his navel. The tip was the most beautiful shade of pink you’d ever seen, and your mouth dried as you examined the trail of glistening pre that dripped down the side. He fisted the base of himself, the wide vein running along the underside flexing as he twitched for you, eying the apex between your legs and your shared desire.

“See how hard you make me?” he said, a sinister glint in his gaze pinning you to the mattress. Both of you were fully naked now, and the sight of him approaching you, those big, ominous wings billowing with shadows behind him… he looked like a god, one that was about to completely decimate you. “See how much I ache for you? You completely own me, fuck… now that I’ve had a taste of that pretty little cunt, I’m yours.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It was unclear whether this was just dirty talk, or if he really meant that, but in the heat of the moment, you allowed yourself to believe his words were sincere.

He crawled toward you, completely predator as he neared. Heat rolled off his bronze skin, his member reaching for you, wings shuddering in anticipation. “These lips are yours…” he murmured, mouth grazing over yours. You closed your eyes, your arm reaching around his head, fingers carding through his soft hair. “These hands are yours…” His scars skimmed down the curve of your side, tingles echoing in their wake. “This cock, it’s yours…” you gasped as his hot tip sliced through your folds, tracing down your slit with ease from the orgasm he had just gifted you.

You moaned, hips lifting and your sex sliding along the length of him, coating him in your essence. He groaned at the sight, his breath mingling with yours as he panted, watching your most intimate parts slide against each other, your love juices mixing.

“Please, Az,” you cried. You’d never been more turned on in your life, the very tip of him nudging against your hole, the promise of pleasure so close you could taste it.

The shadowsinger could barely hold himself back, but he needed to hear you say it. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded, grit in his harsh tone as he began to lose his manners.

“I want you to fuck me,” you replied instantly, inhibitions thrown to the wind. “Please, please— I need you to fuck me, make me cum with your cock, please Az—”

Whatever semblance of restraint the Illyrian had was lost then, his lips pulling back in a desperate snarl. The sound had your legs spreading, your body feeling fuzzy with the overwhelming urge to be filled by him, taken and claimed by him.

Your body sang as he speared the tip inside of you, your cunt stretching around the sizable girth of him. A whimper fell from the male as he lowered his hips, half his cock disappearing into your tight, wet heat. It felt like he was heaven incarnate inside of you, your eyes rolling back and your legs parting wider around his hips, welcoming him deeper inside of you.

Azriel obliged, his balls slapping the wet backside of your thighs as he surged forward. The moan that fell from both your lips was pure sin, your bodies exploding in pleasure as they connected in the deepest, most intimate way, him fully seated inside of you.

Slowly he started to thrust, hips almost shaking at the all-consuming pleasure that was washing over him. He was already fighting his orgasm as he began to find his pace, the moans he was summoning from you urging him to press deeper, harder.

Again and again his hips slapped into yours, burying that impressive length deep within you. The depths he reached made your eyes cross, your pussy squeezing down on him, and your mouth drying from the constant panting he had you victim to.

He was growling into your ear, sweat sticking his hot chest to yours as he exerted himself. The sounds that tumbled from him only made your slickness grow, a wet patch forming beneath your ass as he started slamming into you with reckless abandon.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock inside of you,” Azriel crooned, his face falling so that the bridge of his strong nose skimmed your cheek. It made his breath fall on the crest of your ear, rendering you privy to all the low, delicious noises that slithered out of his mouth. “M’gonna take good care of you, promise…”

Suddenly he pulled out and you wailed at the loss, but he was already flipping you over before you could register what had happened. He yanked you onto your knees, landing a quick slap on your ass before he nudged your legs apart and pushed himself into the new space. His cock dipped into your folds from behind and he loosed a delectable moan as he slid all the way back inside.

From this angle, the tip of him prodded a sacred, uncharted spot that had you shaking, arching your ass onto him and your back bowing in submission. The place he was reaching at the end of your inner walls made you weak, the hard length of him too euphoric for you to handle. He gave a tentative thrust, a hand coming to fist the hair by your scalp, the other weaving around you to tweak a pebbled nipple between his fingers. You sobbed at the newfound intensity, your stomach knotting and your hips sliding back on their own accord, once again seating yourself at the base of his cock.

“You like having me all the way inside, hmm?” he gasped, thrusting deep and hard, the clench of your cunt almost tempting his load straight out of his aching balls.

You gasped an affirmative, each thrust making stars dance on the back of your eyelids. “Yes, ah— yes, deeper— Az!” It must have been your g-spot he was ramming into because you could barely sit upright now, your body nearly collapsing in pure pleasure. “There, oh please right there!”

Azriel’s hand at your chest dove down, a large palm landing right above your womb, right where his cock nestled inside your throbbing cunt. “Here, baby?” He gave a few more thrusts, the very tips of his fingers nudging your engorged clit. “Feel my cock right here, dove? I’m right here inside you, fuck—“

You cried as he continued, ruthlessly pounding into you, the hand in your hair pulling your head back so he could manipulate your body and bend you into the perfect angle to continue hitting that spot.

Again you were rushing toward completion, completely stupefied by the shadowsinger rearranging your guts from behind. The pleasure was too intense— with each thrust his huge, thick cock stretched you to the brim and dragged against that delicious spot deep inside. Sweat dripped down both your bodies, heat and the lewd slap of his wet front against your ass filling the room again and again. His name became the only word you knew, a raspy chant as he brought you closer, closer—

You came with a silent cry, pussy pulling tight and fluttering down onto his hard cock. This orgasm was even stronger than the last, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as his thrusts slowed, the intensity of your throbbing too great for him to continue his quick pace. Rough fingertips continued to circle your clit, drawing out your euphoria as you slumped into his strong chest, trembling with pleasure.

The Illyrian was fighting every inch of himself not to cum right then, blood tanging on his tongue as he bit the inside of his cheek. He refused to violate your perfect womb with his seed, even if every fiber of his being was screaming with the need to claim you as his. But he would not relent to his desires, not without your permission. And he didn’t want to finish yet, not when this was the highest he had ever felt, sheathed inside your ethereal body. So he clutched onto you and channeled all of himself into supporting your weary frame, rubbing your clit as you floated back to earth.

Once you had ceased twitching, Azriel laid your back onto the sheets again, joining you on his side, adjacent to you. You were still panting as you came back to reality, examining his mussed hair and how it clung to his damp forehead, the flecks of pure gold in his hazel irises, his slick, still-hard cock— a ring of your cream adorning the base of him.

Wordlessly you wiggled closer and kissed him. He moaned in surprise, either at how soft and sweet your kiss was, or at the touch of your small hand wrapping around his aching length. You jerked him slowly, the sound of it absolutely obscene, your thumb grazing over the weeping head where precum had once again begun dripping out. Your back pressed up flush against his chest, guiding his cock to your center and slipping the head into your slit, hips pushing into his.

The shadowsinger’s vulgar moan rung out as your warmth surrounded him again, your nails scraping his scalp. An arm slipped beneath your waist, his grip securing on the opposite hip and fully penetrating you once more. This position had your pussy tighter than before, and his chest shook as he tried to breathe normally, trying to fend off his orgasm. His finger slipped to the back of your head again, this time much gentler than before, just to turn your face and peer into your soul.

Azriel couldn’t find it in himself to thrust, just savoring how your bodies were completely intertwined like this, feeling absolutely one with you and staring deep into your gaze. But you wanted him to cum— needed it, pressing your ass flush onto his hips and clenching tight. The male’s broken growl was his only reply, words failing him. It was he who had planned to drown you in pleasure; he had not been prepared for how incredible you would truly feel, how whole he felt when he was inside of you.

You reached down and cupped his balls, feeling how tight and heavy they were with his seed. Azriel’s teeth grazed your lip at the movement, his body starting to shake with the need to release everything he had deep within you.

“Y/N,” he choked out, hips starting to press tentatively to yours on their own volition.

You studied the desperation on his handsome face, the shake in his thighs at each slow thrust, the dull fingernails that dug into your skin as he clung to you. “Azriel,” you moaned, he was reaching that spot again and rutting into it so slow, hard and precise… you could hardly think as pleasure filled your brain with fog once again. “Please… Need you to cum inside of me.”

Azriel groaned, tongue wrestling with yours and conceding as he began to lose himself in you. His thrusts became slower, sloppier, so you hooked your leg around his and began to arch back into him. The Illyrian began panting, fingers grappling onto your hips.

“This cock is mine,” you purred, repeating his earlier words, your ass slapping back against him harder.

His fingertips were blanching, the sight of his wet length sliding in and out of you from behind as you fucked yourself onto him mesmerizing.

“This cum is mine, too,” you squeezed his balls again and he let out a loud whimper, his orgasm surging forth as he started to meet your thrusts. “Give it to me, fill me up with your cum— fuck Az, need it deep inside me, please.”

He snapped, suddenly hard and fast and deep, a few more snaps of his hips that had you crying for him until— The most pornographic moan sounded for him and he pushed every inch of himself inside of you. His wings fluttered, thighs shaking as he gripped onto you and smushed you into the mattress under his weight. Warmth filled your belly as hot waves of cum spurted deep into your womb, his cock throbbing as you pulsed around him, milking every drop you could get. Sharp teeth lodged into your neck as he emptied himself inside of you, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself up as to not crush you completely.

Sweat dripped from his breathless form onto your back, and you laid there blissfully as you caught your breath. The sheets beneath you were completely ruined, drenched in sweat and slick and cum, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care; not when Azriel was naked on top of you, cock sheathed all the way in and his cum spilled deep in your womb.

After a minute, the shadowsinger’s dark chuckle sounded from above you, his fingers tracing down your spine. “Naughty little thing,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear before he laid a kiss there.

You smirked, squeezing onto his cock that was still inside of you, retorting “You like it. You like me~”

He growled lowly, nipping you with his teeth. But he nuzzled you then and your heart melted, his lips ghosting over your cheek as he said, “I do. Very much, in fact.”

You whined as he pulled out of you, the loss of him much too noticeable for comfort. But he was right there, turning you onto your back with care, pressing soft kisses into every inch of your sweat-slicked skin. You could feel his release seeping out, the sheer amount of it too great to stay tucked inside where you so desperately wanted it to be.

Azriel gently pulled your legs apart, inspecting the slow stream of creamy white that trickled out of your raw entrance. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to last long enough for you to cum again,” he said, a thumb running down your soaked folds, “I know you were getting there…” He licked his lips as you clenched under his heated gaze, embarrassed that he was outright admiring your most intimate part. Was he seriously apologizing for not giving you a third orgasm? “Allow me to make it up to you, angel.”

The male leaned down and pressed a kiss to each thigh, sliding back onto the foot of the bed and pulling you with him. You shot him an incredulous look as he settled between your legs, lips just inches from your soiled cunt. There was no way he was really about to do this— the mix of your cum with his was spread wide, coating your inner thighs, your pussy, your ass.

His tongue was like lava as he licked at you experimentally, eyes taking note of the shock apparent in your expression. Hazel glinted at you as he began to make out with your ruined center, his seed dripping from you as he made you clench. But he didn’t seem to mind the taste of himself, for he closed his eyes and traced his tongue down to your messy hole, petting you unabashedly, happily, even.

You didn’t think he could get any hotter. But this… this was outright perverted. Your core felt aflame at the sight, his pure enjoyment as he devoured the mixture of your cum like it was the most sacred delicacy. It had you moaning, legs trembling around his head, clit throbbing as he kissed and sucked at the poor bud.

Deft fingers brushed your core and were immediately coated in that same mixture, slick pouring from you as the shadowsinger continued his depraved quest. Two entered you with no warning and your back bowed, the digits instantly searching for that sweet spot as they pushed through the river of his release. A third joined and you released a garbled sob as they found their target.

Azriel, ever the observant one, took note and pummeled the spot relentlessly, knuckles curling as they slid in so they achieved full stimulation. His tongue was flat against your clit, licking you back and forth, and you were so sensitive from your previous orgasms that tears dotted the side of your eyes, your breathing ragged.

“Az, oh Gods— I—,” you mewled, hips squirming as the pleasure became too much. “Please, I can’t, it’s too much!”

But the Illyrian did not stop, would not stop unless he heard your safe word, his fingers picked up speed. “Come on baby, one more. Just one more,” the words vibrated through your cunt as he held you down, palm flat atop your tummy and pressing your sweet spot down so that it was even more vulnerable to his attack. “Trust me, it’s gonna feel so good angel, I swear.” His lips took hold of your abused pearl and he ravished you, his cum squelching as his fingers drove into you without reprieve.

Pressure gathered deep in your core and you whimpered, the intensity of your pleasure so great it was almost painful. You were close— so close to something big, you could feel that it was different from before with the way your cunt leaked and throbbed, the way your entire core felt on fire.

“Please—” you gasped, not even sure what you were pleading for, “Fuck Azriel, please, yes—!”

You screamed as you came, white-hot ecstasy imploding from your center. You nearly lost consciousness, your eyes crossed with utter bliss as liquid sprayed out of you and onto the shadowsinger’s chest. His chin, his torso, your thighs, and sheets, all of it was drenched as you couldn’t stop the squirt from pouring out of you. Fast fingers replaced his mouth and continued rubbing your clit, only slowing once you had ceased squirting.

Your entire body was shaking, toes curled into the filthy sheets, your brain trying to catch up but it was a mile behind your body.

“I’m— Az, I,” you stuttered, attempting to sit up, shock and shame taking root in your chest. The male was completely drenched from the chin down, the sheets beyond salvation. “I never— I’m sorry—“

A towel appeared from his shadows, and he swiftly wiped himself dry before he joined you on the bed, uncaring of the huge damp spot that now lay beneath you two. He shushed you with a kiss, taking your trembling form into his arms, a hand tucking your hair behind your shoulder. His lips were soft, his touch gentle as he tucked you against his chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I am so proud of you,” he said quietly, his low voice rumbling in your ear, “You did so well, little dove. Now let me clean you up.” His praise sent a pleasant warmth through your bones, and you curled closer to the male, basking in his embrace.

Secured in his arms, his shadows enveloped the pair of you in darkness, their cool caress whispering on your skin. Then, you were hovering over a large marble bath, steam wafting from the filled basin that Azriel was standing in the middle of. Slowly he lowered the pair of you into the water, holding you tighter when you squeaked at the heat from the water leaching into your tender core. He sat behind you, wings stretched over the lip of the tub, your chest against his back.

Wordlessly he tied your hair back and ran a damp cloth over your skin. You were still coming down from your high, the warmth from the water and the strong male at your back making your eyelids droop, exhaustion ebbing into your body. He held you up and washed your back and then his front, and when you leaned back against him, you somehow found the strength to smirk at the erection evident behind you. You scooted back to brush your ass against him and he growled lowly in your ear. The sound sent shivers through you, and you turned to face him, looping your arms around his neck.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, humming in content. The Illyrian kissed the top of your head, large hands supporting your weight as he lifted you from the water. The soft brush of a towel met your skin and his quiet laugh graced your ears when you refused to separate from him, your wet front clinging to his. Eventually he was able to pry you off of him so that he could fully dry you, but it took many kisses of encouragement and gentle praise.

Finally he placed you onto his bed, the silken sheets welcoming your clean, naked skin and flooding your senses with his strong, woodsy scent. Azriel slipped in beside you, his inked arms wrapping around you as he laid on his side, nose tucked into your hair, covering you under the blankets.

“So, did you fake it?” he whispered in your ear just as sleep was about to take you. He had clearly proven himself, teasing you now that you had experienced his full talents.

You swatted him with what little strength you had left, a lazy smile curling the corner of your mouth. “You’re deplorable,” you said and he laughed, gathering you closer to his chest.

You didn’t know what this night would mean moving forward, but you didn’t have the energy to care at the moment— completely drained from the earth-shattering orgasms the shadowsinger had summoned from you. You had the feeling he didn’t want to question it now, either, not as he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world, not when he had you naked, in his arms, in his bed. So you succumbed to slumber, content to leave the questions for the morning, your heart full and your body completely sated for the first time in your life.

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The Sins That Bind Us (Eris Vanserra x Priestess!Reader)

Summary// Late at night while you tended to one of the many temples throughout Prythian, the doors slammed open and sent the cold air billowing inside. Standing in the doorframe was Eris, shirt muddy and pants ripped, asking for forgiveness. The last thing he expected to see was you but fate works in mysterious ways.

(It's the priestess!reader fic!! This starts out somewhat slow, the smut is towards the end, but I really like how this story developed and I hope you guys do as well. It took a little bit of a different turn but I find that the best stories are the ones that surprise me. Enjoy! :))

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, religion, slight submissive!Eris, body worship, sappy, sappy fluff, slight angst at the beginning, feral!Eris

The air was still as you walked through the temple, your sage burning while the oval stone of your circlet rested heavily between your brows. Your fellow priestesses had left for the day, resting to make sure they were up for the dawn ceremony but you couldn’t seem to sleep.

Your robe was light against your skin as you lit some candles, whispering prayers and thanks to the Mother, the Cauldron, and the Forces That Be. It was quiet and you found peace in it, hoping that the worries that were keeping you awake would turn to ash as the sage did.

As the final candle flickered to life, the doors behind you pounded loudly like someone was trying to get in. It made you drop the sage on the floor and your heart almost flew out of your chest. You had been hearing about the sacks against the other temples around Prythian and fearing that it was some of Hybern’s soldiers, you sprinted to the other side and hid behind a wall just as the doors burst open.

Heavy footsteps echoed off the walls, approaching the altar, before you heard a deep sigh. Thankfully it sounded like it was only one person but you were still doubtful that you were strong enough to fight whoever it was off.

Just as you were about to slip into the hallway beside you, a low voice made you pause.

“Please, I need guidance. I need to know.”

Eris.

You would recognize that voice anywhere. In fact, you had just heard it a few days ago when he had left you on the steps of your home. The two of you had become something, something that terrified him, and with the war looming he broke things off before you were put in serious danger.

It wasn’t even a discussion. He had told you, albeit his voice tight with emotion, that this would be the last time you would see him. After he had left you cried and cried, clinging onto one of the shirts that he had left behind, while trying to understand everything that had just happened.

He had shown you a side of him that he never revealed to anyone, not even his own mother. Secrets whispered on pillowcases, tears brushed away, it was a love that was patient and kind. A love that you thought was what the stories talked about with fated mates.

“I dream of her every night, I think of her every morning, I even smell her within these walls,” Eris confessed softly. “I need a sign that what I did is worth it, that I haven’t damned myself.”

Your fingers were cool against the stone wall as you peeked out, your eyes widening at his tousled appearance. His hair was wet, along with the rest of him, as soft rain fell on the stained glass windows. The white shirt was muddy at the sleeves as well as his pants and boots, looking as if he had just been dragged through six-inch deep mud.

However what stood out most to you was his face, sunken in with dark circles underneath his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days. You wondered if he was as tormented as you were.

The room was deathly still, even the candlelight unmoving, as he waited for an answer. You debated on turning around, leaving him to his pleas to the Mother just as he had left you that night. But seeing him like this, broken and miserable, only made you yearn to heal him.

You bit down on your lip and closed your eyes, steeling yourself for whatever was about to happen, before emerging from your hiding space. Eris’s eyes immediately went to you, his body stumbling back in shock.

“Y/N…” He breathed, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You murmured, glancing at his hands which were bloody and bruised. “What happened to your hands?”

Eris looked down and frowned, staring at them with disdain as he mumbled, “It has been a rough week for me.”

Silence fell between you for a moment, both of you taking in the other’s appearance, before you decided to break the tension. You took a step towards him slowly, treating him like you would a frightened animal.

“I heard you praying.” You said, the wind from the open door making your robes ripple behind you like water. “Do you truly think you are damned?”

He stood there, trying to decide what to make of the situation, before looking up at the sky and sighing. “Do you want to know what I think? Why I did what I did?” He asked you, closing the gap between the two of you so that you were standing toe to toe. “Do you want to know why I have to be a monster?”

“Eris you’re not-” You tried to interject but he held up his hand, shaking his head.

“You and I both know what I am, who I am, Y/N. The son of Beron, the most hated man in all of Prythian besides the King of Hybern. The man who did nothing to stop the murder of my other brother’s love. The fiance who left an innocent bride to devices out of my control.” Eris ranted, his cheeks turning pink from his anger.

“I couldn’t let myself fail you.” He stressed, his hands coming up to cup your face. They were colder than you had ever felt before. “For whatever reason, whatever sick joke the universe wanted to delight in, I found myself falling for a priestess. Someone who others look up to, who takes care of the downtrodden and is tasked with keeping faith alive in a world that is so desperately trying to smother it.”

Your mouth opened in disbelief as the man before you sank to his knees. Eris, future High Lord of Autumn, was on his knees as if you were some divine person. The emotion in his eyes was one of pain and sorrow, his hands falling to his thighs as he continued.

“Do you think, after all I’ve done, that I am worthy of such a person? That I can protect you, love you, and care for you after all I’ve done?”

His confession was breaking your heart into millions of pieces, more so than it already was. Eris had told you about those things before, how the guilt would eat him alive, and how he wished things could be different. You knew what he craved most in the world wasn’t power or glory, it was inner peace.

“I had to leave you, Y/N. It’s better this way, knowing that you are safe from the disasters that trail me. I could not let you become another one for me to regret, so I didn’t give you the chance to.” Eris looked down in shame, water droplets sliding down his nose and face while the moonlight shone upon you two.

As you stared down at him, taking in everything he had just said, you realized just how broken he was on the inside. He put on a mask for others, letting them believe what they wanted, but even the strongest of souls would eventually grow tired of being perceived that way. And some, like Eris, might even start believing that lie themselves.

You knew who he was though. You knew from the moment you met.

“Eris.” You called, placing a finger under his chin until his eyes were looking into your own. “You are many things but you are not damned, nor are you a monster.”

He immediately opened his mouth to protest but you shook your head.

“Listen to what I say. Listen to the tone of my voice. Hear the truth from my mouth.” You smiled, stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “You were handed the cards the Mother gave you, you did with them what you could, and you made mistakes. But this does not make you unworthy of love.”

“The sins that bind us together are what makes us who we are. And who you are, Eris Vanserra, is someone worth saving. You are my mate, as I am yours, and together we shall know no fear, hurt, or anger, but only if we are honest to each other and ourselves.”

Both of your hands grasped his own and pulled him to stand, gazing up at him while your heart overflowed with understanding and acceptance for the man before you. It was like some otherworldly force was guiding you in what to say, what to do, and you let that flow through you like a stream through mountains.

“You are worthy of love.” You asserted, squeezing his hands.

“I don’t feel-”

You silenced him with a kiss, rising on your tiptoes so you could reach his lips. Eris blinked in surprise but immediately melted into your embrace, his arms wrapping around your hips while yours wrapped around his neck. It was tender and slow, your fingers stroking the back of his neck as you lost yourself in the taste and feel of him.

He was the first to pull away though he kept his arms secured against you, your lips just a breath away from each other. “What are you doing?” Eris whispered.

“Shhh,” You soothed, kissing his cheek before slowly making your way down his face and to his neck. “Let me show you how worthy you are.”

His entire body was still as you caressed him softly. It was like he didn’t know what to do, how to react, to gentle touches. And you realized that this was probably the first time anyone had shown him this level of intimacy. Your lips brushed against his pulse, hovering over it for a moment, before kissing your way to the other side.

When you reached his ear and bit down on his lobe, tugging it softly, he crumbled under you. Eris’s hands grabbed your ass, squeezing tightly and groaning while your mouth connected with his once more. It was more passionate, both of your breathing now quickened, as your tongues danced with each other.

Your hands wandered down his chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt as you grasped it between your fists and tore it in half. It fell to the floor and you immediately ran your fingers up his chest, letting your nails gently scrape against his skin which had him growling into your ear.

“You are so beautiful, Eris.” You cooed, pulling away so that you could admire his body. He didn’t know what to say, this was entirely new territory for him but you were more than happy to show him the way.

Eris grunted when you cupped his hard length, massaging it through the material of his pants. His hand flew to your wrist, to either stop you or encourage you he wasn’t sure, but when you began to nip at his collarbone at the same time he realized he never wanted this feeling to end.

“Do you like when I touch you like this?” You smiled against his skin, undoing the strings of his pants expertly so that you could touch him without barriers. This wasn’t the first time you had had sex with him, but this was the first time he let you have control. It was sending a thrill down your spine to watch him react to your touches, hear him moan for you, and to give him the same pleasure he gives you.

“Y-yes.” He stammered for the first time in all his years on Earth. Eris was sure you had put some kind of spell on him, especially when you began stroking him and had his knees buckling from the pleasure. “Fuck, Y/N.”

The smile on your face grew as you kissed him leisurely again, teasing him and stroking the wet head of his cock with your thumb. You wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.

After a moment you decided to push him further, dropping to your knees and pulling his pants down with you. His eyes darkened when you gazed up at him through your lashes, giving him a wink, before you brought him to your mouth and swallowed him down to the base.

Eris hissed and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging painfully as the small tuft of hair at the base of his cock tickled your nose. You held yourself there for a moment, trying to control your gag reflex, before pulling away to breathe. He was enraptured with your show, watching the spit shine on your chin and lips as you immediately went back to working him.

“Cauldron save me…” He sighed, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. You reveled in the sight, your arousal coating the outside of your thighs by now. It was taking all of your self-control not to touch yourself but you wanted to focus everything on him. You could wait.

“You’re doing so well.” You praise him, licking the tip playfully as he only groans back in response.

“Please,” Eris panted, his red hair falling in his eyes as he looked back down at you pleadingly. “Don’t stop, Y/N. Please.”

“Don’t worry my love,” Your voice was sultry as you started to stroke the bottom of his cock. “I have no intentions of stopping anytime soon.”

With that, you went back to licking and sucking his length, cupping his balls with one of your hands and squeezing them lightly to enhance his pleasure. His hand in your hair was guiding you up and down, the only thing keeping him grounded as he drew closer and closer to the edge.

He tried to warn you but the only sound that came out of his mouth was your name when you went all the way down again, already knowing he was close. His cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed as best as you could, some of it leaking past the seal of your lips.

Eris’s mouth was hanging open in ecstasy as you took everything, letting go of your hair in favor of brushing the tears that were at the corner of your eyes from your need to breathe.

After a few seconds, you pulled back, swallowing the last bit with a smile and wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. He again stared at you in awe, pulling you up to kiss you fervidly. Eris could taste himself in your mouth and within minutes was already starting to get hard again, his mind hazy with pleasure.

You stepped back and began to undo the straps of your robes, letting them fall off your shoulders and down your body to pool at your feet. As usual, you were completely bare underneath. The cool air made your nipples perk up and goosebumps rise on your skin, the moonlight giving you an ethereal look.

His jaw tightened at the sight of your body, every nerve in his body on fire as you stepped over your discarded clothes and towards him. The way your hips swayed, the sultry look in your eyes, he swore he was dreaming at this point. It was either that or some sorcery.

“Lay down.” You ordered, smirking when he obeyed without any hesitation. “Good boy.”

Eris’s cock jumped at the praise, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You wasted no time in climbing on top of him, lining up your hips, and sitting on top of him. The juices of your arousal coated his dick as you lightly ground up and down, panting when the head of him kept bumping against your clit.

“No more teasing, Y/N.” He begged, gripping your hips tightly to still you. “I can’t bear it anymore. Let me feel you, taste you, anything, just let me please you.”

“Tonight is about you, Eris.” You chastised. “It’s about your pleasure, for me to show you how I feel about you”

“Then pleasure me, mouse. Show me.” Eris panted, licking his lips while his chest rose and fell in quick succession as you finally lined himself to your entrance.

Your lips parted as you lowered yourself onto his cock, taking him in inch by inch. He felt as if his soul was going to leave his body as your cunt swallowed him whole, the wetness and tightness of it making him see stars.

When you bottomed out, you waited for a moment to give yourself time to adjust to his girth. It felt different than the other times you had had sex, it felt rawer and more intimate.

There was no wasted moment as you began to ride him, letting the feelings of pain and pleasure mix in an intoxicating cocktail that he also sipped from. The temple was immediately filled with both of your cries of pleasure, your hands planted firmly on his chest as he rutted his hips up to meet you halfway.

“You feel so good…so perfect inside me.” You whined, your tits bouncing up and down with each thrust.

Eris raised up on his elbows to take one of your nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking which made you clench around him. You were already on edge from all the taunting you’d been doing and despite your best efforts, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Oh, Mother above, Y/N.” He growled, your breast popping out of his mouth as you started to go faster. What started out as slow and sensual was now turning to feral, the overwhelming need to claim you overriding all of his common sense.

Before you could register this change you found yourself face down on the cold floor, your legs spread wide open for your mate as Eris slapped his cock against your ass twice before he thrust back into you. You cried out in bliss, your nails scratching the marble as he fucked you like an animal.

His grip on your hips was sure to leave bruises as he lost himself in his own mind, his head screaming ‘Mate, Mate, Mate’ over and over again. You were no better, your hand scrambling down to toy with your clit and speed up your orgasm, the tingling already starting low in your belly.

“Eris, I-I’m close, please!” You whimpered, turning your head to the side to watch him fuck you. “Fuck, you fuck me so good.”

Your words only spurred him to go harder, his eyes darkening as he felt his own release tightening in his balls. He brushed against that spot inside you and that sent you over the edge, your mouth opening to cry out his name as your entire body shook in euphoria.

It was the kind of pleasure that made your toes curl and vision go white, the very temple itself feeling as if it were going to topple down as Eris pulled you up by your hair and bit into the soft skin of your neck, growling out your name as he came right after you.

Sweat was coating both of your bodies, the smell of sex in the air, as you finally collapsed on the ground with him falling beside you. You could feel his cum leaking out of you but you didn’t care, rolling to your side to look at him while he stared up at the ceiling.

“That was…” You pause, intertwining your fingers with his. “Amazing. Do you see now how I feel about you, love? Can you feel it?”

He swallowed thickly, his fingers tightening over your own. “I see it, I feel it, I just don’t understand it.” Eris frowned, turning to look at you. “After everything I’ve done and said, I can’t fathom why the cauldron paired us together, why you settle for someone like me.”

Your face softened at his vulnerability as you caressed his cheek and kissed the tip of his nose. “The past cannot be changed but the mere fact that you want to change it, that you regret and are actively trying to become better, that is what a good man does, Eris.”

“You are a good man.” You said earnestly, resting your head on his bare shoulder. The rain outside had turned to a mist and the world was quiet. It was like you were the only two in the whole universe. “You are worthy of so many things, Eris, but above all, you are the most worthy of happiness. Just as I am. And my happiness starts and ends with you.”

And for the briefest of moments, you see a smile ghost his lips. It makes him seem more his age, more peaceful, and your heart skips a beat.

“Be patient with me.” He whispers, amber eyes full of uncertainty. “This is something entirely new to me.”

“Always.” You murmur, kissing the back of his hand and closing your eyes to bask in the small slice of peace the two of you were being gifted right now.

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Lips of an Angel (Part 3)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Based on the song ‘Lips of an Angel’ by Hinder. Azriel left you for Elain. After finding out that he has a child he didn’t know about, he’s furious.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,121

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Notes: Literally so short but hopefully it’s worth it. 💙

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Rhysand feels Azriel before he even arrives.

There’s a dark static in the air, charged like lightning ready to strike. The shadows of the room grow darker around him; seeping through the cracks of every floorboard, crawling down the corners of the walls, painting them in long, black strokes. Tendrils of anger soaked night billow in from the slats of the framed windows like thick fumes, as if Azriel is trying to smoke him out.

If Rhysand could understand their inky whispers, he thinks they would be screeching.

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in case you’re still doing the smut prompts, i’d be very stoked to read something with nr. 8!! hope you’re having a wonderful day.☺️🌟

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a/n: as you all know by now, i rely heavily on music for inspiration so here's my muse for this request. consider this my present to all of you. happy holidays besties. warning: smut under the cut.

The walls of the Summer Palace shook as you slammed the door with so much force that the entire thing threatened to come off the steel hinges. You were fuming, chest heaving and eyes blazing as you whirled around to face the source of your anger.

“How dare you interfere with my mission?” you huff with indignation, staring up at the cold, stoic expression of the shadowsinger.

Azriel was entirely unmoved by the outburst and it only served to infuriate you further. You’d both been assigned by Rhysand to repair the tenuous alliance between the Night Court and the Summer Court and you were doing a damned good job of charming Tarquin back to your side before Azriel rudely interrupted your lunch with the High Lord.

“It’s our mission. Not yours.” Azriel says coolly, his golden gaze sweeping over you with indifference.

“Funny because it seems like I’m the only one doing the work,” you bite back.

A flash of anger marred Azriel’s otherwise neutral expression, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He straightened to his full height causing the Illyrian warrior to tower a good foot over you as his large, dark wings flared across his back.

“I’d hardly call throwing yourself at Tarquin work.”

You scoffed at the utter hypocrisy of his accusation. “Oh please, like you weren’t out there shamelessly flirting with Cresseida. Are you so unaware of the irony of such a statement or are you truly so blinded by your arrogant misogyny that you fail to see that we are doing the exact same thing?”

Azriel seethed, stalking towards you in three smooth strides. The shadowsinger stepped directly into a beam of sunlight streaming through the open window, his tall, muscled form completely overshadowing your own. You supposed you should've felt intimidated, but as you looked up at his cruel, handsome face, all you felt was pure adrenaline.

In a way that you knew infuriated him, your gaze flickered down to the soles of Azriel’s boots, dragging your eyes to the breezy riding pants that hugged his powerful thighs and toned ass, all the way up to the white, billowing shirt that was left unbuttoned, revealing the sprawling tattoos inked upon his golden brown skin. The fabric did nothing to hide the toned physique hiding underneath and the sculpted planes of his abs peeked through the thin material. He held your stare as you slowly made the ascent to his irritatingly handsome face, never balking as you took in the razor sharp jawline, the full, sensual lips, the strong brows and the fluttering eyelashes that kissed the tops of his perfectly sculpted cheekbones.

Azriel released a frustrated sigh, his breath disturbing the inky dark locks falling over the brightest shade of hazel eyes you’ve ever seen.

“It’s not the same.” He gritted out, taking a step closer towards you. “I didn’t smile at Cresseida.”

You paused, blinking up at the shadowsinger. He clenched his jaw and glowered down at you. The most expressive you’ve ever seen him in all your years of knowing one another.

“Are you honestly that much of an asshole that any display of happiness I exhibit would infuriate you this much?”

Azriel’s laugh was mirthless and devoid of humor. “Are you honestly that clueless as to why that would bother me?”

The words barely registered as your temper got the best of you. Lifting a defiant chin up at the shadowsinger, you dared to poke his chest.

“I’m not fucking clueless.”

Azriel wrapped his fingers around your wrist. Something dangerous and lethal flashed through his eyes. “Yell at me again and I’ll give you a reason to scream.”

There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your mind as your gaze flickered to the grim line of his mouth. Azriel snarled as you inhaled a sharp breath.

Perhaps you’d truly lost your sanity because against all sense and logic, you found yourself baiting the shadowsinger.

“What are you going to do, Azriel? Punish me?”

Azriel backed you up against the wall, his hands coming down on either side of your head as he caged you in. Your heart was beating so loudly that you could practically hear its erratic rhythm echoing in your ears.

“Is that what you want? For me to fuck the brat right out of you?”

Cauldron fucking fry you. The tension was palpable between you and Azriel, permeating in the air and practically suffocating you with the heady sense of lust and desire.

You’ve never been more aroused in your life.

Azriel could sense it in the flush spreading through your chest, the color tinging your cheeks with a rosy flush. You looked so fucking irresistible, but he wasn’t done toying with you. He knew you wanted this, wanted him, but he needed to hear it come out of your pretty little mouth.

His fingers curved around your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his burning gaze. “It is, isn’t it? Does the thought of me keep you up at night?”

Your eyes fluttered close as his other hand fisted the hem of your dress. His rough, calloused fingers skittered over your leg as he pressed his erection against your midsection. You hissed in response as he hoisted you up, pressing your back against the cold cement.

“I bet you’ve thought about this exact moment with your hands between your legs. Tell me sweetheart, do you touch yourself and wish it were my fingers getting you off instead?”

Despite how accurate he was, you weren’t about to give Azriel the satisfaction. “Don’t flatter yourself, shadowsinger. If the thought of you ever crosses my mind, it’s because you infuriate me like no other. Never in my immortal life have I ever met such a stubborn, hard headed male."

“But you want me just as badly as I want you.”

You huff in indignation, but there was no denying your arousal. It was so potent you were sure Azriel could scent it.

With your pride on the line, you pivoted back to the anger you’d felt only moments ago. “Where do you get off making these assumptions? The absolute fucking audacity—“

Azriel chuckles darkly. “Oh?” His lips skate over the hollow of your throat as you swallow thickly. “So if I were to touch you right now, I wouldn’t find your panties absolutely soaked?”

“No,” you breathed. “Because I’m not wearing any.”

“Fuck,” was all Azriel managed to say before his lips collided with yours.

There was nothing sweet about the kiss. It was rough and punishing, full of need and desperation as his lips melded against yours. Azriel hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his trim waist as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers twine in his hair, tilting his head up towards you while he nipped at your bottom lip. His tongue begged for entrance and you gladly obliged him, moaning into his mouth as he explored every inch of you. Azriel absolutely fucking lost it.

The shadowsinger your backside and hoisted you up, his kisses skirting over your neck, down to your throat, and into the little crevice of your collarbone. His name fell from your lips like a prayer.

Azriel was a full and complete sentence.

“Keep moaning my name like that and I won’t be able to resist the temptation to fuck you right against this wall.”

You nipped at his earlobe, eliciting a string of curses out of the shadowsinger. “So do it.”

Perhaps it was foolish to challenge Azriel, but you couldn’t fucking help it. You wanted him so badly that every second that he wasn’t inside of you felt excruciating.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Azriel’s silky voice caressed your ears and sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

“You were right. I do think about you. All the fucking time. I get off on the thought of you touching me, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing.” Azriel growls into your neck, sucking harshly at the base of your throat and marking his claim on your skin. “I want you, Azriel. So fucking badly that it hurts.”

“Then take me, sweetheart.”

With those four words, your pride completely disintegrated. You tugged at the front of his trousers, pulling them down hastily while Azriel groaned into your mouth. His cock sprang free from the constraints of the fabric and you licked your lips at the sheer size of him. He was long and thick, so much so that your brain couldn’t quite calculate how you’d take all of him.

But you’d damn well try.

A growl ripped through the shadowsinger’s chest as you gripped his shaft, flicking your thumb over his tip and spreading the bead of precum over his sensitive head. Azriel rested his head on the crook of your shoulder, his hot pants sweeping through your skin.

“Save the teasing for later, baby. I need to be inside of you. Now.”

You whimper in anticipation, watching as the shadowsinger hoisted you over his cock. You braced your hands on his shoulders as he eased the tip in, gasping as you felt his length stretch your walls. Azriel cupped your cheek, brushing the tears from the corner of your eye as he allowed you to acclimate yourself to the pain and pleasure.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers softly. The tone of his voice soothes the sting as his golden gaze locks onto your face. Azriel presses his forehead against yours, kissing you so gently as though he were afraid of hurting you. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good, taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

Holy gods. You were so overcome with pleasure that you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. You took every inch of Azriel’s cock, your pussy hugging around him so tightly that it was a wonder how he didn’t come right then and there.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight. Feels like fucking heaven, baby.”

You groaned in response, greedily latching your lips onto his collarbone. “Az, please. Wanna feel you.”

“Use your words, angel. What is it that you want?”

There wasn’t a single ounce of shame left within you as you faced the shadowsinger and traced his bottom lip with your thumb. “I want you to fuck me, Azriel. Rough. Hard. Show me how badly you want me.”

“You fucking kill me when you say things like that.”

Azriel doesn’t give you a chance to respond before his mouth is on yours again. He grips the tops of your thighs, pulling his cock out of your pussy before slamming it in all the way. You cried out in ecstasy, clawing at his back to keep you steady, careful not to disturb the beautiful wings at his back.

The shadowsinger thrusts at a steady, relentless pace, drawing out your pleasure, making you writhe and cry and moan all at once. You couldn’t tell where you ended and where Azriel began. The two of you were fused together and the entire thing felt like an out of body experience. At one point you could’ve sworn you were watching yourself getting absolutely railed against the wall while clinging onto Azriel for dear life.

You were entirely shameless as you licked, nipped, and sucked at the expanse of golden brown skin that your lips had access to. Azriel fucked into you and you rolled your hips in tandem as that wicked tongue of his slipped past the seam of your lips and flicked against yours. You sucked hard, fighting for dominance as the shadowsinger moaned into your mouth.

When your fingers grazed the sensitive membrane of his wings, Azriel bucked against you and released a string of curses that would’ve made a sailor blush.

“Fucking hell,” Azriel choked. “I can’t—gods, you feel too fucking good.”

“Don’t stop, Az.” You plead, rolling your hips to take more of him. “I’m so close.” Azriel responds by rutting into you, hitting that sweet spot that had you seeing stars. “Gods, right there. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Azriel could feel you clenching around him. It felt divine, the ironclad grip you had on his cock, hugging snugly around him until he was practically melting into your hands was nothing like he’s ever felt before. He squeezed your ass, angling his hips just right so that his tip touched that sweet spot within your walls over and over again.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart.”

When his thumb flicked over your clit, you completely lost it. The orgasm was mind-shattering, rocking through your entire body like an earthquake as you buried your head in Azriel’s shoulder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he thrust hard and fast, moaning your name repeatedly as you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you.

“Holy gods,” Azriel breathed. “Fuck me—”

Those dark, powerful wings of his flared behind him as he came, hard and fast, barreling through him like the rushing wind when he took flight. He crumpled to the floor, taking you with him as you both collapsed from the effort. Azriel’s chest rose and fell as you held him against you, the both of you feeling absolutely fucked out and blissful. You toyed with his soft, raven hair, cradling him in your arms as his eyes fluttered open. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen and you decided that it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

Azriel blinked up at you, his hazel eyes shimmering like honey in the light. He appraised you in silence, gently tucking a stray dark lock behind your ear. The intensity of your gaze awakened butterflies in your stomach.

“What?” you asked softly, much to the shadowsinger’s pleasure.

“Nothing,” he says with a slight grin. “You’re just so beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. Azriel felt like someone had taken a fist to his stomach. You were so fucking breathtaking that it was almost unfair.

He traced your lips, his mind committing the sight of your genuine smile into his memory. “Gods, do that again.”

You grinned. An actual, genuine grin. “I’m just smiling.”

“I know,” Azriel says. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Despite the fact that he’d given you the best orgasm of your life just moments ago, the compliment makes you blush. “And to think, all you had to do to see it was to piss me off beyond belief.”

The shadowsinger beamed. He took your hand in his, brushing his lips over the tops of your knuckles. “It was worth it.”

“Because I finally admitted that I’ve wanted you all along?”

“Because you smiled for me.”

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Moving On (Part Two)

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Summary: After loving Azriel in secret for years, you decide it’s time for you to move on.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader (She/Her)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: drugging with the implied intent to commit SA, attempted kidnapping, vomiting

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It was late when Mor came barrelling into his office, her hair in disarray and smelling of liquor and sex. There was a time when seeing her in such a state would have soured Azriel’s mood, but now, he felt nothing but vaguely amused by his friend’s romantic escapades. For a moment, he assumed she had come by in search of company after a long night on the town, but one look at her face had Azriel’s blood running cold. “What’s wrong?” he asked, already striding across the room.

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Lips of an Angel (Part 2)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Part 2 to Lips of an Angel per the request of many. The OG request came from @eddiesbixch696 : This randomly came to me because the song came on the radio but an absolute angst fest of an Azriel fic based on the song Lips of Angel by Hinder. The whole “my girl is in the next room but sometimes I wish she was you” lyric as he watches Elain. Ugh I love breaking my own heart sometimes 😭

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3,512

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This winter is one of the most bitter he’s experienced in Velaris. Or maybe it’s just him, his feelings as of late, the cold and empty cavern that is his heart without you, his thoughts wandering towards the female he’d left behind for the one who he’d thought would be his end all be all.

He turned out to be so fucking wrong about Elain.

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Moving On (Part One)

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Summary: After loving Azriel in secret for years, you decide it’s time for you to move on.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader (She/Her)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: drugging with the implied intent to commit SA, attempted kidnapping

A/N: Thank you for your patience while I took some time away. Hope you like this one. And thank you to the anon who requested this!

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The phrase “with age comes wisdom” was true. You had long known better than to compare yourself to other females. The insecurities of youth faded as you came into your own and you learned to stop obsessing over minor flaws and shortcomings. You were a mature, adult female with no need to compare yourself to others’ appearances… except one.

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Soothing Darkness - Azriel X reader fanfic

Chapter 12

Summary: the aftermath of Azriel and Y/N sleeping together didn't go to plan...

Warnings: SMUT 🥵 Please do not read unless over 18 years of age!! Swearing and violence

AN: All I can say is I'm really sorry 🙈🥵 I hope you are still enjoying reading this story! Let me know what you think ❤️

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No interruptions indeed. You had barely slept all night. It was as if you had lost all control of yourself because you couldn’t keep your hands off Azriel. You craved more of him. The ecstasy he could put you through each and every time was addictive. Just the thought of his taste on your lips, his body pressed tightly against yours, him between your legs was enough to set you over the edge.

You woke from a brief rest encased in his wings and arms. His naked body still pressed up against yours. You felt yourself moving before you could register it. Moving your hips backwards into his already hard arousal. He growled in your ear. A sound you had already grown very found of.

“Coffee?” you whispered. He pulled you in tightly against his chest before nodding once. You pried his arms off you, it took all your strength to try and break free but you couldn’t budge him. “If you want a coffee, you need to let go” you laughed.

“I don’t want one that badly” his morning voice was a deep rasp that sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ll come back” you assured him. He begrudgingly let his grip on you go limp and you crawled out of the bed. You quickly grabbed a t-shirt and your underwear, putting it on before making your way over to the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder to the bed, Azriel was now sat up with one arm resting behind his head. You tried to ignore the growing heat between your legs, the urge to run back and jump on him. His body was incredibly toned, even as he sat so casually.

Taking a shaky breath, you began making the drinks. Fighting the urge to turn around. What was wrong with you? You had never been like this with a male. But no one had ever made you feel the way Azriel did.

As you were about to pour the steaming hot water into the two mugs. You heard Azriel move from the bed, his footsteps getting closer to you. Your breath hitched as you felt his presence behind you. “Forget the coffee” his voice growled in your ear. He moved your hair away from your neck and trailed hot kisses up from your shoulder to your jaw. Your knees nearly buckled as you tilted your head for him.

He moved you to the kitchen table, still standing closely behind you. He tapped your calves with his foot, indicating for you to widen your stance. You swallowed hard before doing as he instructed, just like he had in training. One of his hands held you at your hip while the other pushed your back slightly, leaning you down over the table. You could feel him eyeing you up as you bent over in front of him. He moved his hand from your back and traced his fingertips up your bare thigh, ever so slowly.

You began whimpering. Your growing need for him was getting unbearable. He grazed your core over your laced underwear. “Already, ready for me” Azriel used one finger to pull your underwear to one side. Tracing his fingers lightly through your arousal. You moaned, gripping the edge of the table.

He torturously slowly pushed two of his fingers inside you. You bit your lip to supress the moans as he began pumping in and out of you. But you needed more then just his fingers. You knew he could make you come undone with his fingers alone, but you needed him. With him, you felt more then pleasure. More then anything you could have ever imagined.

“Az, I need you” you moaned as he continued working you. Your torso pressed hard against the table.

“Good girl” Azriel removed his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You managed to catch your breath before you felt him. He covered himself in your arousal before lining up with your entrance. He thrusted into you, hard. Your breath was taken away as he buried himself inside of you. His body pressed tightly to your ass.

He moved quickly and hard as he pounded into you. One hand gripped your hip as the other snaked round to rub small circles into your small bundle of nerves. Your legs nearly gave way as the pleasure rose up in the pit of your stomach. But Azriel kept you in place. Everything erupted within you. You could barely breath as waves of pleasure swept over you. Azriel kept thrusting as he rode out his own pleasure.

Azriel pulled out of you and swept you up in his arms. Carrying you back to the bed and placing you down softly. You curled up in the sheets as he sat on the edge of the bed catching his breath. “How do you take your coffee?” he smirked as he placed a small kiss to your brow.

“Milk, one sugar” you smiled.

“You better get ready for training while I make them” he softly swept a long strand of hair out of your face before kissing you softly. You fought every urge to pull him down onto the bed. You realised that was why he sat instead of laying down with you. It was already 8:10am and your self-control with one another was questionable after last night and again this morning.

Cassian was waiting for you as you arrived at the training rings. Somehow you managed to get there ten minutes before training had even started. Azriel placed you down softly, holding you until you found your footing. Your legs were slightly wobbly from all the activities of last night.

“Kissed and made up then?” Cassian smirked, his arms crossed over his chest. Azriel shook his head, a small smile ghosting his lips. “Not too sore for training Y/N?” Azriel tensed at Cassian question.

“You are a wind up” you grated.

“Az clearly not up to the job of making it up to you if you are still standing” he continued. His eyes were full of taunt as he stared down Azriel. You looked between the two males. Azriel’s fists were balled up so tightly, his knuckles were white. Cassian began to smile before he said “Maybe someone else could do a better job”.

Azriel lunged forward. His fist colliding with Cassian’s cheek. Cassian was knocked back a couple of steps before he began laughing. He rubbed at his jaw before putting his own fists up and gesturing for Azriel to try again. “Azriel” you shouted but he was gone. A raging trance had taken over him as he lashed out everything he had at Cassian.

“Come on Az, you can do better then that” Cassian spread his wings and launched up into the air. Azriel followed in an instant, without hesitation. You stared up as they disappeared into the distance.

What the hell had just happened? Why did Cassian decide to act like a total prick to his ‘brother’? The sky was cloudless, but you could no longer see the two Illyrians. You kept your eyes fixed on where you had lost sight of them but noises from behind you pulled your attention away. The priestesses and others were beginning to gather at the training rings. How were you going to explain what had just happened? The groups only instructors had flown off, trying to kill each other.

“Where is Cassian?” Nesta approached you.

“I – I don’t actually know” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Him and Azriel just took off” you pointed to the skies. Nesta sniffed the air before narrowing her eyes at you.

“Right” she addressed the group. “Warm up, we will be doing strengthening exercises today”. The group followed her instructions. Falling into the training rings and beginning their warm ups. You began to walk away from her and begin your own warm ups when she stopped you. “Not you” she snarled and gestured you to follow her.

You followed behind Nesta, back into the house. Out of earshot from the rest of the group before she turned to you. “What happened last night?” she crossed her arms as her stare burnt into you. Her jaw was clenched as she monitored your every move.

“What do you mean?” you took a tentative step back.

“You know what I mean” she narrowed her eyes. “You leave my sisters house, refusing to come back to the house of wind with no explanation. Then this morning you reek of Azriel. Cassian and him are nowhere to be seen but you are miraculously here…… I won’t ask again, what happened last night?”.

Your heart was in your mouth as she stared you down. You knew you couldn’t lie, you wouldn’t get out of it this time. Of course she smelt Azriel all over you, you hadn’t had time to have a full bath this morning. “Last night Azriel came to my apartment” you shifted your weight uncomfortably.

“You slept together” Nesta hissed. Your palms were sweaty as you nodded once. “So it’s you. The fae he told my sister about last night?”

“I – What?” you furrowed your brow.

“He told Elain last night that nothing would happen between them. He said he’d met someone…” she paused, looking you up and down. “His mate”. Your eyes snapped up to meet Nesta’s. The colour drained from your skin, leaving you with goosebumps. “Why didn’t you just tell me” Nesta shook her head.

“His what?” your voice rasped, barely above a whisper. Nesta took a step back in surprise before clasping a hand over her own mouth. “His what?” you repeated. Your voice was demanding as your body shook.

“I thought……” she murmured. “Shit, Elain said not to say anything but I just assumed you knew”. You stared at Nesta, unmoving. Could it be possible? Is that what the snap was last night? No. It couldn’t be. You had always thought that if you ever met your mate you would know instantly it was them. Yes, you had always been attracted to Azriel and something about him called out to you but you never thought it would be the mating bond.

“I have to go” you turned on your heels. Adrenaline pumping through your body. You didn’t care how many steps stood between you and your bakery. You needed to leave, and this was your only option.

“Y/N, wait” Nesta called out to you but your heart beating in your ears drowned her out. You reached the staircase and began the decent. Step by step you circled down the staircase. Your mind was racing, through every feeling you had towards Azriel. How long had he been aware? To tell Elain last night, he must have known. Either that or he was making it all up.

Your legs were burning but you didn’t care. Each step brought you closer and closer to your bakery. You didn’t know exactly what you were going to do once you got there but you knew you couldn’t face training. Not now.

Somehow and after a long while you reached the bottom. Your chest was on fire, each breath you took was a struggle. Your legs threatened to buckle with each step you took but you forced them to move. Nearly there, you would remind yourself. The streets of Velaris were beginning to get busier as the day began. You ignored every passer by as you marched down the cobbled walkways.

Azriel was your mate?

He couldn’t be. Could he?

You reached the bakery, rushing inside and slamming the door behind you. You took the steps to your apartment two at a time. The bedsheets were still a mess from where you and Azriel had laid last night. Two coffee mugs still sat next to the kitchen sink. You blinked once, then again. The room smelt of him. The smell filling your nostrils as you took deep breaths. You slumped into one of the chairs next to the fireplace.

You don’t know how long you sat in the chair, staring at the empty fireplace. Every thought crossing your mind all at once. You couldn’t get a grip on your emotions. This morning you had been so incredibly happy. Now, you felt a mixture of happiness, anxiousness, ager, fear and excitement all wrapped into one.

A loud knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts but you decided to ignore it. Instead, you stayed curled up on the chair. Hugging your knees to your chest. Another knock. You stayed quiet, hoping whoever it was would think you weren’t in and leave. Shadows seemed to form in the corner of the room. Swirling as if the darkness was dancing with the light. You watched unflinching as Azriel stepped out of them and into the room. He was covered in sweat and dirt. He had bruises all across his knuckles. His hair was a mess, covering his brow. Looks like the fight with Cassian had been brutal.

“Y/N” he approached you slowly. “Let me explain” he held his hands up in surrender. Nesta must have told him what had happened when they got back to the house.

“Is it true?” you stared at him. His eyes softened as he crouched in front of you. His siphons shone bright blue hues around the room. “Is it true that we are mates?” your voice cracked.

“Yes” his jaw tightened. His hazel eyes met yours.

“How long have you known?” you furrowed your brows. You wanted to be mad at him, you wanted to shout at him, but his presence had a calming influence over you.

“A while” he paused. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. I was hoping you would have felt it by now”.

“How long is a while?” you pressed. “A week? Since Starfall?”. Azriel bowed his head to look at the floor. He sighed deeply and then looked back up at you.

“I had a feeling since the day I met you but it clicked into place for me at Nesta’s winter solstice ball. It was after our dance when Elain stepped in. Something snapped and I didn’t want to let you go” Azriel stared at you, hope in his eyes.

You stood up from the chair and began pacing. Nervous energy getting the better of you. Azriel stood and watched you, not daring to move any closer. “You’ve known all this time and didn’t tell me. Why?” you carried on pacing. You couldn’t look at Azriel, you knew if you did then you would forget how angry you were. You had questions and he needed to answer them. So you concentrated on looking elsewhere, anywhere other then at him.

“I wanted you to make your own decision about me. I didn’t want to force the bond upon you…. I wanted you to care for me on your own terms” his voice didn’t faulter. He was telling the truth.

“And you?” you shook your head. “Without the bond, would you care for me?” you looked at him, standing frozen in your position. This was the question you were most scared of. Your heart was beating uncontrollably in your chest. Each second that went by felt like a lifetime.

“Of course I would” he tensed. “Bond or no bond, I would care for you Y/N. The day you got attacked, I had never felt such fear and anger. Seeing you hurt made me want to do horrible things to every last person in that fucking city” Azriel tensed his fists, his knuckles turning white. “I felt you that night. I wasn’t just out and in the right place at the right time. I felt your fear as my own. I got here as fast as I could. If Rhys hadn’t gotten here as quickly as he had, there is no telling what I would have done” his chest heaved as he recalled the night.

“Your nightmare?” you questioned. “I woke up feeling your fear. I heard you but you weren’t screaming. Was that…?”. Azriel nodded and you took a shaky breath. You felt a sudden tug in your chest towards him. Quickly, you covered your heart with your hand.

“You felt it” Azriel whispered. “The pull of the bond. The first time I felt it was that first day we trained, just the two of us. I felt something pulling me to the training rings. When I saw you there, I couldn’t help but stay. Week in, week out I wanted to be the one to help you. I felt that you needed me” he approached you and you let him. He gently took one of your hands in his.

“I’m scared” you admitted. Along with all the other emotions you felt, fear was by far the biggest. His eyes softened as he caressed your cheek and placed a warm kiss on your brow. “My father and mother shared the mating bond” you swallowed. “My mother said it was a curse. She had no choice but to be with a monster”.

Azriel took a small step away from you. His hazel eyes assessing your own. “Do you think I am a monster?” he asked, his voice nearly breaking.

“No Azriel” you shook your head. That was the farthest thought from your mind. Azriel was no monster, not even close. “I just – I was always told it was something to fear and now I don’t know what to think” a tear rolled down your cheek.

“I would never hurt you Y/N” Azriel wiped the tear away. “Never. I understand it’s a lot to take in but I’m here. I’ll always be here when you need me” he silently promised.

It had been a long morning. You were mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted. You had asked Azriel to give you some space, just for the afternoon. He had excepted without hesitation and agreed to pick you up at the end of the day.

Being left alone with your own thoughts sounded like torcher so you put your mind into your work. You began baking, using new recipes that you had been wanting to try for a long time. The shop was quiet as usual, so you decided to think of new recipes too. Anything to keep your mind from wondering to Azriel.

The usual customers filtered in and out throughout the afternoon. You felt yourself trying to engage them in convocation, which was unusual for you. You wanted to talk to someone. Someone who could tell you about there day. One that wasn’t filled with training or Illyrians. But there was still a quiet gap between customers, ones that filled your thoughts full of him.

It all started to make sense. Why you had been so drawn to him. Why you had heard him scream when no one else had. It had clicked into place last night and you had just brushed it off as the best sex you have ever had. How stupid could you be? Deep down you never thought you would ever meet your mate, never mind it being Azriel.

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn’t even realised that three young fae males had entered your shop. You finally snapped out of your trance to find one of them leaning over your counter, trying to grasp your attention.

“Three of these, sweetheart” the male pointed at what he wanted. You decided to ignore the nickname and proceeded to bag what the male ordered. “Hurry up, I haven’t got all day” the male demanded, earning a snicker from the other two.

You told him the total and he threw the coins at you. They landed at your feet, rolling back onto the shop floor. You breathed a loud and angry breath as the male turned his back to leave. The door opened and the male left the shop, his two friends following behind. You bent down to collect the coins.

You grabbed the last coin when a pair of black leather boots stepped in front of you. Looking up, you could only make out small features of the male stood over you. He had dark brown hair, a crooked nose and bright blue eyes. “I’ll be damned” his voice was familiar, but you couldn’t place it.

You stood up and took a step back, allowing yourself to see the male properly. The male was older then when you last saw him. His features contorted into a smile as he took a step closer to you. Your heart stopped beating as realisation hit you. Your body frozen in place as the male closed in.

“I thought you were dead” the male sneered. Your eyes widened but your limbs failed you. You couldn’t move. “Hello, little sister”.

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acotar-thirst · 1 year

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Cupid’s Chokehold (Part 7)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You are a Cupid, a nearly extinct creature of Prythian. When you get caught trying to shoot Elain with your arrow, well, it’s a little hard to explain what you’re trying to do.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,811

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Notes: The finale 😭 Please enjoy 💙

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It’s that revelation that makes him rethink everything.

Had he really been do dumb as to not notice what was happening between the two of you? The cheeky banter between the two of you, you getting on his nerves and him getting on yours. The almost kiss you’d shared when he had been cleaning your wound. The wound he had a hand in giving you. The heightened emotions he felt when it had anything to do with you, Eris’ threats or Rhys’ scolding, he didn’t care about any of that as long as you were okay.

Or had you just made another general assumption about love?

Azriel could admit that your words were convincing, even if he didn’t fully believe in the entirety of what your species was doing. And seeing Eris agree, having a sour experience with your kind, had made the shadowsinger rethink everything you had said, for he would never admit that the Autumn Lordling was right in any way, shape, or form.

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As a Brazilian, I love the way we name things in Portuguese.

A jellyfish? Água viva. Living water.

A hummingbird? Beija-flor. Flower kisser.

Soulmate? Alma gêmea. Twin soul.

To cuddle? Dormir de conchinha. To sleep like little seashells.

Brazilians have truly mastered the art of naming things.

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Soothing Darkness - Azriel X reader fanfic

Chapter 9

Summary: Starfall is here. Y/N decides she needs some space so goes to find her own place to watch...

Warnings: talks of past trauma, swearing and fluff

AN: Eeeek so I love this!! I hope you love it as much as me ❤️⭐

Chapter 1

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“Stop fidgeting” Nesta snarled at you as she completed the finishing touches to your hair. She let the ringlets fall down your back pulling the loose strands away from your face. The dress she was letting you borrow was like nothing you had worn before. It was a dark blue, almost black in some lights and floor length. The material sparkled even in the dimmest of lights. It was long sleeved but backless with a low neckline that showed off the top of your breasts. “Alright, I’m done. Go have a look” Nesta pointed to the full length mirror in the corner of her room.

You stood before the mirror, taking in your own image. The difference you saw from the girl in the mirror a couple of months ago to now was incredible. You had a full toned body, not the weak one you used to have. Your hair had grown longer and your eyes seemed brighter. You sighed deeply.

“You don’t like it?” Nesta snapped. “How can you not, you look beautiful” she spun round with a pair of silver stilettoes in her hand and held them out for you to take.

“No, I love it” you quickly said. “It looks amazing. I just wish Gwyn and Emerie were going to be here tonight” the thought had rattled through your brain all afternoon. You wanted to enjoy Starfall with all your friends. Nesta would be there, but she also had Cassian and her family.

“I feel the same but at least we have each other” Nesta smiled, stopping you mid thought. “I will leave you to put these on” she handed you the stilettoes. “Everyone would have arrived by now, so I better go play host but come find me when you are ready”. You nodded in agreement before she left the room.

You sat on the bed, putting the silver shoes on. They lased around your ancles and up to your calves. It took you a lot longer than you would admit to fiddle around with the laces to get them to sit neatly. You stood in front of the mirror one last time. The dress was beautiful and it hugged your new figure perfectly. You took a deep breath, debating if you could get away with just hiding for the night. Before you could let your thoughts get the better of you, you made your way out of the room and headed to the party.

The room wasn’t as full as the last party, but the atmosphere was still as loud. There were refreshments and small nibbles on tables. Most guests were happily chatting away with quiet music playing in the background. You wondered the outskirts of the room, trying to find Nesta.

“You look like you need a drink” you turned to see Mor with a glass of wine outstretched to you.

“It’s like you read my mind” you laughed and took the wine gratefully. You had only briefly seen Mor since the Winter solstice ball. Sometimes she would arrive just after training and have lunch or be messenger for Rhys to Cassian and Azriel.

“Where are your friends tonight? Gwyn and…. Emerie is it?” Mor feigned not knowing Emerie’s name with a little side glance at you.

“They had other plans unfortunately” you weren’t sure if telling Mor about Emerie’s date was a good idea but you smiled knowingly.

“Ahh” she took a long gulp from her wine. “That’s a shame. Come on, lets go see the others” Mor linked her arm with yours and led you to the balcony. There were more guests on the balcony then inside, ready to see the stars shoot across the midnight blue sky.

“There you are” Nesta was the first of the small group to see you and Mor arrive. Cassian was by her side, along with Rhysand, Fayre, Nyx. “I thought you had gotten lost, or you had made a run for it” she whispered the last bit to you.

“I found her looking like a bit of a lost puppy” Mor squeezed your arm and you gave her a fake scowl which she laughed at. You greeted everyone whilst sipping from your wine, already needing a top up. You were about to excuse yourself when a familiar face stepped out of the shadows and joined the group. Azriel wore his black jacket and trousers with a white shirt. His hazel eyes caught yours and he smiled. His smile nearly made your knees buckle.

“Y/N” Rhys pulled your attention away from the Illyrian. “May I have a quick word?” he gestured to step away from the group and you weren’t about to refuse the high lord. You glanced a look at Azriel, who’s brows were knitted together slightly as you followed Rhysand to a quiet part of the balcony. “How are you?” Rhys voice was soft but laced with concern.

“I’m alright thank you” you nodded barley able to keep contact with his violet eyes. “You?”

“I’m good” he chuckled slightly. “I meant after everything a couple of months ago. I’m sorry I haven’t been around to check on you. I hear you are still living in the house?” he took you by surprise. You knew the high lord of the night court wasn’t what most people knew him to be. But you never thought for one moment that he would want to or feel he had to check on you after what had happened, let alone apologise.

“Oh” words failed you. “I’m better but yes I am staying here…. but it’s only temporary, I didn’t mean to outstay my welcome” You began to nervously ramble. Rhys held up his hand to stop you.

“Whoa, I didn’t mean that” he smiled politely. “Stay as long as you need, you could never outstay your welcome. There is plenty of room. I just wanted to make sure you feel safe”. Safe? You still had sleepless night, woken up by past terrors but you couldn’t be more safe then where you were.

“I do” you nodded. “Thank you”.

“Is the training helping? I hear you’ve progressed”. You glanced back at the two Illyrians on the other side of the balcony. Cassian was laughing at something Mor was saying and Azriel was looking in your direction. He quickly turned his attention elsewhere when he noticed you looking his way.

“Yes, the training has helped a lot. Cassian and Azriel are good teachers” you swallowed. You were unsure where this convocation was heading. The High lord of the night court was asking you about your daily life, you were staying at his house. It all felt very unreal.

“They are my best worriers” Rhys smiled. “I’m sure Azriel has made it clear but I assure you that nothing like that will happen again. You have my word” his violet eyes met yours. There was no hesitation or white lie there. He meant what he said, and you could see the guilt that hid behind his stare.

“I believe you” you said it more for him then for you. His face softened with relief. Just from the short convocation with Rhysand you could tell he really cared for the people of Velaris. He didn’t want anyone to feel unsafe in his city. For that, you could trust him.

“I hope you enjoy tonight. If you ever have any issues please let me know” Rhys patted you lightly on the shoulder. You nodded your thanks to him as the two of you began to make your way back over to the group. You noticed another two people had joined. Amren was now stood with Fayre and Elain was stood next to Azriel. Her blush pink dress matched her soft complexion as her beautiful long hair fell to one side. Your heart dropped as she smiled so longingly at the Illyrian you had grown to care for. He was smiling back as they exchanged pleasant convocation.

Mor handed you another glass of wine as you reached her side. You had to stop yourself from downing the whole thing. You kept your attention on Mor as she spoke to the group, trying to ignore Elain and Azriel. You could see them in your peripheral vision, you could hear her giggling at something he had said. It was like you were being punched in the gut but you put on a front. You didn’t want anyone to see the truth of your feelings towards the spymaster. This silly schoolgirl crush you had on him.

“It’s about to start” Fayre picked Nyx up in her arms and strode to the railing of the balcony. Everyone formed a line along the rails to get a good view at the stars above. You were about to join when you saw Azriel lead Elain over to the balcony her arm snaked through his elbow. They stood next to one another and looked out waiting for the stars to fall. At first there was a small gap between them but Elain began to lean into him, closing the gap.

Fuck it. You gulped back the last of your wine. The last thing you wanted was to have to watch them flirt with each other all night. As everyone’s attention was on the view ahead of them, you took the opportunity and left the balcony. You knew there was another, quieter balcony you could go to that was only two floors up.

You picked the hem of your dress up as you started to climb the stairs. The last two Starfalls you had sat at the window in your apartment watching by yourself. This year would be no different apart from the better view. When you reached the second level, you were the only one there. You breathed a sigh of relief as you stepped out into the night and leaned your forearms against the railing of the quiet balcony. You could hear the faint chatter from two floors below, but this seemed right somehow. More peaceful.

Staring out at the dark sky, you wished your mother were here. Starfall had always been her favourite holiday in Velaris. You would climb to the roof of the bakery and sit out all night with snacks as the stars shot across the sky. This would be your third Starfall without her.

“So, this is where you ran off to” a voice broke through your thoughts. You spun round to see Azriel stood in the doorway to the balcony.

“I didn’t run” you gulped as your heart leaped into your throat. “I just wanted to watch somewhere more quiet” you half lied.

“Mind if I join you on that?” he waited in the doorway.

“Don’t you want to watch with the others?” with Elain, you thought.

“I quite enjoy the quiet too” Azriel’s shadows circled around his neck. “I’ve spent many Starfall’s with them, I’m sure they won’t mind if I spend this one two floors above them” he smirked.

“If you are sure, then go ahead” you smiled. He made his way across the balcony and stood at the railing beside you. He rested one of his arms on the rail with his body turned to face you.

“You look beautiful” his deep voice sent shivers up your spine. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the compliment.

“A bit of a difference from fighting leathers?” your voice came out slightly squeaky. Azriel gave a small laugh as his eyes met yours.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak a star shot across you vision. It lit the black sky up with colour as more stars started flying. It was beautiful, each star seemed to paint the black canvas with bright light. You and Azriel stood closely together staring up and watching as hundreds of bright stars danced together.

The two of you stayed like that. Hearing the downstairs balcony gasp and laugh as Stars fell so closely you could almost touch them. Azriel’s forearm rested right next to yours. His wings slightly held behind your back to allow his closeness. His warmth radiating onto you as you silently watched.

“It’s nice that you do this every year” you said as a star rushed past your head, leaving a bright green trail behind it. “Spending it surrounded by the people you love” you briefly looked down at the group on the balcony below. Your eyes landed on Elain as she stared up to the stars. You breathed in a sigh, thinking about the way they looked at one another. Why wasn’t he with her now?

“How did you used to spend it?” he asked as you turned you attention back to the skies.

“With my mother. She used to absolutely love this” you said as a small tear fell down your cheek.

“My mother did too” his voice was laced with sorrow. You glanced up at him. It was the first time Azriel had spoken about is actual family to you. He stared out at the falling stars, his eyes shining with their bright light. “It was one of the few things I actually knew about her”.

“I’m sorry” you didn’t know what to say. He carried on staring out at the sky above, his face unreadable. He sighed softly.

“There isn’t anything to apologise for” he shook his head. “It was my father and step-mothers fault I barely knew her” you stayed silent. You didn’t want to push him with questions so you waited to see if he wanted to carry on. “I was born a bastard. My step-mother hated me. I was a constant reminder of my father’s adultery, so she locked me away for the first eleven years of my life. Out of sight, out of mind” Azriel’s teeth clenched as he gripped the railing in front of him. “The room was always dark and small. It had no windows, no room to fly.

“I was only able to see my mother for one hour every week. I didn’t learn much about her, but it was the only kindness I was ever shown. I imagine if she had the chance, she would have been a good mother. It wasn’t until I was eleven when my father dumped me at windhaven to train that I actually spent any time out of the room. I was miles behind everyone, I’d never even used my wings. I had to learn how to fly when everyone else had been flying as long as they could walk. If it wasn’t for Rhys and Cassian I wouldn’t have survived. But I never saw my mother again.” he finally looked up to you. Your eyebrows knitted together as you felt the tears sting your eyes.

“Azriel, I-“ you couldn’t find the words. His hazel eyes glanced at the scar on your neck and then to his own scared hands.

“When I was eight years old my two half brothers thought it would be fun to experiment on me. Illyrians have fast healing powers and they wanted to see how fast they truly were” his voice turned cold. Your chest tightened as you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to listen to the horrors he endured. “They covered my hands in oil and set them on fire. My fathers warriors heard me but they were too late to save my hands” he stared at his scared hands, flexing them in front of his face.

His face had returned to the one you saw on the night of the attack. Laced with nothing but pure anger as he stared at his hands. Your heart pounded in your chest. You wanted to do anything, say anything that would bring him comfort but you couldn’t find the words.

“These” he flexed his hands. “I was left with these ugly, ruined hands as a constant reminder” he growled, a mixture of pain and shame plastered on his face. You couldn’t bare to think about what ran through his mind or how he viewed himself whenever he looked at the scars.

“No” your almost shouted voice came as a shock even to you. He turned to face you, still holding his hands in front of him, his face unreadable. Your heart broke for him as his hazel eyes met yours. Without thinking you took his scared hands gently in yours. “There is nothing about you that is ugly Azriel. Not to me.” the words flowed out of you.

His eyes widened slightly as you held his warm hands. You looked up at him, waiting for him to push you away or break the ever growing silence. But he just looked at you, stunned. You swallowed as the stars kept falling behind you, illuminating his beautiful features. He closed the distance between the two of you. His tall frame towering above you, sheltering you from the cold wind.

One of his hands dropped yours in order to caress your cheek, sending warm shivers throughout your body. Your breath hitched in your throat as his eyes flicked from yours to your lips. Time slowed down as Azriel tilted his head down, his throat bobbed slightly. The world seemed to go silent as his lips met yours.

His lips were warm and soft as he kissed you. His hand moved to the back of your neck tilting your head while the other now sat at your waist, pulling your body into his. Your heart began racing as he held onto you, deepening the kiss. His tongue grazed along your bottom lip asking for permission. You granted it, by opening your mouth.

He took full access, moving his tongue against yours in perfect harmony. Using his hand on your waist, he pulled you even closer to him. Your bodies now fully flushed against one another whist your arms wrapped around his neck. He broke this kiss for a split second, allowing you to catch your breath before reattaching his lips to yours. He tasted amazing on your tongue. His hands wondered down your spine to the curve of you ass, leaving a hot trail behind them.

Every fibre of your being was telling you to give him more. To give him everything but he pulled away. He leant his forehead on yours whilst you caught your breath. Both his arms now held you around your waist, keeping you in place against him. His hazel eyes met yours. Sudden dread arose in you.

What if he regretted the kiss? Was it just a heat of the moment thing and Elain was downstairs waiting for him? You would never be able to look at him again.

He smiled brightly before placing one gentler kiss to your lips. The dread faded away as quickly as it came as you returned his smile. Still catching his breath, he said “You have no idea how long I’ve….”

“There you are” Azriel was cut off. The two of you spun round, releasing each other quickly. The heat from him leaving you cold instantly. You were both too caught up in the moment to hear that someone had approached and was now waiting in the doorway with a huge smirk plastered across his face. “Rhys wondered where you were and told me to come find you” Cassian had his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised in a knowing look.

“Of course he did” Azriel almost growled at Cassian.

“After you” Cassian gestured to the door, trying to keep himself from laughing. Azriel turned to you, placing a hand on your lower back in a gesture for you to go first. You moved across the balcony to Cassian who winked at you as you passed him. You gave him a rude gesture which only made him laugh more.

You felt as if you were being escorted through the house as the two Illyrians followed closely behind you. Glancing back, you saw Azriel’s face back to it’s unreadableness and Cassian smirking to himself. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. Azriel had kissed you. You could still taste his lips on yours as you made your way to the main balcony.

The small group were where you had left them, gathered along the balcony as Starfall came to an end. You joined them, standing next to Nesta as Azriel stood at your other side between you and Elain. His warm presence once again at your side.

“Where did you run off too?” Nesta snapped.

“I went to find somewhere quiet to watch Starfall. I’m sorry Nesta” you cringed. Not completely a lie. You tried to steady your racing heart as your cheeks burnt with the thought of what had just happened. Nesta said something else but your attention was occupied with Elain and Azriel’s convocation.

She had asked him where he had been, and he simply said to find you. “You missed it” she sighed sadly. “You’ll have to make up for it next year” she smiled shyly at him. He just nodded in response unaware of you eavesdropping.

The rest of the night was full of drinking and dancing until there was only the small group of you left at the house of wind. You all retired to the living room, huddled together on sofas in front of a warm fire. There was a small space in between Mor and Fayre which you took gladly.

Azriel took as seat on the sofa opposite you. Every so often you would catch his eye and smile, heat flushing your cheeks. Your mind was going crazy as you listened to the group around you. What was going to happen now? Would you wake up tomorrow and he regret the whole thing? What would have happened if Cassian hadn’t had interrupted?

“Did you enjoy Starfall Y/N?” Fayre asked sweetly. Tearing your attention away from your own thoughts, you looked at the beautiful High Lady.

“Yes, very much. Thank you” you could feel Azriel’s eyes on you as you answered. “Was this Nyx’s first?” you deflected.

“Yes” she beamed holding the beautiful baby in her arms. “I think he rather enjoyed it”.

An hour passed before you finally decided to take your leave and go to bed. You said goodnight to everyone that was still awake and left the room. There was a small piece of you that wished a certain someone would follow you but that would have made things a bit too obvious.

As you shut your bedroom door behind you, you allowed yourself to smile. You couldn’t control it anymore. Your fingers featherlight touched your lips where Azriel’s had been just a couple of hours ago. The warmth they had brought as his body pressed against yours. Your mind played the scene over and over in your head.

Although you were playing the kiss over and over again in your head. Azriel had also confined a small part of his past with you. How he was treated. He was right when he told you that he understood how you felt, way back when you told him about your own past. All you wanted him to know was that there was no part of himself to be ashamed of and he had kissed you for it. Tomorrow. What was tomorrow going to bring? You would not only have to face Azriel but Cassian. Cassian had caught you holding one another closely. You just hoped that whatever tomorrow brought, it wasn’t going to be awkward.

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