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Hello hello!!! 🤗 just wanted to say I saw someone repost one of your pieces and I have spent the entirety of today devouring your whole page! ✨You have an amazing gift and talent!!✨

I hope you’re doing well and prioritizing your mental health above all (in this economy, god knows we need it😩)

Currently going through my last year of uni studying Psychology (not that it does much help for my actual psyche but I’m still hanging in) and got into ACOTAR recently (also didn’t necessarily help with my psyche seeing the fandom online) - but finding these art pieces definitely changed my perception!

Yours is by far one of the best pages I have found (and I say that while constantly in awe of the beautiful people on here) ❤️

I know your recs are closed at the moment and I would not want to pressure you in any way, but i do have to say that reading “Take Care” has hit very very close to home for me. If you ever find yourself wanting to revisit it for a part 2, I will be first in line (somehow I hope it can heal a part of me while being an amazing read 😭)

You aré absolutely wonderful✨👏🏻

Hiii lovely 😍 hahaha I think I remember seeing your name in my notifs over and over while you were binging 😂😂 I thoroughly enjoyed that ♥️ thank you so so much this is the sweetest message ever ♥️ I’m so glad you like the fics!!

Yes ma’am I’ve been feeling better thankfully! I hope you’ve been doing good as well ♥️

Oooh girl I studied psych in uni as well! Best of luck with the rest of your degree! I liked the ending of the degree more than the start so I hope you find the same ease and liking 🥰

Oh my goodness that’s so sweet 🥺 thank you so much for saying that! I find such a profound amount of talent amongst my fellow writers on here, I honestly reference their work in my learning!! I’m glad you’re enjoying the work as much as I am ♥️

Hahaha thank you for liking Take Care, it’s the very first thing I’ve ever written! Honestly I’m down to revisit it but I almost feel scared to touch it with a part 2 because I don’t want to ruin it if that makes sense, but we’ll see! ♥️♥️

You’re absolutely wonderful thank you for this lovely message ♥️ sending you sm love

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azrielhours · 2 days

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hi ! i’m binge reading all your fics and i am in LOVE with how you write!! especially how you write for my love az 🩷 love your work and i’m so glad i found you!

Thank you so much!! This means so much wow 🥺 I’m glad you’re here! ♥️♥️ sending you so much love

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azrielhours · 2 days

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EEEEKKKKK so happy to see you’re back!!! How are you love?

I haven’t been able to get over how lovely Tight enough was 🫶🏻 but the devil in me would DIE for a part two 😈 just wondered if this was something you’d consider writing? Literally no worries at all if not!

Hiiii lovely 🥰🥰 I’m good how are you darling ♥️ aw thank you so much! Lol I’m gonna be honest I didn’t think anyone would like Tight Enough so I’ve been v pleasantly surprised 😂♥️

I’m down for a part 2! Just trying to think of context where it wouldn’t just be redundant 🤔 I’m open to suggestions! I know a few people asked for Az taking the corset off this time 😈

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azrielhours · 3 days

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Hey rags! I was thinking about the fact that Azriel isn’t unhappy but he is lonely, i would love to read something written by you were Azriel is just extremely happy when he finds his mate and they’re both laying naked on bed and he is just thinking about how lonely he was and he didn’t even notice until now. Maybe he kept having lovers to try and fill that loneliness inside him but it didn’t work, it’s just with his mate he feels loved

Love Letter

wc: 500

Laying with Azriel was one of the best parts of being with him.

Sex aside, passion and loud loving, explicit testimonies—

The quiet peace of being with him was unparalleled. You sighed, snuggling closer, breathing him in deeply. Relishing his naked glory pressing heat into your skin. Pressing safety onto it. In it, as you so often felt strumming down the bond.

He stroked your back. This was routine after lovemaking, and it was just as good as the erotic high.

You open your body to him, your heart, and now the bond.

A sensation of bittersweetness flowing through it had you cracking an eye open.

He continued to stroke your back, gazing absently, still at the ceiling.

The feeling persisted. A tang of ancient ache hummed through your chest cavity.

You frowned. “Az?”

He looked down at you.

“You okay?”

His brows rose slightly. “Yes, my love. Why?”

You bit your lip. The feeling had halted, but whatever had prompted it…

“I—uh, could feel—” This was new, the transmission of soul, and yet—“Um, the bond, baby,” you finished quietly. “Is… everything okay?” Had you done something wrong?

“Oh,” he breathed. He searched your eyes as you waited apprehensively. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I was just, uh—” he broke your gaze, seeking courage beyond the vulnerability in your eyes that threatened his resolve greater than even an open mating bond did his honesty.

A deep breath. “I was just… remembering,” he spoke softly. Swallowing. “How it felt before all this. Before I got to have you.”

Oh. “How did it feel?”

Azriel met your gaze again. “I’d been so lost. Just… existing. Waiting.” Seeking. He didn’t want to think about how he sought it with his whole being—a mate. How he drained himself onto females, old and new lovers, strangers, chasing physical intimacy like empty promises, trying to fill the soul-deep void. Failing over and over. He took another steadying breath. “I’ve always known I craved a mate, but having you now, I guess I—just never truly understood how alone I’d been.” Save for now, with the abundance of you filling him, utterly overflowing. Waking him up.

Your heart broke. He felt that too, resuming stroking your back, pulling you tighter. Reassuring you in the wake of his confession.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered.

He huffed a laugh. “What for?”

You shrugged. “For… I don’t know. Taking this long to find you.”

He laughed again, kissing you. “Finding you in the end is worth all of it.”

Your throat closed with emotion. Another silently conveyed love letter sent to his sternum. He wrapped his other arm around you. You buried your face in his neck, knowing no words would sufficiently convey what your heart was already whispering to his. I love you. I’m here to stay. I would take all the pain away if I could. You’re mine and I am yours. Azriel. Azriel. Azriel.

His heart sang in answer, filling you with such ferocious love it soothed any pain on his behalf. He exhaled, this time in contentment, declaring again, “You’re worth it all, my love.”

#azriel x reader #azriel

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azrielhours · 3 days

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omg can you please add me to your az tag lists 🙏🙏

Yes of course love ♥️ I love adding people 👹 if anyone else would like to be added feel free to reply/message/wtvr lol

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azrielhours · 3 days

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Fave fan fiction atm? ✍️

Omg thank you for asking!!

I’ve been utterly obsessed with Play-mate by @tadpolesonalgae, it is a dark fic (series) but ohhhh my goodness 😮‍💨😍

Obsessed w her writing, the casual artistry in her prose is literally stunning. If you like poly fics, hers are addictive. Also love her Eris piece Thumbprints and On the Strategy Board for Cassian.

Mamma Mia and Here I Go Again by @assriels. The backstory paced beautifully in Cassian’s inner monologue in part 1 and the heartbreaking conclusion in part 2. Ugh just beautiful angst ♥️ tore my heart to shreds

Warm me Up by @themusingsofacurlyhairednerd. So sweet, portrays the loving and mischievous side of Rhys. The domesticity and playfulness of a relationship w him ♥️ (it’s smut tho lol)

Teach me by @solbaby7 is so cute and witty 😩♥️ a fic for girl’s girls 👹 such a sweet and heartwarming fluffy piece

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azrielhours · 3 days

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look who's back ahhhh

Hahaha yessir 👹😈 gonna have another fic up soon!!

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azrielhours · 18 days

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RETURN OF THE QUEEEEN

Hahahaha THANK YOU ♥️♥️😂 ily guys

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azrielhours · 18 days

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my favorite notification!! i was so happy when i saw it was you and with a cute little one shot!! just yesterday i was recommending "take care" and today you pulled a fic!! i call this destiny 🩷🎇

i'll never tire of you writing fluff, it's just so heart warming, with so much thoughtfullness and care that leaves my screen and go straight to my silly little heart 🥹

btw how you're doing?? hope everything is okay!!

Omg stop 🥺 thank you so so much ♥️ you’re so sweet I adore you. (My marketing executive hard at work)

I never tire of your support and love!! I was excited to hear from you when I posted 👹 I’m doing better love thank you ♥️ miss you guys sm. Promise I’ll be posting more these days

#the feyretopia report 🫡

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azrielhours · 19 days

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Tight Enough

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Synopsis: Reader needs help tightening her corset and no one's around to help but Azriel.

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“Shit,” you breathed, pulling at the laces awkwardly around your waist, trying and failing to tighten your corset. You shifted them around your shoulders, hoping it’d provide sufficient pulleying. You bowed forward, yanking.

Still not enough.

You huffed. You’d been at this for upwards of twenty minutes, hauling and tugging in all kinds of positions til your hands shook.

For all the gentlemanliness and compassion in Rhys and Cassian, you entirely refused to ask mated men to assist you.

Tying the laces onto the doorknob, you tried letting your body fall in the opposite direction. Your feet slid against the tile as you pivoted, nearly tripping. “Shit.”

This was so fucked.

A gentle knock on the door startled you. “Y/N?”

Azriel.

Fuck.

You scrambled to untie the laces from the doorknob. “Yes?”

“Cass and Rhys stepped out for a bit. Are you alright?”

Fuck.

You scrubbed at your face. This was the outcome you’d been avoiding above all. Worse than the mated men. Mated my ass. You should’ve bit your tongue and asked Cass for help.

“Y/N?” he asked again at your silence.

“Sorry,” you breathed, heart racing.

You cracked open the bathroom door, peering up at him. He searched your eyes patiently as you searched for your courage. “I can’t get my corset on,” you admitted quietly.

A muscle ticked in his jaw, eyes marginally widening.

You shook your head. “It’s fine,” you said quickly, voice tight. “I’ll just—I’ll try—”

“I can help,” he offered softly.

You looked up at him again, eyes pleading. Turn him down. “I—” you swallowed. Turn him down. A glance at the wall behind him with a clock revealed you were even later than you thought. Turn him down. You bit your lip and steeled your spine. Fuck. You were really doing this. “Okay,” you whispered, like you could hide the admission from even yourself.

He gave a slight nod of encouragement, stepping aside to let you come out.

“I—let me—one second,” you stammered, closing the door.

You were still undressed.

Right.

Another huff of indignation as you yanked on a slip to cover your bare legs. This was fine, right? It was just help he was offering. Necessary help.

You took a steadying breath and walked out of the bathroom.

Azriel had moved to stand near the fireplace, watching it with his back to you, like it would offer you privacy. He could surely see your panicked mortification.

You padded to him, placing a hand softly on his elbow to let him know you were ready.

He turned, face carefully neutral as he took in the sight of you.

Where corsets were typically worn over shifts, this one was fashioned to sit directly upon your skin. So you stood before Azriel, flushed cheeks and fidgeting fingers in just your corset and a skirt.

Azriel focused his gaze strictly on your face, didn’t dare let it fall to where the flesh of your breasts generously spilled over the delicate lace trim adorning the hem. Didn’t allow a glance at the thin shift mercifully—barely—covering your legs.

He’d never seen you so undressed.

You shifted your weight between feet beneath his hefty gaze. “Usually, Nuala or Ceridwen or Mor help me,” your voice was still tight. “I’ve never had to do it by myself.”

Azriel nodded. Your skin had a slight sheen to it in the light of the fire. A few pieces of hair had fallen out of your intricate upswept style, curling at the nape of your neck. Azriel might have bitten back a laugh at the endearing sight, at the physical evidence of your struggle—had you not struck him dumb with how beautiful you looked.

How you allowed him to bear witness to your exposed skin, to this intimacy.

He was no stranger to corsets—hell, he’d taken women wearing lingerie that made your attire look like a priestess’s robe, and yet—

He shook his head. This was just help. No matter how lovely you were.

He cleared his throat. He needed you to turn. “Would you—” He twisted a finger in the air, unsure how to ask.

“Oh,” you breathed, still donning that pretty blush on your cheeks. You took another step toward him, turning at last.

With the absence of your imploring gaze—one he’d scarcely forget—Azriel exhaled, allowed himself an assessing glimpse down your form presented before him. He bit back a curse. The laces across the length of the corset were haphazardly pulled. He wondered how Rhys overlooked something like this that clearly required assistance. The spaces between the undone laces revealed your bare back, curving all the way down to the slip resting on your backside.

He didn’t know how to begin touching you.

“Az?” you asked, voice still thin, your nervousness anything but subtle. But you’d been comfortable enough to ask him for help, and that made his heart soar.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat again. Raised his hands hesitantly; a silent deep breath, and he began.

He carefully pulled at the laces starting from the top of your corset, loosening them to correctly adjust their security. Azriel keenly tried his best to pick up each lace without touching your skin. Tried not to consider how creamy it felt when he did graze skin, how warm and perfect. When he’d finished working his way down, he began tugging at the string to tighten it properly.

At the first firm tug, you gasped, stumbling backwards into him. “Oh,” you stepped away hastily. You’d landed directly onto his abdomen, trapping his hands between your bodies. Your own hands had landed on his thighs, bracing yourself. “I’m sorry, Azriel.”

“It’s alright.” Azriel tried not to think about how your softness felt. “It’s my fault.” He couldn’t recall the last time he’d helped a female with her corset.

You looked at him over your shoulder, doing funny things to his heart again with your eyes. “We need a bedpost.” There was sheepish mirth lighting your eyes, displacing the anxiety from before. He managed a reassuring smile back and nodded.

You walked to Cassian’s bed in the inn room you were sharing, gripping the post for stability. Azriel dutifully returned to your back, and you tried not to think about how the warmth from his body radiated so easily into yours from your proximity. How careful he was being with his hands, doing everything to make you more comfortable.

He yanked gently in warning. When you remained sturdily in your spot, his pulling grew stronger, working his way down. When he neared the base of your spine, he began tying the lace. Your hands moved to your waist, feeling snug but not quite as tight-laced as you’d wanted.

You turned to peer at him over your shoulder again. He met your eye in question. “Um, I was hoping to wear it a little tighter,” you admitted.

“Tighter than this?” His brows rose.

You nodded.

He undid the knot, pulling the laces tighter as per your request, waiting for approval.

Once again, you caressed your waist, pushing the corset to feel its give.

“Is it tight enough?” he asked, voice gravely.

“Can I have one more inch?” you asked, and he internally composed himself.

“I don’t know if it would work,” he said.

“Here,” you released your waist, reaching behind, wiggling your fingers for his hands. Azriel extended his hands to hover on either side of your waist, allowing you to guide them on your waist. You pushed onto his hands, making him squeeze your waist. “Can you hold it there?” you asked.

Azriel swallowed, holding your waist tightly, pressing the corset tighter to your body as you reached behind, pulling the untied lace. He tracked your every move, every careful twist of your fingers, how your arms brushed against his hands. Your hands worked dangerously close to his body as you worked to secure the ties at last.

When you finished, he regretfully released you, allowing you to turn, standing between him and the bedpost. He braced himself for the onslaught of your stare, the way he knew you’d look up at him.

Where there’d previously been jittery nervousness, there was something in your eyes now that set his nervousness off. A sense of open depth that swallowed him whole as you took him in. “Thank you,” you breathed. A small smile tugged your lips up.

He wanted to admit something stupidly vulnerable, like thank you for trusting me. So instead, he took a step back, ducked his head, and said, “You’re welcome.”

That pretty, trustful look returned to your eyes, a look he’d do anything to keep others from seeing. “Maybe you can help me zip up my dress too?” Your playful glint had him smiling back.

“Of course.”

You hurried to the bathroom and rustled for a bit before returning to him with the top half of a floor-length, black evening gown hanging off your torso. You stood before him, more confidently than before, and Azriel took his time zipping it up, tucking away the corset. Tucking away the knowledge, the memory of it. It was all his to cherish.

As you put your heels on, a knock sounded on the door. Azriel opened it to find Rhys and Cassian conveniently ready to go, all smug smirks.

“Sorry for making us late,” you said, rushing up behind Azriel. “I had a hard time getting dressed.” Azriel stepped aside, allowing you to exit, taking Cassian’s arm.

Rhys mockingly tsked. “Sorry to hear that. How’d you manage?”

“Azriel helped,” you said over your shoulder.

“Well, thank goodness for Azriel,” Rhys winked at him.

Azriel stood stunned, staring in disbelief at Rhys until you looked back at him blushing, a shy smile knocking the breath from his lungs.

“Yes. Thank goodness for Azriel.”

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