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tadpolesonalgae · 7 months

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A/N: okay, I feel really bad about this but I’m quite exhausted, so these are just four short blurb-type things! Again, I’m so sorry they aren’t longer!

Below, you will find:

Training + Azriel Predator Play + Tamlin Sleepy mornings + Rhys Drunk Night In + Mor

Training session w/ Azriel

In The Shadows by The Rasmus

Steel meets steel. Sparks fly.

Sweat drips down your brow as his blade scrapes over your own, bones screaming with the effort of holding him off.

Azriel says nothing, just as invested as you as he flips his Illyrian fighting blade deftly, a move designed to intimidate—works pretty well. His eyes are sharp and focused, honed just like his blade.

Tendrils of misty air puff from your lips, curling in the crisp morning air, summer yielding to autumn, frost nipping at your sweat slicked skin.

You barely have the time to tense before he’s going on the attack again, surging forward and knocking at your weak side. He uses his size and weight to his advantage, crashing into you, and you stumble. He senses it, knows he’s caught you in a moment of weakness, and pounces.

Your feet fumble beneath you, legs numb and thighs trembling as he manages to tip you backward. Bone meets rock and you’re winded, air whooshing from your lungs with such force you forget how to breathe.

He flips the blade in his hands, before the pommel is slamming down. You have enough room to roll to the side before it meets the stone, the clang reverberating up his arm—he doesn’t even wince.

“Woah! Okay! Time out!” You gasp, barely dodging away before he has you pinned to the ground. He’s so close you can pick out the green in his hazel eyes, the early morning lighting them with glorious colour. His gaze rakes over your features, devouring each dip and line with starving hunger. As if seeing you for the first time.

“You were distracted.” It’s not a question but you know he’s curious. You shake your head, still panting, secretly revelling in his warmth against the chill morning. “Didn’t sleep too well,” you answer honestly. Well, omitting a little part of the nature of your dream, but that’s neither here nor there.

His eyes narrow on you and you’re worried he’ll see through your omission, but instead he stands, extending his hand as he pulls you up. “One more. Then we rest.”

You groan—it’s going to be one of those day. But, well, you can’t say no to him with your heart beating the way it is. Not with the challenge gleaming in his eyes.

Tamlin + predator play

Ring the alarm by Anna Blue

Your heart pounds in your chest, blood coating your skin, slicking your clothes from the hunt. Breaths rip from your raw throat, panting even as it stings to do so.

The moon is a silver slice through the inky sky, but there’s no time to admire its beauty, you can feel how close he is on your trail.

A twig snaps and you can hear his paws thud on the ground, roots and vines trembling and pulsing as their Lord races for you.

Your brow narrows but there’s no time to consider how he’s found you. One leg in front of the other, arms propelling you forward as you jump to the peak of a rock, leaping into the air. Arms stretch out to catch on a branch but he slams into you, knocking you in mid air, pinning you to the ground

You writhe and struggle but he keeps you locked beneath him. His golden fur gleams like gilded fabric beneath the silver moon, ethereal despite this beastly form.

Vines shackle your waist, tangling around your arms as he takes you prisoner, pulling back, shifting into a more recognisable form.

Lips pull back from gleaming white teeth as he gives you a feral smile—the ones that come out when he’s had a satisfying hunt. All it takes is that grin, and you know the night’s long from over. Glad for it not to be.

His power courses through you and you feel fur coating your skin, fangs protruding from your upper lip, claws curling into the ground as he transforms you. You meet his adrenaline dilated gaze, hunger blazing in their vivid green depths.

How could you refuse a look like that?

With a grin of your own, and a taunting snarl, you’re bounding away, skittering deep into the forest.

He gives you a head start before his roar shakes the leaves of the trees—he’s coming to find you.

Sleepy morning w/ Rhys

I love you 3000 by Jackson Wang

The sunlight warms your skin, softened by sleep.

His scent is all around you, and you’re smiling before you open your eyes. Stunning violet fills your world and you melt further under the sheets.

“Morning,” you mumble, nose scrunching as you give him a grin. He smiles, pressing his forehead to your own. “Morning,” he replies, voice deep and rough with disuse. His arms sliding around and beneath your waist, keeping you pressed against his front.

The two of you are utterly bare, skin on skin, and you’d have it no other way. It’s the best way to awaken, being able to feel him so entirely, knowing he’s so completely yours.

Your arms move over his shoulders as you roll him onto his back, stomach pressing to his. You shuffle further up his body, breasts softly pushing into his chest as you put a kiss to his lips.

Fingers tangle in his blue-black hair, mussed from sleep, and his tongue strokes over your own, hands bracing your waist as he sighs contently, entirely happy to indulge in you all morning.

You pull away, wanting to look at him.

Violet eyes sparkle with adoration, and your heart does something silly in your chest. It’s ridiculous, how he still has this effect on you, as if this is the first time you’re laying eyes upon him.

You hope the feeling never goes away.

Drunk night in w/ Mor

Golden by Harry styles

Laugher floods the room, and you know at once neither of you are fit to head out.

Mor’s golden hair is tied back from her lovely face, small baby hairs curling at the edges where they’ve slipped the constraint. “Hold still!” She laughs, but you duck away from her. “I am not letting you anywhere near my eyes,” you giggle, scrambling back on the sofa as she approaches with the stick of kohl. “You’ll poke my eye out!”

She laughs, and covers one of her eyes with her hand, “you’d make a good pirate. We could rule the seas together.” Tears flood your vision as she uses the tiny stick of pigment as a miniature cutlass, making neat, precise swipes through the air with the grace of a drunken warrior.

She’s so beautiful it hurt you to watch, how her smile is so full of bubbly, effervescent joy. How she continues to smile despite the world.

Should that smile ever be taken from her again…

You shake your head, banishing the thought with drunken luxury. You stumble to your feet, prying the stick from her slim fingers. You set it down on the table, take her cheeks in your hands, and plant a firm kiss to her mouth. She stiffens with surprise, then she’s melting and her hands are all over you.

Then you’re both tripping and stumbling until you fall onto the sofa, plans to go out long forgotten as you mould into one another, indulging in the soft warmth that comes from utter contentment.

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princess-tulip-writes · 2 years

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Okay, but now Az + Period sex😍?

“fuck, you're so messy, baby." he chuckled to himself, the sight of his cock drenched in blood— yours—making everything feel so good.

he's never felt anything like this before, something so dark and sadistic, yet so fucking sexy and sweet. he was doing this for you, helping you with your cramps and making your period leave faster by giving you a few orgasms for the night.

the sound of your whines of pain, and the sight of you bent over on the couch from the pain in your stomach, broke his heart. but before he panicked, he remembered a conversation he once had with his brother.

'fucking on their bleeds help. makes it go by faster and helps with pain. plus, it's hotter than normal because they're just so sensitive.'

he would do anything to help his love.

what he didn't expect, was for you to agree so quick. but, he wasn't complaining.

"i'm sorry, daddy." you whined, the oversensitive feeling of his cock dragging along your sore walls making everything feel so much better than usual.

sex with azriel was amazing within itself, everything felt so good, and his words were what always got you. he was sweet but rough, and fuck was he kinky.

but this time, the sensitvity of your cunt just felt so much more overwhelming— but in a good way.

your fingers dug into his broad shoulders harshly, gripping him as closely as you could manage.

"it's okay, baby. daddy doesn't mind, he loves his messy little puppy." he groaned, his voice rough but an octave softer. "besides, the scent of your pretty blood is getting me so fucking horny right now, i can bearly control myself for my sensitive baby."

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 1 year

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Hi! I’m kinda having a shitty mental health week and feeling a bit fragile (did I just cry over toast? Yes.) so I thought I’d write a little Az blurb thing about him comforting Reader during a bad spell 💛

Az would know you were having a bad time just from the slightest pinch in your brow. You’d be trying to rouse some enthusiasm for the family games night you’ve dragged yourself to, but all you really want to do is leave. Az senses this pretty quickly.

You get up to fetch yourself another drink, and he follows. His fingers gently knead the back of your neck, the tension gathered there, and he says in a quiet voice just for you: “We can leave, you know.”

You do know. But you don’t want your mate to miss out on quality time with the rest of the Inner Circle just because you’re feeling out of sorts. You fasten on a smile and insist, “I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay.” His hand moves from your neck, down your back in a comforting sweep. Just because he always needs to be touching you in some way. “Let’s go home, my love.” He kisses your head. “We can hide from the world together.”

And, well, that’s certainly an offer you’re not going to refuse. A busy life means that you and Az rarely have the time to shut yourselves away and just…be. The prospect of it almost brings you to tears. You hadn’t realised quite how much you needed it.

Az, bless his heart, concocts an excuse for the two of you to leave early, and when the rest of the IC tease you both for sneaking away to fuck, he rolls his eyes and doesn’t give away, for one second, that you’re not okay. The two of you offer your goodbyes, and then he’s scooping you up in his arms and flying you back to your house.

In the hallway, he places you down and then turns you to face him, unfastening the buttons of your coat. You smile fondly and tell him, “I can take my own coat off, Az.” But he merely replies “I know.” and continues to help you. In moments, he’s hanging your coat up and slipping off your boots, and then he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“Go get comfy on the sofa.” He tells you. “I’ll be through in a minute”

You would bed down on your sofa, swathing yourself in blankets that comfortingly smell just like your mate. The fire is roaring in the corner, and you tip your head back and close your eyes and just…breathe, listening to the sounds of Azriel moving around in the kitchen.

You know, as you sit there, that ending the night early was the right thing to do. You can’t be around people when your mind tries to fight you like this. And Az knows that. Knows he’s the only one that can help.

It’s a little while later that you hear him approaching, and your eyes flutter open. His steady hands are carrying a tray packed full of all sorts of different foods, and you sit up, smiling softly and asking, “what’s this?”

“I raided the sweet treat cupboard.” Az announces rather proudly, placing the tray down on the coffee table. “All your favourites. Take whatever you want.”

The sweet treat cupboard is an object of fond, playful ridicule to the rest of the Inner Circle. A single cupboard in your kitchen that you and Az keep constantly stocked full with your favourite sweets and biscuits and chocolates — always there for whenever you may need them, or simply want them.

And amongst all the delicious food, Az has brewed a steaming pot of your favourite tea, too. He pours out two cups, and then he’s sitting beside you, shifting your legs onto his lap. He grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the backs of your fingers.

“I love you.” He tells you earnestly, his eyes like warm honey as they stare into yours. “Whatever it is you’re feeling…or dealing with…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You swallow down the lump of emotion that rises in your throat, studying your beautiful mate. You still pinch yourself regularly, not quite able to believe you’re lucky enough to have him. But you do have him, and he makes sure you never, ever doubt it. Takes care of you like nobody ever has before.

“I love you, too.” You smile softly. “Thank you, Az…for always being by my side.”

He leans in, kisses you quick. “You never have to thank me for doing what I love to do. Ever.”

You can’t help it, though. You’re so, so lucky. And as Azriel leans forward, not looking much at all like the intimidating spymaster as he opens the packets to little cakes and sweets, your heart lurches in your chest with pure, unadulterated love.

The two of you spend the rest of that night drinking tea and gorging on sweets, and Azriel has you smiling and laughing as though you don’t have a care in the world, his arms a steadying presence around you. His voice a soothing song. You talk and talk into the late hours, your anxiety fading away.

Returning home early was definitely the right thing to do.

And you and Az would definitely have to restock the sweet treat cupboard.

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azsazz · 1 year

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This is so random BUT I like imagine (bc I think it would be cute) mermaid Azriel showing you one of his favorite things to watch which is…. A group of moon jellyfish migrating (do they migrate?) I just love moon jellyfish and they remind me of the night court (for obvious reasons) but that is all. I just feel like I need to share with someone :)

A frantic calling of your name rouses you from your deep slumber.

It had been a nice dream as well, one where you had your own tail, sat up on a rock underneath to bright moon as you admired your mate lapping lazily through the ocean. The white light reflected off his blue scales and he’d almost looked luminescent like that. It had taken your breath away, but now, as you sit up, fingers clutching at the pearl necklace Azriel had made you two spings ago, your heart races with fear.

Your gaze swings over to your balcony. You’d had the railing removed when you’d purchased the property, so that there wasn’t a cage separating you from your mate, the short strip of flooring jutting out over the dark ocean.

Azriel’s already there, pressed up onto his arms as he calls your name. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead and his gleaming tail splashes waves into the water in frustration, annoyed that he can’t just walk over to your bed and wake you up.

But the look is quickly replaced by a sheepish one when you exhale a breath of relief, realizing that it’s your mate and you haven’t been ripped from your slumber for another reason.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping, Az?” You ask groggily, slipping from the bed. You tug your robe on, pulling the ties tight. The days may be warm in the Night Court now that summer has arrived, but the gentle breeze sweeping into your room from the ocean brings a slight chill. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

Azriel smiles easily at you, floating on his back. He looks every bit awake and satisfied, excited to meet with the witch that following afternoon.

“The moon is awake, so I’m awake.”

You shake your head fondly at him, unable to resist the urge to reach out over the balcony. He reacts immediately, flopping around with the ease of a dolphin so he can press his cheek up into your palm, golden eyes sparkling.

“Well, I, for one, like the moon to hold me when I sleep, so why have you called me up?”

Azriel’s grin only grows as excitement floods through his body as you’d distracted him from the reason he woke you up with your beauty. He grabs onto your wrist and you’re afraid that he might tug you over into the water with his delight, but he’s nothing if not agile, and he’d catch you if you fell.

“There’s a bloom of moon jellyfish migrating by! You must see them, love!”

Your heart melts in your chest at your sweet mate.

His knowledge of the ocean creatures always has you in awe, ready to tell you all about the different ocean animals at any point in time, knowing nearly everything about them. You love that he is so passionate about them, and often the creatures let him get close enough to really admire, even pet. You wish that baby otter hadn’t left Azriel’s side so soon, but he had to go back with his mother once your merman mate had found her. He was a wreck for days, feeling sorry for the tiny pup.

“In Night? I thought they inhabited Summer’s waters,” you question, remembering he’d taught you that on your first vacation to the golden court.

Azriel grins, pride shining through at you for recalling what he’d said.

He nods eagerly, “I know, right? They must be lost or something,” the male’s brows furrow for a moment, mulling the thought over for a moment before he’s turning back to you. “I’m sorry for waking you, my love, but this is something you cannot miss!”

You take your hand from his gently, standing and slipping out of your robe before crouching down and holding your arms out to him for assistance.

“Well, come on then, before they get away!”

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finelinevogue · 4 months

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a winter solstice like no other

summary - exchanging on winter solstice gifts leads to new revelations

pairing - azriel x reader

word count - ~2k

It was the night before Winter Solstice.

The house was full of laughter and love as fae’s alike drank mulled wine and snacked on Christmas puddings.

There was an air of happiness that hadn’t been around for the longest time. It was peaceful and comforting. Family was important sound this time of year and you were glad you had a good one to spend it with.

You were quite happily sitting in the corner sofa, tucked under a blanket you had knitted, drinking hot cocoa whilst the others danced near the log burning fire.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You turned to see Azriel ask you for a seat next to you.

“Of course. You don’t have to ask, Az.” You smiled at him, pulling the blanket back so he could sit down.

His large frame took up most of the rest of the sofa, so you threw the blanket over the top of you to keep you nice and warm.

“How are you enjoying this year’s Winter Solstice?” He asked you.

“Better than last year.”

Last year had been a truly sad one for you; spending it alone in a home that wasn’t even yours anymore. The war had taken everything from you, but in return it gave you this wonderful family and more than several places to call home.

It was Azriel who had found you cold and alone, and it was Azriel who took you to his family when you need people the most.

Everyone had warmly greeted you.

You had never expected to find another family.

And you certainly had never thought you’d find your mate because of it.

But here Azriel was. Your mate.

Your mate who didn’t know he was yours.

Every moment you spent close to him, you wondered how he couldn’t possibly feel the magic that you felt for him. His eyes didn’t light the same for you as yours did for him, which is the only way you knew he didn’t know yet.

You didn’t want to force him into something that he wasn’t ready for, though. Especially when he clearly had some feelings for Elain.

The three brothers and three sisters seemed destined to be, and yet you had mated to Azriel. There was almost an element of being terrified that you’d ruined a natural order if you accepted the bond between you and Azriel when Elain was right there.

“Present time!” Cassian cheered, breaking you from your thoughts.

Cassian jumped over the back of the sofa to land next to his mate; Nesta.

“You imbecile.” Nesta punched him when he knocked the wine in her hands onto her leggings.

“I love you too.” Cassian kissed her head in return, making everyone chuckle.

Everyone had their presents under the tree already, but you had left yours upstairs just because you didn’t want to intrude on their space.

You pulled the blanket off you and stood up, Azriel’s hand catching you and making you jolt with electricity.

“You okay?” He asked, looking concerned.

“Yes.” You chuckled at his worry, “Just going to get some things. Save me a seat.”

“I will.” He let go of your hand and you went off.

Your room was tucked in a small corner of the house, as you didn’t want to take up too much room. A lot of the rooms had already been taken so there wasn’t much choice, but your room was beautiful nonetheless.

It overlooked the mountains of Velaris and into the valley below. If you ever needed a reminder of how lucky you were, all you had to do was look out your window.

You picked up your presents in your room, collecting them in your arms. You tried to juggle them as you went to open the door, only for them to spill on to the floor and go everywhere.

“Oh, Mother above.” You mumbled, picking them all up again.

Once you had made your way downstairs, you re-entered the living room only to find your seat next to Azriel taken.

Elain had joined him.

Azriel didn’t look overly happy that she was there and he kept playing with a loose thread on the blanket you’d made as a distraction.

No matter, you smiled as you entered and handed out gifts to everyone.

Everyone thanked you as you passed out their respective gifts.

“You didn’t have to do this, Y/N.” Rhys spoke. “I haven’t been able to offer you the full wage you deserve this year.”

“And you’ve apologised for that countless times, Rhys. Yet, you forget you don’t charge me rent here so I don’t mind spending my wages on you and your family.” You handed him his gift.

“We’re your family too, remember.” Feyre smiled and thanked you as you gave her hers.

“I know. I wake up grateful every day.” You reshuffled the gifts to get a second for Feyre, “And an extra something for your birthday.”

“You are bad, Y/N… I told you not to.” Feyre tutted you.

“You deserve it.”

“Y/Ns right, darling.” Rhys kissed Feyre’s forehead.

You wandered back to Azriel and Elain, only holding one more gift.

“Oh.. Mother…” You started to swear.

“What is it?” Azriel asked.

“I must’ve dropped your gift on the way downstairs Az. I’m sorry, I’ll just…”

“Hey, it’s fine. You can pass it me later.”

“You sure?” You asked, feeling bad.

“Mhm.” He warmly smiled and leant back into the sofa.

You handed Elain her gift, before rounding the room to sit on the window seat just to the side of the room. You would’ve sat on a sofa, but there was no room left and you were the last to join the inner circle so it only made sense.

“Are we ready?” Cassian asked, looking around the room. “Then let’s go!”

Everyone began unwrapping, oohing and awwing over their gifts.

“Y/N..!”” Rhys laughed.

You smiled brightly as you noticed Rhys had opened his gift. You knew that he had been complaining that his feet had been getting so cold recently, so you had decided to knit him some slipper socks. They were in a gorgeous black with silver blobs that were meant to look like stars.

“Are they okay?” You asked shyly.

This was your first year of gift giving and you didn’t want to do it wrong.

“Perfect! Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Just a tiny thank you for helping me this past year.”

“You know we don’t need your thanks, Y/N, but you’re welcome anyways.”

As they continued opening presents and you opened yours, everyone was grateful and happy. Cassian was miffed that he got gag-gifts, but then again he hadn’t bought anything serious for anyone else.

You got to your gift from Azriel and stopped before you could tear, setting it to the side.

You looked up to Azriel and he was frowning at you, possibly thinking you didn’t care to open his gift. You gave him your kind eyes before he could think further.

“I’ll wait for you.” You mouthed across the room.

He smiled and nodded in agreement.

His gaze was broken from you as Elain nudged him to open her gift for him.

He slowly unwrapped the gift and everyone stopped to see what had made him gasp.

He slowly pulled out a Sapphire gem. A real and rare one. It was a gem that was meant to fit perfectly into his Truthteller blade.

“W-wow.” He raised his eyebrows in shock.

“I saw it the other day and just knew it was for you!” Elain giggled.

“This is far too much.” He shook his head.

“Oh please… It’s barely anything.”

You gulped at the site. If Elain thought that was nothing then your gift for him was truly worthless.

A rare gem? There was no competition, but if there were then Elaine would have won before you’d even started.

You wished more than anything that you could afford a lovely present like that for Az, but your money was often spent elsewhere through charity or simple living bills.

Everyone looked upon the two of them carefully.

Feyre knew that Azriel was your mate because you were making yourself miserable by keeping it to yourself, which obviously meant that Rhys had to know. So they didn’t look too comfortable with the gift exchange.

Rhys was trying to contact you through his mind tricks, but you didn’t let him. Not because you didn’t care, but because you knew you’d be upset the moment he tried to console you.

Whilst Elain and Az continued to have their moment, your own heart breaking a little, you quietly made your way out of the room.

You ran upstairs as quick as you could and shut your bedroom door behind you.

Opening the window, you stuck your head outside and let out a big breath - letting everything go. You felt like you could cry, but nothing good would come of that so you tried to console yourself the best you could with the fresh air and view of Velaris below.

“You o–”

“Mother of…” You turned around so quickly that you hit the side of your head on the glass window.

“Oh Gods, Y/N!” Az exclaimed as he shut the door behind him and ran over to you.

His hands took ahold of your face carefully, tilting your head to the side where you’d hit it. Instead of a pink mark, he noticed the tears instead.

“Hey, what’s with the tears?” He softly asked, wiping a thumb over your soft cheek.

“Sorry!” You laughed, “It’s been a bit much today already.”

“Tell me about it.” He answered sarcastically, before continuing. “I mean… a sapphire?” He whispered the last bit.

“Oh.. Yes. That - uhm - that was very thoughtful of Elain.” You took a step back from Azriel, wiping under your eyes.

You leant back against the windowsill and looked towards Azriel. He was carefully watching you like he didn’t quite understand something about you.

“What?” You asked.

“I have something for you.” He said, sitting back on your bed. He patted the spot next to you and you - not too eagerly - went and sat next to him.

He handed over a small blue wrapped box, as delicately wrapped as a professional would have done.

“It better not be a sapphire.” You joked.

“Oh better give it back then.” He tried to reach back for it, but you laughed and pulled it away. Turning back, you didn’t expect him to still be so close.

The bond inside of you was fluttering like a billion butterflies wings. You cleared your throat and looked down at the gift again, making Azriel lean back a bit.

You carefully opened it and found the box beneath the paper. It had a little infinity sign engraved in silver on the top of it.

You furrowed your eyebrows and swallowed back the growing lump at the back of your throat.

“Az…”

He stayed quiet.

“T.. This is from the ‘Bonded Mates’ gift shop.”

“I know.”

You gulped and turned towards him, tears in your eyes as the warmth in your chest started growing and growing. Your heart felt like it was growing three sizes and your chest was being directly pulled towards his.

“You… You know.” You let out a soft sob.

Azriel’s tears built up in his own eyes, “I do.” He nodded, confirming what you thought.

“Az.. For how long?”

“Since the day I met you.”

You let out another sob, feeling slightly more than overwhelmed right now. You nodded your head continued to look into his eyes, seeing your other half look back at you.

“You never said. I thought you liked Elain.”

“I must admit, even I thought I liked Elain at the very beginning, but I slowly realised I was only trying to like her for the sake of the ‘three brother’s and three sisters’ hypothesis. In reality, all I felt was a tug towards you and every day since I have tried my best to not overwhelm you because all I want to do is bond with you.”

“You knew! All this time.” You cupped his cheek and he leant into it willingly.

“Yeah.”

You leaned closer to him and his face, “So did I.” Azriel smiled so widely at that, “And I accept you. For infinity.”

“And I accept you, for anything and beyond infinity.”

His lips touched yours before you could even take a breath. You chest tugged towards his and your heart felt like it was overloaded with love and power. You felt yourself literally tether to Azriel and it was quite possibly the best feeling in the world.

Before you could both get carried away you pulled back.

“Wait, wait, wait…” You gasped.

“What?” Azriel looked concerned.

“Your gift!” You stood up, wiping under your eyes yet again.

“Oh screw the gifts.” He tugged on your hand so you fell back on the bed, back laying flat.

Azriel creeped over you and held his weight up above you.

“Az!” You laughed. “Get off, you big brute!”

You tried to push him off but he was as steady as a mountain. He couldn’t be moved and you accepted your defeat with a huff and a smile, allowing him to watch you.

He was quiet for a moment, no telling why he pulled you back. It seemed like he was simple mesmerised with every detail of you.

“What?” You asked.

“I’m just grateful that it was you.”

You knew the ‘it’ in question was the bond and you had to gulp back another set of fresh tears.

Instead, you leaned up and kissed him again. Softly pressing your lips into his and kissing him like he deserved to be kissed. He’d been waiting, what felt like an eternity, so might as well show him why he was made to wait all this time.

You moved back down but Azriel followed you. His arms cupped themselves over your head and encased you beneath his wholly.

He didn’t let his lips free from yours, not even for one breath. You both felt like you were each other’s air. Azriel kissed and kissed you like he would never get to kiss you like this again, even though it was your first time.

“Az..” You tried to pull away again.

“Try and stop me from kissing you again and see what happens.” He warned you, and you responded by tugging his hair at the back of his neck. He moved back at the flinch of pain.

“Listen to me.” You smiled.

“No.”

And he leant back down to start kissing you again, moving his lips in such a way that you were starting to forget everything other than him.

You sneakily moved your hand up beneath his caged arms and attempted to capture his cheeks to stop him, but his shadows already knew your plans and caught your arm along the way. The shadows pinned your arm up behind your head and you huffed into your kiss.

“I don’t know whether to be offended that you keep wanting to get away from me, or not.” Az stopped kissing you to speak.

“You should. I want my gift.” You pouted.

“Oh. Do you now? Well I want to kiss my mate to make up for all our lost years, so I guess I’ll just do that instead.” He was about to lean back down to you but his shadows held him back instead. “What?”

“Seems they can listen to my thoughts now. Now stand down, Sir.”

He didn’t get much of a choice as his shadows pulled you off him and allowed you to slip away.

“You little demons.” Az groaned but allowed them to anyways, because it was worth seeing the smile as your opened your gift.

It was the daintiest bracelet you’d ever seen with a tiny little dagger charm on it. You absolutely loved it and were more happy to receive this than a thousand chariots of gold.

“Thank you. Put it on for me, please.”

You held out the bracelet and your wrist to Azriel and he carefully took both and put it on. It looked perfect against your skin and Azriel couldn’t help but smile that a little part of him was worn by you.

“Beautiful.” He said, kissing the back of your hand.

“It is. You chose well.”

“I honestly didn’t think this would have gone as well at it has. I was starting to think you’d never feel the bond.”

“The feelings mutual, darling.” You chuckled. “Now!”

You started rummaging around the room to find Az’s gift. You looked everywhere until you found it rolled away, tucked in a corner.

You grabbed it and walked over to Azriel. You stood in front of him as you handed it over.

“Happy Solstice.” You smiled.

“Thank you.” He said before opening it gently, savouring the time and effort you put into the wrapping.

As he opened it, you remembered how insignificant it was compared to Elain’s gift.

“Now, I know it’s nothing too extraordinary but I know how sensitive your hands get in the cold so I…”

“You knitted me fingerless gloves?” Az held up the deep blue coloured gloved, the tips of the fingers missing. There was a mitten like part to it that could fold over the fingers should he wish to keep them warm.

“I know it’s not a sapphire, but…”

“It’s not.” He said and you nodded, “It’s better.”

The smile on your face was unmistakable and he wanted to see you smile like that every damn day for the rest of your existence.

“Okay.” You said, trying to believe him.

“No, come here.” He pulled on the back of your waist until you toppled into him and straddled him on his lap. “It’s better. Best gift ever and not just because it came from you. It was so thoughtful. Thank you.”

You leant forwards to kiss his inviting lips.

And not for the last time, that was now for certain.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 8 months

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newly-mated cassian x reader or azriel x reader finds out his mate is pregnant, and his primal protective instincts go crazyyyy,overprotective isn’t even the word, like if someone looks at her funny he has a knife to their throat. or imagine someone pushes her and she falls and he just beats them to the brink of death

Baby daddy

Let's be real Azriel is protective in general. This man makes it his mission to keep you safe. With all the fears of past and present enemies getting their hands on you... No, he simply won't let it happen. Not on his watch. So add a baby on the way to the mix. That's a recipe for an overly protective fea male.

And it's safety that involves anything and everything. It's not just him having his shadows on watch 24/7. It's not just him having a weapon on him constantly. It's not just him making sure that you constantly have someone watching over you. And no it's not only him growling at Madja when he notices even a slight sight of discomfort on your face during an appointment.

No, it's Azriel putting all the snacks in the bottom drawer because the night he saw you climbing the counter was the night he aged five hundred years and got a handful of greys. "Get off, get off", his shadows are all over you before he even steps forward, "But chocolate chip cookies, Azriel", you say. He's only shaking his head, "No spider mama, nonsense. You ask or you don't get any", and he means it lovingly but you're sobbing so much that he knows there has to be a compromise in this.

Bet you his shadows are spawning in front of you with a glass of fresh herbal water every thirty minutes and you have black blobs just patiently waiting for you to take it. Following you are until you do, "Tell your dad, I'll be peeing all night because of him", you mutter but all you get in response is a cool caress from the dark creatures.

And even if Azriel is not a naturally touchy person his hand is always on your bump now. Even before you're showing. It's there and it never leaves. Slowly stroking your skin. I feel like his brain would explode when he starts feeling a bump forming there. And that his palm is now moving in a somewhat round surface.

It's an ever-watching Azriel. His senses are a thousand times sharper. And it does lead him to step out of line. A baker looked at you funny because you bought four loaves of bread instead of one and asked for an extra butter spread. Well, congratulations the old man is now on the death list and Azriel's dagger is buried in the wooden counter. "You have an issue?", the words are so venomous. And the look. The spymaster look. The shadowsinger look on his face. And the baker only shakes his head. Adding an extra baked good for you. And you're walking down the street munching on it happily. Not noticing the chaos Azriel had awoken behind you. The shadows that are spooking the poor man shitless.

Don't get me wrong. I don't think that he would go as far as to lock you up. He knows his limits. And he knows he can be overbearing. But it comes from the heart. Az had already lost so much. Life had only been taken away instead of giving him anything. So now that he has you. And the baby. That quite frankly his whole world. His whole life. He's living for you two. So nothing is too much in his eyes. More like, nothing is enough in his eyes.

I feel like the people of Velaris would start calling you the goddess of darkness. Because once again half of Azriel's shadow population is with you. Twirling around you as you walk. Covering you from the harsh midday sun. Pouring all around you. And I see his shadows as literally creatures of their own so you would always have these little buddies keeping you company. Dragging the juiciest gossip from all over. And carrying all the baby bits you end up buying. And covering for you when you buy a little bit too much. Shhhh... don't tell Azriel.

And I doubt Azriel would go on long missions or assignments. Like half a day is the longest. No matter what he has to be home by dinner. There's no way he's agreeing to anything that breaks that rule. Because evenings are for him and you, and the baby. With him lying by your tummy, pressing light kisses all over your bump as he talks about his day.

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k-daydreams · 9 months

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My Fearless Mate

Pairing: Azriel Shadowsinger x daemati!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: misogyny, graphic, Fluff at the end!

Based off this ask

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You hated traveling to the war camps. Especially in the winter. Even as you walked arm in arm pressed up as close as you could against your mate, Azriel, the heat did not help against the bitter wind and cold nipping at your face. Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel had been here just paying their usual visit to make sure Lord Devlon was doing his job and ensuring the girls were training. They had been here for a few days already and you had desperately missed Az that you swallowed your pride and hatred towards the camp and Illyrian culture to see your mate. You hadn’t let him know you were coming, it was a surprise, a damn good one indeed.

Not only was the shock evident on his face as you winnowed into the middle of the camp. His shadows had excitedly darted to you in greeting as soon as he caught your scent from the dark swirling clouds winnowing. The Illyrian warriors were taken back as well. Disgust and surprise written all over their faces, but you didn’t care. You practically ran to Azriel giddily greeting him with a kiss on his cheek as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. He tried to keep his mask of iciness on, but you could feel his toothy grin in the crook of your neck, his dissolve fading in your arms.

He led you around the camp, telling you all the updates, and you filled him in on what you had spent the last few days doing in Velaris. You watched as the warriors trained in the sparring rings. Then you came to a sparring ring with a couple girls cornered by some higher ranked warrior commanders. You halted in your steps, causing Azriel to stop mid sentence.

“You’re supposed to be doing your chores.” One of the males said to the young girls who had to be no older than twelve. His siphons were half the size of the girl’s head.

“W-we’re done, the high lord said we could train as we pleased.” She stammered.

“There is always work to be done.” Another warrior countered back. “The sparring ring is no place for a girl, no matter what the high lord says.” Azriel tensed at that, and you looked up to your mate biting your lip anxiously. You had let go of his arm, on alert for what was about to unfold.

“The high lord’s orders go above yours.” The other girl stepped up to the male ten times her size. Defiance in her small voice as she pushed the other girl behind her. Satisfaction prickled at your skin, but you knew this wasn’t going to end well. The males scoffed and glowered towards them. Your face and ears heated.

“The high lord doesn’t have a say in your punishment though.” One grabbed the more defiant girl’s arm. She tried to get out of his clutch, but he was far more stronger than her. Azriel was ready to walk towards them, but you beat him to it. Rage filled you to the point you had tunnel vision, marching over. How dare these assholes.

“Hey! You let them go!” You yelled at the warriors as another grabbed the other girl. She was shaking in his grasp, scared out of her mind, a terrified look in her brown eyes as she made eye contact with you.

The warriors laughed at you as you approached. “I didn’t realize they opened camp borders to courtiers.” One mocked you while the other bellowed even louder. You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the familiar sensation in your bones. Azriel tugged on the bond as warning, but you ignored him. Other warriors and workers had stopped what they were doing, noticing the commotion.

You clenched your gloved fists, “it would be wise if you did as I say.”

“What or you'll file a formal complaint with the high lord?” He sneered sarcastically. You could feel your blood get hot and the taste of magic tang on your tongue. A wave of power rolled off you settling over the camp.

The one that seemed the most powerful walked towards you, his nostrils flared like he was a wild beast. “You have no authority in this camp.”

Azriel tugged again on the invisible thread that connected you two together. A silent reassuring stroke that gave you the silent permission to let go of your control if needed.

“I am one of the high lord’s secondhand commands, I see that as good enough authority.” You stuck your nose high up, not intimidated by the size of a warrior. He continued towards you like a predator. He wanted you to be his prey. Unfortunately for him, you had considered yourself a much more dangerous predator. Already prowling and circling around him, getting ready to pounce.

“I believe that means my authority outranks your authority.” You said almost too casually. “Now as I said before—let. them. go.”

The two warriors behind the aloof meathead in front of you now looked wary towards your opposition. But they held a firm grip on the young girls, the one in front of you puffing out his chest, wings flaring as wide as they could go.

“You are no more than a fae female to me,” he got mere inches from your face looking down at you with a disgusting rage. You could feel specks of saliva hit your face as he spoke, but you didn’t flinch. “And you know what we do to fae females? We take them into the forest in the middle of the night and we sully—“

Before he could finish, he dropped to the ground howling in agony writhing in the mud. You just merely narrowed your eyes, twisting the invisible ropes around his mind and body. Your daemati powers had overtaken your instincts with every twist you envisioned.

“What was that?” You asked innocently, slamming your heavy icy muddy boot atop his abdomen. He hissed, snarling at you like a rabid animal trying to fight the power that you coursed through him. You dug the heel of your boot with a bruising force. The crowd that circled gone quiet with the roar of the Illyrian male that convulsed under your boot.

“Now you listen to me,” you bent down looking at him, forcing his eyes to look towards you. His face beet red, eyes bulging in horror as you infiltrated his brain further. No mental shields, just a wide open gate to walk through. “You let the girls train and you don’t bother them ever. I don’t want you to even breathe their way again, and if I ever—ever hear a word about you going against the high lord’s or my order…” you lunged into the deepest part of his mind.

I’ll personally clip your wings myself. You had threatened him mentally.

You released the invisible force upon him, and lifted your boot from his abdomen. He rolled away, panting to catch his breath. You looked up from him and saw the two warriors holding the girls. You strided towards them, and they all but threw the young illyrians in your direction. Both of landing on the ground with a hard thud.

“W-what are you?” The one male asked terrified, backing away with the other.

You glared at them, “that’s none of your concern. What is your concern is bringing your commander to first aid before you end up like him.” They kept still, watching you bend down to the two girls. “Now!” You demanded. They scurried off like field mice to their brother who laid in the mud nearly unconscious.

Bringing your attention to girls, smiling softly at their scared faces. They rubbed their arms where the men had gripped them. “Did they hurt you?” You asked.

“I’m not sure,” the more timid one answered first, rolling up her long sleeve to check. You gently examined the forming bruise around her arm, frowning slightly.

“You two were so courageous to stick up to them. You will both be strong warriors one day.” You looked at the other’s arm. Her arm is much more swollen than her friend’s. You smiled reassuringly at them, “I’ll have someone bring you two to our house to have the healer tend to you.” You took a hold of both their hands, helping them up, leading them to your mate and friends.

“Cassian get a healer to the house,” Azriel asked for you, wholly keeping his eyes locked on you.

“Of course,” Cassian winked at you slyly when he passed. Proceeding to yell at everyone to get back to work while he made his way to the first aid tent. Rhys chuckled, patting Azriel on the shoulder.

“I know,” He guided the girls to his mother’s old house by your request, leaving you and Azriel alone.

His eyes were still fixated on you, hazel orbs shining brightly, mouth slightly agape. He didn’t have to say anything because you felt it. Adoration, pride, and pure love swelled down the bond.

I absolutely adore you. He spoke to you mentally. You caressed the shadows that even swirled in his mind, stroking gently. His wings rustled slightly, unable to contain it.

Wrapping his arm around you, he led you to the house to go check on the girls. A couple people still looked at you with terrifed expressions. Azriel’s lip curled upward to ghost of smirk before kissing your brow sweetly. You were his fearless mate.

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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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redbleedingrose · 11 days

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Hello I looooooove your writing and I was wondering (If it's okay) if you can write a drabble/headcanons about our boy azzie

Like how would he act if he had a sweet and extremelyyyyy affectionate mate and someone who's shy but would call out som1's bs

I hope you have an AMAZING day 💗 u

Hiiii!!! I hope you are doing well! Thank you sm for the ask! Looks like this option on the poll won so I spent some time thinking about some headcanons for:

Azriel x Shy!Reader Headcanons

Azriel loves his shy little mate. It always bring a spark lighting up his darkness thinking about how he first met you. How you couldn't even make eye contact with him without nervously giggling. Az at his baseline is quiet, but he is confident. He knows that he is attractive, knows that he can take any male or lady to his bed. But from the moment he met you, its like his entire universe shifted to revolving around you. He spent the entire night trying to quietly converse with you and focus your attention on him. Any time you would shy away, avoiding his gaze, he would lean down to force eye contact, scarred hand tilting your chin up at him so his pretty hazel eyes could peer into yours. He was literally hooked, trying to pull your soft smiles. It took one night with you for him to want to bring you all the stars in the sky to your palm.

The male is constantly trying to woo you. Even after decades of being mated, Azriel continues to make an effort into your relationship, learning new things about you, picking up on your habits, and honestly... he just loves dating you. He loves taking you out on dates, sometimes out to Rita's for dancing, and sometimes on midnight flights to the valleys just outside of Velaris for a late picnic and stargazing. He would do literally anything just to see your eyes light up in joy from his effort and love.

He adores watching you get dressed up for him, smirking at your sharp stare at him to get out of the room so you can change, his eyes twinkling with mirth because you're still so modest after he has seen you countless times in your bare form.

In the mornings, he likes to silently sneak up to your shared bathroom door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed against his chest, quietly observing you do your morning skincare and makeup. "Can I get some of that too doll?" He mumurs, wrapping a thick arm around your waist, turning you towards his gently. You stare up at him confused, rubbing your lips together, pressing in the cooling balm, "the lip balm?" you ask, head tilted to the side while you hold up the container at him. He silently nods, mischief flickering when you hum okay. Then he pulls your chin up before kissing you deeply, pulling away all too soon, "thanks dovey," while swaggering away smacking his lips, all confident and proud of himself.

Az brings you a fresh bouquet flowers all the time. He is the kind of male to keep on the flowers so that he can ensure he gets you another bouquet as soon as the old one starts to droop. Male has gone as far as taking your old bouquets and getting them pressed into frames so that you can hang them in your shared home. The walls of your mini library that he had specifically built for the both of you is filled with frames of all of the bouquets he has bought for you. Eventually, when you have your baby girl, her nursery is decorated with all those framed bouquets. It works out perfectly as your library walls were running out of room. And omg he is the kind of male to pick your favorite out of the bouquet and tuck it behind your ear while caressing ur cheek, looking at you like you have hung the moon and all the stars in the sky.

Speaking of your hair, Az brushes your hair ALL THE TIME. He is an act of services male at his core, and he wants to pamper you. The first time he saw you brushing your hair, his eyes nearly popped out from how rough you were being. Male now refuses to let you brush your own hair. He will settle you into his lap, his shadows swirling around the both of you, tickling your ankles while he combs your hair ever so gently, removing the knots with the utmost care, peppering kisses along your neck, cheeks and shoulders, and right at that tender spot behind your ear. Basically any skin that he can expose, he will and will lay the softest kiss to your perfect skin.

Azriel being spymaster gives him many skills. Skills like patience, creativity, and precision. And he uses those skills on you all the time. Especially when it comes to painting your nails for you. As mentioned previously, the male is an acts of service KING. He takes extra care to make sure the edges of your nails are smooth and clean, the designs he creates for you are different in style and technique. He obviously lets his shadows pick a different color every week for you, and that will be the theme for the rest of the week, when it comes to the colors of the flowers he gets you, to the pretty dress he saw in the market that he bought for your date night, to the dinner he makes for you both that week. Ugh love this male so much.

OMG and he is going to get on his knees for you. Anytime, anwhere, he will drop to his knees to tie your untied shoelaces. He is concerned his precious girl will fall over and bruise your skin. Oh, and he loves to help you put your heels on, kissing your ankles before getting up. Male worships the ground you walk on, I cannot BREATHE.

Azzie also has your coffee and drink order memorized. And he will absolutely go up to the front and get it changed for you if you don't like it or if they made it wrong, hushing your quiet pleas for him to sit back down with a soft kiss to your nose. He is very kind about it, will wait until the rush calms down to take drink back up and will tip extra to make sure he isn’t stepping on any toes, but is firm that they messed up his girls drink, and that needs to be fixed. We love a strong confident dominant male.

Unfortunately, being spymaster, Azriel is a very busy male. All his free time is spent with you, or on you, but he does have to work from time to time. Not to worry though, his shadows like to keep you company, especially when their master is not too far; being in his office working on paper work or out with Cassian training. They all crave your attention, fighting over which one can bring you your drink and which ones can play with your hair. Every 15 minutes, they are rushing back to their master to report back on you and whine about how one shadow is stealing all your attention.

Children, those little shadows.

Speaking of Azriel's free time, watching you do your hobbies is HIS favorite hobby. Weather you are basking in the sun while reading, to watching the crinkle in your eyebrows furrow further while you write, to watching you purse your lips while you taste the tart in the lemon curd you are making for dessert. He could sit back and watch you for hours and feel completely at rest and at peace, shadows singing in the background and soul buzzing along to their song.

He will climb into your shared bed to do his paperwork next to you while you sleep, especially if it has been a while of him sitting in the office and he feels like he has hit a wall. He will often working single handedly because he wants to hold your hand all night long, feeling much more motivated to protect Velaris with you at his side. He has something worth working for, worth protecting.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but that does not mean Azriel will go without touching you. He wants to make sure everyone knows who yo belong to… and moreso, who he belongs to. Male loves for people to know he is TAKEN.

Cannot get enough of when you get a little protective over him, seeing as that male across Rita’s has been eyeing him throughout the entire night. So while you and him go up to the bar for more drinks, you squeeze his tight ass in view of that male, and everyone else, to see. Azriel is thoroughly amused, a thrill shivering through his wings as he smirks down at you while you avoid his gaze, chin up in defiance as a hot flash runs through you.

Don’t worry though, he is not afraid to wrap his thick arm around your neck and pull you into his side with a soft kiss to your temple, hazel eyes adoringly tracing your soft features. He also guides you with his hand resting at the small of your back through the crowd, and ugh does it get you heated.

Anyway... I am tired of writing but I probs have more to add to this headcanon later so part 2 maybe??

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mxtantrights · 21 days

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a/n: can be read as a stand alone, or as a blurb within blood and shadow or where you go, I go. honestly I just wanted to write soft!azriel with no plot to it.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him.

Your fingers run against the slope of his nose, up and down. You can't imagine the sight of this wouldn't shock anyone. The shadowsinger, cuddling up and being loved on.

You heard the rumors about him. Sure.

Either he was the most dangerous fae to exist. With the shadows that follow him every where, and how he is the best spy in all the courts. And even worse, no secret survives his tactics.

And that he was great in bed. Many females have had the pleasure of having a late night tumble with him. Ecstasy. Going until dawn. Or past dawn, if you heard that correctly.

But here, with him, right now is something different.

It feels real.

Azriel shifts you on his chest so that he can look at you. From this angle, he looks amazing. Hair tousled. Skin practically glowing. Shadows and wings still present, taking up his side of the bed.

He smiles, "I'm thinking about how I'm going to be a very unhappy male with you gone for two months."

"I hope this doesn't mess up with you abilities to be the great spy master." you joke.

He chuckles, it's deep and you can feel it against his chest. You smile at the feeling.

"Contrary, I'll make sure I do better than usual. That way when I ask for a vacation there will be no questions as to why." he says.

You pick you self up, using your elbows against the soft plush of the bed. Azriel's hands come to rest on your arms, his fingers gliding up and up, to your shoulders.

"I actually wanted to ask if you'd accompany me." you speak slowly.

Azriel's head tilts to the side, a cocky grin on his lips.

"You need a body guard?" he jokes this time.

You snicker and pinch his arm. He winces, over dramatic Illyrian brute. You slide up closer to him and place a kiss on his chin.

"No, I just need you." you put simply.

Azriel's hands drop from your shoulders. He leans forward and his arms go around your waist and pull you right up to be level with him. You laugh at the smoothness of the action.

"And you can have me. All of me. Whenever you need." he says.

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sweet-creature101 · 25 days

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Envelopes and Punches

Harry Styles, a rich and wealthy boy falls in love with a poor girl who scams the rich for a living and simply does not care of what the world has to say about it.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, violence and swearing.

Your heart pounded as you ran, your shoes squeaking against the wet pavement. The earphones in your ears blasted songs as you ran. This was your escape, an escape from the life you had at home and school. While running, no thought crossed your head. No thought of how to make money, how to get food on the table or how to get through another day of school full of entitled rich kids.

If there was anything you had learnt in your seventeen years of existence, it was that life has a way of becoming ruthless. One simple law governed your whole life and it was “every man for himself.” Years of living in poverty had taught that the only way to survive is by either scamming the rich or stealing money; food stamps and social security cheques could only bring in so much.

You reach your house after your daily morning run. The small fence gate flung open with a single push. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes reach your nose, it used to make you recoil internally earlier but you soon got used to it. Your mother was lying on the sofa flicking through programmes on the television. You sighed deeply as you removed your earphones and stood in your living room with your arms crossed.

“Mom, it's seven in the morning, stop watching the television.” You took a glass of water and walked over handing it to her. In the distance, through your window you saw a truck unloading boxes and a bunch of people your age handing them out “What's that going on?” You asked your mother.

“Volunteers. Think they can make this shithole better by handing out a few boxes.” Your mother scoffed. “Don’t ya have school?” She added, eying you suspiciously.

“I do.”

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School was awful. Being on a scholarship and poor in a school full of rich kids did not work in your favour. The students here did not express their contempt for you in a straightforward manner but you knew it was there, flowing like a steady undercurrent. You knew that they disliked you from the way they easily dismissed you, averted their gaze from you and simply ignored you. You only had two friends, Angela and Zayn. Both of them were on scholarships just like you.

“Did you see trucks outside your house?” Zayn asked, swirling the spaghetti around his fork, slightly grimacing at the sound.

“Yeah, didn't let me sleep. I almost skipped school because of that shit.” Angela said grumbling.

“You always want to skip.” You pointed out earning an eye roll from her.

“That's besides the point. Oh by the way, y’know who's the new football captain? Zayn just loves him.” Angela said, raising her eyebrows, a mischievous smile on her face. “It's Harry Styles.” Zayn said huffing, “I almost thought of quitting but then I realised that the minute I quit, they send me out of here.”

“What's so bad about him?” You asked, stuffing fries in your mouth.

“He’s a stiff. Too nice. All he does is smile.” Zayn said, rolling his eyes.

“That's what you don't like about him?” You asked, your eyebrows raised at Zayn. He flipped you off and poked his tongue at you.

“I need to get to class, can’t get another tardy slip.” Angela said getting up and brushing down her top with her hands. “I’ll walk you.” Zayn got up and stood looking at Angela. “And they say chivalry is dead.” You remarked winking at Zayn who turned into a deep crimson.

You sigh deeply and pick up your bag, your legs groaning in pain from all the relentless running you’d been doing. Walking out the cafeteria you don’t notice the crowd of boys coming your way. You take out your phone and scroll through your text messages, the last one from your mother telling you that she’ll be late coming from work. Too immersed in answering her text you didn’t notice what was about to happen.

You bump into a hard body, your shoulder bearing the brunt of it. “Hey, watch where you’re going scumbag.” One of the boys warned you. You square your shoulders and look him in his eyes, a challenge etched in your burning eyes. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, prick.”

Harry saw it all unfurl in front of him. Jason always had a way of letting his temper get the best of him, after getting decimated in practice he was left in a sour mood. But here Harry was, watching a girl half Jason’s weight challenge him as she stared at him, her kohl smudged eyes not blinking. Harry knew who you were, the school did. Perhaps that's why no one ever talked to you or your friends. “The band of exiles” is what his friends called you and your friends.

“Keep moving.” A voice called from behind. Harry knew who that was, it was their coach who could see the potential outcome of this. Jason scowled at you and moved. You rolled your eyes and walked ahead.

“Hey, I’m Harry. Sorry about that, Jason’s never been nice.” Harry said, his hand finding the back of his neck as he scratched it nervously. Harry looked at you and thought you were nothing short of beautiful. He didn’t miss the kohl smudged around your eyes, your thick lashes or the curve of your lips.

“I’m Y/N. It's fine, don’t apologise for him although he could use getting his teeth knocked out once a while just to keep him in line once a while y'know.” You said, smiling a bit. Harry chuckled, feeling a warm bubble grow in his chest.

“Of course I’ll keep that in mind.” Harry said nodding, his smile wide and pearly.

“You are the captain after all.” You said, shrugging lightly.

“You know that?” Harry asked you a bit surprised at your awareness of this.

“I��m in enemy territory, I need to keep my eyes and ears open.” You said smiling and looking down at the ground, suddenly aware of the holes in the sleeves of your tee shirt. You immediately hide your arms behind your back.

Harry wasn’t stupid nor was he oblivious. He noticed what you did and why you did it. The inside of his chest flamed a bit on seeing you hide yourself. “You’re not in enemy territory with me Y/N.”

“We’ll see about that Harry.”

**************************

“You have to come with me Y/N. Come on, it’ll be fun!” Angela said, twirling around her room with a dress in her hand.

“I have no clothes Angie, at least none for parties besides I have to make phone calls tonight.” You said, sighing as you flopped on her bed, the broken springs squeaking under your weight.

“You can scam the rich later.” Angela chuckled. She opened her cupboard, which was covered in splinters and had a broken knob but did the job. Although you weren’t sure if it wasn’t infested with termites.

The room had a low ceiling, a single cupboard, a small wrought iron bed and a dresser with an attached mirror. Your room was the exact same, except the fact that even your wooden floorboards were falling apart in some places although you had decorated it with fairy lights all over.

“How am I supposed to pay for food, electricity or even water then?” You questioned her.

“Tomorrow, make as many calls as you want, hell even rob someone. But tonight you’re a free bird.” Angela tapped on.

“Where are we even going?” You asked her, looking at the cracks in the ceiling. Angela smiled triumphantly at her win.

“Niall's house.” She said, wiggling her brows.

“Horan?”

“Yeah, we’ve been talking on and off so he called me over at this party he’s having tonight.” She said, looking at herself in the mirror.

You thought over it, you needed the money desperately. You’d just have to call your usual clients (rich men who cheated on their wives) at the party itself.

“Fine. Let’s go then.” You said getting up.

“You can't go like this.” Angela said, eying you up and down. You wore a loose white tank top that had a rather deep neck than what you usually wore, a pair of mini black shorts and your dirty converse that were on the verge of tearing apart.

“Watch me.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“At Least let me straighten your hair. And do your makeup. And lend you my jewellery. And-”

“No, that's all you can do, Ang.” You shot back.

“Okay fine. Now sit.”

It took you over an hour and another thirty minutes to reach Niall's house which was across the city. Of course, the rich wouldn’t live anywhere near the faulty neighbourhoods. Which is why you hated being here, standing near the pool, watching the same people you avoided at school watch you. The drink in your hand didn’t have the effect you expected it to.

Might as well get work done. You thought to yourself.

You brought out your phone and opened the list of phone numbers you had smuggled in from a friend who worked in charities and had a knack for observation about who glanced too long at who. Stalking these men outside The Ritz, the most expensive hotel in town on Fridays also helped your cause. You dialled the first number, waiting for the man to pick up.

“Hello?” A heavy and gruff voice answered from the other end.

“Am I speaking to Raymond Sturgis?” You asked, your sweet as if it were dripping with honey.

“Yes, who is this?”

“It doesn’t matter. I know you meet up with Chayenne every Tuesdays, Thursdays and the weekend outside the Ritz at approximately 6:30, maybe even 7:00 depending on traffic. God knows what your wife would think of that? She’d divorce you, claim her share in the company which- correct me if I’m wrong, is a whopping sixty percent. Oh and also claim custody of your kids.” You said smugly.

“What do you want?” The voice on the other end had become visibly strained.

“Four thousand dollars, cash.”

“I could easily report you. You’d go to prison for this.”

“By time the police reach I’d have already mailed your wife pictures of you and the lovely Chayenne.”

“Fine. Where should I drop the cash?”

You told your usual address, a park fifteen minutes away from your house and to drop the cash by midnight. You sigh and sit down at the lounge chair staring at the water.

“You’re knee deep in enemy territory, soldier.”

You heard the familiar voice, a smile finding its way on your lips. You turn your head and find that all too familiar face smile at you, eyes glazed and a lazy smile with two bottles in hand.

“I see you bear gifts.” You said, smiling just as he did.

“That I do. Beer or breezer or whatever is in this cup?”

“I’ll take the cup and beer.” You said.

Harry sat down next to you, your knees and thighs touching. “Been over a week since I last talked to you, although I keep on seeing you everywhere.” Harry said. You almost choked on your drink at his uncalled confession.

“Why didn’t you approach me then?” You asked him, turning your face to look at him. You thought he looked handsome, handsome in a rugged way. You breathed in his deodorant. Maybe it was the alcohol, although it barely acted but you wanted to kiss him.

“Asked myself the same thing every day.”

The last Harry talked to you was when he needed notes in English. He tried to concoct funny if not odd reasons to talk to you and here you were, sitting next to Niall’s pool where Harry had drowned far too many times.

“I wished you did.” You spoke suddenly, drawing Harry out of his trance.

“Talk to you?”

“Yeah.Wait,” You said, downing the whole bottle of beer in a single breath, grimacing at the taste. “I like you Harry, like talking to you. You’re better than most people here, other than me of course. But you see me, not just look at me. That’s got to count for something.”

Harry felt his heart leap at your words.

“Fraternising with the enemy, guess you’re not that good of a soldier after all.” Harry said chuckling, tucking a loose strand of your hair. He didn't miss the way your cheeks flushed a deep crimson nor did he miss the way you quickly averted your gaze from his eyes to the ground. He would’ve found this change in demeanour amusing had he not been harbouring the intense desire to kiss you.

“Shut up.”

*****************************

Days of talking turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. You and Harry had been friends for over two months. Two months of drinking on rooftops of buildings you didn’t know existed, two months of getting to know each other, two months of having the bubble of feelings you had for him grow bigger and two months of still wanting to grab his face and kiss him.

And you never wanted to kiss him as much as you did now, locked in a tiny broom closet at Niall's House. The alcohol in your system didn’t help either. Your self control was being tested with every passing second.

“Seven minutes have never felt longer.” Harry chuckled, breaking the ice. You both were standing close enough that you could feel his hand brush yours, his chest leaving a phantom touch.

“Don’t sweat it Styles.” You mumbled.

“You know, I never noticed how pretty you are.” Harry said, a smile appearing on his face. You blushed furiously.

“Shut up.”

“No, that's a lie. I saw how pretty you are the minute I set eyes on you.”

You quickly averted your eyes to the ground, looking at your shoes.

“Y/N, look at me. Please.” Harry kept a finger under your chin and nudged your face towards his.

“Don’t do this Har.” You said, peering into his clear green eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I want to kiss you and we’re both drunk and then we’ll never talk about it and then we’ll forget about it and then-”

“Shh. It’s okay. I’ll kiss you when you’re sober. Promise.” Harry shushed you, placing a finger on your lips.

“You don’t have to promise.” You mumbled against his fingers.

“I want to.” He smiled at you, hooking a hand around your waist and dragging you closer.

“Okay.” You said, smiling slightly.

“But for now,” Harry kissed the corner of your lips.

“Are you always this cheeky?” You questioned laughing.

“Only with you.”

***************

“Move it to the left.”

“Are you stupid mate?”

“Oh wait, move a bit towards the right.”

Out of all the ways Harry imagined spending his weekend, delivering boxes of essential goods to an abandoned neighbourhood in the south side was not what he expected.

“Ugh when do we go home?” Blair asked, looking up from her phone. Loose strands of blonde hair had escaped her ponytail which now came down to frame her face.

“Not until afternoon so sit tight.” Jason said, carrying a load of boxes.

“Jeez, we have to give them a toothbrush too? Like isn’t that three pounds?” The irritated girl said, peeking into the boxes in front of her.

“Less talking, more work. That means you too Blair.” Harry said checking off boxes in this list he carried.

Harry often found his mind wandering to you. Thinking of you, your smile, your laugh, your eyes and anything remotely related to you. He wondered where you were, what you were doing right now.

“Did I tell you my dad got threatened?” Blair said, blowing a bubble of the gum in her mouth.

“What?” Harry immediately forgot about the list in his hand and diverted his attention to the blonde.

“Yeah. Someone just called out of nowhere and told him to leave money in a park or else she’d leak some information.” She said casually.

“A park?” Jason asked snorting.

“Yeah and it’s not too far from here either.” Blair continued.

Harry merely hummed. He particularly didn’t care about what happened to Blair’s dad and certainly didn’t care that he had to bear a bit of damage. From a distance, he saw a figure running. He thought it looked like you but blamed it on wishful thinking.

Harry didn’t realise it was you until he could properly see you. You were running, your hair was bound in a loose ponytail. He saw you were wearing his favourite shorts, short enough to show your legs yet long enough to just cover your butt. The tight black tank top you wore left almost nothing to the imagination.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Harry called out, smiling wide.

You look at him and his friends like a deer blinded by headlights. Your grip tightened around the envelope in your hand, hoping Blair wouldn’t notice that it was her fathers company logo embossed onto it. You silently cursed that man as a fool once you saw that he sent his company envelope.

“Harry, hi. I didn’t expect to see you here.” You nervously chuckled. Harry walked towards you, slinging an arm around your waist drawing you closer. You could feel his hand go lower and lower.

“Are you here to help us?” Blair asked you, eyeing you up and down.

“Oh, no. I went out for a walk.” You replied.

“In this neighbourhood?” She further questioned you, her eyes narrowed into slits.

“I live here.” You stated firmly, waiting for the taunting, name calling or anything of the sort. You felt Harry straighten behind you.

“Oh.” The taunting never came. You couldn’t decide what was worse, contempt or pity.

“Yeah well I better get going.” You said, sensing the shift in environment. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” You told Harry, turning around to kiss him on the cheek.

Harry blushed slightly, squeezing your waist tighter. “Of course”

You begin to walk, half relieved that no one noticed the big logo on the envelope in your hand.

“Hey! Wait”

Spoke too soon.

You turn around to find Blair looking at you, her arms crossed and her expression morphed into one of accusation.

“Show me that envelope.” She demanded, walking closer to you.

You stand straighter, your shoulders squared. “What’s it to you?” You retort back.

Blair came behind you and suddenly snatched the envelope. “You bitch,” She spat at you. “You’re the one who’s been threatening my dad. How low can you go?”

“It’s nothing he didn’t deserve.” You said calmly.

“I knew letting in people like you in our world was a mistake. You’re nothing but scum. We all know your mom gives blowjobs and we all know that you’re going to carry the family legacy.” Blair taunted, laughing dryly at you.

“Shut up you don’t know anything.” You said, desperately trying to hone the storm inside of you.

“No Y/N, trust me I do know. I know that you’re going to be the neighbourhood whore, like your mom. That’s all you’re good for. You’re a nobody. You always were and you always will be.”

The rage you felt in that moment was blinding. You had to fight back, if not for who you are right now then for the five year old girl you used to be. That small timid girl who would flinch at every noise, every echoing gunshot and everything.

You tackled the girl to the ground and punched her. You keep on punching her, swallowing your sobs as you drained out her screams and everyone else’s around you. You feel hands drag you away from the girl and hurl you to the ground.

“Y/N stop. You’re better than this.” Harry looks at you, with soft eyes.

“Is she though?” Jason asked, carrying Blair to the truck. You avert your gaze to the boy in front of you.

“Yeah, what you’ll beat me too? Try me bitch.”

Bitch. Scum. Lowlife. Nobody. Whore.

“I’m not a bitch.” You say, your voice hoarse.

“Can’t say the same.” Jason curtly replied.

You look at him with angered eyes, certain that if you could blow steam, you would be doing so right now.

“You know what Jason, maybe I am a bitch. Maybe I’m a lowlife, scum, a whore, a nobody or maybe even all of those things.” You said, getting up walking to him.

You punch him square in the face, breaking his nose. You wanted him to hit. You wanted him to hit you hard, hard enough to knock you out. And he did. You felt pain sear straight from your stomach upto your eye, like a hot brand marking your skin.

And then everything went dark.

*************

Radio silence. Three days had gone by since your cards had been laid bare, three days since you had beat up Blair, three days since you had gotten beaten up, three days since you last heard from Harry. It was unbearable, this constant pining and anxiety. Which is why, the second you got the text from Harry asking you to meet him, you didn’t hesitate before saying yes.

You sat on your usual bench, waiting for Harry. There were a million things you wanted to say, a million things on your mind and a million more you wanted to ask. You heard the shuffling of footsteps and knew who it was.

“Hey.” You looked over to see Harry. He looked devastatingly handsome tonight.

“Hi.” You said back, looking down.

“Let me take a look at you.” Harry said, hooking a finger under your chin. You refused to meet his gaze. He felt his heart grind a bit at your reaction. “Look at me, please?” Harry asked softly.

Your eyes met his and you felt tears spring up in your eyes. You bit your lip to keep it from wobbling. “Hey hey, don’t cry. I’m not leaving you Y/N. I’m here for you okay?” Harry said, kneeling down so that he was face to face with you, taking your hands in his.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better.” You sob, completely breaking down.

Harry hugs you tight, holding you until you calm down. “What does a mermaid wear to math class?” Harry asked you.

“What?” You mumble, your face squished against his shoulder.

“An algae-bra.”

You laugh, your head feeling better. “It’s so bad Har.”

“Ah there’s my girl.” Harry said, pulling away, smiling at you. “I like it when you laugh.” He said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“So, scamming huh?” Harry asked you, sitting beside you.

You sighed through your nose. “Before you call me unethical, I only do that to men who cheat on their wives, it’s easier that way.” You said looking up.

“Well, at least someone’s maintaining the justice system.” Harry chuckled.

“How’s Blair?” You asked him.

“Not as bad as you, she doesn’t have a black eye like you. She’s healing and she’s decided not to press charges.” Harry replied.

“Thank God.” You sighed in relief.

“You wanted Jason to hit you, didn’t you?” Harry looked at you, asking you the question you knew he would.

“Yeah.” You mumbled quietly.

“Why?”

“Because everyone at school calls me a lowlife, scum and what not. It angers me. It makes me want to scream and yell and shout. The only way I escape that anger is when I’m sleeping.”

“So that’s why you wanted him to hit you. To escape.”

“Is that so wrong?”

“No, it’s not but don’t do it again. I won’t let it happen again.”

“Okay.”

You scoot closer to Harry, placing your head on his shoulder and holding his hand. You felt safe. You felt happy. You felt at home.

“Y/N?” He called out your name. You look at him, the moonlight illuminating the crests of his cheekbones. You bring a hand up to trace them.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask him.

“You beat me to it.” Harry said, smiling at you.

He suddenly took your face in his hands and kissed you. He kissed you long and hard, like a man starving for food. The bubble in your chest exploded. The world around you suddenly didn’t matter. A mosaic of sensation exploded around you as you kept on kissing him, your hands travelling around every inch of his body, savouring him slowly.

Harry pulled away, kissing the inside of your wrists, your neck and then your nose.

“No matter what happens Y/N, I’ll always be here for you. No matter what the world says. You can trust me and I swear on my life, I won’t hurt you.” Harry told you. You felt your eyes burn again. “Stop making me cry so much.” You half chuckled.

“Great, I still have to ask if you’ll date me. I reckon that’ll make you cry more.” Harry said.

You squealed in happiness, tackling him down the bench as you both fell to the ground. You kissed him long and hard.

“Yes Harry. Yes”

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Any chance for something where the reader is acting bratty because they don’t feel like they deserve the nice treatment they’re given please? With any of the Bat Boys (I love your writing sm!!!)

“would you stop being such a fucking brat and get your ass inside?”

you’ve never seen him this angry before, not at you. his jaw was clenched tightly, and for a moment you worried he would brake a tooth. his fists were balled up snuggly to his sides, a habit he had whenever he became irritated.

but what really made you realize that you were in big shit, was the way he looked at you.

his eyes were cold, icey and held no warm undertone to them. his usual stoic expression took over his face, only now accompanied by a rather tightly locked jaw.

“now.”

you scoffed at him, ignoring the fear that lingered inside of your stomach.

it was azriel, your azriel. he wouldn’t hurt you no matter how angry he got. he was set on protecting you, every minute of every hour of every day. he certainly wasn’t going to stop that now just because you’ve chose to ignore him.

“make me.”

his eyebrows shut up, but not in surprise— but infliction.

“make you?”

you nodded proudly, doubting that he’d even try to force something upon you.

he scoffed this time, a small smirk appearing for just a split second before disappearing.

“princess, i’m not sure that you want me to take you up to that.”

“try me.”

he wasn’t in the mood for games today, especially yours. all week long he had been watching you dance around his kind actions, dismissing them by acting out. he had plenty of brats before, but you were by far the worst he’s ever encountered.

“no.”

you quirked a brow at him. “no?”

he took a step toward you, his wings tucking themselves in behind him. he wasn’t going anywhere except inside anytime soon, his body exhausted from both a tough training today and your attitude.

“i’m not playing your twisted games with you, y/n. you’re coming inside and that’s settled.“

you shook your head. “no, i’m not.”

a frustrated groan left his lips. “so, you want to just stay out here all night? i’m sure you’re tired from watching me fight all day, and you haven’t had anything to eat so just please, come in with me.”

he sounded as if he was pleading at you, begging you to accompany him in the home the two of you shared with nesta and cassian.

you wanted to say yes, throw yourself in his strong arms and let him carry you to bed and kiss you all over. beg him to feed you, set you in his lap as he cut up your food and fed it to you, just like he did this morning. for him to take a soothing bath with you, rubbing your tense muscles even though he was the one who had worked hard all day.

but a very strong piece of you stopped you from allowing him to spoil you.

you felt so undeserving of everything he gave you, like he was unhappy. someone like you; different— didn’t deserve his kind affection and sweet gestures.

it was complicated, you couldn’t figure out what it was that pulled you back, but it certainly was a strong force that hated to be reckoned with. perhaps it was your looks, you always did hate those. your plushy stomach, rolls, slightly baggy arms, stretch marks littered every where….

you knew it had to be that.

and he was right, you were awfully tired. all you wanted to do was curl up in bed next to him and fall asleep in his big arms.

“come on, baby. lets just please go in.” he seemed calm now, and his face had soften just a tad bit as he outstretched a hand.

you were awfully tired..

you had your own shit to deal with regarding him, but you decided that tonight was not the night and definitely not out here.

you were beginning to shiver with the night air, goosebumps arising on your skin as your teeth began to clatter.

azriel, being the spy he is, noticed instantly.

“see? you’re already shivering, let’s just go. i’ll warm you up.”

you had no idea where you’d even stay if you didn’t go inside. you hadn’t thought that far into the night, only that you were fed up with him pretending to love you. you could feel your tongue beginning to beg to speak, to tell him off, and you weren't sure how long you could bite it.

his hand was outstretched to you, pleading for you to take it. your eyes traced the lines of his scars subtly, as you tried your best to keep your words at bay.

he sighed deeply, impatient with you. his body ached and he wanted nothing more than to bathe with you and call it a day. to wake in the morning with you in his bed and kiss you. to spend all day tomorrow doing nothing but holding eachother. he looked forward to nothing more than that. for the early morning scent of you, the little groans that leave your lips when you stretch your limbs for the first time, the soft smile you give him every time he wakes up. oh, how he longed for it all.

if only you'd stop being such a brat and allow him of these things.

before you could control yourself, your rage had gotten the best of you.

"why are you so nice to me? just stop pretending that you care, because there's no point. i can see right through you, azriel. i can tell that you're pretending to actually love me-"

"what the fuck are you talking about?" he interrupted, a deep furrow in his brow as he starred at you in dissaproval.

you scoffed. "don't play dumb with me."

"you stop playing dumb with me." he shifted his feet slightly, ready to set you straight. "listen, no one tells me who i do or don't love, not even you. i do not know where you have gotten this foolish idea of yours, but it's wrong. very wrong." he scolded.

you went silent, waiting for some snarky comment to pop into your head, another argument to arise; but it never came.

another sigh left his lips, this time soft. "i love you, more than anything, and i'm very aware of how you think of yourself, which is why is try so hard to make you believe that you are worthy."

the night sky became darker, any form of natural light washed away now.

"now, please, we can talk in out when we get inside. i can tell that you're cold and i'm exhausted."

you finally took his hand as he held it out once more, deciding that it would be better to hear him from the warmth of the home. before the two of you entered the house silently, he mumbled something to you.

"i worship the ground you walk on, my love."

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