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utterlyotterlyx · 20 days

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18 with Azriel because mans is taaaaall

Little Thing

Summary - Azriel loves finding any reason to hold you, his height restricted mate, in his arms, and isn't ashamed to admit it.

Warnings - absolutely none really, slight swearing, just Az fluff x 1000

"I've been breaking my back to kiss you."

"I'm not that fucking short."

The weight that occasionally pressed against the tips of his toes had become something he found endearing, because it meant that you were trying with all of your might to kiss him by using his feet as leverage to boost your own height.

Azriel was abnormally tall, his six foot seven to your five foot three was the source of copious amounts of teasing from your shared family, mostly from Cassian who always questioned aloud how Azriel fit inside of you, like it was all he thought about whenever he looked at the two of you.

"Would you like to watch since you're so intrigued about our sex life, Cass?"

"I, uh-," Cassian had stuttered that chill afternoon, the stars had blanketed across the sky, and you were stood in the centre of the lounge in your floor length skirt which only reached Azriel's knees, (he'd tried it on one day much to your delight); you were tapping your foot against the wooden floor, eyebrow arched and waiting for a real answer, "No."

Azriel had to give it to Cassian, and Rhys, and well anyone who questioned how Azriel, the brother with the largest wingspan, managed to fit inside of you. Cassian said often that his cock must rearrange your insides and he was surprised how you could walk around after your nights, mornings, and afternoons together, let alone go to work and live a normal life.

"Thought not. Shame, you could have learnt a thing or two for Nesta," Azriel chortled at your words and sent a wave of pride and adoration down the bond, a shower of affection that you lapped up.

"Ouch, y/n. That stung," Cassian fluttered his fingers over his heart and winced dramatically.

"Bite me," you flipped him off and headed back into the kitchen where the most incredible aromas floated from.

Once a month, you promised to cook a family dinner for them all, having negotiated your family away from the once a week they had begged for. It was as though they believed that you didn't have a life. The most decadent bakery in Velaris had your name plastered on the front of it in pale blue swirls, that was how you had met Azriel, after Feyre had dragged him into the store owned by the tiny fae female who made the best pastries she had ever tasted in her life.

The bond had snapped immediately for him when he saw you in your black apron dusted with flour, pink icing and white buttercream on your cheeks, hair strewn up but spilling over your forehead, boxing up a larger than you three tier cake without breaking a sweat.

The pastries you had made for him once you had decided to accept the bond, and the life that came with it, were almost as good as the passionate love he gave you that night.

Azriel loved everything about you, from the larger than life ferocity and sass you carried in your tiny body, to your equally ferocious loving heart; you were independent, talented, sweet, and kind, a ray of sunshine in his otherwise shadowed reality.

Though, there were two things that Azriel loved more than anything. The first was being able to find any excuse to lift you up in his hands, whether that be to help you reach the top shelf or fuck you against a wall; he wouldn't admit it easily, but he did purposefully hide things out of reach from you so that he had a reason to hold you in his large hands. The second thing he adored was how you would stand on his feet, on your tiptoes, to capture his lips on yours. It was such a sickly sweet part of you, but one that he wouldn't change for anything.

Hearing you strain, Azriel furrowed his brow, imagining you struggling to reach the second shelf of the cupboard in a home where furniture had been made for three huge Illyrians, not a tiny fae baker. Rounding the corner, he smirked at your form, he smirked at the way your skirt was hitched around your thighs as you clambered onto a nearby chair to hop onto the countertop.

Azriel sauntered over to you, laying his large hands on your hips and pressing his lips to the small of your back, grinning against your skin when you shuddered at the contact, "Need any help?" Azriel had moved the stool away from the edge of the counter, placing himself where it used to be.

Turning in his hands, you looked down on him with a wide smile, "No, I got it," you presented the bag of sugar to him and he took it from your fingers, placing it down for you, "Is this what it's like to be you? I can see so much up here."

Azriel chuckled, resting his chin on your stomach and peering up at you through his long lashes that always made you curse his Illyrian genes, "I guess so," he shrugged, locking his arms around your hips, enjoying the moment you had taken to run your fingernails over his scalp which drew a whine from his lips.

Taking his face in your hands, you leaned down and placed your lips to his, a tender embrace, one full of love and the faint taste of your vanilla lip balm that gave your lips the most incredible glossy finish, "How does it feel to kiss someone taller than you?"

Grinning, Azriel prodded, "Amazing actually. I've been breaking my back to kiss you."

You gasped, swatting his shoulder with the towel you had tucked into the back of your skirt, "I'm not that fucking short!"

His laugh boomed throughout the kitchen as you fiddled with the ends of your hair, "Okay, maybe I am just a little bit. Cassian's right, how do we have sex?" Azriel continued to laugh at your mumbling as he lifted you from the counter, placing you back on to the ground which felt so far away from where you were stood moments before.

Your mate bent down to peck your pouting bottom lip, pulling you into his body and stroking his fingers through your hair, "Who are we to question science? It works, that's good enough for me."

"It's definitely good enough for me."

"Oh I know. You told me as much last night - ow!" Azriel hissed as you dug your heel into his foot, frowning, he asked, "What was that for?"

Your cheeks flushed pink and you bashfully whispered, "I don't need Cassian to know what I tell you when we're doing that."

"You said it first."

"And?" There it was, the sass, the popped hip and arched brow, "Now move, I need to finish cooking and you're blocking my view."

Azriel smirked, "Oh my beautiful little thing, but I am the view."

A giggle floated through your lips, his favourite sound apart from when you were moaning his name beneath him, "You're lucky I love you," you fell into his open arms and pressed your lips to his clothed chest, to the exact place where your lips always met when you stood before him.

"I wouldn't change anything about you, you know that right?"

Humming in agreement, your hands wrapped around his back, "I know, Az," you pulled away, craning your neck toward the ceiling to look at him, "I'd change one thing about you though," his face dropped, "That you'd stop purposefully hiding things on the top shelf."

Azriel took a step back, "You know?!"

Scoffing, you turned, focusing back to the slowly simmering melting chocolate on the stove top, "Of course I know. I'm small, not dumb."

Azriel's warmth swarmed you, his huge arms nestled over your chest, and he rested his head atop your own, "All I can do is do it a little less. You know I like man-handling you. It makes me feel strong."

"Big Illyrian baby."

Authors Note

Just a little drabble on a Wednesday evening x

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throneofsapphics · 2 months

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the other side

young!Rhys x Reader

Summary: “I hate you” “No you don’t” and “How do you sleep at night?” “I usually go for a bed” with Rhys

Warnings: drinking, bickering

A/N: for this! (continued here)

Through the sweat, liquor, and various perfumes you still managed to pick up on that distinct sea and citrus smell. That scent only meant one thing. He was back, your good mood was about to take a turn.

The High Lord’s son infuriated you. Usually stayed away from Velaris, you didn’t know where exactly he went - rumor had it somewhere in Illyria, but as long as he was away from you, you were fine with it. You’d suffered through lessons with him when you were younger, and that was plenty. The two of you always had it out for each other, bickering over one thing or another and constantly getting in trouble because of it.

Still, each year when winter solstice came around, you mentally prepared yourself to deal with him. Maybe this time, if you stayed in the shadowed corner of the bar, he’d leave you the hell alone. It was a nice sentiment, but he loved tormenting you too much for that and you should’ve known it.

“Fuck off,” you snarled as he slid into the stool next you.

“Charming as always,” he braced one forearm on the wooden bar, angling his body towards you.

Fingers tightened around the stem of your wine glass, shoulders rolled back, you turned to face him.

“Can I help you?” you gritted your teeth.

“I can’t say hello to an old friend?” His eyes danced, stars twinkling, and you tamped down the urge to throw your drink at him. Rhysand wasn’t worth getting kicked out or causing a scene

“We’re not friends.”

“An old acquaintance,” he modified.

“That’s better,” you replied, eyes rolling, you shifted away from him and downed the rest of your wine.

“Impressive.”

“I’m not trying to impress you,” you hissed.

“That’s obvious,” he made a show of running his eyes over your body.

“Mother above, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t, darling.”

“Don’t -”

“Call me that,” he waved you off, “yes I know.”

“If you know,” you spat, “then why do you still do it?”

“Because it amuses me,” he shrugged, and stood. Your reactions, amuse him. Theoretically, if you wanted him to stop - you’d just ignore him completely, but there was something comfortable about the routine - the bickering each time you’d see him, so you let it happen. From the little spark in his eyes, he felt the same. “Same time next year,” he winked, before turning and melting into the crowd.

“Fuck,” your hit the table a touch too hard, catching a few wary looks. He’d gotten the last word in. This time.

You should’ve asked more questions. Absolutely should’ve asked more. When your friend invited you, you assumed it would just be a few of your mutual friends, people you ran with regularly.

In the future, you’d make sure to ask exactly who would be in attendance, considering your greatest childhood and now a few times a year annoyance was sitting on a chaise, making it his throne. His eyes gleamed as he saw you.

You were tempted to turn around, to walk right out that door and forget about this, but that would mean he’d won and that was utterly unacceptable.

A few drinks later, the two of, to your mutual surprise, spoke to each other somewhat civilly.

“I’ve been wondering,” he drawled. You stared at him, not bothering to egg him on. He frowned when you didn’t bite, but continued, “how do you sleep at night?”

“Excuse me?” You choked.

“With all of that arrogance,” he continued. “Aren’t you up all night? Thinking about yourself? About how pretty you are?” His words were slightly slurred, alcohol, sounding like he was trying to make a joke that wasn’t quite landing as he wished.

“I usually go for a bed,” you deadpanned, “and you look like you need a rest.”

You scanned the room, aware of exactly who was in here, and who might try to take advantage of the heir in this state. There were plenty of takers. Sure, you weren’t his biggest fan, but you couldn’t let that happen. Maybe there was a lingering sense of loyalty after suffering through the same lessons.

“Let’s get you home,” you finally said, and linked your arm through his.

Taking me home, darling? His voice purred in your mind, sending a shiver down your spine. You forgot he could do that.

Getting you away from the vipers, you countered tersely.

Don’t let my father see me like this.

You stopped, sending him a quizzing look, and saw the slight desperation in his eyes. If his father saw him like this … you didn’t try to fill in the blanks. Instead, you were sober enough to winnow him back to your apartment.

The memories faded, and you let out a soft laugh against his chest. “You really love throwing us right back into the past, don’t you?”

“It’s interesting to see me from your side,” Rhys ran his fingers lazily through your hair. “I never realized quite how much I annoyed you.”

#acotar drabble #rhys x y/n #rhys x reader #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x reader #acotar x reader #acotar imagine

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thisblogisaboutabook · 4 months

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Bad Idea, Right?

An Eris x Reader drabble

(Part 2) (Part 3)

Warnings: a bit smutty, language

“Your dad’s going to kill you.”

My head was pounding. This bed was so warm.

Last night was a blur.

Nyx, how many times do I have to request that you not intrude on my thoughts before 9 am.

“It’s almost noon, cousin.”

Shit!

Shit, cover for me! Please.

“I told you this was a bad idea.”

Right. I know. Cover for me anyway?

“One hour. Be here in one hour. You owe me.”

Don’t worry, Nyxie. I’ll cover for you the next time you visit the lovely daughter of Spring.

Slamming my mental shields up, I rolled over to the fiery lover next to me with a groan, “Get me out of this autumnal wasteland.”

“Good morning to you too, little one.” the redhead pressed against my backside grumbled.

I rolled over to smack his shoulder. “Gross, Eris. I’m the same age as Aunt Nesta when you proposed to her.”

Eris smirked. “She never called me daddy like you do.”

I let out a mirthful laugh, hoisting myself on top of him, straddling just below his rippled abdomen, “I’m never fucking you again.”

“You say that every time, dear.” Gripping his hands on my hips, groggy voice a whisper, “Yet somehow you keep falling back into my bed.”

Fuck. He was so hot.

I leaned down, pressing my breasts to his bare chest, face just an inch from his. “I can’t help that my shadows love how you beg.”

A growl escaped the back of his throat as my shadows restrained his wrists above his head. My gaze turned icy as I commanded, “Eyes on me, Eris.”

His only response a shift of his hips.

“Don’t fucking move.” I purred.

Nyx could keep the family off my back for a little longer.

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writingforrhys · 1 year

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as you were

cassian x reader warnings: none! just some arguing and very sassy bat boys LOL. and some nesta and elain slander oh and quite a bit of swearing contents: welcome to a long awaited part 2 of smaller than this! i finally wrote the comfort to the hurt. please enjoy!

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Cassian couldn't find you anywhere.

He was sweaty, and disgusting, and disheveled after a long morning of training with his brothers. Azriel had been on point this particular session, seemingly being able to read Cassian's mind and know his every next move. He'd been put to the floor more times than he could count and all he wanted was to find you, bathe, and throw himself under the covers for some comfort and some really good sex.

The Illyrian had flown down to the Rainbow in search of your favourite bakery for some custard treat that he knew you couldn't get enough of and a bunch of your favourite flowers. And now, he couldn't fucking find you.

There was nothing better to Cassian than that shy look you'd get on your face when he'd turn up with gifts in hand, like you couldn't believe you were the one he was giving them to. The way you'd wring your hands together and rock on your feet, reaching towards him with that big, bright smile and a welcome home kiss, just to rush off to put your flowers in some water or show Rhys exactly what he'd bought you.

Gods, he needed to find you.

He felt like he'd searched the house 3 times over. He'd gone to the library, the kitchens, even Rhys's study and still no sight of you. It had barely hit noon and he knew your routine ridiculously well. You should've been pottering somewhere.

He found himself standing outside of your shared bedroom, concerned that perhaps you'd fallen ill, or caught on to one of Az's headaches, and had retired to your bed for the day. He craned his ears to search for any signs of life from the room; put off by the lack of light funnelling through the gaps of the door.

Cassian was just about ready to haul ass and search for you again elsewhere, when he heard it. It... you... a sniffle?

The door slowly creaked open, warm light from the hall washing over the unmoving mass under the sheets. Cassian moved as gently as he could, (albeit he was not very gentle at all), and found only the top of your head peeking through.

"Are you okay, honey? Not feeling well?"

His kind words and tender tone made you want to cry even more and you had to resist the urge to not look over the sheets and take a look at his beautiful face.

"I'm fine, Cass." And there it was. Mistake, mistake, mistake.

Any other person would've walked away. Any other person would have wished you farewell and hoped you got better. Any other person wouldn't concern themselves over the inflection of your voice. But not Cassian.

No, Cassian heard it all. Saw it all. He heard the shaking of your speech, the uncertainty. Could hear the wetness. And, he could bet that if he pulled back the bed covers, he'd find you tear-stained and choked up and utterly humiliated. And he was always right when it came to you.

And now, as panic blossomed in his chest, he took a seat next to your unmoving form and placed a hand just atop your body. He was careful not to remove the covers; he didn't need you closing off even more.

"You wanna tell me what happened, my love?"

A head shake.

"Did someone do this to you? Has someone made you upset?"

Silence.

"Who."

You removed the covers now, no further down than the top of your chest he noticed, and the sight of you broke his heart. You were all sniffles and puffy faced and hair so unkempt it could make a Naga run back to the woods. You'd obviously been here a while - alone and vulnerable. His heart broke again.

"It's okay, Cassie, really. They didn't mean any harm. I wasn't even supposed to hear it."

"They?" He was furious. Utterly and blindingly furious. Whoever had made you cry was very soon certain to wish they were never born.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed, realising this was a battle not easily won. Cassian was not the type to let things go easily, especially when it came to you, and you weren't foolish enough to hope that he would just leave it alone.

"Nesta and Elain," Your voice was just a whisper, eyes still closed, "They... they were talking about me. Didn't have many nice points."

The Illyrian was the picture of silent rage. His heart a furnace; one doing a terrific job at boiling the blood under his skin.

"What did they say?"

You were hesitant now, as if speaking the words aloud would somehow make them more true. Your eyes peeked open, looking everywhere but Cass, until a large hand took purchase upon your cheek, tilting your face to meet his encouraging stare.

Your voice wobbled as you told him what they'd said - the descriptions that had hurt you the most. More tears streamed down your face at this and a calloused thumb reached to wipe every one away.

Once you had finished, Cassian stood silently, leaning down to plant a kiss to your hairline, and made a beeline for the door.

"Where are you going?" You wiped at your tired eyes.

"I'm off to kill some sisters."

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The door to the living room had slammed open so fast that the walls of the house had shaken. Every head in the room had whipped to a seething Cassian in the doorway.

Rhysand was the first to stand and reach out his hand tentatively, as if taming a beast, "What's wrong, brother?"

Cassian's gaze didn't even land upon the High Lord. His line of sight shot right to the sofa behind him, carrying Feyre and Lady Death herself.

"You."

Nesta wasn't someone who showed much emotion in her face. Her range of expressions only varied between extremely discontent and mildly satisfied. But now, with the General standing in the doorway and a thunderous stare thrust upon her, she didn't know how to hide the amount of emotion bubbling up to her face.

Seeing her sister's agitation, the High Lady also rose to her feet and stepped forward. One of her hands rested upon Cassian's arm, gently rubbing as she lead him into the room.

"You need to tell us what the problem is, or we can't fix it."

"What's the problem, Feyre?" He scoffed, "She's my fucking problem."

The Illyrian's voice was raising with every word he spat. His voice had reached the adjourned kitchens, where Azriel and Elain now tentatively filtered out. Elain monitored the situation carefully, and quickly took a seat next to Nesta, grasping one of her hands in her own.

"Cassian, perhaps you need to calm down. I'm sure Nesta will be more comfortable to talk to you then." Elain's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Oh, go bake some fucking bread, Elain!"

"Cassian," Azriel spoke, "You need to choose your next words carefully."

"Really, brother? I don't think I do," He turned to Azriel, "Would you like to know what your little girlfriend has been saying about Y/N?"

The room was silent. Elain was red.

A beat passed as Azriel and Rhysand made eye contact. Azriel's shoulder's squared and his jaw ticked. Rhys laid a hand on Feyre's elbow, who was quick to leave the room with a soft mutter of I'm going to check on Y/N. The three Illyrian's were now facing the sisters on the couch, a storm brewing in the room.

"What did you say?" The shadowsinger's voice was uncomfortably steady.

"We didn't say anything. Get your guard dogs away from us." Nesta seethed at Cassian.

"You didn't... say anything?" Rhysand spoke slowly - accusatory.

Elain was nothing like her sister. Nesta could lie for days on end and not break a sweat. Often, when they were young, Nesta would spin tales about the other children in the village and see which rumour she could make spread faster. When she was confronted, Nesta had no problem lying to their faces again, or telling them exactly what she thought of them to their face. Whatever she preferred in the moment.

Elain was not like Nesta. Elain would return from school or the market, sit by the hearth on the floor, and spin her tales there. The words she spoke never left their house, not by her own voice anyway. She knew from Nesta's approving hums and nods that the next day, whatever Elain had spun would miraculously make it across the town. And she loved it.

Elain did not like consequences, and she did not like confrontation.

"We didn't say anything." She whispered. She dared not look up.

"That's funny, really," Cassian spoke to his brothers, "Nesta and Elain have decided that Y/N isn't good enough for us. For me."

"Oh, I wasn't aware that was up for them to decide, Cass."

"Neither did I, Rhys."

Azriel's face was still stony, "Would you like to tell the truth now?"

"Oh please, what we said wasn't that bad. The drama in your court is abysmal, Rhysand." The eldest Archeron bristled, "You'd think the royalty of the Night Court would have better things to do than gossip."

"Let me make one thing very clear. If I ever hear you speak ill of another member of my court again, it will be the last thing you ever do in this court." Rhys was not speaking as himself now. This was the High Lord. This was your High Lord. Undoubtedly and unapologetically loyal to you.

"Y/N is the best of us," Azriel spoke lowly, "I wouldn't expect you to understand, but you have misspoken and you've made a grave mistake. You will apologise profusely, and from this point on you will do everything you can to make this right."

Azriel left then, his long legs climbing the stairs and his footsteps following the familiar path straight to your room. Elain's face had fallen completely now, tears threatening to spill over her cheeks.

"We have known Y/N for the best part of 500 years. We have known the both of you for all of 5 minutes," Rhys' eyes bore into the sisters, "She has loved us and we have loved her for longer than you've been alive. You should be surprised that I haven't already dropped you at the border."

Rhys turned then to the door, his back facing the room.

"Do not let me hear of this again."

And with that, he followed Azriel up the stairs.

The Seer glanced between her sister and the General and took her opportunity to breathe a weak apology and immediately flee the room.

Typical, Nesta thought.

"Well, whatever you have to say, I suggest you get it out."

She was right. Cassian had been far too quiet. If he left his emotions unchecked any longer, he could very well do something he would regret. Well, he wouldn't regret it that much. But he'd like to avoid the grovelling he'd have to do to Feyre.

"My life is none of your concern," He began, "Who I take to bed is none of your concern and who I spend my time with is none of your concern."

Nesta rolled her eyes.

"What?" Cassian spat, "Would you rather I profess my undying love for you instead of her? You, who has shown me nothing but hatred and contempt since the moment we met. And Y/N who has spent 5 centuries giving me kindness and a home."

She wasn't looking at him anymore, completely silent as the Illyrian grew quiet again himself.

"She means everything to me. I have never and will never tolerate anyone who attempts to jeopardise what we have. Especially not you."

"What do you even see in her?" Cassian couldn't tell whether it was a jab or a genuine question. He didn't like either.

"All I see is her," A small smile, "All I think about is her. When I leave in the morning, I think about what she might choose to wear that day. And on the way home, I think about where I'll find her. Whether she'll be reading in the library, or teaching Az how to knit for the 50th time, or baking or bathing or singing."

He didn't pause to see Nesta's face shifting to shock.

"And when I do get back, the first face I want to see is Y/N's. To see her smile or hear her laugh. Most of the time I can't believe that I'm the bastard she chose to love. That I'm the one who gets to hold her every night."

Cassian made his move to leave, but just before he reached the doorway, he turned back to look Nesta in the eye.

"Y/N is the most beautiful, loving person I've ever met. I wonder sometimes how flowers don't grow on the grass she treads. You're lucky I haven't left you dead on the floor for the way you've spoken about her."

And as you listened on the stairs, your cheeks red and smile bright, you knew.

You knew that you didn't have to travel the universe to find someone who loves you. You didn't need to have a different body or a different mind to find someone who sees you.

Because Cassian was here, in this house, loving you and seeing you. For everything you are.

He loved you just as you were.

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lalacliffthorne · 7 months

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in case of a nightmare, the right roommates are always to the rescue.

(next part in the modern!roommate!batboys-universe series. this is really just a lil piece of wholesomeness.)

With a jump, I woke, my eyes flying open as I darted up and my heart skipped painfully.

My gaze darted over the dark room as for a second, my dream seemed to merge with reality and a prickling sensation of fear made me shiver. Then I hastily turned on the lamp next to my bed and wiped my hair out of my face as I forced myself to take a deep breath.

God, I hated nightmares.

Even in the light, my room was far too quiet, and trying to ignore the sudden shuddering tingle on my spine stemming from a dream I didn't remember anything of but the panicked feeling, I slipped out from under the sheets.

Picking up the hoodie that was draped over the back of my chair, I tugged it over my head, the material pooling around me as I tapped over to the door, carefully opening it.

The flat was dark and completely quiet. It made my skin crawl, and hastily, I slipped past Rhys' bedroom towards the kitchen, turning on the lights as quickly as I could.

Turning on the kettle, the soft hissing driving away the far too deep silence, I pulled a mug from the cabinet, trying not to make too much noise. My heart was still staggering a little, adrenaline still rushing through my body, and I tried to remember what it was I had been dreaming about, even though that was probably not the best id-

A confused voice mumbling my name made me jump, almost dropping the mug as I whirled around, and Rhys squinted into the light, brows furrowed.

"Fuck." I pressed a hand onto my chest, my heart skipping painfully as I widened my eyes and whisper-shouted: "You scared the shit out of me!"

Rhys cracked a grin, scratching his bare chest as he crunched his nose against the light and started to trudge towards me, his deep voice hoarse with sleep when he mumbled: "Why the fuck are you up and in the kitchen at two in the morning?"

Feeling a little heat form in my cheeks, I turned back towards the cabinets to take out the tea. "Woke up."

Breathing out, Rhys leaned against the counter next to me and reached out to pluck a strand of hair falling into my face. "And?"

The heat in my cheeks deepend, and I puffed out my cheeks and raised my head to glare weakly at him as I grumbled: "I had a nightmare." Pouting a little at the sudden twitch in his lips, I dropped my gaze back towards the tea and added in a grouchy mumble: "Had to - get up."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Rhys' gaze move over my face and the way his lips curved deepen just a little. "Won't be able to sleep again?"

"No,", I grumbled. "I hate having a vivid imagination."

Rhys breathed a chuckle, then he pushed off the counter, gently bumping his biceps into my shoulder. "Can you make one for me too?"

I furrowed my brows and looked up at him, and even tired, Rhys' eyes managed to twinkle mischievously when he raised a brow. "Well, I won't leave you alone after having a nightmare."

I opened my mouth incredulously to protest; because just because I wasn't very likely to get a lot more sleep tonight didn't mean he had to lose sleep, but before any noise could leave me, another deep voice sounded from the door, so slow and low and like a soft brush of cool air, it sent shivers down my spine.

"What the fuck are you two doing up?"

My head flew around, and Azriel scrunched his brows against the light, his usual slight scowl softened a little by the way his honey eyes warmed in the light as he stepped into the kitchen. Something tipped over in my chest, because just like Rhys, he wasn't wearing a t-shirt, and muscles worked under his sunkissed skin as he ran a hand through his tousled dark hair, the tattoos on his shoulders and chest shifting with the movement.

"Nightmare." Rhys' deep voice made me hastily tear away my eyes from Azriel, something tumbling and tripping in my chest as I turned back around and Rhys easily leaned back against the counter, dipping his head towards me like it explained everything. And apparently it did, because when I looked up again, some of the tension seemed to melt out of Azriel's frame, and he straightened a little, the crease between his brows smoothing just a bit as his gaze flickered over my face.

"It's not that bad." I quickly turned my gaze away and grumbled: "Honestly."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Rhys and Azriel exchange a look, like they were communicating silently. They did that often, and like every time, they seemed to come to a silent understanding, because Rhys pushed off the counter and moved past Azriel who stepped forward until he was next to me, opening the cabinet to pull out two more cups. He didn't even have to reach up, which was annoyingly unfair.

"What -" I quickly looked up at him, something tipping over in my chest when I saw the soft curve to Azriel's lips when he threw me a look.

"Save it." His low voice was almost a little amused when he pulled the jar with tea from my hand, and I opened my mouth, because they couldn't really plan on -

"I said save it." There was the trace of a grin vibrating through Azriel´s voice now as he dipped his head a little towards me, shaking it as he put the tea back into the cabinet. A strand of hair curved over his forehead, messy and tousled like the rest, his back muscles shifting under his bare skin as he took the steaming kettle and poured water into the mugs. Staring up at him with my brows drawn together and probably close to a defiant pout, something swerved a little in my chest when Az threw me a look, and one corner of his lips curved upwards softly.

Handing me a mug, he took the other two and gently pushed me towards the hall. The lamps had been switched on in the living room, dipping it into a warm golden light, there were blankets on the two couches that had not been there before, and as I stilled in the door, Rhys came out of my room, my pillow under his arm and my duvet thrown over his shoulder. Sending me an easy smirk, he squeezed past me, Azriel following after him.

Behind me, a door opened with a small creak, and when I quickly looked over my shoulder, Cassian appeared in the doorway to his room, squinting into the light, his hair a birdsnest as he grumbled: "'m I missing something?"

"Nightmare,", it echoed in two deep voices from behind me, and Cassian rubbed his eyes, tapping over with crunched brows and mumbling: "Sorry, sweets." Leaning down, he left a slightly uncoordinated kiss on my cheek that made me crinkle my nose dramatically. Then he trudged past me without even asking or protesting, joining the other two in the living room and plopping onto one of the couches, pulling the blanket away from Rhys.

Staring at the three of them from my place in the door, I felt something warm spread through my chest as my lips slowly curved upwards until I was beaming softly.

Weirdos.

Beginning to walk over towards the couches, I dodged a flying pillow that Rhys had aimed at Cassian, blowing steam away from my tea as I sank onto the cushions of the other couch, putting my mug down to wrap myself up in my blanket. Stuffing a pillow into my back and snuggling up, I raised my head when the couch dipped, and something skipped gently against my ribs when Azriel stretched out his long legs.

When the sun rose over the horizon, my eyes felt heavy. My head was leaning against the backrest of the couch where I was cozily curled up under my heavy blanket. On the other couch, Rhys and Cassian where fast asleep after the latter had dozed off first.

We had talked for hours, none of them ever once complaining, just settling onto the couches, wrapped in their blankets. Even if I had wanted to make them go back to bed, they'd have just blantly refused. Azriel had made tea at least three more times, and Cassian had demanded food at around four, which had led to Rhys pulling some croissants from the freezer. I had dug out the board games I had found the last time we had deep cleaned the apartment, and beaten Cassian in trivia four times, which had made him grumble for about half an hour.

Now, Rhys was stretched out on the cushions, feet on the coffee table, clad in the ridiculous purple, fluffy socks Feyre had gotten me last Christmas because he had pouted about cold feet, his head dipped back as he breathed evenly. On the other end of the couch, Cassian had turned onto his side, legs tucked in, blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. He looked so dangerously close to sliding off the cushions, it made me barely suppress a sleepy giggle.

Something shifting down at my feet made me turn my gaze away from the two on the other couch, and something thrummed steadily against my ribs when my eyes met amber ones.

Azriel sat stretched out in the other corner, arms crossed over his chest and covered in his blanket, the hood of the sweatshirt he'd thrown over pulled over his head. In the soft morning light, I thought I saw the shadow of a few freckles on his nose as one corner of his lips quirked a little. He didn't look like he'd been awake since three am, eyes steady, only maybe a little softer than usual.

He shifted again, and his foot lightly nudged against my shin as he dipped his head to the side a bit.

"Breakfast?"

His quiet, low voice made something hop gently in my chest, and breathing out sleepily and rubbing my sleeve over my eyes, I nodded, trying to suppress a yawn.

A crease appeared in Azriel's cheek. Then he slowly sat up, sliding out from under his blanket as he pushed himself to his feet and stretched. His hoodie rode up a bit over his low sitting pyjama pants, and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling a soft warmth tinge my cheeks.

I shifted, beginning to move, but Azriel made a soft sound, beginning to move quietly towards the door. "Stay here, I´ll call you." Moving past the couch, he huffed in light amusement at his two friends, and I slowly sank back into the cushions, the warmth of my blanket making the protest die on my tongue.

Leaning my temple against the backrest of the couch, I felt my eyes begin to drop, my body sinking into the cushions.

Just five minutes.

Before my eyes slid shut, I thought I saw Azriel look back at the door, the crease in his cheek deepening in a soft, crooked smile.

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azriels-shadowsinger · 7 months

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imagine azriel walking in on reader using truth-teller to cut up veggies and fruit, his beloved and legendary obsidian sword, who had slaughtered countless of enemies, reduced to a cooking knife hacking cucumbers and fruit…😭😭

this is so fucking funny he would not know what to do

Azriel had just dropped all of his stuff on the table when he got home because he desperately needed to go bathe right away

You were in the kitchen cooking soup for the two of you for dinner

And when you were about to cut up the carrots you saw truth teller on the table and thought it would be kinda funny

Azriel comes into the kitchen and doesn’t notice for a minute because he’s too busy picking up his things from the table

But when he can’t find his blade, he looks around and sees truth teller in your hand being used to cut carrots

He just stands there with his mouth hanging open not even knowing what to say

You try to hide your laugh at his reaction while you toss the carrots into the soup pot

Because cmon… the infamous truth teller blade cutting veggies? That’s hilarious.

Azriel disagrees, obviously

He rushes over and grabs the blade, looking at you like you’re crazy

“I’ve used that to... I don’t want to eat the blood of the worst males in Pyrithian in my soup!”

Obviously, you scrubbed the hell out of that thing first because who knows where it has been, but you decide to keep messing with him

“It’s probably fine. It will cook out, right?”

That only makes him speechless again and he tries to fish out the contaminated carrots from the pot with a spoon

You finally decide to take mercy on him and admit it was a joke

Once dinner is ready he refuses to eat the soup

You try to eat a bite, but the mental image of where truth teller has been is too gross, so you both decide to go out for dinner

He never leaves truth teller out on the table anymore

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illyrian-dreamer · 9 months

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Bat boys drabble!

How each of the bat boys would react to being called ‘bro’ 🦇

Did I not promise to write a least a little something while I’m travelling?? 🥰 Thank you @aroseinvelaris for letting me use your super fun prompt! ❤️

18+ smut under the cut. It’s brat taming time 😏 💥

Rhysand

Wouldn’t like it one bit

You have heaps of loving pet names for one another (darling of course, princess, tiny, kitten and mischievous one for you) (handsome, lover boy, baby and mosthandsomeandcunninghighlord for Rhys). Bro is certainly not on the list.

He blinks those dark lashes once, the most surprise he’d ever show

A sinister grin grows on his face

“A beg your pardon, darling?”

He stalks closer, placing his hands on either side of the wall of whatever surface you’re near, trapping you between him, his purple eyes sparkling, almost daring you

“What was that you called me? Bro?” You can hear the distaste in his voice

His scent evenlopes your senses, and you swallow thickly

Tracing the bob in your throat, Rhys quirks a brow at you, faking an expected answer for a victory he already knows is his

He tuts before leaning in that much closer, his lips against your throat. Seconds later, canines gently graze your soft flesh

“I dare you to call me that again,” he murmurs into your neck

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find your voice as Rhys licks where his teeth were resting, your core now throbbing

He’d probably sink his teeth in just a little before taking you against the wall

Cassian

Laughs at first, you were on the same team at games night and he chuckled, returning your high-five when you won

But as the night went on, you used the nickname a few more times, and it begin to eat away at him

Which you noticed in your partner, his laugh turning to a smirk, then a frown, and finally an outright scowl

Still, you delighted in irking him

Cassian was unusually quiet on your way home. As soon as you got through the door, he grabbed your wrist

“What was that all about?”

“What?” You answered innocently

Cassian levelled a look at you. “Why did you keep calling me bro? I’m your mate.”

You heart could have broken at those puppy dog eyes. You should have realised that kind of teasing would have hurt him, Cassian being the big softie he is

“Oh, I’m sorry Cas. It was- I was just irking you.”

Cassian raises his brows. “Oh! Oh.”

A wolffish grin spread across his face, before you were flipped over his shoulder as he stalked towards your bedroom

Throwing you on the bed (and not gently either), Cassian had your wrists pinned and body pressed against you in seconds

“So my mate likes to tease me, huh?”

You giggled as he nipped your neck, giving a very weak attempt to throw him off you

“I am your mate, sweetheart. And only your mate can make you feel like this.”

Cassian thrusts his groin into yours and holds it there, your laughter immediately halting as pleasure shoots up through your core

Cassian delights at the shock on your face, before moving against you a few more times, slowly rutting, fully clothed

“You’ve gone all quiet, sweetheart, and gone all pink,” he teases. “What’s wrong, got nothing else to say?”

You can barely speak beyond moaning his name as Cassian flips and fucks you, the whole damn bed on its final hinges

Azriel

Does nothing in the moment, beyond quirking a brow at you

Bahaha boy oh boy will you be paying for it later though

It’s like he has a clicker in his mind, and each time you use that word, he tallys the amount of spanks you’ll be receiving that night

Azriel sees the word bro as a challenge – it’s mocking, questions his dominance, and is a weak attempt to toy with him

That’s why later that night, you’re bent over his lap, panties pulled to the side as he soothes your red cheeks after a fifth spank, Azriel cooing softly

“Who am I?” His voice is deep, commanding

Your face is as red as your ass. “Daddy.”

“That’s right. And what am I not?”

You gulp, willing yourself not to snort as you say it

Azriel pinches your ass – you’re taking too long

You yelp before manage to get it out. “My bro.”

“Good girl.” Azriel continues to rub a soothing palm over your stinging cheeks before squeezing at the flesh.

He fucks you sensually, only because you took your punishment like a good girl

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fineghkst · 8 months

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Bubbles

bathing with azriel headcanons

warnings: smut at the end (minors don’t interact) - there’s a warning before the nsfw starts

Baths with Azriel are an intimate moment that you share, a way to enjoy each other's company without interruptions.

It became a routine, practically a tradition to bath with the spymaster whenever he comes back from some long mission or from the Court of Nightmares. Of course, you also do it in other circumstances, but in these specific moments is when he most needs to be around you.

Every time he returns from the Court of Nightmares it’s like he has lost himself a little bit. You know the shadowsinger like no one else and although he tries to hide how miserable he feels, he can’t conceal it from you.

When you bath together, you usually sit on his lap and gently scrubs his skin. You wash his soft hair, massaging the area while he keep his eyes closed, giving small kisses on neck and your collarbone

Of course you don’t forget his wings (but let’s talk about it later)

Az does the same for you, patiently washing you hair and thoroughly rubbing the soap on your body.

Even after long minutes being completely clean, you stay together, sometimes talking about your day and others dipped in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

The shadowsinger keeps his arms around you, fondling your skin while he listens carefully to whatever you want to say, appreciating the sound of your voice.

After you’re done, the water is almost cold and Az gives a small peck on your cheeks before getting up and picking the towels.

When you get all dried, Az shakes his hair purposely making the water splash on you.

You cast an angry look at the spymaster, receiving a genuine laugh from him.

Your heart softs a little bit just for seeing that smile on his pretty face

Before you lay down to sleep, Az brushes your hair carefully, saying how much he loves you

NSFW

So… time for the wing talk I’ve mentioned before

You won’t miss the chance to innocently slide the tip of your wet fingers on the shadowsinger’s wings while you’re bathing

Of course it doesn’t go unnoticed

“Don’t you dare” he gives you a warning “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

You play dumb and keep touching with his weak spots, it doesn’t take too long before a moan leave his mouth

“You are an evil, little thing.”

Considering how sensitive Illyrian wings are, teasing him like that almost takes Az beyond his limits

But he holds your wrist together with one hand before it happens, making you stop

“You will regret that”

When you realize, Azriel lays on top of you pressing your body against the tub. He still holding your arms together above your head, while the other hand is down, stimulating your core under the water

When you reach the first orgasm of the night, Azriel picks you up and gets out of the tub, leaving a trail of water to the bedroom

He lays you down again and looks at you with a wicked smile

“Time to end what you started”

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jeannineee · 10 months

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Hey, okay?

I saw that your requests are open and I have something for Azriel

Maybe where the reader wants to take a walk around the court, and Az accompanies her, but it's very cold, and the reader wasn't very prepared for the cold that was, then Az realizes that the reader is cold, and wraps her wing around it (I just need something cute to wrap around Az's wing, and that came to mind...)

Thank you!!!

Stubborn

Azriel x Reader

a/n: reader is stubborn and a dummy and didn’t wear thicker clothing on a diplomatic trip to the Winter Court. Requests open still.

warnings: none

The Winter Court was nothing short of breathtaking.

The environment was beautiful—the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the snow that covered the ground, glistening in the gentle sunlight.

You would’ve taken more time to admire your surroundings, had you not been freezing your ass off.

Feyre had warned you of the chilling temperatures before you departed. As did Rhys, and Azriel. Your stubbornness, however, convinced you that a simple sweater would suffice for your walk around the palace grounds.

You were miserably wrong.

But you refused to go back inside so soon. You could picture it now: Rhys’s smug face, Feyre’s stifled laughter. It would all be in good fun, but your already-tattered ego couldn’t handle it.

You rubbed your hands together, praying the friction would bring you some warmth. It didn’t. You were almost ready to admit defeat and go inside, until Azriel’s voice sounded behind you.

“I brought my coat out for you,” the spymaster said, holding the outerwear in his hands. “It’s tailored for my wings, but it’s better than what you’re wearing.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, defiance obvious in your voice. “I’m fine, Az. It’s not that bad.”

Azriel chuckled, eyes roaming over your shivering form. “It’s okay to be wrong, you know.”

“I’m fully aware. But I’m fine, really.”

He rolled his eyes, a clear display of worry in his words. “You’re shaking, and I can hear your teeth chattering from here. Take the coat. I don’t want you to get sick, or get frostbite,” he said, offering the coat to you again.

You shook your head stubbornly.

“You’d freeze to death if it meant you could be right,” Azriel said as he looked down at you.

“Probably,” you muttered, voice quivering.

Azriel sighed, rubbing his temples. “For fuck’s sake,” he said, laughing.

Without warning, he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his wings around you.

His warmth engulfed you almost immediately, his body heat akin to sitting by the fireplace.

“How are you so warm?” You asked, leaning into his touch, burying your face into his chest.

“One of the few perks of being Illyrian,” Azriel murmured into your hair, running his hands down your back. “Let’s get back inside. You need to get warm. We’ll walk the grounds tomorrow, before we head back to Velaris.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but your words were cut off as Azriel picked you up, carrying you back towards the palace.

“I have the most stubborn mate in the world,” Azriel grumbled.

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Hi!!! Could you possibly do a Rhys x reader where he gets injured whether it be a mission or an ambush in the night court and reader is, rightfully so, very angry and scared so she starts yelling at him to be more careful while he’s getting healed? I can just imagine the healers trying their very hardest not to laugh at Rhys, the most powerful High Lord in Prythian, getting scolded like a child on being more careful lol

Fools Rush In

Rhys x Reader

Warnings: mentions of injury and war

You stormed into the medical tent where you knew your mate was being treated. You had watched on the battlefield as Rhys dove in front of a poisoned arrow that was targeted for another warrior’s horse.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” you shouted as you stalked through the entrance to the tent, drawing wide eyes from Rhys, and amused looks from Cassian and Azriel. You ignored them, focusing on your mate as you stood next to the healer who was working on his wound. Rhys looked pale, and you could tell that he wasn’t curing himself as easily as he expected to. You studied his face, feeling his cold cheeks in your palms as you huffed your frustration. “What were you thinking, Rhys? Who dives into an arrow? You think you’re invincible, but you’re only going to get yourself killed!” Your voice broke on those last words as the tears threatened to fall. Cassian and Azriel quietly excused themselves along with the healer, leaving you and Rhys alone in the tent.

You broke at that point, crying as you leaned into Rhys’s chest. He wrapped his good arm around you, kissing your hair. “I’m here, I’m okay, darling,” he whispered. You sniffled, leaning back to look in his eyes as your lip wobbled. “You’re here now, but what if that arrow was just to the right, Rhys? I can’t lose you. Your court can’t lose you. Your family can’t lose you.” Rhys seemed to register what you were saying, taking a deep breath before he responded. “I was focused on protecting my people, even if it meant keeping a rider atop their horse. You are right though, I shouldn’t be so reckless. I forget that there are larger repercussions for my actions when I’m in the heat of battle. I love you, and I will always be here for you, darling.” You sighed, leaning down to kiss him. Resting your forehead against his, you whispered, “I love you too, you stupid, heroic male.”

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utterlyotterlyx · 14 days

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Worthy

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary - After a hard day, all you need is your mate to tell you that everything is going to be okay.

Warnings - angst, self hatred, self doubt, blood, brief details of childbirth, death, fluff

For my lovely @thisiskaylin - hope this makes you feel better x

Blood.

There was blood everywhere. All over your hands, spatters on your face and neck, it clung to you like a disease.

It was meant to be worth it.

One more push, you would tell them. One more push and you get to see your beautiful baby. Just one more and it'll all be over and you can go home and raise your perfect little baby.

Just one more push.

The child wriggled in your arms, you had bundled the winged babe up in grey blanket, protecting him from the scene in front of him. A non-Illyrian woman lay before you unmoving, tears rolling down her face, fingers outstretched toward you with a vacant look in her eye. And there was blood everywhere.

Amalia had been one of your favourite patients in your career, full of life and wonder, kind and sweet and soft, she was made to be a mother. Every visit had been so positive, you had no reason to believe that she wouldn't make it. Amalia was strong and healthy, she should have made it. You had promised her it would all be alright.

But blood at pooled at her thighs, staining her cream coloured birthing gown, she had gone pale and sweaty and her lips had turned blue. The rapid rise and fall of her chest confirmed it, that she wasn't going to make it, and there was nothing your healing hands could do to stop it.

"Please. Let me see him," she had rasped to you and you sat beside her, lowering her babe to her face and letting her shaky fingers tug down at the neck of the bundle to see his face. "So beautiful."

Tears pricked your eyes, "You did so well, Amalia."

Amalia peered up at you, her icy blue eyes softening at your face, she had always called you an angel, "I did?"

Choking back tears, you ran your fingers through her lifeless blonde waves, a comforting gesture, to let her know she wasn't alone, "So well," you confirmed, "You have to name him."

"A name," her voice was fleeting, drifting away into the wind, carried by the coaxing breeze floating through the slightly ajar window, "Amias. Eternal love."

"Amias," you turned you gaze to the bubbling boy in your arms and smiled, brushing your fingers against his full cheeks, "It's perfect, Amalia. It's-" but you couldn't finish your sentence, not when you turned back to her and saw nothing, no rise and fall of her chest, just vacant tearful eyes and pale sweaty skin.

It was always a danger you had faced, losing a mother to the complications that came with bearing an Illyrian child, a thing you knew all too well from birthing Nyx. It was your specialised field of mastery, the birthing of Illyrian babes, you had saved many that would not have stood a chance without you. You were a miracle to them, even the males at Windhaven had come to treat you with kindness, it wasn't often that they were thought of, and you made them feel cared for.

The room was solemn. The team of midwives that accompanied you to all of the births you attended worked slowly and respectfully, draping the thin cloth of her bed sheet over her face after washing her skin softly with lavender soaped sponges all whilst you rocked and cooed the innocent motherless child into slumber. Handing the small thing over to one of your midwives, you sniffled, you went to wipe your face with your sleeve but froze when you saw the blood trailing up your arms and let out a small sob in response.

There was only one thing, one person, that would be able to fix you.

Windhaven was a place that Azriel hated you going to.

There was no doubt in his mind that you were the most extraordinary thing on the planet, but sometimes he wished that you had chosen a different specialty in your healing career. One that didn't make you feel so small, one that made you happy.

He knew something had gone wrong when he had sent a questioning love down the bond for it only to collide with a rock solid wall of iron clad fury. The bond only went silent when something was wrong. Every patient of yours was a friend, it was hard for people not to adore you, so it hurt you more when they left the world.

Footsteps scuffed up the pavement outside of your shared home and Azriel heard you sigh deeply before the handle turned and you stepped in.

The room was as it always was. Books, some medical and some historical, splayed across the coffee table, a fire dancing at the forefront of the room cascading the space in a golden glow, and two mugs of tea, one of which had long since had gone cold, on the side tables by your assigned spaces on the deep cobalt love seat.

Azriel scanned you for but a second before throwing his body over the edge of the seat and rushing to you. There was blood coating you, from your skirt up to your hair, your eyes were shocked and vacant, your lips were chapped and your cheeks were red and puffy. You had been crying.

Being no stranger to blood, Azriel took your hands in his and lifted them to his chest so that you could feel his heartbeat, so that you could centre yourself and bring your consciousness back to the land of the living. Then your gaze turned to him and your chest dropped, and Azriel knew what had happened, "Amalia?"

Shaking your head, you choked, "She didn't make it," tears pooled in your eyes and your face crumpled, "I promised her that she'd make it. There was no reason why she shouldn't have. I've been doing so well with the prenatal visits and the vitamins and the tonics, and she just," a sob broke through, "She just died."

Azriel ran his hands down the side of your face and continued to listen to your words, "What kind of healer am I if I can't save a woman, my friend, from the risks of childbirth? The risks I have dedicated my career to avoid? I've left a child without a mother, Az," you peered up at him, tears streaking down your face, collecting blood on their descent, "I'm a monster."

Unknowingly, you opened your side of the bond, and Azriel was flooded with your grief and anguish, your self loathing and doubt, and your all-consuming worthlessness, "Look at me, y/n. Look at me," he pulled your focus and smiled softly at you.

Azriel adored everything about you, but more than anything, he adored your kind soul and caring heart. You were the most magnificent thing he had ever come across.

The bond had snapped for him when he had been badly injured and Rhys had stormed into your little apartment above the pharmacy with Azriel strung over his shoulder. Despite your messy hair and askew nightgown, you worked endlessly to bring Azriel back from the brink, he truly believed he had entered heaven that day and that you were the one to guide him to the light.

He didn't realise that heaven could exist on earth until he met you.

It had taken months for you to release the bond between you, you were a busy thing, always researching and working on ways to save people from some of the most unavoidable events of life. One being childbirth. But during one certain sunset, when the sun was low and the sky was painted in pink and gold, did you feel that golden thread snap into place. Since then, you had been inseparable. He was your rock, the only one who could smash your soul into pieces and the only one who could put you back together, and you were his sunshine and rain, the only one who could cause him any real pain, but the only one who could clear his darkness and bring him into the light.

"None of the women you have saved would have stood a chance without you," blood covered your face like dirt, dusting but prominent, and your eyes were brimming with exhaustion, "I know it's hard, and that you feel worthless and like you're failing. But none of the women in this court could have survived without you, you are an angel, you have saved so many mothers and children that our study is bursting with gifts and flowers," you strained a smile, "I know that Amalia was your friend, I'm so sorry that you lost her, I know how much you wanted her to live."

"As much as we want to, we can't save everyone, y/n. All we can do is seek to save the next, to give another person a chance of a full beautiful life just like ours."

The obsession of non-Illyrian mothers had grown since you had accepted the bond with Azriel, you had never directly voiced why, but he knew you were trying to find a way for yourself to survive if the time ever came when you would carry his child. It was heart breaking to see it, to see you lose a patient and feel your own soul hang in the balance. It was heart breaking to know that you saw yourself as Amalia, broken and bloody and alone.

It had always been something you had wanted with him, a child of your own, with little black wings and shadows curling around him just like Az's. But you also wanted to live to see him grow. You weren't an Illyrian, which meant that you too were at risk of facing the same fate as Amalia's.

The fear in your eyes broke him.

"You are so worthy, so talented and determined that you put all of us to shame. You are the light of the Night Court, I'm just lucky that I get to bask in it daily. No wonder everyone is jealous that I get to call you my mate," a soft grin formed on his lips at your whispering giggle and he took your face in his hands, allowing his shadows to curl around your forearms and sooth the raging sadness within you, "I love you, y/n. I'm in awe of you every day. It's not easy to do what you do, to fall in love with the idea of saving people and breaking when the Mother decides to take one away. But it doesn't make you any less worthy or loved. You were put on this earth for a reason, to save people, and you will continue to do that because you are y/n, and you are my mate, and you wouldn't be you if you didn't. You save me everyday and you don't even know it."

The room had grown lighter, and the all-consuming anguish that had flowed down the bond had shifted, "Thank you," your eyes flickered across his face and your shoulders dropped.

Azriel tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and sighed, taking you in his arms and holding you tightly against his chest, "Let's get you in a bath, hm?" he pulled away and looked down on you, tilting his head and drinking in your radiant beauty despite the sadness and stains on your skin, "Then I'm going to brush your hair and hold you and kiss you until you fall asleep, and then tomorrow, you save another life."

Nodding, you exhaled shakily, pulling him back to you as he went to lead you to the bathroom upstairs, no doubt to the already full tub that was big enough for both of you, he gazed at you in question, with a furrowed brow and fingers interlinked with your own, "I love you, you know that, don't you?"

The desperation in his voice made him want to scoop you up in his arms and show you exactly how much he adored you, but you were hurting, and you needed him in a wholly different way, "I know. I love you too. So much. Let's go and soak okay? I'll tell you who Nyx said was his favourite..."

Light beamed in your eyes and you wilfully allowed your body to be pulled by Azriel's grip, "If it's Cassian, I will riot."

The rest of the evening was spent in his arms, his fingers massaging your scalp and shoulders, wrapping around you and his lips pressing into the curve of your shoulder. Azriel brushed your hair, his touch so gentle and his shadows peppering their love for you across your face. And as you drifted into slumber, the symphony of your dreams were set by Azriel's voice, a low and sultry sound, reading to you, his fingers running through your hair and lips pressing into your hair line.

Not once did he take his hands off of you. Not once did he stop muttering how loved you were. And you knew that as long as he was by your side, you were invincible.

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throneofsapphics · 5 months

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Hello how are you Irene??? I hope you’re well you amazing thing!

If you’re a still taking requests, could I please ask for Rhyzriel and a sick or injured reader? Gimme that hurt/comfort trope badddddd 😂😂😂

Love you and your work!! ❤️❤️

horrible timing

Rhyzriel x Reader

Summary: Rhys and Azriel come home, finding you injured.

Warnings: injury, mentions of blood

A/N: thank you so much <3 I’m doing well! I hope you’re having a great day !

It was stupid, really, how you ended up in this situation. Falling up the stairs, mother above. You’d deserve any teasing coming your way. Gritting your teeth, trying to drag yourself up and yelping. Something was broken, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You chanted as many curses as you could, like that might alleviate some of the pain currently shooting up and down your leg. Daring a look down, you saw - nope, and tilted your head back up to the ceiling.

Running the stairs in the House of Wind. Cassian’s idea. Now, you were stuck on step one-thousand something, both Rhys and Azriel out in Illyria, and Cassian upstairs. Maybe he’d come looking for you if you didn’t return.

After a few minutes of careful breathing, you realized you’re the only one who can get yourself out of this situation. Miserable, this was misery in it’s prime. Given the situation, you figured some dramatics are acceptable.

Palms pressing against the stone, you winced as your upper body took on the brunt of your weight, alternating each push with a yell - as if someone might hear.

Maybe twenty stairs, and you were already exhausted - your head swirling, nausea creeping in. You pinched your cheek, now is a horrible time to fall asleep.

Rhys couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but he knew something was wrong. Off. He and Azriel were due back that night, and the only thing getting him through dealing with the Devlon was the knowledge you’d be waiting there for them. Maybe awake with a book, or a cup of tea, waiting for them, cuddled in a blanket.

Rhys, Cassian’s panicked voice came through, faint with the distance.

What? He questioned, panic starting to rise in him. It took minutes for the reply to come back.

She’s hurt. Fuck. Devlon was still pattering about something insignificant.

“There’s something we need to deal with,” he said coolly, hiding his panic, and held an arm out to Azriel. “We’ll be back.”

Azriel followed his lead without question, and he dropped them into the sky just above the house of wind, flying the rest of the way in.

The first thing he scented was blood. Your blood. Then your fear, and a hint of your pain.

Apparently someone heard your yells, or realized something was wrong, because you awoke laid out on a couch, Cassian crouched next to you.

“Don’t look,” he advised. “Mor’s getting Madja. They’re on their way.”

Relief filled you, mostly that they, meaning Azriel and Rhys, were on their way.

“I’m an idiot,” you grumbled.

“We've all been here,” he chuckled, “how did this happen?”

“Will you keep it a secret?”

His mouth tilted up at the corners, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I promise.”

“I fell up the stairs.”

Laughter, and then rapid footsteps. Cassian backed up, clearing the way, and Azriel and Rhys were there in seconds, a blink and they’d crossed the room, even though they couldn’t winnow in here.

Rhys’s hands ran over your face, panicked, and paled when he saw your leg. “I wouldn’t look,” you said a bit weakly.

The pain started coming through again, the tiny relief of adrenaline wearing off. You vaguely heard Mor telling them Madja’s on her way, but pain encompassed every inch of your being. Flaring through your nerves, flooding your senses, vision, screaming at you, taking over every sense, and black greeted you, unconsciousness tugging you back under.

Complex break. A week to heal. Take it easy.

Fragmented phrases came in, your vision blurring in and out. Head tilted, a tonic poured down your throat, your body too weak and limp to try and protest. Gods, it was nasty.

When you came into full consciousness, you were awake in your bed. Clean, changed, and tucked into cozy blankets and pillows. A hum of content left your throat, not unlike a purr.

Clattering against wood. Peeking your eyes open, Azriel had dropped a dagger on the dresser, a sharpening stone still in his other hand. You gave him a weak smile, and he crossed the room in a few powerful strides, sitting next to you on the bed, clutching your hand like a lifeline.

Cold, your hand was cold, even in the absolutely boiling room. His was warm against you, scarred skin brushing the cold away, his thumb running soothing strokes over the back of your hand.

Azriel didn’t say anything, only looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time again, memorizing every inch of you.

“Hello,” you said quietly, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“Hello,” he replied, brushing some of the hair away from your face.

The door quietly opened, Rhys sliding in.

“You could’ve told me she’s awake,” he hissed at Azriel, shoving him off the bed, taking his place next to you. The other male grunted, pinning Rhys with a look that promised vengeance. He didn’t notice, only running his hand up and down your cheek.

“How do you feel?”

You wiggled your fingers, and they felt heavy, like you were trying to push against something. The same thing with your toes, but … there was some kind of hard bandage wrapped around your left shin and calf. Kicking your other foot, you started trying to push down the blankets. Rhys picked up on it, and much more gently tugged them the rest of the way down. Sure enough, thick bandages covered the entire area. But … you couldn’t feel any of the pain, everything was numb.

“Numb,” you’d come across the right word.

“That would be the tonic,” he said dryly.

Azriel was still glaring at him, and you caught his eye, patting the mattress on your other side. They could share. Still silently seething, he settled on your other side, looping his arm around your shoulders.

“How did this happen?”

“Cassian didn’t tell you?”

“He refused,” Rhys answered. “Said you asked him to keep it a secret.”

A small laugh, “I forgot about that.”

“How did this happen?” Azriel repeated himself, not seeming quite happy to do it.

“Your shadows didn’t tell you?” you teased. It was rare you knew something he didn’t.

Put him out of his misery, Rhys said to your mind, he’s been trying to figure it out for days.

Days, you’d been out for days.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“Never, darling.”

A slow exhale, and you leaned into Azriel, his arm tightening around your shoulders.

“I fell up the stairs,” you mumbled, burying your face into his side. Neither replied, but you felt his chest moving - a barely concealed laugh. You pinched his side, but he didn’t react. “I told you not to make fun of me,” you said a bit louder.

“We haven’t said anything,” Rhys moved closer, voice laced with amusement.

“You’re laughing.”

#azriel x y/n x rhys #azriel x reader x rhys #acotar drabble #rhys x reader #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #acotar imagine #rhys x y/n #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x reader #rhys x azriel x reader #rhyzriel x reader #rhyzriel x y/n

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sadiegirl2021 · 3 months

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Nesta and Cassian walk in on Azriel topless and Gwyn kneeling in front of him -

Cassian: Well, well, well...look who needs a chaperone!

Gwyn: *stands up and blushes* Azriel was just showing me something...

Nesta: Well yes, we can see that!

Gwyn:*blush intensifies* No, its a tattoo!

Cassian: Weird place to get a tattoo, brother...

Gwyn: Its on his stomach!

Nesta: *trying not to laugh* Look, we're just going to leave you to it.

Gwyn: No, Nesta wait!

Gwyn: *narrows eyes at Azriel* You knew they were going to come in.

Azriel: *smirks*

Gwyn: You're such an asshole!

Azriel: An asshole you love!

Gwyn: *blushes again* Shhh, they might still be outside.

Azriel: Kiss and make up?

Gwyn: Okay!

#incorrect acotar quotes #acotar drabble #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #post acosf #azriel x gwyn

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thisblogisaboutabook · 1 month

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When the Lightsinger Calls (I Hear a Symphony)

An Azriel Drabble

Azriel daydreams of his mate -Inspired by ‘I Hear a Symphony’ by Cody Fry

I used to hear a simple song.

The warm winds of summer blew through the Illyrian mountains as Azriel sat sprawled on a thick branch fifty feet in the air, one leather covered leg dangling as the other stretched across the branch, his back resting against the trunk of an old Oak tree.

Cassian had been butting heads with Devlon for hours. Same shit, different day as they heatedly negotiated new terms for the training of Illyrian females. Devlon, of course, remained as stubborn as an ass. Even after decades of his bullshit, it never failed to chafe Azriel’s nerves that they were under the regime of the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history yet had to make nice with stuck-in-their-ways pricks like him. Today in particular had left Azriel feeling less than giving.

Cassian booted Azriel out of negotiations in record time, which admittedly, was likely for the best. Azriel’s dominant stance, deadly gaze, and violent whirling shadows were not best suited for these futile attempts of “sweet talking” Devlon out of his deeply rooted misogyny. If Azriel had his way Truth Teller would do all the talking, but diplomacy unfortunately took precedence.

He may have put up more of a fight when storming out of the Camp Lord’s office had Cassian’s weapon of choice today not had a unique way of toeing that line between diplomacy and force in a way that even Truth Teller could not. No blood spillage necessary, though, Azriel thought with a smirk, the weapon could do just that as well.

The warmth of the suns rays shining through the rustling leaves and the scratch of bark lightly grazing the sensitive membranes of his wings - hitting those spots he could never quite reach - had Azriel drifting off into a light dream state.

As he began to doze, shadows hummed around him, the whistling breeze mixing in with their whirring as they sensed for any incoming threats.

Blending in with their simple song, the creek nearby babbled with the sounds of trickling water, crickets chirped beneath rocks below.

His thoughts became more vivid as his conscience drifted deeper into sleep.

His jaw ticked, wings jerking slightly as he dreamed glimpses of deep red coating his marred skin from the countless souls he’d drawn blood from, lifeless bodies scattered across bloody battlefields, dark cells, the bright flare of roaring fire scalding a child’s hands, his shadows melody becoming broken as they attempted to soothe their master.

The melody became lighter as the flame in his dreams became flashes of light, blurred glimpses of a lovely face appearing in and out of his dreams. A soft laugh intertwined itself with his shadows, the solemn hymn becoming lighter, with vibrant bursts of energy leaving his heart fluttering. More images of the ethereal face flickered through his mind, soft blush dusted cheeks, a radiant white smile, supple fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, plush lips on bare skin, all appearing to the beat of the rising staccato. His lips quirked upward in his sleep as his guard dropped lower and lower and the melody continued growing louder, building into the crescendo of the loveliest symphony he’d heard yet, even in Prythian’s most renowned concert halls.

The music filled Azriel’s entire being, leaving him light as shadow, his flaws forging themselves from ugly into something beautiful, something worthy, as the melody carried his soul toward the light.

Just as his body began to slump out of the tree a sing-song voice brighter than day awoke him. “Careful, Shadowsinger. One might think you’re sleeping on the job.”

He looked down to his beautiful mate, the face his dream had called him to. “My little Lightsinger, did you give Devlon hell?”

She beamed. “Worked a little on him. The girls get seven more hours per week and Cass or I can do spot checks whenever we please. I’ll push for more when we meet again in a few months.”

“That’s my girl.” His eyes shone with the pride filling his chest as he launched out of the tree and swept her off her feet.

“Let’s go home.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. Azriel only blushed and did just as his lady said, the two falling into companionable silence as her light and his shadow mingled in harmony the entire flight back to Velaris.

And now I hear a symphony.

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lalacliffthorne · 7 months

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when Azriel has a bad day and the library floor suddenly looks very comfy.

(urgh, the cuteness. these modern!batboy drabbles are really only purely self-indulgent at this point.)

Frowning at the pages of the book in my hand, I looked down at the notes on my laptop that was sitting on the floor next to me.

Well, this didn't sound right.

There was a soft chuckle, and when I raised my head, Rhys sent me a light grin.

"You good?"

I grimaced softly and looked down onto my notes. "Ask me again later."

Snorting lightly under his breath, Rhys turned back towards his laptop.

The library was quiet as usual, the golden autumn sun flooding through the windows above. I had stumbled upon the quiet corner in the archeology section about a year ago. Hidden between shelves, it was a place no one rarely ever came. It's where Rhys had found me about two hours ago, sitting crosslegged on the ground and chewing on a pen as I stared at my laptop, books open next to me. Now, he was leaning against the shelves opposite of me, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he typed away on his laptop, the quiet rapid noises of his fingers hitting the keys the only sounds floating around us beside soft whispers coming from the work places on the other side of the aisles.

Shifting a little as I turned a page, I saw a tall, dark figure turn the corner from the corner of my eye, their footsteps nearly silent on the carpeted floors as they approached. Rhys stretched his shoulders and looked up from his laptop, and I furrowed my brows, slowly placing my finger on a sentence to mark my spot.

I was just about to raise my head when a backpack was dropped to the ground right next to me, followed by a wave of a familiar scent washing over me that smelled of pine and cedar, both comforting and addicting, and my heart missed a beat.

I looked up, and with a soft groan, Azriel plopped onto the ground, stretching out on the carpeted floor and dropping his head onto my thigh before closing his eyes.

My heart skipped and stilled as I stared down at his face.

Suddenly, my breath was hitching a little as I felt the warmth of him seep through the material of my pants, and my lips parted softly as something began to flutter quickly against my ribs.

Azriel's dark hair was tousled like he'd ran his hands through it, his brows crunched together even with his eyes closed, a hard set to his jaw.

Rhys huffed a chuckle, and I blinked, somehow managing to quickly rip my gaze away from Azriel's face.

"What's with you?" Closing his laptop a little, Rhys leaned back against the side of the shelves, considering Azriel with a barely there smirk that made his eyes twinkle strangely.

Az gave a soft grunt, but his scowl smoothed over a little, the hint of a soft crease forming in his cheek.

Gently nudging his head by moving my leg a little, I felt my lips curve into a soft, crooked smile.

"You okay?"

Azriel breathed out, his shoulders pressing against my thigh when he shifted a little to get more comfortable. Then he arched a brow without opening his eyes, and his deep voice caused something in my chest to tip over when he mumbled: "Shit day."

Something shifted a little in my chest, and I felt my lips twitch softly as I squinted down at him.

"You sure the library is the place to change that?"

Azriel cracked open an eye to send me a glare, but there was the softest trace of a twinkle in his amber iris when he mumbled, his low voice slow and quiet: "Maybe it is for me, smart-ass."

"Maybe it's the library, maybe it's something else..." Rhys trailed off, a shit-eating smirk tugging at his lips, and Azriel turned his head to the side to stare at him, this time a lot less gentle. The look in his eyes would have probably sent quite a few people staggering, but Rhys' smirk just widened. He sent Azriel a light wink, then he threw a look at his watch and sighed.

"I'm gonna go, I need to get some stuff for dinner." Closing his laptop, he slid it into his backpack, getting to his feet and dusting off his jeans as he raised his brows. "I'm making pasta, so you two better be on time for dinner."

Azriel grunted lightly, I saluted sarcastically, and Rhys huffed, nudging my foot gently before making his way past us, kicking Azriel's boot a little less soft. Without opening his eyes, Az flipped him off, and Rhys snickered softly, then he raised a hand in goodbye and disappeared around the corner.

"Shithead,", Azriel mumbled under his breath, and I giggled, shifting to lean back a little more comfortably.

For a second, I hesitated, then I looked down at him.

"Sure you okay?"

Azriel breathed out slowly at my soft question, but one corner of his lips curved just gently enough for me to see it.

"Already better."

My eyes flickered over his face for another second, the sharp line of his jaw that seemed to have lost some of its tightness, the scatter of barely there freckles on the bridge of his nose and the small crunch of his brows. Then I blinked and turned back towards my book.

Furrowing my brows at the page, I nearly grumbled under my breath.

There was a soft, amused huff.

"Sure you're okay?"

Azriel's deep voice made my heart skip softly; and my gaze flickered back down towards him, but his eyes were still closed, even though the crease in his cheek had deepend a little.

Grumbling, I turned my eyes back towards my book.

"My notes aren't right. Which doesn't make any sense, because this is literally the only part I'm sure I understood."

A soft sound left Azriel that almost sounded like a snorted chuckle. Then he shifted a little in the spot, relaxing more against the side of my thigh as he mumbled: "Explain it to me, maybe then it'll make sense."

I blinked, something hopping a little in my chest when I looked down at him.

"Are you sure? I mean, it's not exactly your area of expertise."

Azriel huffed. "Ouch."

My heart dipped a little, and I was about to open my mouth hastily when I caught the way his lips curved upwards at the side.

Something skipped high against my ribs, and I quickly smacked his forehead with my book. Azriel crunched his nose and mumbled "Ow.", but the crease didn't leave his cheek.

"Shithead,", I grumbled, and a quiet chuckle left Azriel, so deep and warm, my breath hitched a little.

"I meant if you'd have to explain it, maybe you'll see where you got it twisted." Azriel's lips curved when he cracked open an eye to look up at me, and there was a twinkle in his amber iris, golden spots dancing, making something swerve under my ribs.

Slowly, my lips rose on their own accord until I had to fight a stupidly bright smile as I raised my brows.

"Fine, but if I'll bore you to death, it's on you."

Azriel closed his eyes again with an amused huff, and breathing out, I leaned back against the wall. Something rose under my ribs, and I threw him a look.

"Thanks,", I mumbled softly.

The crease in Azriel's cheek deepend.

"You're welcome." His quiet, amused voice sent a gentle tingle down my spine, and inhaling soundlessly, I turned back towards my book.

An afterthought hit me, and I blinked, raising my head. "Crap, Rhys was supposed to be my ride."

"Good thing then I got another helmet,", Azriel mumbled, and my heart skipped quick.

"Please don't tell me you're running around with double protective gear again -" I felt my lips rise into a wide beaming grin, and Az scowled lightly and reached up, my breath hitching when his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, his scarred skin rough against mine when he gently tugged my hand with the book up from my lap.

"Just start, smart-ass."

Giggling softly under my breath, I turned my eyes towards the pages. Breathing out and feeling something flutter against my ribs, warm and quick, I started talking softly. Azriel's hand slowly slipped from my wrist, and I thought I felt him exhale, the crease between his brows softening slowly as little by little, some of the tension bled from his frame.

Stepping out into the slightly crisp air, I breathed in deeply, holding my face into the low sun.

"Any wishes for your birthday?"

Scrunching my brows, I blinked before looking over my shoulder in confusion, and my heart skipped a little.

Azriel squinted into the low sun, the light causing his eyes to glow like amber as the cool breeze brushed through his tousled hair and the doors to the library closed behind him.

"Why?" I tipped my head back to look up at him.

One corner of his lips curved into a smirk, and Azriel let the armored jacket slide off his arm, his eyes twinkling a little as he draped it over my shoulders. "Cause it's time you get one of these that fits."

My breath hitched, and the curve of Azriel's lips deepend as his eyes dragged over my face. Then he stepped past me, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he began to easily make his way towards the parking lot. The smell of his cologne slowly rose into my nose, and my heart skipped against my ribs.

"Cass says it looks cute!", I called after him, squinting into the sun, and Azriel turned around, walking backwards leisurely as he stared at me. The sun made his eyes glow like gold as slowly, a crease appeared in his cheek. Then he called back, his deep voice vibrating through me: "You don't need the jacket for that."

Something dipped in my chest, swerving and screeching to an abrupt halt, and I felt my lips part.

Azriel's eyes moved over mine, then he huffed softly, his cheek creasing a little more, and he turned back around.

My heart rose in a flutter, and feeling a ridiculously wide smile suddenly threatening to break over my face, I started to follow after him, Azriel's too big jacket heavy on my shoulders as I squinted into the warm, golden sun, feeling something thrum firm and steady against my ribs.

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels @knmendiola @luvmoo @azriels-mate123 @bookishbroadwaybish @maybe-a-winchester @stayinglow-exploringworlds

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