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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 🌌
𝑩𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
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Rhysand
You and Rhysand have been known each other since you were babies. Your mother was best friends with his, and ever since then, you have been inseparable.
As the years passed by, you started developing feelings for him, feelings you'd never thought you'd have for Rhysand because all you were to him and all he was to you, was a best friend. But you couldn't deny the fact that throughout the years, every moment with him, all the laughter you shared together, all the sleepless nights you spent on the balcony, counting the falling stars, made you realize just how much you loved him. And just like that, you realized you were in love with him.
But what you didn't know was that Rhysand felt the same way. Every time you two were together, he felt like he couldn't breath properly. It all happened one solstice, you two were far away fro the crowd wanting to spend some quality time together. You were dancing, singing and having fum on your own. And when the statfall happened, his eyes were glued on you only. He was looking at you as if you one of stars that are falling from the sky, and you landed right next to him. That was one of his favorite moments, and it was specifically the one that he was sure he lost his heart to you.
One night as Rhys laid on his bed ready to sleep, he thought of you. He took a deeb breath and exhaled, trying to find a way to sleep. But he knew it was impossible knowing that you were a room away. He turned on his side and closed his eyes. But then he felt something changing in the atmosphere. He felt like something had knocked a breath out of him and he gasped standing up immediately. Rhys touched his chest feeling his heart beating fast, and he tried to calm himself down. Without spending a second more in his room, Rhys opened the door and started walking straight to your room but before he could knock on your door, you opened it fast. You looked like you jumped through hoops.
"You..." Rhys whispered and took a step closer to you slowly. You were panting, looking like you jumped through hoops.
" Rhys...my mate" your eyes welled up with tears and smiled so wide, that your cheeks were hurting. When Rhys heard you calling him your mate, he chuckled not believing you said these words and cupped your face in his hands.
"My mate" he growled and gave you a deep, love-filled kiss that swept you off your feet. His hands went to your waist and pulled you closer, his warmth enveloping you.
"What's all the fuss about I need to slee- oh" Cassian smirked as his eyes fell on you and Rhys. And then his whole expression into a shocking one. "OH! I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU TWO WERE MATES!" He was ready to approach you but stopped in his tracks once he saw Rhys hard expression.
"Don't you dare take a step closer Cassian" he said in a serious, dark voice that gave you shivers and made your legs wobble.
Rhus turned to you and took you in his arms in a bridal style.
"Well guess I'll see you two after a month. Or more"he laughed as Rhus winnowed you to the wind house.
Cassian
Lately everything looked dull to Cassian. Even though he was the life of the party, he recently had become less and less energetic. He felt weird. Watching all these people around him every time he went out being with their other half, made him longing for something like this.
It was late and Cassian wasn't in the mood to rest or talk to anyone at the moment, so he thought it would be best of he took a walk through the beautiful and bright streets of Velaris. When he came across the bar he usually goes with Rhys and Az, he was skeptical about going. Another night getting drunk wouldn't do him any good actually. When he decided to turn around and continue with his walk, a shorter than him figure pumped into him. He heard a small yelp and he instantly made sure that the person wouldn't fall by grabbing them by the shoulders. The girl in front him had her head down, mumbling a few sorrys and once she looked up at him, his breath got caught in his throat. You were so beautiful. He kept staring at you and slowly stepped back.
"I'm so sorry I-"
"It's fine I'm fine a-are you ok? Are you hurt?" He voice was shaking and he wanted to slap himself for that.
You smiled and shook your head.
"Nope I'm good. I'm Y/N"
"Y/N" Cassian whispered, repeating your name. It felt like a sweet nectar rolling down his tongue when he said it.
"Ah...I'm Cassian" He smiled widely and moved closer.
"Nice to meet you! I should go cause I'm in a hurry but I hope to see you again soon!" You said and walked away, looking back one last time.
"Yeah sure bye" he waved and watched you walk away. He wanted to go with you. He didn't care where you went but on thing he knew is that he wanted to be with you. That night when he returned home, he didn't sleep at all. His thoughts were constantly on you.
Ever since that day he made sure to go for a walk every night, with the expectation of seeing you again. And even though he never had the chance to mee you with you yet, he wouldn't give up thay easily.
"Hey Cassian, how about we go for a drink?" Rhys suggested.
"Ah that would be great but I think I'll pass. I thought about going for walk. You know, it's refreshing especially after practicing for hours"
"Whay is up with you lately? Oh don't tell me, is there a woman? Who is it?" Az asked smirking at his brother.
"No nope no woman just me enjoying the chilly fresh air of Velaris anywaysgottago" he said and left Rhys office and his brothers stood there, laughing at his reaction.
Cassian was standing outside the bar, hoping to caught a glimpse of you somewhere in the crowd of the people who passed by. To his disappointment, you were nowhere to be seen and groaned to himself as he took a turn to leave.
"Cassian!" His head whipped up so fast and turned to your direction. There you were. Seeing your beautiful smile after all these days, was the greatest thing to witness. The moment you started walking towards him, something inside him snapped. And he could tell by your expression that you felt it too. You just stood there with your eyes widened. He felt his body shaking and was unable to make a move.
Nothing mattered at the moment. It was just him and you. The bond had finally snapped. And the most unbelievable and extraordinary thing ever, was that you were his mate. You are his other half. You are his everything. You.
He wasted no more time. He ran up to you and swooped you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his arms and held him tightly against you. You both started laughing from happiness and when you pulled away from the hug, and leaned in for a kiss. A kiss you both needed more than you thought. Cassian cradled your head and kissed you deeper. He couldn't break away. You couldn't break way.
After a few minutes you pulled away and Cassian looked at you.
"Look at you, my mate. My" he placed a small kiss on your nose "mate" and then another one on your lips again. You giggled and hugged him tight.
"How about we go somewhere with less crowd watching?" You whispered. Cassian didn't look away from your eyes once and said:
"Let them look. I'm the happiest male in Velaris right now." He murmured and sweetly kissed your forehead.
Azriel
His eyes followed your figure carefully. He was captivated by you the moment he stepped foot in the library 2 months ago and saw you reading a book on a table close to the window. He can't really explain what was it that made him want to get to know you but he couldn't help it because he was already intrigued by you. He was sitting on a table a little bit further from yours, and looked your way every now and then. He was now watching you placing the book you've been reading for the past hour back on the shelf, and when you turned around you eyes met. You looked at him with a blushed face since you caught him staring, and hesitantly waved at him.
His eyes widened slightly and cleared his throat standing up from his position. He avoided your gaze at all costs and left the library without glancing once behind him.
The moment he stepped outside he inhaled and exhaled a long breath, trying to take his mind off you. He closed his eyes and yet he could still see your beautiful eyes looking back at him the moment your eyes met his. He opened them again and winnowed away, not wanting to stay any longer here.
The next day he went to practice with Cass, wanting to release some tension and then go help Rhys with some things regarding the court's safety and more. Once he finished with all his tasks he was ready to go back to his room but his heart told him to do otherwise. And that's how he found himself standing outside the library's front door.
"What Am I even doing?" He murmured to himself and stepped inside. Clotho was in her usual position, behind the desk near the entrance and when she saw Azriel coming in, she raised her eyebrows. He awkwardly said hi amd went straight to an empty table. He sat down and rested his head in hos hands. The sound of soft footsteps making their way to him got his attention and when he lifted his head, his whole body got tensed.
"Hi" hearing your soft voice gave him goosebumps.
"Hi" he greeted back not wanting to seem rude and made way for you to sit.
You happily sat on your seat and opened your book. He wanted to get up and leave because being around made him so unusually nervous but he didn't find it in him to abandon you juse like that, so he kept himself busy by staring out the window. And though you were invested in the book you chose, you couldn't help but throwing a few glances at the shadowsinger from time to time. Azriel feeling your stare, he turned his head to your direction and your eyes locked. As you kept staring at each other, not being able to say or do anything more something spectacularly beautiful happened.
The bond locked into place. Nothing else could be heard at that moment but the sound of your hearts beating loud. Azriel was puzzled. You scooted a little closer to him and slowly reached out to grab his hand. The shadow singer's breath hitched the moment he felt your lips on his palm, leaving a soft kiss.
"Can't believe you finally felt it" your hand caressed his face gently. Wait what?
"You knew?! Since when?" He whispered and leaned closer.
"Since the moment I saw you returning a book you borrowed which was, 2 months ago" your little laugh filled his heart with happiness. He chuckled not being able to comprehend what just happened.
"We're mates" Azriel said smiling.
"We're mates!" You nodded and laughed at how happy you were right now.
You just stayed there just holding each other's hands, but Azriel's eyes went to your lips. There was so much tension between you already and he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to feel you. Taste you.
He instinctively ran his thump over the soft flesh of your lips, making you quiver. He knew what he was doing.
He leaned forward a fraction ready to capture your lips in a kiss but he slightly pulled back.
"Do you want this?"
"More than you can imagine"
Azriel then started sliding his hand in your hair slowly and then brought your face closer. Once his lips touched yours, he felt like melting.
In all his life, all he did was to avoid beautiful things in fear of breaking them. But you changed that entirely for him. You made him feel lovable and unique with just one look. One touch. And he knew he had finally found his purpose in life after so long.
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Long Way Home [Part II]
[Azriel x Reader fanfic]
Synopsis: Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?
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Read Part 1 here.
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Part II
I started noticing that I got stared at more than usual whenever I came to visit father. Apparently, he had proudly told everyone who came to be treated that his daughter now studied in the House of the Wind and worked for the High Lord himself. I was happy to see him happy, but at the same time embarrassed when I was in the spotlight of attention.
In my most recent visit, there were only a few patients to take care of, and none to stay the night in the infirmary room. Father cooked a deliciously smelling vegetable soup with mouth watering garlic bread for dinner. We carried the food along with a bottle of homemade wine to the terrace of our building. We did this often, sitting under the magnificent sky of the City of Starlight. It kind of became our ritual after mother died, where after all the eating and drinking, I'd lie down with my head on father's lap like I used to do as a small child, and he narrated stories of her.
Our family history was a bit strange. My father was a proud, handsome descendant of the Illyrians, but my mother had been a high fae from the Summer Court. I've heard that most of my ancestors' pairing is similar to that.
Your mother, she had this alluring green eyes, the colour which you see in the depths of a still pond, never letting go once you are pulled into. I can still see how the soft wind caressed her pinkish hair against her skin. He loved to describe her, and repeated over and over again the story of how they met.
The story of how she died was only told once, and he never repeated it again. When I had been two years old, mother was pregnant with my sister. There was an internal bleeding which didn't stop, and sadly, both mother and child succumbed to it.
According to one of my neighbours, father was completely devastated after her death. He even stopped selling his services for a while. He didn't talk to anyone and sulked alone, which was completely opposite to his usual extrovert nature. I don't remember any of this, though. Even with sadness in his heart, he never forgot that he had a living daughter and my childhood was full of happy memories.
Well, mostly.
That night, he was telling me the story of how he used to paint my mother's toenails with colour when she was pregnant and couldn't do it herself—his personal favourite which I listened to every time like I was hearing it for the first time—when a shadow flew across the starry sky and landed in front of us.
It was Azriel.
I pushed myself into a sitting position, squinting at the cloth wrapped parcel which he held in both hands. When my father stood up to greet him, he extended it forward.
"Greetings, sir. The High Lord and Lady send their compliments," he then turned to me. "Hello, y/n."
I nodded while father conveyed his thanks and accepted the parcel. Azriel was about to leave right then, but father insisted on him having dinner before he did so. He hesitated, his gaze dropping at our empty dining plates and wine bottle, but eventually agreed. They went down the stairs into the warmth of the kitchen and I followed.
Father was already making cheery conversation, and Azriel joined after a while. They knew some mutual fae and some members of the Illyrian clan, and began having an earnest discussion.
Azriel was ushered to sit while I set the table and father heated up the food. He always made extra portions because someone could unexpectedly stopped by for a chat and had to be welcomed with delicious food every time. While Azriel ate and they talked, I silently listened from a chair nearby. I felt the familiar squeezing ache in my chest as I watched them, because I could tell that Azriel was not humouring my father out of mere politeness and genuinely wanted to converse. He was never like that with me in the few months I've spent in the House.
I felt prickling behind my eyes, and I excused myself to my room before it turned into tears. Once underneath my warm covers, I let the tears fall and fell into a tired slumber.
I was jerked back into consciousness when I heard the sound of my bedroom door being opened. My eyes were swollen shut from all the crying and I had to fight to open them a bit and see who came in.
It was father. He sat on the side of my bed and gently caressed my hair, noticing that I was awake.
"Azriel left just now. We talked for a long time."
I closed my eyes and sighed, trying very hard not to cry again. "Hmm."
"Has he hurt you?" He asked, his voice low.
I blinked open my eyes in confusion. "Who?"
"Azriel."
I scoffed and shook my head. "I don't even know him that well to be hurt, papa."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's why you cried yourself to sleep, huh?"
I bit the inside of my cheek, not answering. He knew everything anyway.
He stood up and fetched a cold compress for my eyes. I felt fresh tears threatening to spill, and pushed the compress deeper onto my eyelids.
"Does he have a mate already?"
"No. It doesn't matter. They'll feel the bond towards each other soon, anyway. The High Lady's sister might be the one."
"I see."
He was silent for a while. The swelling eased down and I could open my eyes wider. When the compress wasn't so cold anymore, I put it on the nightstand and wriggled back to a comfortable position. Father gently patted my head in a rhythm to help me sleep.
"You'll find a deserving mate too, don't worry," he whispered. "A heart has to eventually find its home."
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Read Part 3 here.
This fanfic can also be found in Wattpad, along with other exclusive parts like playlists and pictures. Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/358573037-long-way-home
Happy reading! <3
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Truth or Dare
Warning(s): implied smut, alcohol use
Pairing(s): implied azriel x reader
A/N: This is just a dumb little Drabble because I felt like writing something short and sweet. Just a lighthearted filler~fluff piece.
“You got to be absolutely fucking with me right now.” Mor said, taking another sip of the bright blue liquid swirling in her glass. You rolled your eyes at her, and slid your own liquor filled glass away from yourself. You’re not sure why you even bother going to Rita’s. It always leads to you over-drinking and over-sharing.
“I’m absolutely not.” You said, stifling a laugh, determined to defend your truthfulness, if nothing else.
“How was it?” She asked.
“How was what?” Cassian asked, sliding into the booth next to the blonde-haired beauty. Your cheeks flushed, and you looked at her pointed, willing her not to tell the truth.
Mor giggled, “(Y/N) slept with-”
You kicked her shin beneath the table, causing her to yelp.
“A new blanket last night! It was nice!” You finished hastily.
“Now I know you’re lying.” Cassian grinned.
You stood up, downed the rest of the drink, ignoring the heat in your face.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the music!” You lied, yelling exaggeratedly. “Rhys asked me to dance. Gotta go!” You said, grabbing the High Lord’s arm as he approached the table. You practically dragged the incredibly confused Violet-eyed male to the dance floor.
“What in the name of the Mother was that!” He huffed indignantly, as you lead him through the crowd.
“Your dear cousin doesn’t know how to keep her mouth closed,” you said, making him laugh.
“Is this about you sleeping with Azriel!?” He asked, quirking a brow.
“How did you know!?” You sputtered out, glancing back at your friend at the table. He shrugged casually, turning to order a drink at the bar.
“A game of truth a dare,” he said turning back to you, drink in hand, a feline smirk on his face.
“Azriel told you… during a game of truth or dare?” He nodded, sipping his drink.
“Does everyone know?”
“Just Mor. And me and Cassian.” You groaned. Cassian was such a busybody. Everyone had to know.
“And?”
“That’s it. Cassian did ask how it was, though.” He said, snickering behind his glass.
You huffed dramatically.
“I hate you all.” You declared.
“But you’ll hate me the least,” Rhys said.
“And why’s that?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Because,” he took a printed sip of his drink, “he chose ‘Dare’ next. And I dared him to do it again.”
The High Lord grinned.
“Where is Azriel now?” You asked, your eyes wide, and your cheeks flushed.
“The House of Wind.”
You ignored Rhysand’s laughter as you winnowed away.
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Dirty Work
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Anon Request: ok, but my mind is exploding thinking of Az and reader in a sauna with obscenity. if you have time and in order to do it (of course), I would LOVE to read it 🤍🤍🤍🫂 thanks in advance ♡
Warnings: SMUT.
Word Count: 1,175
Notes: In the mood because I designed a bat boys in the birchin postcard 😂🥵
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I’m sending in your prize. Enjoy yourself, brother.
His brows furrow with confusion. Azriel thought that Cassian and Rhysand had left to retrieve more coals for the birchin. He should’ve known those two had ulterior motives as soon as they suggested going together with matching grins slashing across their faces.
But all skepticism of what they could be sending in is lost when you slink into the steaming room, a light robe covering your otherwise nude body.
The silk leaves little to the imagination, not that he’d have to imagine your curves, he’s seen you naked more times than he’s seen you clothed.
“Hello, Champion,” you greet with a sultry smile. It shouldn’t have any effect on him but his head doops back at the name and he groans softly as his cock twitches at the low taunt clear in your voice.
“(Y/N), what are you doing here, Love?” he asks, not that he’s complaining, he’s just a curious bat.
You waste no time in disrobing, letting the soft cloth fall to the damp ground at your feet. Azriel is more alert now, sitting up straighter as you prowl closer, straddling the winged male, a teasing grin aimed up at him as your already wet cunt brushes against his interested cock.
“Rhys told me you were a bit lonely,” you answer, winding your arms around his neck to play with the wet hair at the nape of his neck. He’s already panting and you smile amusedly, thinking of how out of breath he’ll be soon if this is him now. His own hands settle on your hips, smoothing over the soft skin with his thumb. “And that you won the snowball fight.”
“I did,” he hums, golden eyes bright under his slightly dropped eyelids. “Kicked their asses, actually.” Azriel pinches one of your cheeks playfully as he says the word but hisses when you squeal and jerk, rubbing against his hard length.
“Sorry,” you reply breathily, but swirl your hips again, chasing the feeling of his smooth cock rubbing through your slick folds.
“Fuck,” he mutters, snaking a hand around the back of your head to pull you down to meet him in a passionate kiss.
It’s all tongue and teeth, hotter due to the steamy room. You’re already dewey with sweat, and your body slides against his easily as you press your breasts up into his chest, arching into him as his hand trails lightly down your spine and back up again.
You release a breathy moan as he moves down your neck, brushing the dampened hair away as he goes, latching onto your breast and running his tongue around and over your pert nipple like a chase.
“Az,” you sigh as his other hand snakes around your front to play with the other one. It’s all so good and you snake your hand down to tug at his silky smooth cock, earning a choked groan and teeth to your nipple in response.
Gasping, Azriel’s head falls from your breast and he’s staring up at you with a lust fuelled look that makes you shiver, cunt clenching around nothing. You’re so wet, you can feel your slick dripping onto his thick thighs below you and you whine, causing the shadowsinger’s smirk to quirk even higher.
His smile falters as he watches the cruel, wicked grin contouring your mouth. It’s taken you a moment to realize, but you’re fully in charge right now, sitting atop his lap with his cock in your hand, the other tangled in his hair. Something hot twists in your gut at the realization and you waste no time lining up his cock with your cunt before you settle down onto it, hips meeting his.
The both of your moans twining around each other like his shadows, camouflaged by the thick mist.
His hands grip your waist, guiding you up and down on his thick length while he watches you having the ride of your life. Enjoying your prize? A voice purrs into his mind and he snaps his shields up tight. His wings flare wide at the fleeting thought of one of his brothers walking in on the two of you and a primitive growl threatens to escape his throat, but Azriel holds you tighter and grits his teeth, pushing the thought from his mind.
“That’s it, (Y/N). Just like that,” he exhales harshly as you bob on top of him, head thrown back on your shoulders wildly, the creamy skin of your throat and bare breasts exposed for him.
Azriel seizes the moment, leaning forward to lick a fat stripe up the center of your body, wherever he can reach. Your skin is salty and the scent that is purely you is nearly overwhelming, he can’t help himself but to plant his feet and buck up into you with abandon.
The feeling has you melting into him, falling forward to crash your lips together, giving in and going plaint in his grip as he jackknifes into you. He doesn’t break the kiss nor does he pull out as he gently moves you around, lying you on the damp wood as he continues to fuck into you.
“Az,” you cry out against his mouth, clawing down his sides when he pushes in at a new angle. The hard wood is rough against your skin and the combination of Azriel rutting into you mixed with the heat of the birchin is making it hard to breathe in the best way.
You let your eyes roll into the back of your head, urging him on with your keens and begs he helps you topple over into the oblivion that is your orgasm, skilled fingers flicking against your cunt as you clench tightly around him, stars appearing in your eyes as you gasp for breath.
“Gods, (Y/N),” he comes with a guttural groan of his own, working the both of you through your orgasms, each jerk of his hips has you sliding up the wood uncomfortably now that your head has cleared a bit, accidentally letting that feeling leak across the bond.
He lifts you immediately into his arms, nuzzling into your neck. You can feel his rapid heartbeat from where his chest is pressed up against yours, and you wrap your arms around his hips and rest your head against his, sighing in thanks.
“That was new,” he comments after a few minutes and you hum in agreement as he slips from your cunt. He captures your whine with his mouth and you return the sensual and soft kiss. Your bodies are slick with sweat, sliding against each other and the feel of his taut muscles against your skin makes you shiver with pleasure as you imagine rubbing yourself across each ripple of muscle.
“What?” he asks, amused, but he’s wondering how you’re already so worked up for a second round when he’s done nothing but hug you close. Whatever it is, it’s definitely boosting his ego.
Winning the annual snowball fight and having his pretty mate wrapped around him in the same night? He couldn’t get any luckier.
Well, maybe by the way your arousal is intoxicating him, he might just be even more blessed.
“Nothing,” you purr, pushing back the wet hair from his gleaming eyes.
“Whatever you say, Love,” he responds cheekily, knowingly.
You laugh with him before leaning down to whisper to him an offer he can’t refuse, “If you take me home, I’ll show you another new trick.”
He doesn’t waste any time, and all that’s left to show that you two were in the birchin is your robe crumpled on the floor, soaked.
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~ A voyage come to rest ~
Summary: Y/N returns home after a long voyage outside the borders of Prythian.
Warnings: None
Word count: 688
Tightening her leathers, Y/N made sure to double check her leather bag. Counting up her daggers and medical equipment she smiled slightly to herself as the ship slowly made it ever the closer to land; to Prythina. A high and mighty voice caught her attention as the ship crew quickly sprang into action, adjusting the sails as the wind shifted. It seemed to have gotten stronger the closer they approached land, stronger and more unpredictable. The sea was merciless, it didn’t care for anyone who took to sailing the ocean. It had a soul of its own.
Y/N grabbed the rail with a steady grip as the ship tried weave through the ocean waves. The sun stood high and mighty in the sky, and Y/N didn’t want to spend a second inside the ship. Her tan was prominent and her hair had gotten a bit lighter thanks to the exposure to the sun. Her travel across the sea had made her love the open sea, her heart had opened up for the people she met on her travels. The high lord of the Night Court had sent her out with a small crew to help with upcoming conflicts across the sea.
Their travels entirely depended on the sea and wind. Their departure from Prythian had been as smooth as it could have been, the rest of their voyage had not been kind, and as such their travels had stretched on for longer than predicted, everything had depended on the emotions of the sea and the goddess in the sky. Stormy weathers had keept them ashore for sometimes longer than they had wished. After a full year she would finally be able to rest her eyes on Velaris again, and on her mate.
Upon leaving they had come to an agreement, they would close off their bond so they could solely focus on their own work. The distance between them would consume their energy if they would try to keep a connection. They would only open the bond if one of them were to find themselves in absolut danger.
Her smile widened as she thought of him, her cheeks warmed from not only the sun. She felt like her younger self in that moment, deathly in love with the Shadowsinger, keeping her love for him a secret. Y/N opened up her bond for the first time in a year, she was glad she held onto the railing as a wave of emotion hit her all at once. It was everything Azriel had sent down the bond at the times he had opened it up, hoping for her being there. Pain shot through her chest at the guilt of never opening up the bond once during her voyage. The thought of him always being met with the deathly silence from her side made her chest ache. She took a breath as she called out for him "Azriel, are you there?".
Her heart sang as he tugged harley on the bond that was now open. "Are you hurt? Where are you?'".
"Nearing land, would you be a kind batboy and pick up your maiden from the ship?’"
A loud and cheerful laugh could be felt through the bond and Y/N smiled as she could envision Azriel in her mind. "On my way, don’t move".
"Where would I go? Into the sea?’"
‘'One never knows, desperation makes one do stupid and reckless things".
Her gaze locked unto the sky and then shifted to look towards land, there she saw Azriel flying with a great speed towards the ship. ’’We got a big seagull incoming crew, better watch your heads’’ Mariza the captain shouted with a smile on her lips as she too had spotted the Shadowsinger.
Azriel came down upon them in a sweep of shadow and wind, he had landed before y/n with a feral smile upon his lips. His smile reached up to his eyes as he locked eyes with her, "Ready to go home my love?"
"I'm home, you are my home Azriel, wherever we may go, you will always be my home".
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Can you do a major sub azriel?
Would You Like to Play Tonight?
Azriel x Reader, Sub!Azriel
word count: 1.3k
anon, all you had to do was ask. YES. omg a thousand times yes i love writing sub!az you have no idea. (if you're looking for more sub!az after this, you can also check out "Something New" from my Azris Week fics!)
ANYWAY, i really hope you like it!! its not my best work, but not my worst either!
WARNING: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI. 18+
(Bondage, slight Dom/Sub relationship, begging, overstim and orgasm denial)
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I smirked wide as Azriel came into the bedroom at last. He paused when he saw me, obviously blown away by the sight of his mate in a set of fancy red lingerie.
“Welcome back home baby,” I cooed.
Azriel’s jaw dropped open as I sat up, arching my back perfectly so he could see the cleavage on my chest. He tried to close it, but looked to be at a loss for words.
“Come here,” I ordered, patting the space on the bed beside me. “And take off your shoes and shirt.”
He moved faster than lightning, untying his boots and throwing them haphazardly to the side and then tearing his leathers and shirt off quickly, moving toward the bed quickly. He lifted his leg to climb on, but I put my head up looking at him.
He paused, staring at me with a desperate sort of look. I glanced down at his thigh where his weapons still glinted.
“No weapons in bed, Azriel,” I chastised.
Azriel looked down as if he only just realized he still had Truth-Teller and a barrage of other weapons still on him. Then he quickly began unbuckling them and setting them on his dresser, and then climbed on the bed, laying on his side before me, gazing down at my chest with his eyes wide.
“Would you like to play tonight, Az?” I asked, putting a hand around his head to thread my fingers into the hair on the back of his skull.
He swallowed and answered roughly, “Please.”
I grinned and then turned to climb on top of him, letting him shift his wings behind him. “Are you going to be a good boy?”
He nodded, his mouth halfway open as he looked up at me with pupils that were blown wide open with arousal. The scent in the air was intoxicating.
“Ah,” I said, sharpening my tone and putting a hand on his chest. “You know you have to answer me aloud.”
“Yes, mistress,” Azriel answered, looking up at me with awe in his gaze. “I’ll be a good boy.”
I chuckled, grinning wildly. I loved the control I had over this male. “Good,” I praised. “Now put your hands toward the bed frame.”
I climbed off of him to reach into the first drawer of the bedside table, grabbing the silken rope we had stored there for all of our fun. Azriel had obeyed of course. He didn’t want to try and anger his mistress so early into the game. If he was going to break a rule, he would have to wait until I was more… susceptible to giving in.
I expertly tied his wrists together, and then to the bed frame. Azriel had taught me the knots himself. The male pulled experimentally at the binds, and with him distracted for that split second, I dived down to kiss him hard.
He whimpered into my mouth, readily opening up and letting me explore his mouth with my tongue. Even if I already had it memorized, it still felt incredibly good to have trained him so well. To give in so easily to every touch.
I pulled away after a few seconds of reveling in his soft lips and grinned as he whimpered again, his eyes flickering open to silently beg for more.
“What do you want, baby?” I asked.
“Please touch me,” he begged. “I’ve been good.”
I hummed, sitting up so that my ass rested right on the obvious erection in his pants. “I suppose you have been quite good,” I mused. I felt his hips twitch under me in the smallest attempt to try and relieve the ache likely pulsing under me. “How would you like to be touched? Do you want my mouth on you? My hands?”
“Your mouth, please,” Azriel answered.
“You’ve learned since last time,” I noted. Last time, he kept forgetting to add the world ‘please’ onto his requests. He was doing so much better. “I suppose I should give you a reward for that.”
Azriel looked hopeful at that.
“Alright,” I allowed, and shifted further down the bed. “Lift your hips for me, love.”
Azriel obeyed immediately, pushing his hips up off the bed so I could pull his pants and underwear off them and then helpfully pulled both feet out of his pants so I could throw the clothing off the side of the bed.
I focused my attention on his hips then, seeing his weeping cock settled against his abs.
“Aw,” I cooed. “You look so needy like this, Azriel. So desperate for me.”
Azriel looked down at me, only further solidifying what I’d said with the desire shining in his eyes.
I seductively leaned down, making sure to give my mate a good show of my cleavage as I put a hand around his dick and lifted it up toward my mouth to kitten-lick at the tip.
He whimpered, tugging at his bindings again.
“Stay still,” I ordered and took the tip into my mouth, sucking hard. Azriel let out a low moan at the feeling, his muscles tensing to hold himself back from thrusting into my mouth like I knew he wanted to.
I took him deeper by increments, stretching my own throat out and focusing on my breathing to give my mate as much overwhelming pleasure as possible. His moans were music to my ears.
When I heard his noises getting higher pitched, a tell-tale sign of him getting close, I pulled back, causing a loud whine to erupt from his lips.
“Aw,” I cooed. “Were you close?”
He nodded, a tear sliding down his cheek. “Please,” he begged. “Please.”
“Oh baby…” I said softly, running a hand up his body to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch, looking so desperate. It was like a drug I was addicted to. I just needed more of that look. “Your mistress wants you to come inside of her tonight. So you’re going to be a good boy for me and wait until I give you permission.”
Azriel whimpered.
“Are you going to listen?” I asked, sliding up his body again to straddle his hips and slide his cock between my legs, catching on the wet fabric of my panties. Oh, my pleasure didn’t matter when I could make Azriel like this after a hard day of being spymaster.
“Yes, mistress. I’ll be a good boy,” Azriel managed to get out through his heavy breathing.
“Then let your mistress tease you like she wants,” I growled and pulled off my panties and began running my wetness down his cock.
Azriel whined, high and needy.
I leaned down to nipple at his earlobe, and moved down to lick and suck at his neck.
“Will you let your mistress pet your wings?” I asked as I pulled back.
Azriel’s eyes widened and he whimpered, tugging at his restraints. “Please.”
Oh, music to my fucking ears.
I moved one of my hands to dance lightly down the humerus bone of his wing, going all the way up to the main joint and scratching gently at the skin around the claw.
Azriel moaned, baring his neck as he tilted his head back. I hummed as I saw him clench his jaw, pausing my movements. “Azriel,” I said.
He barely managed to lift his head to look at me.
“Would you rather hold your orgasm back or do you want me to let you?” I asked. “But I’m not stopping until I come.”
Azriel panted, blinking slowly, but didn’t reply.
I smirked at how undone he was. “Tell me, or I will choose for you,” I threatened. “And either way you’re going to beg for me.”
Azriel groaned. “Let me come,” he decided, his voice rough from the moaning. “Please, mistress.”
I smirked and immediately upon his decision, pressed roughly right into one of the sensitive places on his wings, eager to see him come undone.
Azriel jerked and then screamed as warm cum splashed onto both of us. I grinned and continued to touch his wings, not stopping even as he jerked in overstimulation.
“I’m nowhere near done with you,” I growled in his ear and reached back to angle him to slip inside of my cunt.
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Wings of Dusk pt. 10
AzrielxReader + HelionxReader
Warnings: abuse. War
I just wanted to thank everyone who's been patient with me. I've had two emergency surgeries and a death in my family so it's taken me second. I appreciate everyone support so much!!
“Cassain! Where is he Rhysand?” You had burst into the camps healing tent. It had been a month since the fight between you and Azriel. A month since you’d been Mated to Helion. Unfortunately for the two of you the wall had fallen the next day and since then there had been battle after battle. You didn’t have time to talk about it or let any one know and right now as you were standing soaked in blood waiting to see if Cassain was ok it was the furthest thing from your mind.
“He’s going to be ok Y/n’ it was then that Rhysand had actually looked at you. Soaked in blood your white leathers had turned crimson red a long time ago. There were bags under your eyes and dried blood in your hair. He didn’t know where the blood stopped and you begun. He knew that you were exhausted. You all were but he had watched you slash your way through half of Hyberns army. Knew that you were pulling more that your fair share of the force on the ground while him and his brothers took to the sky. He had watched you time and time again from the sky jump in front of your men ready to die for every single one of them but here you stood unharmed.
“Y/n you need to rest please” he hoped that you would listen because having you and Feyre out there fighting was too much. He couldn’t afford to loose anyone in his family but he had lost You and Feyre once and couldn’t… wouldn’t do it again. With Feyre he could always feel the bond know in a second if something was wrong. He couldn’t do the same for you at all. He could get Feyre to rest. Could plead with her to fall back and Feyre would always understand respect his worry. With you he couldn’t tell or ask you to do anything. If he told you to pull back you pushed forward. If he said take a break you’d work twice as hard. He didn’t know how to protect you because you wouldn’t let him or anyone.
“I’m fine Rhysand” hearing this Rhys got visibly agitated. His weight shifted from foot to foot. It took real effort on his part not to roll his eyes into the back of his head.
“You are not fine. None of us are fine but you haven’t taken more then 15 mins since the first battle. You need to take a break. I mean seriously y/n when was the last time you slept.?”
Your brother was right you were not fine but to be honest you didn’t know how to be. There was something about war…you couldn’t just sit and do nothing. Couldn’t sleep when you could be training or coming up with battle strategies. You couldn’t do nothing when your family…your men were risking their lives and could be dead any second. This was where everything you’d ever been taught came into play. Where years of insisted perfection paid off. Because anything less then perfection out on that battle field could cost you and somebody else there life. You were prepared to die every time you stepped out of your tent. Ready to give your life for anyone of your soldiers on that field.
“I know your worried about me brother. The same as I’m worried about you. But just as you can’t promise me you will live, I can’t promise you either. However I can keep the promise we made as children.” With that you had told Rhys to update you about Cassain, gave him a hug and exited the tent. You remembered back to that promise Rhys and you had made centuries ago. You remembered that night like it was a week ago.
“Father I think maybe it would be wiser not to involve Rhysand in this war.” You pleaded for your brothers safety to your father. You knew that you were walking a very dangerous line but you had to try. Hell your mother had even requested you to “talk some sense into your father” which of course she didn’t need to do she had asked while you were already on the way to his office. Whenever your family needed something from your father it was always you they would send. Like they knew you were the only one who could be in his presence that he wouldn’t immediately beat. This night was a strangely quiet night at your home.
“Absolutely not Y/n. He is my son he will fight. No matter how insistent you and your mother are.” your father was sitting at his desk he didn't offer you anymore than a glance. You could feel your nerves this kind of defiance was unlike you. Typically your defiance was classier. It could almost go undetected like a faint thread of manipulation hidden under a smile and a logical response. You were calculated in everything that you did...but not that night. That night you had only one rhys life on your mind.
“Of course father, my apologies I just thought that since he’s your next successor then-“ the room was tense, you kept your wings so tightly pressed against your back the pain had started to creep its way up your shoulders.
“Enough Y/N! Your brother will fight and if he can’t survive then it’s due to his own incompetence and failure!” Your fathers word stung. You didn’t know how he could care so much for you and not at all for your brother and sister. It was clear your father didn’t care if Rhys was ready to fight. Or even if he was given a better chance of survival. You could see on your fathers desk that he planned to place Rhysand right on the front lines. It was almost as if your father was trying to get your brother killed.
“At least keep him in the sky with Azriel and Cassian! They fight better together.” the second the words left your mouth you knew it would send him into a rage.
“Y/N you forget your place!” Your fathers voice boomed, He stood from his desk so fast you flinched on instinct. His voice so loud you were sure that it carried down the hall where your family was residing. But you had to continue, it wasn't an option not to make him change his mind. Otherwise your brother would pay the price.
“I’ll fight on the front lines in his place! Just please father.” You spit the words out as fast as you could before your father could throw you out.
“You can’t keep protecting that boy Y/n. One day that protection will cost you your life.”
That day you had left your fathers office with a black eye, a busted lip and a guaranteed death sentence on the front lines. You knew that he would retaliate by your lack of obedience but you couldn’t afford not to fight him. Not when the cost was your brother. For as long as you could remember you always protected your mother, sister, and brother. Had taken lashes, foul words, and their punishment so that they could have some sense of peace. Kept the true price for their safety as secret as you could. Glamoured the marks. Put on the mask of confidence and indifference.
Later that day your brother had come running into your room
“Y/N! I just talked to father and got my assignment and placement in the war effort. Get this he’s keeping me in the sky.. same fleet as Azriel and Cassian! I can’t believe it. Whats your assignment? Did he give you your own fleet to command or are somewhere higher. Maybe commander?” Rhys had ran in so quickly that you almost didn’t have time to glamour your face. But the second you saw the joy on his face all the pain washed away. like it did every single time. How many times had you hid the bruises and scars upon your body for your siblings... you couldn't keep track anymore but every time you saw their faces the pain or thought of telling them disappeared
“Umm I am on the front lines” You mustered every bit of confidence you had to try and calm Rhysands worry. You could tell if wasnt nearly enough as you watched your brother begin to panic and break down.
“What?!? No! Why would he do such a thing. I thought for certain he’d give you something. Of more importance! This is absurd. I’ll go talk to him! HE CANT… He JUST CANT-
“HE CAN. And He did. And YOU! Will not breathe one word of this to him. Do you understand?” You waited for Rhys to reply needed him to tell you he wouldn’t provoke your father further. But Rhys only stood there staring at you. So you walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders
“Do you understand Rhysand?” you meant it as a question but it came out more as a demand.
“yes I understand” he answered meekly you sighed a thank you to the Mother.
“Thank you.... And Rhys don’t argue with father. Do as he says and listen to his every command. Especially on that battle field.” Rhys only laughed and rolled his eye at your comment.
“Pfft come on Y/n, I know, I know.” Your brother laughed like you weren’t being serious. Like it was something you warned him of everyday. Which he wasn’t wrong but your father wouldn’t be as “forgiving” with Rhys now. He would actually expect Rhysand to perform otherwise it was his reputation that was put at risk.
“I’m serious Rhysand. Do not provoke him. Do not give him any reason to reprimand you. You need to be training everyday and not just till you’re tired like you do now. You need to practice until you’re perfect. He will expect you to be the epitome of perfection and wrath on the battle field.”
“Please I’m not you y/n he couldn’t give two shits about how I perform. I’ve worked my ass off trying to prove I could be worth his Time but no matter how “perfect” I perform, it all about you.” Rhysands words came with a bite. Underlined with jealousy. You wished your father cared for Rhys and your sister....more than anything. But if your ability to protect them meant they had to stay out of his eyesight you would fill this roll everytime.
“I won’t be around forever to protect you from him Rhys. This time he put me in the grunt position and you in the high seat. He’s not expecting me not to embarrass him. I’m expected to be dead before that fight begins. You will be the one who will have to be perfect for him because any weakness in you will make him look bad. You’re his trophy now not me. You will have to protect our sister and mother from him once I’m gone. DO NOT PROVOKE HIM ANYMORE. No more running out with Cassian and Az acting like children. He will take notice and I won’t be there to distract him.” You had never been so serious with Rhys before. Had never spoken to him with such aggression and demand for him to understand. But you needed him to understand because you could not protect him once you were gone. You had shielded him from this for a long as you could.
Rhys didn’t know what to do. He was shocked and scared. Like for the first time he got a glimpse of the pressure and weight that laid on your shoulders. Never thought about how much exactly you shielded him and your sister from. He knew that many times you were the difference between being beat and being sent to his room but had you given more for his protection then he thought? All of these things ran through his mind but what he couldn’t get over was how easily you had admitted you were going to die. How that was the last thing on your mind. But it was the biggest on his mind
“Do you really believe your going to die” Rhys tried to say without shedding a tear but it was clear that he was about to become a mess.
“Oh Rhys I- I will always be honest with you when you ask me something you know that….the truth is that it’s very likely almost impossible not to on the front line.”
“You can’t die out there y/n. Promise me you won’t die out there.” Rhysands voice cracked and tears streamed down his face.
“Rhys I can’t promise you that.” You couldn’t promise him you’d survive so you did the only thing you could do. you held him and for a while the two of you didn’t say anything. Accepting that the each of you could die very soon.
“I can’t promise you I’ll live. But I do promise that I will die fighting to stay alive for you. Can you promise me the same?
“I can. I promise y/n.” And just like that a tattoo formed on your body right behind your ear with a matching tattoo behind Rhys ear.
To this day it was the only tattoo on your body. You didn’t believe in promises did everything you could to avoid them actually but it was a promise that kept you and Rhys connected. A promise that reminded you of how your relationship with your brother used to be. How he used to look up to you and trusted you…. Now you were last person he’d trust to do his laundry. Just another hurdle in his life as High Lord.
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“Again! I want it perfect this time!” It had been 3 weeks since Cassian was injured and thank the Mother he was back on his feet. Rhysand had asked you to lead a fleet of rejected Illyrians. Illyrians who had failed miserably every step of their training.
“Y/n please if anyone could make them capable fighters in this short amount of time. It’s you. I’d ask Cassian but he’s healing right now.”
“Rhysand I’m already leading a fleet of day soldiers. Also their Illyrians and I don’t know if you’ve noticed I’m a female…they won’t listen to me.”
“Then make them.”
And that is how you had ended up here. With Day soldiers and Illyrians at each others throats. The Illyrians had actually improved impressively since the first week. You were quick to put them in their place and after three weeks of hard non stop training some of them had even come to respect you. Others were still learning that it was possible a female could run laps around them. On the other hand the Day soldiers were continued to give you an impressive amount of respect and obedience they were more skilled then most of the Illyrians but that was only because they had been training with you longer. But the respect and courteousness of Day combined with the Arrogance and disrespect of the Illyrians didn’t mix well. It led to unnecessary tension you would have to fix. At any moment another battle could arise and they would have to fight with each without trying to kill the other. You had been stuck in your own thoughts when you spotted Helion outside your tent.
“Kemal and Theo grab a weapon and step into the ring Everyone else work on your blocks and dodges.” Kemal had been the Illyrian who had improved the most while Theo was your best soldier from Day. You were truly curious to see who would best who. But you had business to attend to first.
“When I get back everything better be in order or we aren’t breaking for dinner till breakfast” you said as you walked into your tent with Helion following.
“Helion… what do I owe the pleasure?”
“What I can’t come see my mate without a reason” Helion teased while placing a kiss on my temple. You simply laughed.
“I suppose you don’t. However my mate typically does have a reason.” You and Helion had decided not to accept the bond until after the war and to keep the bond a secret until after as well. But you two would undoubtedly accept it the second the war was over. The two of you had found solice and joy in each other in such an awful time. With flirty remarks and touches you kept each other fae while the world threatened to make monsters out of you.
“Ok fine you got me I’m checking in to see how your troops progress is going.”
Helion had taken a seat on your cot and you had found your self standing between his legs running your hands through his hair.
“They are progressing well. I’m no longer worried about the Illyrians fighting they improved however now I worry about the tension between the two groups.” You whispered and could feel Helion relax under your touch
“I don’t understand why your brother gave you them in the first place. You have far exceeded enough favors for him. He cant just keep expecting you to jump to his every whim. What will he do when you become my High Lady? Continue to treat you like your less than-“
“High lady?” You didn’t know why his words had shocked you so much it hadn’t even occurred to you that you’d become a High Lords mate. It wasn’t that you hadn’t expected Helion to treat you as an equal it was more that you had given up those foolish dreams long ago.
“Oh Y/n sorry I didn’t mean to assume you’d court me after I just had thought we were on the same page.”
“No-no Hel that’s not what I meant we are on the same page. I just I don’t know. Hadn’t thought about what my title would be.”
“Did you expect to be anything less? You are my mate. My equal and your brother started something of importance I intend to uphold.”
“Oh Hel I lo-“
“Y/N! I need you now!” Rhysand had come running into the room so fast I had withdrawn my weapon from the sheer shock of it. Helion had instinctively stepped in front of you
“Rhysand you cannot just storm into my tent and demand I go with you.”
“It’s Azriel” that’s all he had to say and you were as serious as could be and running out of your tent without thought. Leaving Helion and rushing to Az.
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“Y/N thank the mother your here….it’s his wings y/n we need your help.” Cassian looked like more of an emotional reck then Rhys. You could feel the pit of worry growing to a disastrous size. You had no idea what to expect.
“Ahhhhhh, STOP, AHHHHH” you could hear Azriels screams from outside the door. You felt like you were going to be sick like everything in you depended on him surviving.
“Y/N! You need to get in there.” Both Cassian and Rhys stated. They looked like the two little boys you remember making food for. For a split second they mirrored their younger selves coming and pleading to you to make all their problems disappear. But as much as you wanted to make their sorrow go away your feet wouldn't budge. You had no control over your body.
“What?!? I can’t go in there. No I….I can’t.” You couldn’t go in there and see the shape he was in, you would break down the second you saw him.
“Y/N you have to. You’ve studied wings and repairs and clipping reversals for centuries. You studied under Madja. Y/N I’ve seen you save hundreds of wings and Madja needs your help and another person skilled enough to heal his wings so he can still fly after.” Everything they said made sense. It was all logical and you knew that. But it didn’t change that your feet were glued where they were. You indeed had studied under Madja. After you lost your wings you were obsessed with finding a way to reattach them it drove you mad. Once you realized it was just an impossible obsession. Your motivation for the knowledge changed to finding a way to heal or reverse clippings for all those poor girls. Even Illyrian soldiers who’d been injured in the war. You had secretly set up a safe haven for girls who needed immediate help in the mountains. You couldn’t always save the wings but if you couldn’t you could at least ease the pain they’d feel for the rest of their lives.
You were by no means a better healer than Madja you wouldn’t even say you were a healer. You were just skilled in this one area of study because maybe if there was someone who knew all that you knew your back wouldn’t ache everyday. Madja was the best, a great healer and she had taught you well you had just “specialized” and been able to do more with wings.
“Y/N Madja is asking for you” you heard Rhysand say. You wished, wished that you could pull yourself together right now but everything was foggy and blurring together all you could hear was Azriels cries and with each of them you felt more faint. Everyone was frantic, crying, screaming at you. But you couldn’t pull your self out of this state until
“y/n…I know that you love him. I know he is a very dear friend to you and I know that this cannot be easy. I know that your fear and worry for him is over taking you and that is understandable. But right now he needs you to help him.” Feyre spoke to you softly and with love. You could see her compassion and even her own fear in her eyes. Those eyes got your attention enough to realize the severity of the situation and that time was running out.
“Yes I’m. Im sorry. Thank you” you said as you entered the room that Azriel was in. He was laying on his stomach. Head tossing with his arms hanging of the bed. The first thing you saw was blood. There was so much blood. His wings had cuts , breaks, and tares all over them. It was awful, heartbreaking to see his once strong wings torn and tattered. The next thing you noticed was how much pains he was in. His cries and jerking. How every time he jerked or moved the more blood there was.
“Mother thank you, Y/N I need some help stabilizing him. He won’t calm down and if he doesn’t calm down soon he will have lost to much blood.”
Immediately you started to help Madja try and stop the bleeding. You grabbed a cloth and began to apply pressure to his left wing. You weren’t prepared for the screams and cries that came from him.
“I’m sorry….I’m sorry.” You had whispered under your breath over and over again.
“Y/n! I need you to calm him down” Madja instructed.
I can’t I’ll get Rhys or Cassian they can talk to him and Rhys can help ease his pain.
“No they’ve gone to get more elixirs form my office”
You tried to ask him to calm down but nothing. So finally you went to the head of the bed and crouched down so that the two of you were face to face.
“Az I need you stay still for me.” His face was scrunched up and tears were streaming down his face. You didn’t know what else to do so you went with your gut. You brought one of your hands and cupped his cheek while the other grabbed his hand and held it.
“It’s going to be ok Azriel. I’m here I’m going to help you. But I need you to calm down for me. I will not stop until I know that you’ll fly again. But I need you to calm down because every time you jerk or thrash you loose more blood.”
“Y/n i…I’m sorr-“
“None of that. None of that matters right now. Right now I need you to know that I have you. And that I’m sorry for what I have to do. Hold onto this bar ok this is going to hurt.” He squeezed your hand and met you eyes once more. It was a glace that told each of you everything you needed to know.
After he had calmed down you, you tied your hair back and instructed Madja.
“Madja we need to reset the bones now if he stands a chance to ever use them again.”
“That will be far to painful without anymore elixir.” Madja responded with a pained look on her face almost like she was praying that Rhys and Cassian would walk through those doors right now.
“I know that. But we have already lost vital time. And too much blood. It we don’t reset them now then that’s it.” You didnt want to be the fae doing this. prayed to the mother that someone could take your place or that he hadnt been hurt in the first place. Something in you called out to him willing him to hold on. Ensuring him you would do everything you could.
“How much time do we have to wait” was her only reply. As you looked at his body laying on the table you knew he didnt have long but you werent sure if you could bring yourself to break his bone with no way of easing his pain.
“We can only wait 5 more minutes but that mean we don’t have a second to make a mistake we will have to be perfect”
“You’re the expert on this Y/n I’ll follow your instruction” you spared one more glance at Azriel and made a decision within yourself.
“5 minutes” and those were the longest 5 minutes of your lifetime. You and Madja spent it packing his open wounds and staring at the door. By the end of the five minutes you were curing the mother that the only thing your power was capable of was destructive. It consumed and snuffed out unlike feyres or rhysands. They could silence pain, help heal and all you could do was expediate death.
“Thats 5 minutes” you stated with zero joy there was no sign of Rhys or Cass and you would of cursed them but just as you were about to break the first bone Cass and Rhys come running into the room with at least Madja whole stock of Elixirs.
“Give it to him now!” You said and broke the first bone and the scream that fell from Azriels mouth broke your heart. But you knew you had no choice but to keep going and with each break another agonizing scream.
“Rhysand! Put him to sleep!” You yelled at Rhysand while breaking and resetting 2 more bones.
“What I thought Madja said-“
“PUT HIM TO SLEEP RHYSAND” it’s wasn’t instruction or a question it was a command and Rhys didn’t dare finish that sentence and quickly put Azriel to sleep.
“Out” was all you said and Madja shoved them out.”
Madja turned and for just a second watched as a tear rolled down your face. How you moved swiftly and precisely. Not making a single mistake completely focused on repairing his wings. You worked and worked until there was no more work to do.
14 long grueling hours of, resetting, packing, bandaging, and more work but after 14 hours you would of gone 32 hours to know for certain he’d fly again. It wasn't until you were done and collapsed that Cassian had come to retrieve you. You were nothing more than a statue exhausted, silent, and covered in Azriels blood. Cassian had brought you to the shower and helped clean the blood off of you. He didn't expect any words to be exchanged he knew that you had shut out any emotion while you were working on him so everything came up once you were done.
Cassain had seen you like this once before when your family had been murdered. Found you curled up outside of your fathers office staring off into a void. Tried to get you to speak but nothing. He stayed with you all night that night just sitting there with you. You had even completly shocked him that moring when rhysand came down the hall and you shot up, pulled yourself together and were the image of perfection. Went right to taking care of Rhys like there was nothing wrong with you to begin with. If Cas hadnt sat with you all night he would of thought their death had no affect on you. It was that morning Cas realized just how much you loved rhys. How much of yourself you hid away to care for him. How much you had given to become the strong, capable and invincible older sister that all of them had known their whole life. Azriel and Cas had found a way to see through the mask throughout the centuries. It took a long time and it was still difficult to see through they had seen all the signs through out years and years of friendship that showed you were just a female with the weight of prythian on her shoulders. Cas didnt think Rhys was ever able to see through the mask. He still treated you like you were unbreakable. You were and always have been his very capable rock of an older sister.
So now Cas knew what was going to happen. Knew that come morning you would go right back to working like Azriel almost dying had never happened. Like having to hear his screams and be the one to keep pulling him back from death was just another tuesday. But for tonight he'd help wash off the blood and force you to stop scrubbing under your nails when there is no more traces of blood so you didnt rub your hands raw. Hold you while you screamed and beat his chest while tears streamed down your face, insisting you were fine. He would hold you all night while you sobbed and found irrational ways to blame yourself. That is exactly what Cas did and the next morning when Rhys came to check in with you he watched as you smiled at your brother and asked him "why wouldn't I be ok brother? He's fine."
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Azriel had slept for 5 days. Slowly coming in and out. Any second you had that wasn’t spent teaching was spent next to Azriel, watching his vitals, tending to his wounds , and ensuring the wing bracing hadn’t slipped or moved. Yet the second he awoke you stayed away. You didn’t know what it was that kept you away after he had awoken.
The fear that he didn’t want to see you? That you weren’t ready to forgive him? You didn’t know. Maybe it was that you’d never kept secrets from him and now you were mated and you didn’t know why that made a difference but it did. Was it that you couldn’t trust yourself around him? Or maybe it was simply that Helion had confronted you while he was asleep about the way you felt.
“Y/n I’m not trying to sound jealous or pushing over my line I just want to ensure that you feel nothing for him in that way anymore.”
“Helion you’re joking right? He’s unconscious. I’m simply helping a friend.”
“Y/n this is the first time I’ve talk to you in a week. You have avoided, pushed me off, and ran from me. While your every second is spent here in this tent with him. Rhysand and Madja have assured me and you that he will wake. That he’s fine…..if this is just you worrying for a friend then I entirely understand. However you can’t blame me for being worried. I found out you were my mate the same night you tried to start a relationship with him. I just want to check in with you about where you stand with this bond…..that we want the same thing.
“Helion I- I don’t know what I want the war is all I can think about and then Azriel got hurt. I was concerned for my friend.”
“Ok y/n I understand…. I think it’s best that we pull back a little then. Maybe completely until after the war that just so you have time to think about what you want.”
“Hel that’s not what I meant-“
“Y/n my sweet I am not mad at you. Nothing I have said was against you. You have every right to love whoever and want whatever it is that makes you happy. I’ve just. I’ve loved before and I’ve been stripped of that love. That was one of the hardest things I have been through and I don’t know if I could survive the rejection from my mate if I let myself continue to fall in love with you. Don’t get me wrong I’m already so far deep but I could pull myself out and keep some of my heart. But if don’t pull myself back and I continue to let myself have everything that I want and you were to change your mind it would break me. My heart is yours to have if you want it. All I’m asking is that your sure it’s my heart that you want before we continue.” With that Helion had kissed your forehead and left you outside of the medic tent.
If you had been paying attention you may of caught the pair of eyes from inside that were locked on you and Helion. Maybe of even seen the way Azriel had tried to push him self up to hear the whispered fight the two of you were having.
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“Y/N” he’s been asking for you.
“I’m not going I have far to much work to do and not enough time.” Rhysand only sighed at you. This is the 5th person who had come to your tent and pleaded with you to see Azriel. First it was Cassain going on and on about how if it weren’t for that one fight you’d be right by his side and instead of him trying to get you to see him, he’d be trying to get you to leave.
When you had told Cassian to fuck off then they sent Mor who described in vivid detail how every time someone walks into the medic tent Azriel is practically breaking his neck to see if it was you. That he is just wrecked with guilt over everything he said. When you had told her you didn’t care she just walked out in disbelief.
Then they had decided to send Feyre…thought maybe because she stopped you from panicking maybe she could convince you to go see him. “Y/n please I know he hurt you. But doesn’t that pale in comparison after almost losing him? I saw you that day you care for him and up until he woke up you were there. Why is it different now that he’s awake?” You had only told Feyre that your decision had been made.
Before they had sent Amren you thought they had given up. Turns out they were just deliberating on who to send. “Girl you need to get your shit together and see the boy.” “No I don’t.” “You need to come see him if I have to watch him mope around like a kicked dog one more day I’m going to kill somebody.” Amren had just stormed out. She gave you the impression that if she had stayed a little longer she would have shared something with you she wasn’t supposed to.
Eventually you found yourself here arguing with your dear brother.
“Y/n you cannot be serious about this. You can’t avoid him forever” Rhysand only pleaded with you.
“I am, I can, and he made it very clear he wanted me to stay away that Is what I’m doing.” You were tired of this. You knew they had watched him say those things to you. Knew what it meant to you. How could they still be insistent you needed to get over it.
“Y/N he didn’t mean-
“I don’t care. I’m not going. I took beatings, I went with Amarantha, I have stayed in your court. Took in your Illyrian troops, saved his wings, and jeopardized a relationship I really cared about by the way, I have sense agreed to seduce Eris about Beron joining this war. What more do you want from me brother? You were broken, could feel all the tape and glue coming apart. Helion had decided to give you space. You couldn’t blame him it was smart and responsible for the both of you. But that left you alone with a troop at each others throat. And friends dying everyday. You just wanted everyone to let you be.
“I want you to go see him.” Was his only reply and you couldn’t believe it or could you? All you were to him was a chess piece to play. Not a sister, not a friend, or a member of his court. Just a pawn to be placed. With that he made his way out of your tent but right before he left you simply replied with what you realized he wanted from you.
“Of course my lord”
What you didn’t expect was for that to make him stop in his tracks and turn around. He stared at you for awhile and you stared back. Neither of you said a word but you could tell he wanted to say 1000 things but not one left his lips.
Rhysand felt guilt overtake him the second the words left your mouth. He knew that all he did was ask more of you. Knew what he sentenced you to under the mountain. A part of him knew he still looked up to you. While the other part only blamed you. For everything. For Mother and your little sister Marjorie. He looked at you and saw the person his father picked every time. He was too busy teaching you how to balance the courts expenses when he bested Cassain the first time. Too busy introducing you to high lords and their sons when he made carynthian. And off instructing you of the do’s and don’ts of war when mother and Marjorie were killed. He had so much bitterness in him but he knew you did everything for him. Held him together and all he did was let his bitterness take over him.
“I’m sorry about Azriel Y/n”
“Why? That may be the one thing that truly isn’t on your shoulder Rhys. He just doesn’t feel for me the way I had him.” The look that Rhysand gave you before leaving almost fooled you. Almost had you believing guilt flashed through his eyes.
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You hated coming to Rhys side of the war tents. It always got you into uncomfortable situations with someone. However we were about to head to the human lands for the last battle fortunately you had finally solidified your troops. Day soilders had learned how to loosen up, Illyrians learned some respect and they were actually getting along. The Illyrian almost made a complete 180 with them actually respecting your power. Asking you actual tips to get better had even included you in some of the barrack pranks. They were ready and you could say that you were proud of the work they had accomplished. As you thought you couldn’t help overhearing the argument coming from the medic tent and peeking in.
“I am coming. I’m fighting in that battle.” You could hear Azriel grunting as he got up from his cot.
“You are not” Cassain and Rhys were quick to respond.
“I am”
“You will not Azriel if you fight you will not fly again.” Madja interrupted and you could feel the shift in the room. Saw the way Cassain and Rhysand shared a look and the way Azriel froze.
“I forbid it Az you will stay here and that is final.” Rhysand commanded and exited the tent on the opposite end with cas and madja followings
Maybe you should of left. Maybe you should of stayed and slipped in when you saw that he was still insistent on going but you couldn’t allow that to happen.
“You better get back in that cot” you had said with your back to a supporting post of the tent.
Azriel flew his head to your voice. Like he didn’t believe it. Couldn’t
“Y/n”
“You can’t do what I know you’re about to do Azriel. You will never fly again. Take it from somebody who knows that pain doesn’t go away.”
“I have to. My entire family is fighting today. What would I be if they died while I laid in this tent.”
“It means youre safe and healing properly. It also means the hours of work I did to save those bat wings don’t go wasted.” You joked and you saw tension roll off Azriels shoulders. “Well um anyway I should get going don’t do anything stupid” as you were leaving azriel grabbed your shoulder and spun you around.
“Y/n, please don’t die. I uhhh, I need you to know... ya know about what I said its-
"Azriel. You can tell me after this war.....look you were right I am exactly what my father raised me to be. Which is why i wont die on that field, I have been in war with far worse odds and lived. I was born for times such as this." You were looking at Az but the male staring back at you wasn't someone you had ever met. There was fear and regret swirling behind his golden orbs. Fear you had never seen Azriel have but this fear was new, like if he released his grip from your shoulder his world would come crashing down.
Azriel stood staring at you with no mask to hide behind. He was wracked with terror. You were once again going into a dangerous situation without him. He would have no way of ensuring your safety... no way of knowing youd come back to but the hope he had in his heart. If that hope was the only thing that could bring you back after this war then mother he'd have more hope then there was in all of pryrinthian.
Before you knew what was happening Azriels had craddled your head back and his lips had met yours. This kiss was different than the first. It wasnt full of lust, desire, and hunger. No this kiss was gentle, it was soft and warm something you couldnt help but melt into. His tongue dipped into your mouth you couldnt help the muffled gasp that escaped from you. He smelled of cedar and ash and in this moment it was like the only thing that existed... the only thing that mattered were the two of you. His shadows danced around your two forms and it felt as if you'd been made whole could of sworn that you felt something snap in your chest. As fast as it came it had disapeared and Azriel had pulled away cupped your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours and whispered.
"just come back to me" before you could reply he had winnowed away leaving you flushed with a sense of guilt as you felt Helion tug on the bond.
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When you had finally found Mor to winnow you to the human lands it was chaotic. Humans running and some flat out calling you wicked things simply because you tried to help them. After coralling what felt like hundreds of humans it was time to have march into battle with the king of hybern. You couldnt say that you were ready but you could say that youd give everything you had to ensure the people you loved came out of this war.
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In the midst of Battle you struggled to breath there was so much blood. It was like you were drowning in it. Hybern Soldiers just kept coming so just you kept slashing them down one by one. When the battle had first started you could see Cassian and Rhys in the skies but blood coated your eyes so that all you could truly see was right in front of you. Your men surrounded you and as you looked to your left and right you could tell they were just as exhausted as you. Every now and then you or Helion would tug on the bond just to give peace of mind that the other was still ok. As time went on you weren’t sure if you’d win this war. It seemed that the Hybern Soldiers just outnumbered you. Many lives were lost and the battle went on. You used every bit of strength and ounce of magic you had. Especially when you heard Nestas scream for Cassian. It was so loud that both you and Cas had whipped your head around and if it had been a second longer both you and Cas would have been dead but you called to the power inside of you and wrapped the starlight around yours and Cassians figure tightly. Pushed up a wall of pure power to protect your men on the battle field. The blast was so strong it brought you to your knees and the scream that left you broke Cassians heart. But he Watched as you fought every second holding the shield and wall against the blast. Honestly after that the war was a blur. The only other thing you remember after that was Rhys.
You could remember right before your brother had died. You magic racing across to Hybern. To tear his very heart out for threatening Rhys. You remember the panic and dread. Your power an inch of hybern when one of his men had tackled you to the ground. And then you felt it the tattoo on your neck glow and disappear. You had sliced the soldiers throat so fast and stood. Had to know if what you felt was true and when you saw Rhys body and Feyre screaming the world went black.
The next thing you knew you were being carried by Helion off of the field. Madja over your body. You were in and out of consciousness. one second there was madja or mor, then Cas and always Hel. But it wasnt until you saw Rhys. You saw your brother and you could feel the smile on your face. Had determined he was there to take you home.
"rhys...' you let out with a shaky breath.
"Y/N thank the mother, Y/n you are going to be ok". You could hear Panic and see tear on your brothers face which confused you. You were ready you just wanted to be with him and here he was telling you no.
"y/n please Im ok. But you have to be ok. Im alive you can come back. COME on Y/N. You promised remember.. You promised me... Y-
you watched in and out how upset rhys was how worked up he was. Saw as Cassian dragged him away and then nothing.
When you finally awoke your family filled you in and just like that you insisted you were fine. Now arguing in your room with Helion who hadn't left your side. went on about how you needed to slow down. to go back home to day and relax.
"I couldn't of lost you Y/N" Helion shared as he let out a sigh.
"Hel Im ok. Its going to be ok." you held him as he cried for awhile until he stood.
"Come back home. I'll know you're safe there. I can even ensure i dont go overboard with overprotecting you." you could see the love shing through Hels eyes. Could feel how much needed you to say yes. To let him care for you flowing through the bond.
"Ok ok... we will pack tomorrow tonight just be with me."
"I love you Y/n"
With that Helion brought you in and kissed you longingly. Like this was what he needed to ground him in your safety.
Poor Azriel couldn't pull his gaze from your bedroom window. Where he stood outside with a bouquet of flowers eye glued to the scene above him. You smiling at Helion, his hands on your hips looking down at you with so much love almost Azriel could feel it. Watched as he placed a kiss on your lips and how you only deepened it. how you leaned into him and flung your arms around his neck. Watched as Helion lifted you up with your lips still attached to one another. And he especially couldn't tear his gaze away when he felt a golden thread snap into view...connecting him to you. Azriel sat atop that mountain with those flowers with his heart breaking long after the lights of your bedroom had gone out.
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part two of this fic
part three here
a/n: delivered a bit late but enjoy this!! could definitely write a part three if wanted
warnings: (very small) implication of sexual activity, once again not proofread (sorry!)
you were late.
azriel checked his watch for the third time as he stood outside of the nicest restaurant in all of velaris. he felt ridiculous, getting his hopes up that you would actually want to go out with him. spend time with him.
right when he was about to head back to the house and brood, you came running down the street bare foot, heels in hand. “i’m here!” you shouted, and azriel let a chuckle slip past his lips.
“i’m so sorry,” you panted when you had stopped in front of him. “i had lost my keys and i couldn’t just leave the house unlocked and then i had to run here and-“
az put his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. “y/n,” he smiled. “it’s fine.” he pulled back, and the sharp breath you inhaled was definitely obvious to anyone around.
azriel just as himself was gorgeous. but when he put real effort into his appearance? devastating.
he wore simple black slacks and a dark blue shirt, showing off his tattoos. his dark hair was pushed out of his face so you could clearly see his hazel eyes and long lashes.
you noticed a scar that cut through one dark brow, and suddenly you found yourself curious as to how he got it. you found yourself curious about a lot of things when it came to him, despite the unease you’d felt before.
you darted your eyes away from him when you realized you had been staring. he didn’t mind though. he was doing the exact same thing to you.
after a minute of awkward silence azriel cleared his throat. “you- you look lovely, y/n.” a dark blush stained the shadowsinger’s cheeks, and you felt a slight satisfaction at the sight.
“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you winked at him, and the blush darkened even more so.
“are you ready to head inside then?” he asked, extending his arm to you. you took it with a nod.
over dinner, as you answered all the questions he asked you about your family, friends, life, you wondered why you had ever felt uneasy by azriel’s presence.
you asked him about his own family, and when he gave you a clipped answer you realized this was a male who was very lonely.
when dinner was over, azriel walked you home. when you had gotten to your doorstep, you were expecting him to lean in for a kiss, but he just stepped away and smiled.
you must of had your thoughts written on your face because he explained, “i didn’t want to make you feel pressured into anything. if you wanted to be kissed, you would initiate it.”
not a lot of males would care about that.
azriel’s eyes widened a bit as you stepped towards him and grabbed his neck. you’re touch was hot on his skin, and he instantly felt the heat travel to another part of him.
he bent his neck towards you, and when you pressed your lips onto his, he stood as still as a statue.
he hadn’t been kissed like this.. in a long time. had not experienced a kiss with so much feelings behind it since he was young. it made his heart ache.
and to know you wanted this, this female he was completely enamoured by, well, he wanted to shatter into a million pieces so you could put him back together again.
you pulled away from him, and noticed azriel’s chest was rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. you smiled, knowing you had such an effect on such a powerful male.
you turned and stepped through your front door, thanking and wishing him a good night.
but as you watched him walk farther away, you realized you did not want this night to end like this.
azriel turned at the sound of your door opening again, and he felt a smile grow on his face as you asked him,
“would you like to come in?”
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sun and shadow
part 1
18+ mature content, contains smut
*contains spoilers for ACOTAR*
eris x reader / azriel x reader
word count: 1640
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you open your eyes when you feel someone kiss your forehead. you look directly into Eris' eyes. "morning princess" he says smiling down at you. "morning" you smile back, still a little tired after last night. "did i ruin you that much" he says grinning. "asshole, you can be glad i can walk normally" you tell him. "oh surely i haven't done my job right then, if you can still walk" he says before he kisses you deeply. "i guess i'll try again tonight" he says as he gets up out of bed. "where are you going?" you ask him disappointed.
you relationship with Eris was good, tho the only thing you hated was that you spend so little time with him. he was the son of the high lord of the autumn court and was always busy with something relating to that. Because one day Eris was gonna be high lord.
"autumn court business" he tells you, of course it was. "then what am I gonna do the whole day?" you ask him, already knowing it was gonna be another boring day. "waiting for me to come home" Eris says smiling at you, but you don't smile back. "hey I promise I'm gonna try my best to make more time for you" he says kissing you softly. "you promises me that a month ago too, and it only seems you're getting busier" you tell him disappointed. "I know sweetheart, I'm trying" he says. He hated it as much as you, to be away. But he had his duties, well his dad gave him tasks. And let's say he was not the man you could make a fair deal with, definitely not when it came to court business. add to that the fact that he hated you, because you were simply not born royal. No if anything you were a bastard, found somewhere dumped in a shed at the edge of the autumn court. A nice looking couple took you in but they were not as nice as you thought. Eris learned you that is was not normal to beat your kid, even tho he had some experience with that as well, not as bad as you though. You had a big scar on your thigh. Luckily you could cover it up quite easily, but you knew it was there, and so did Eris, who tried his best to make sure you never felt less worthy because of it.
"I'll try to be home early" he says before he kisses you one last time and walks out. You get dressed short after he's left to get some breakfast. Unfortunately when you leave your room there are guards waiting for you. "the high lord requested you" one of the guard says. Shit this could never be good, that man hates you. you follow the guards to the throne room, they open the doors and you see the high lord sitting on his throne.
Baron was as cruel as he looked. You hoped Eris would take over the throne soon, but in order to do that he had to kill his dad. And even tho Eris seemed like an asshole to everyone who didn't know him that well, you know he still loved his dad.
"ah miss y/l/n" the high lord said as you walk in. "you requested me?" you ask him. "aren't you gonna bow to your high lord" he said with a grin on his face. God you hated this man. You make a quick bow before him, hating every second of it. "so miss y/l/n, how are you and my son doing?" he asked and you already hear the disapproval in his tone. "we're very well, thank you for asking" you say politely. "hm shame, that's gonna make this harder for you" he says his face changing into the wicked face you remember all to well.
"what are you talking about high lord?" you ask him, getting a bit scared right now. "well miss y/l/n you see my son is thinking about marrying you" he says and your eyes grow big, happy butterflies go wild in your stomach, but they then turn sour as you see the high lords face. "and I can't have you walking around here as a royal. I will not tolerate bastards in my family. Surely you understand" he says smiling at you. "i-I do not, high lord" you say softly. "yes you do, tell me miss y/l/n. do you love my son?" he asks. "yes sir, yes I do" you tell him. "then you have to do what's best for him. the people of autumn court will not tolerate a bastard standing next to my son, not now and definitely not when he's high lord one day. There are tons of royals he can marry that this court will love. You will never be loved, your own parents didn't even love you enough, they left you to die. Do you think anyone will treat you any differently. You don't deserve my son's love, and you know it". You try your hardest not to cry in front of him. "b-but I" you say softly, knowing he's right. "if you really love my son, you leave and never come back" he says strictly. "but Eris he-" "you will leave, I give you one hour to pack your stuff and then my guards will take you far away from here, if you refuse to go along I'll let my guards take you away in a far less pleasant way" he tells you. you can't believe what's happening. "o-okay" you say nodding, knowing there's nothing you can do about this. It's either you go yourself, or the guards will take you somewhere, if not the grave, just to make sure you'll never step foot in the autumn court again.
You turn to go pack your stuff. "oh and miss y/l/n" the high lord calls behind you "this conversation never happened. You left because you loved someone else. And if you ever tell Eris about this, I'll kill you myself". You walk away fast, and quickly grab all your stuff. You don't even know where to go.
2 hours later the guards drop you off at the boarder of the autumn court and you tell yourself everything will be okay. They rip the necklace Eris gave you off of your neck. "no!" you yell at them, because it's the only thing of Eris you have left. "forget about this, you'll never see him again" they say before they leave.
You look back to the autumn court one last time "I love you" you whisper to the wind, hoping somehow it will find Eris. "I'm sorry" you say before you begin to walk to wherever you feet take you, far away from the autumn court.
Eris' pov
After a long day of business you walk to your room, tired from today and wanting nothing more than to scoop y/n into your arms and tell her how much you love her. you know she hates that you 2 don't see each other enough. You put your hand on your pocked where a wedding ring is sitting in it's box. You had yet to decide when the best time was to ask her to marry you. you wanted it to be special, but maybe you should just ask her. tomorrow you think, tomorrow you plan a nice evening for the 2 of you and you ask her then, you just can't wait any longer. You loved this girl.
You open the door to your rooms. "I'm home princess" you yell. There is no answer. "y/n? I'm home" you yell a bit louder, still no answer. This was weird, normally she would be waiting for you and kiss you as soon as you walk in the door. A weird feeling overtakes you, surely nothing bad happened right? You look in all the rooms, maybe she just fell asleep already or is so indulged in a book she's not hearing you. but all the rooms are empty. Then you step into the bedroom and your heart stops for a moment. The drawer of her wardrobe is open and half of her clothes are gone, with it the knife she always keeps for whenever she might need it, the one you gave her on your first solstice together.
No she can't be gone right? Not without saying goodbye or even an explanation to say why. You rush to the throne room, surely you're overreacting. You see your dad sitting on his throne. "have you seen y/n?" you ask him. "no, I haven't" he says an irritated look in his eyes, you know your dad didn't like y/n but fuck him, you loved her and you're gonna marry her. "she's gone" you say softly, realizing what's going on here. "so the bastard finally decided to leave. Good" your dad says. "shut up!" you yell at him. "don't you dare speak to your high lord like that" your dad yells angrily "she probably used you for money". "she would never" you tell him, angry now. At that moment a guard walks in "high lord, a part of your wife's dowry is missing". You look up at your dad, no it can't be. No this had nothing to do with y/n. "see my boy, woman are not to be trusted. They make you think they love you but steal from you when you have served your purpose" your dad tells you. "no y/n didn't do this" you tell your dad. "Sir we found this in the fault" the guard says holding up the necklace you gave y/n. "no" you whisper not believing it. But you have to, the evidence is telling you your father is right. She took the dowry and left. She doesn't love you and probably never did.
part 2
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Hate Fuck Azriel x OC!Reader
I stormed through the front doors of the House of Wind, making my way to Rhys’s office. I knocked impatiently and stood there tapping my toe before I heard his voice. “Come in.” Rhys spoke as I rolled my eyes. I opened the doors and walked in, shutting them before walking over and standing in front of his desk. “You. Are an absolute asshole and you deserve to be tortured by the damn Bone Carver. I feel like visiting him and asking him to carve your death for me so I can imagine how it would feel to watch you die.” I growled as he smirked up at me from his place behind his desk. “And why would that be?” He asked, raising his eyebrows as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “You really expected me to be able to stand a month in the godsdamned Illyrian war camps with Azriel and Cassian as well as all of the other assholes and not expect me to lose my shit and break more bones than necessary? I’ve known you for five and a half centuries Rhys. I’m fucking mad.” I replied as I slumped down in the chair across from him, the house immediately supplying me with a glass of bourbon. I smiled a little and silently thanked the house before taking a sip, feeling the liquid burn my throat before looking up at Rhys. “I do apologize. But the Illyrians needed to be kicked into line, and you three are the best to do it when I can’t. For Cauldron’s sake Althea, you’re one of the most powerful High Fae apart from Feyre in all of Prythian. They won’t admit it because they don’t want to hurt their stupid pride, but they are scared of you. You breaking their bones is exactly what needed to happen to them. It makes them realise that you are powerful. You’re stronger than them. This is why I send you, Althea. It’s also a better and safer way for you to let your powers loose a little.” Rhysand reasoned with me as I sipped my bourbon. I sighed and looked up at him. “I suppose you’re right. But sending me with Azriel when you know he gets under my skin just pisses me off even more.” I grumbled as the house refilled my glass. “Yes I know but I need him there to help with the bastards that are causing all this tension and uproar. His shadows are useful.” He replied as I nodded my head and took another sip. I gave him my mission report before I headed out, bidding Rhysand good night and then making my way to my room.
“I know you literally only just got back but please tell me you’ll come with me to Rita’s tonight?” Mor asked as she basically tackled me in a hug. “For Cauldron’s sake Mor! You scared the shit out of me.” I said as she released me from her grip, wincing as she looked down and noticed I’d spilled my drink. “I’m sorry. It’s just that it’s been a month since I’ve seen you and even longer than that since you last came out. I’m worried about you.” Mor spoke, shifting about from one foot to the other as she stared me down, waiting for my reply. I sighed and looked at her before a small smile made it’s way onto my face. “Sure, why not?” I shrugged as Mor let out a squeal, hugging me again but carefully this time. “I’ll come get you when we’re ready to leave.” She giggled before walking away and letting me continue to my room. I opened my door and walked in before shutting it behind me and walking over to my bathroom. The tub began filling up as I placed my glass on the tray beside the tub and began taking off my boots and my leathers. I hadn’t had a proper bath in Mother knows how long and I was desperately wanting to feel clean. Once I’d stripped myself clean, I stepped into the tub, moaning at how good the heat felt on my skin. I soaked in the water for a while before scrubbing at my skin and shaving. I then took my hair out of the bun it was in and began shampooing it before running conditioner through it with a brush.
I soaked in the water until it was cold, sipping my bourbon and reading a book the House had suggested for me about anything that could help me understand my powers a little more. See, when I was born, it was from a lineage of High Fae and witches, a weird one but it meant my powers were more enhanced. I was considered one of the most powerful High Fae in all of Prythian by many. I hated the title but I guess it came with it’s perks. As did the High Fae genetics. I was gifted with long, muscular, slender legs, a toned stomach, long arms that were muscular due to the training. My eyes were cerulian blue, accented by long, dark lashes and evenly shaped eyebrows. My lips were full and a natural pale pink colour. I had long brown hair that came down to my waist and my skin was fair. Even I had to admit that I was hot. Eventually the water got cold and I got out, Drying off as I walked into my room, seeing that the House had moved my glass and the book to my bedside table. “Thank you. I was going to do that after I had gotten dressed.” I said as the fire started in my room. I smiled and thanked the house again, walking over to my dresser and pulling out a pair of satin sleep shorts and a matching lingerie top I had bought in Velaris one year. It was by far my favourite. I got dressed before drying my hair and putting my towel on the railing in the bathroom. I brushed my hair and then walked back into my room and over to my bed, settling down with my back against the headboard. I reached over and picked up the glass and the book before getting comfy and beginning to read again. I still had a few hours at least before I had to start getting ready.
I was just getting onto something quite interesting when there was a knock on my door. I glanced up and put the glass and book down on the bedside table before walking over to the door. I opened it to see a grinning Cassian standing there. “May I help you?” I asked before poking my tongue out at him. “I just wanted to come help you pick out your outfit.” He said before poking his tongue back out at me. I sighed and opened the door wider for him. He grinned even wider and walked in. I shut the door and he walked over to my bed as I walked over to my closet. “How long until Mor gets here?” I asked as I opened it and began looking through my outfits. “T - minus one hour.” He said before thanking the House for the glass of bourbon it got him. I threw several dresses onto the bed before walking back over. I held up a black one and Cassian immediately shook his head no. I threw it to the side and picked up and deep purple one. He shook his head no. I threw it to the side and he got up. “Sit. I’ll find you an outfit.” He said, lightly pushing me down on the end of the bed before putting my glass in my hand. I sighed before I looked up at him. “I’m trusting you Cass. I mean it.” I said as he rolled his eyes and walked over to my closet. I waved my hand and my book floated over to my. I began reading, using my powers to hold up the book and flip the pages. I took a sip of my drink and glanced over at my closet to see Cass still rummaging through my closet. I rolled my eyes and went back to reading.
Three chapters and three glasses later, Cassian cleared his throat. I closed the book after putting my bookmark back and sent it back over to the table before looking up at Cassian. In his hands was a cobalt blue dress with a split right up to the thigh. The mid section on both the front and back was a piece of cloth about the width of my hand connecting the top and bottom. The fabric covered my breasts and that was about it. It had sapphires sewn into the hems of the skirt. I gasped and ran over to hug Cass. “I haven’t seen this dress in years!” I exclaimed as I kissed his cheek. “You wore it on the first Starfall you attended as an official member of the IC. I figured you’d missed it.” He shrugged as I thanked him profusely as he chuckled and sat down on my bed. I rushed into the bathroom and got changed, loving how the dress showed off my figure perfectly. I decided to leave my hair as it was and walked back out to my bedroom, going over to my makeup desk and getting started. I decided I really wanted to bring out my eyes and the dress so I went with a dark blue eyeshadow and Baby blue eyeliner before I turned to face Cassian. He let out a whistle at my look and grinned. “Still look as beautiful as you did the first time you wore that dress.” Cass smiled before downing his drink. “Now grab your shoes and let’s go.” He said as we heard a knock on the front door. I Grabbed a pair of silver heels from my closet along with my silver clutch and threw on my shoes. I waved my hands and the rest of my tattoos appeared. I threw in a pair of diamond earrings Feyre had gotten me one year and then downed the rest of my drink, walking out the door and then shutting it behind me before following Cassian down the hall.
We arrived in the front room to see Mor, Rhys, Feyre, Nesta and Azriel waiting for us. “Finally you two! We’ve been waiting forever!” Mor exclaimed as I laughed. “Oh hush. You have not.” I replied as she looked me up and down before pulling me into a hug. “You look gorgeous.” She said as she twirled me. I grinned and thanked her as the others agreed. “She looks like a downright whore.” Azriel mumbled from where he was leaning against the wall. “Excuse me?!” I rounded on him, raising my eyebrows and crossing my arms. “What makes you think you have the right to say that?” I asked as Azriel rolled his eyes, standing up properly and slightly flaring his wings. “That doesn’t scare me Shadowsinger. In case you need reminding, it’s mainly because of me that those Illyrian war camps aren’t in fucking pieces by now. So by all means, if you wanna fight, then let’s fucking go.” I said as I stared him down. He crossed his arms and looked me up and down before smirking. “I have the right to say that because it’s the truth. You look like a godsdamned whore and nothing changes that.” He growled before taking off to god knows where. I rolled my eyes before turning back to face the others. “I apologize Althea. Normally he isn’t this bad.” Rhys said as we started to walk out the door. “Rhys, it’s been five and a half centuries. I’m used to it by now. I just wanna go and have a good time with my friends.” I said as we walked out the door and winnowed to Rita’s.
We walked in and immediately went to our table in the back. I walked up to the bar with the others and we all ordered two shots each and a drink to get us started. I threw back the shots with ease before downing most of my drink. I ordered another one before walking over to the table, the others soon joining me. I was sat in the middle of Feyre and Mor as we all got settled and started drinking. “Who’s up for cards?” Mor asked as we all grinned. “But you guys always kick my ass!” Cassian howled, pouting and stomping his foot as we all laughed. “Giant Illyrian babies. Every single one of you.” Feyre giggled as I laughed before downing the rest of my drink and starting on my next. “Why is Cassian a giant Illyrian baby now?” A voice from behind me said. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Azriel. I knew by his scent, the sound of his voice, and the way one of his shadows was currently tickling my ankle. “Hey!” Cass called out in protest as Azriel walked over and sat next to Rhys, a drink already in his hand. “Mor wants to play cards and Cass doesn’t want to because he always loses.” Feyre explained as Mor giggled. “Fair enough.” He said as I got up and went over to the bar, ordering two more shots and the strongest drink they have. Nesta appeared at my side moments later, the bartender making her a fruity drink. “What happened up at the war camps?” She asked as we watched the bartender. I downed one of the shots before answering her. “He got under my skin. Said the wrong things about my parents and how I was raised. I didn’t realise it but by the time Cassian got me to calm down enough, I’d killed four Illyrians and injured seven others.” I threw back the other shot just as the bartender placed Nesta’s drink in front of her. “Shit. I’m so sorry Thea. I had no idea.” She said as she ordered four shots. She passed me two of them as she kept two for herself. “So we drink. We have fun tonight. We get fucked up. We deal with the hangover tomorrow. I want you to have fun. In the half century I’ve known you. I haven’t seen you properly let your hair down. I wanna see that from you tonight. You deserve it. Fuck Azriel and what he says.” Nesta spoke before downing the two shots. I did the same and ordered another drink so I wouldn’t have to get up for the next two drinks. We walked back over and sat back down. Mor had dealt out the cards and we were all set up.
Two hours and quite a few drinks later, Cassian had lost a considerable amount and Azriel and I were tied with feyre coming in close behind us. “Little tip, Cassian. Azriel’s shadows always lean more towards the left when he has a winning hand and they buzz around slightly more.” I said as I organised my cards before getting up to go back to the bar. “Fucking bitch.” Azriel growled as everyone laughed. “She knows your tell brother.” Rhys grinned as he slapped Azriel on the back. I rolled my eyes and ordered my usual two shots and two drinks. I threw the shots back before downing one of the drinks and walked back over to the table. I placed my drink down after taking another sip and then turned to more. “I’m gonna go outside for some fresh air.” I told her as I grabbed my purse. “You sure?” She asked, squeezing my hand and raising an eyebrow at me. “I’ll be ok Mor.” I said as I squeezed her hand back. I walked out from our private area and through the people on the dance floor. I got to the front door and walked out, Going to the alley around the back and leaning against the wall. I took in a deep breath before I opened my purse, pulling out the pipe, lighter and small container with chopped up mirthroot in it. I carefully opened the container and packed the pipe before closing it and putting it back in my purse. I brought the pipe to my lips and lit it, inhaling deeply before I took the pipe away, exhaling as I willed the mirthroot to hurry up and take over. I sighed before taking another hit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Azriel’s shadows keeping an eye one me. I rolled my eyes and carefully packed the pipe again and took another hit. “You can stop hiding Azriel. I know you’re there. At this point it’s classed as stalking.” I said before he stepped out of the shadows, the one I spotted coming to curl around my ankle before he called it back. he stared me down as I took another hit and I exhaled, purposefully blowing it his way. “What do you want Azriel? I’m really not in the mood tonight.” I groaned as he stepped closer. “Why is it, that every time we go out, you manage to have every guy in the place drooling over you?Why is it, that every time we go out, I find myself getting mad when I see others with their hands all over you, and I can’t seem to find a reason why. I hate you, yet I can’t understand these feelings. one part of me wants to fuck the shit out of you against the wall and the other part of me wants to tear you to pieces.” He explained, slowly getting closer to me as I took another hit before putting the pipe and lighter back in my bag. “You expect me to know the answer to that Azriel? You’ve fucking hated my guts since the minute you met me and for Mother knows what reason. I have tried everything I can to get you to like me but no matter what I do, you detest me. I’ve given up. You wanna hate me, then go right ahead. And for your information, I dress however the fuck I want to. It’s my body. If I’m comfortable in it, then I’ll damn well wear it, regardless of what anyone else thinks. I dress for me and me only. So fuck right off with that shit.” I growled as he put his arms on either side of my head, caging me in as he towered over me. I looked up at him and found an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. His eyes kept darting between mine and my lips, as if trying to make a decision. I sighed and moved forward, connecting our lips for a second.
As I went to pull away, one of his hands went to the back of my neck and the other to my waist, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled me impossibly closer. It was a mix of tounges and teeth as we kissed, both of us battling for dominance before he bit down on my lip, eliciting a moan from inside me which allowed him to gain dominance. He picked me up and pushed me right up against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we continued kissing. It was frantic and needy, just like we were. Azriel kissed me like he was starving and I was his first source of food in days. His lips moved to my neck and he began leaving marks in his wake. I moaned particularly loud as he lightly bit one spot on the side of my neck below my ear before running his tongue over it. “We should probably get back inside before they notice we’ve both been gone for too long.” Azriel mumbled in between placing kisses on my neck and lips. “Way to ruin it.” I grumbled as he smirked. “Didn’t say we couldn’t finish this later did I?” He asked as I unwrapped my legs from his waist and he set me down. I smoothed out my dress and he smoothed out his shirt. We both fixed our hair and then headed back inside, going in seperately. I went back to the bar and ordered more drinks before joining the others at the table again.
Yeah I’m gonna leave it like this for now because writers block just hit majorly.
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now that you’re here
azriel x reader
there will be multiple parts, maybe one or two more
warnings: none
word count: 2512
It was taking too long, I still hadn’t seen Azriel’s signal to head to the meeting point and I was starting to get worried.
“Once you start getting worried, wait until you hear from Rhys. That’s when you’ll know if something is truly wrong.” Those were Az’s last words to me before he took off.
These boys would be the death of me, their constant secrecy and not letting anyone in on the truth of a mission, just that “this was necessary, to keep you all safe.” As if I wasn’t over a hundred years old and capable of taking care of myself or the people I care about without being told how.
I’d met Azriel while he was spying on Hybern a while back and figured following after him was better than the life I was living in such a corrupt land. He hadn’t noticed me until I found the right time to approach him, getting him to trust me was a whole other battle that was still being fought. Though once he took me to a secure meeting place to introduce me to Rhys, I’d let him see enough of my mind and past to show him I meant no harm. That I was just looking for a place to call my home, that when I had first laid my eyes on Azriel - I felt that tug, a tug to a place I would call home. The last part, was a secret between Rhys and I, one that I would one day confess to Az but until then I was okay with finally having a family.
They all were hesitant at first, yet when they found out I had been the one spying on Azriel and not the other way around, I was given some points. He asked every now and then how I did it, so did Feyre and she often voiced that “it meant something.”
“Y/N, Az is fine, I can feel you panicking from here. Head to the meeting point, it shouldn’t be too much longer. Once you find Az, winnow back here.” Rhys and his intrusion to my closed off mind, well mostly closed off, interrupted my thoughts.
I left a small crack in the walls so that he could communicate and still never feel that I was unworthy of their trust. My walls were that of aged red brick, growing vines and flowers covered them and the further you went the denser they became. It was still full of its own shadows, my own that seemed to whisper to Azriel’s and yet he never seemed to notice.
“Got it.” I said back, I also had Daemati abilities but I was nowhere near as powerful as Rhys or even Feyre. I could hold my own though, I knew that I at least made some kind of difference during the war.. despite the many losses I protected as many fae as I could. War was one place I felt the most comfortable, I could focus on the chaos outside my head for once – to hone it and use it. It meant I could release the darkness that often crept up and pushed at me to be free.
My feet were silent as I tracked my way through the forest, yet I felt a sort of whisper as if my own shadows were aware of the change in the life and air around me. I closed my eyes, just for a second and searched for Az like I could feel a small string wrapped around my soul that pulled at his. I often wondered if he could feel it, if he felt the same way I did.
“That’s one way to get killed,” his breath brushed against my ear, a warmth against my cold skin. As if my body could finally relax, my shoulders sagged, and I spun around to see Azriel standing there. His hazel eyes digging into my green ones, his long eyelashes fanning his cheeks as he blinked. Gods, he smelled like the wind after rain, like.. like blood.
“What happened, Az?” My hand shot towards his left arm, a cut slicing through his leathers exposing the flesh beneath it. His entire arm was almost covered in blood, how did it take me so long to notice?
“Nothing you need to worry about,” he stepped back from my touch, withdrawing so far his back was flat against the closest tree. “We should get back, I’ll have to inform Rhys of the situation.” This was what he usually did, shut me down or seemed afraid of my touch. I always felt that he was confused by his inability to always know where I was, how his shadows didn’t always inform him of where I was.
Yet, he had found me this time... maybe because of that string, that tug I had made in hopes to find him. Had it led him back to me? If it did, then he had to feel it too, right?
“Let’s go then,” I held out my hand, inviting him to come closer so I could winnow us away. He stepped forward and pressed his arm against my palm. Part of me felt denied, wishing to hold his hand but still feeling him against any part of me made my body hum. I savored the seconds we were this close but then we were in the River house within moments and his warmth was gone.
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Hours later, I had finally showered and was getting ready for a family dinner and then a night out at Rita’s. After bathing in lavender and warm vanilla oils, I’d never felt cleaner and decided to make the most of feeling this good. Usually, I opted for more comfortable clothes, but I wanted to feel pretty – now whether I left the room in these clothes was the real question.
Taking a long look in the mirror, I was beginning to over-analyze my choice of outfit. The simple, thin-strapped, silky black dress hugged tightly in all the places I wanted it to. It was modest enough, stopping above the knee and had a slit going up the left side, exposing all the way to my hip.
The heels did make me a little taller though, about three-inches taller because any higher and I wouldn’t be able to walk. Unfortunately, I was still shorter than everyone else in our group, apart from Amren who stood just a smidge below me.
“No, I can’t go.” I plopped backwards onto my bed, my loose hair fanning out around me. I’d always been less confident than most, but I made up for it in that I cared more about being comfy anyway.
“Y/N?” A sudden knock on my door caused me to jump a little, I still had to adjust to not living alone like I had for decades before I met my found family.
It was Azriel at the door, who had been ignoring me since we got home or at least that’s what it felt like even though I knew he had to talk to Rhys and do other things. What those things were, I wasn’t important enough to know.
I started to get up, remembering I had heels on and taking longer than usual to walk to the wooden door. A deep breathe in, then out.
“Yes?” I opened the door just a crack, not wanting him to see me before I decided if I wanted to wear the dress or not.
His eyes looked tired; a concerned look crossed his face as he stood in the dimly lit hallway. His shadows hung around him and part of me wondered if any of mine joined in as an attempt to feel close to him.
“I thought something was wrong. Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but watch his lips as he talked or notice how his eyes spoke louder. I longed to have him close, to hold him in the way I’ve wanted to since the first day I saw him – since the first day I felt his shadows calling to me.
“Yeah, I just don’t know if I feel like going out tonight. I might go to bed, it’s been a long day.” This is usually what I did, cut myself out of plans until Feyre came up and forced me to socialize.
“Did you want company?”
“Are you offering yourself or were you going to get Feyre?”
“I was going to get Feyre” he took a slight pause, his wings moving as if to adjust to the tension. “But if you wanted, I could stay back with you?”
“Yes.” I wanted to hide under my blanket at how eager I sounded but never in the past months had he offered to spend time alone with me. It was the last thing I expected him to say.
“I’ll let Rhys know to leave without us then, meet me on the roof in a few minutes. I’ll grab you some snacks before I head up.” Almost in a rush he turned around, already heading for the stairs before he whipped back around. His eyes immediately found mine, “Wear the dress.”
I closed the door, allowing myself to breathe for a few moments to collect myself and my heart, nearly beating out of my chest. Grabbing a sheer cover, I wrapped it around my shoulders and checked myself in the mirror once more before I walked out of my room and to the roof.
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I made it before Azriel, who must have still been getting snacks or talking to Rhysand about us ditching the plans. Hopefully no one would mind, not that having the two quietest people of the group sit out was really that bad. Plus, Az did still mope around Mor every now and then, though less so recently.
It broke my heart sometimes to see him want her so badly, to know that he may never care about me in the way he cares about her. Which was unfair of me since he’d known her far longer than he’s known me.
I wrapped my cover around me a little tighter, hugging my arms to my chest as the wind blew against my skin. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and felt the weight in my heart lift a little. Part of me felt so full here, having a family that loved each other unconditionally yet something was missing, some part of me felt… far away from me.
There was a noise behind me, Az cleared his throat in a way of announcing he’d arrived.
Looking one last time at the stars that decorated the dark sky, I turned around slowly not yet ready to face being alone with Azriel.
He only stared at me for a few moments, but I could feel the weight of his gaze and it only drew me further down the hole of feeling out of place.
“You look angelic,” he spoke softly. Though it left me speechless to hear him even mutter a compliment, to me of all people. His eyes didn’t lower from my face, they stayed on mine as if trying to etch them into his mind.
“Thank you,” I gave him a small smile and noticed he held a plate full of pasta. If that was the snack he meant, we needed to have a discussion about food portions.
He stepped closer, the distance between us dwindled away and he was before me within seconds, a plate of pasta being all that separated us. In that moment I had never not wanted food more, only to be in his arms and know that the world around us was frozen in place.
“I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to just leave you. It was urgent, what I had to tell Rhys.” Those hazel eyes tied me to the ground, not sure if I was even breathing.
“It’s okay, I figured you had business to take care of.” My own voice felt foreign leaving my body, the act of talking was becoming a strain. All my body called for me to do was to reach for Azriel, to explore what made his eyes so full of sadness.
“You’ve become important..to me, y/n. I want you to know that. I thought space might be best for us, with the responsibilities we all face I figured you might need less of a burden.”
“A burden?”
“Whatever it is that’s between us,” I hadn’t noticed but he’d placed the plate down on the small table besides us. Now, there was just inches between us, a space so full and so empty.
“I wasn’t sure you felt anything between us.” My voice was tight, as if nervous yet I had never felt more at peace then I did standing by Az.
“I wasn’t sure either, then I felt you. Earlier today when you reached or pulled for me.. That’s how I found you.” His hand reached up, hesitating before it reached my cheek as if asking for permission. My only reply was to lean against his hand, my eyes instinctively closing with the flow of energy coming from him. It somehow felt like an embrace, one that filled me up and made my heart hum.
“Az,” It was all I was capable of expressing, it was like my entire life had led to this point. I took that small step bringing myself closer to him, waiting for him to pull away but when he didn’t I opened my eyes. He was already staring down at me, a look so powerful that my breathe caught.
“Y/n, I don’t know what I’m ready for with you. If I’m even ready for anything but all I know is, is that I can’t stop thinking about you. That my shadows search for you even when I don’t will it, and when I can’t feel you, I can’t stop worrying about whether you’re okay or not.” His hand was at the back of my neck, his fingers laced through my hair.
“I don’t understand, why now? I’ve reached for you before today.. there was nothing.” My eyes searched his for any answers, all I could see were his shadows.
“I ignored it, I ignored you because I still love Mor.” I started to pull away at his confession but he held me in place, his other hand going to my exposed shoulder. “But I’m starting to realize it’s not the love I want anymore.”
“Oh.”
“I could try for you..” slowly he placed his head against mine, his eyes never leaving mine. “I could try to let you in, if that’s what you want.”
It didn’t feel like a question but more of a hopeful statement, his voice so deep and soft that it sent goosebumps down my arms.
All I could do was nod, any words I was thinking weren’t capable of leaving my mouth and I wanted so badly for him to close the distance between our lips.
Then he did just that, his lips were like a whisper at first, just barely there and then he pulled me closer to him, deepening the kiss. His tongue met against mine as his hands went to my hair and one squeezed my waist.
With my own I placed them in mirror positions on him, using the one on his waist to pull him closer but it was all too soon that he pulled his mouth away. It was silent, save for our own breathing, our chests falling and rising with each other’s.
“I’ve waited so long for you y/n. Now that you’re here I don’t think I could survive losing you.”
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Long Way Home [Part III]
[Azriel x Reader fanfic]
Synopsis: Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?
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Part III
A few months later, Star fall was to commence soon.
Excitement was in the air, and I was looking forward to it too. Rhysand and Feyre were going to host a party, and preparations were already underway. Everyone pitched in to help between their usual duties, chattering about the outfits, the food, song and dance.
Mor and Feyre repeatedly asked me about my outfit for the event. I remained evasive, since I had no plans of actually attending the party. I'd be watching the sky from elsewhere. Even though I helped with the preparations as if I was going to attend, I was gradually emptying my quarters and shifting my things to an isolated property outside the city. This property was situated in a river valley backed by the large mountains surrounding Velaris. It was an inheritance passed down in our family, and I had remodelled the villa and the gardens with the help of my dad. It was a perfect place to avoid others, and I loved it very much. Father, on the other hand, didn't like to be alone for long periods of time and didn't visit it much.
While I was still in the process of shifting my things, I started sleeping less in the nights. I stayed awake at the kitchen table with a hot cup of tea, working my anatomy drawings or study notes. The one thing I'd miss when I left was the library, so I tried to make extensive notes and copied important paragraphs from the books I read.
One night, I decided on a change of scenery and took my materials to one of the many balconies, making myself comfortable on the thick carpet. As usual, I had some tea in my favourite cup and lots of lamps to illuminate my work.
I had placed the tea-cup along with a glass jar of coloured pencils on a side table so that I wouldn't accidentally knock them off with my elbow. Leaning against the balcony railing, I was copying a detailed anatomical diagram of an Illyrian wing in my journal.
A sudden gust of wind knocked over the table and shattered the tea-cup and glass jar. I jumped, dropping my journal as I watched the carpet soak up my drink and pencils scattered everywhere. My favourite cup was broken to fragments.
Azriel appeared before I had the time to think what to do next.
"Oh, sorry," he pointed at the shattered pieces.
I sighed. The glass jar could be replaced, but the tea-cup was from one of a collection set of my mother's. It hadn't broken into very tiny pieces, though. Maybe I could put it back together, even if it couldn't be used. I could use another cup for drinking and keep this one back in its shelf.
I unfolded a drawstring pouch from my pocket and gathered all the pieces. Azriel helped by collecting the remains of the glass jar and the scattered pencils. The tea stain on the carpet couldn't be helped.
He didn't leave immediately after we finished, so I offered him a cup of tea while I brewed some for myself. He accepted, and soon enough, we had our own mugs of the hot liquid and sitting next to each other on the balcony floor, looking out into the night.
He cleared his throat. "That cup was important to you."
I nodded. A tendril of his shadow flickered near his neck, and slipped out of sight. "It's from a set that belonged to my mother."
His expression dropped from his usual polite blankness. "I'm truly sorry. If there's any way I can help fix—"
I held up a hand. "It's alright. I'll fix it by myself later on."
I was curious as to why he had appeared here. He had never actually come to a place I was in out of his own volition. I asked him about it.
He did not give a direct answer. "You weren't there in the kitchen. I was looking for you everywhere."
I fell silent, turning over his reply in my mind, unsure of how to proceed. Meanwhile, he laid down his mug and picked up the journal I used for sketching. This journal in particular was just pages and pages of anatomical Illyrian wings with the parts labelled and side information. I had drawn them in every possible angle and technique I could think of.
He slowly thumbed through the pages, his own wings slightly trembling in the breeze.
"These are really accurate," he commented as he stopped at one of the pages. His eyebrows went up, and I leaned over a bit to see what he was looking at.
It was a shaded sketch of a pair of hands, with the palms turned up. And they had scars on them. Azriel's hands, which I had drawn one feverish night from memory. Fuck.
I straightened, cupping my own mug with both hands and intensely staring at it, determined not to face him or acknowledge the drawing. My ears and neck turned hot with embarrassment. He stayed on that page for a long time before closing the journal and carefully keeping it on the carpet between us.
"Why the wings?" He asked after a while.
I shrugged. "I miss having them."
"What happened?"
I narrowed a side glance at him. "I'm sure you know what happened."
One corner of his mouth tipped up. "I do. But I'd like to hear the account from you."
I shrugged. "Nothing much to tell. Father was sent on a mission. Mother was already dead by that time and he had to take me with him since there was nobody else at the time to look after me. The task went wrong, and the enemy soldiers ripped off both our wings and left us to die. Only, we were somehow revived and brought back to life. It was quite a while before I learned how to properly balance myself without my wings."
"This was during the war, yes?"
"Yes."
He turned to me and gave me a once-over. "Your mother was not Illyrian."
I nodded. "She was a high fae from the Summer Court. It's a thing in our family's ancestry. We come from a long line of powerful healers, and not all our mates are Illyrian. She survived my birth, even with my wings, but she died during the second along with the child."
Noticing the sadness that crept into my voice, he changed the subject by pointing at my journal. "Why my hands?"
I blushed, turning away from his inquisitive gaze. "I find them beautiful, that's all."
He opened his mouth to reply, but stood up abruptly, his head cocked to the side as if listening to something.
"I have to go."
Going like this only meant one thing. "Is Elaine in need of help?" My voice sounded strange to my own ears.
He was on his way to one of the archways, and halted mid-stride. "Yes. Why?"
I shook my head, motioning for him to leave. "It's nothing. Go on. Don't let me keep you."
He took a step towards me. "But—"
"Just go."
He left.
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I took a nap right there on the carpet until the early morning rays warmed my skin. When I was awake, I started gathering all my things to go back to my room. Cassian appeared and waved at me as I stood up, my arms weighed down with the books and the empty mugs.
"Good morning, my chicken soup."
I laughed. "Morning, Cassian."
During my stay, Cassian had once fallen ill with a stomach problem and wouldn't eat anything and spat out the medicine. I mixed all the herbal concoction in some chicken soup, its flavours masking the bitterness of the herbs and fed it to him until he was better. From then on, he started calling me his chicken soup and always came to me in case of injuries and other illnesses.
He took some of my books and started walking me to my quarters. "I've fetched you breakfast, its in your room."
"Thanks."
When we reached my room, we unloaded our things on a table and I sat on a chair, keeping the breakfast tray on my lap. He took a seat on my bed and thoughtfully chewed on a piece of fruit.
His wings were gently fluttering and I couldn't stop staring.
"How does it feel to fly?" I asked in a low voice. My wings were ripped before I could do so.
His eyes softened. What happened to me and father was not a secret, everyone knew about it. He suddenly grinned as if he had a great idea.
"What if I show you, instead of describing it?"
I didn't know what to say. "Um, I don't know, I'm a pretty chubby woman, I might be too heavy for you to—"
He groaned dramatically. "Oh, come on. I will be put to shame if I can't carry you!" He stood up. "Finish your breakfast. I'll take you right now."
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“You love him, don’t you?” Azriel’s smooth, deep voice startled you from your thought.
You craned your neck and squinted into the darkness, making out the sapphire siphons adorning his muscular frame. Sucking in a deep breath of the chilled Velaris air, your mouth quirked up in a wistful smile.
“Who?” You asked as casually as you could manage, before training your eyes at the starry horizon just over the balcony of the River House.
The Shadowsinger scoffed softly, growing agitated at the game you played with him. He took a couple steps forward, standing against the rail of the balcony next to you.
“Lucien.” The first time he’s said the Emissary’s name without an undertone of malice.
You swallowed hard, refusing to meet his eyes.
“Yeah,” you admitted quietly, your voice strained and tinny in your own ears. You dipped your head and took in the scene in the garden below. “I love him.”
The massive wedding celebration was underway; Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra becoming husband and wife. Your heart felt uncomfortably heavy nestled above your hollow ribs.
Azriel reached out and took your hand in his, and only then we’re you able to tear your sights away from the scene below. Your eyes welled up as you searched Azriel’s hazel eyes as if they contained the remedy to your heart ache. His gaze was the softest you’d ever seen it. It broke you.
Your face crumpled finally, as you knew it would eventually. Fat, salty tears ran down your cheeks as you whimpered painfully- a sound Azriel would never be able to forget.
“I-it hurts, Az. So b-bad…” you hiccuped out, as the Illyrian warrior pulled you into his arms. He held you tightly as you sobbed into his chest. His fingers danced gently across your back, as he whispered soothing words into your ear.
Your sobs subsided slowly, just as the night sky crackled alive with fireworks. The colors exploded in the air, and you slowly lifted your face from Azriel’s chest. His fingers found your chin and he steadied your face, studying every detail. Your red rimmed eyes, wet checks, and quivering lip nearly broke his heart. Your eyes searched his once again, like he had the needle and thread to sew up everything that was broken in you.
The Shadowsinger dipped his head, resting his forehead against yours. Your breath hitched at the contact, and you let your eyes flutter shut. You were consumed by the scent of cedar and night air. You could hear his ragged breathing- could practically feel his heart pounding. It was almost as if you could hear the gears turning in his head- he was unsure of himself for once. Fighting between his head and his heart.
So you made the decision for him.
You tilted your head upwards, pressing your lips against his, cupping his cheek with your fingers. You felt the male melt into your touch, sighing in relief at the contact he’d waited so long for. He pulled you closer, reveling in your sweet kiss.
The two of your remained that way, wrapped up in each other, oblivious to an onlooker from the event below.
Lucien, from the rose garden where he was dancing with his Bride, spotted you and Azriel in your embrace. In that moment, the Emissary felt something in his chest splinter.
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Azriel x Reader
Summary: Request from @reliablyhann : from chapter 3 of ACOSF – "He and his brothers had put a good deal of distance between the stupid youths they'd been – fucking any female who showed interest, often in the same room as each other – and the males they were now."
Warnings: Smut!
Word Count: 2,232
Notes: And last but certainly not least...daddy Azzy's POV 🥵
[Cassian] [Rhysand]
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You rouse from your slumber with a drowsy hum but your eyes shoot open when you hear a debauched moan coming from somewhere behind you. You startle, hand reaching out for the male in bed beside you. Azriel is covering your exposed ear with one hand, trying to muffle the sounds that have woken you anyways.
He has his eyes squeezed shut, and you’d think Azriel was asleep if it weren’t for him biting his lip and teasing his own stiff cock beneath the sheets.
Your mouth goes dry as you watch the gorgeous male next to you, his mouth falling open as he releases a shaky breath and you have to clench your legs together as you’re reminded of earlier in the night when he’d made that exact face, though he’d been a little more vocal at the time.
You’re sure you know exactly what’s happening due to the lewd sounds of muffled moans and skin slapping against skin sounds through the room.
You watch him for a few moments longer, how his half exposed chest heaves with a particularly swift twist of his wrist, his disheveled hair falling across his brow. How generous he was to try and let you sleep while his brothers have all the fun.
Your hand finds his under the sheets and he startles slightly, hazel eyes wide as he turns to look at you. It’s too dark to see but you know he has a light dusting of pink tinting the apples of his cheeks.
Batting his hand away you take over and he chokes on his words, pressing his head harshly into the pillow. The hand still covering your ear slides down, brushing across your cheek before he wraps it around the nape of your neck, pulling you into him for a feverish kiss.
“What’s going on?” you murmur against his lips. The hand that he had on himself caresses your thigh and you spread your legs for him as he rolls up onto his side for a better angle. He trails his fingers across your cunt, smirking at the wetness he finds there – whether it’s from his own seed earlier or your current arousal he doesn’t care – dipping a few fingers inside of you that makes your grip on his cock squeeze and falter.
He groans at the feeling, can’t help himself but to kiss you before he responds, “Take a guess.”
You haven’t gotten a good look at what’s happening behind you and a surge of jealousy shoots through the shadowsinger as you turn to see, his hand gripping your chin in a firm yet gentle hold, forcing you to meet his gaze. You see a flicker of something in those glowing hazel eyes, insecurity maybe, but why should he be? He is the most gorgeous male you’ve ever laid eyes on. Surely he doesn’t think that you’d see his friends and hop into bed with one of them instead?
“Don’t worry,” you speak softly, reassuringly, the sensual lilt to your voice and your fingers trailing down his spine nearly have him trembling over you, “You’re the only brooding Illyrian for me.”
He puffs out a breath of laughter that has your heart jumping in your chest. That smile is like a reward and you need to taste it, stretching up to meet his mouth as Azriel settles over you, moving his fingers inside of you with a bit more intention now.
You hum against his lips, body arching off of the bed into his. It’s hot, every rippling muscle of his pressed up against your skin, his scent consuming your every gasp for air as he circles your clit with precision for the second time tonight.
“Look then,” he rasps when he pulls away in favor of kissing the swallow of your throat. You muse his hair between your fingers, craning your neck back in bliss. “But for every second you’re looking at them is one second longer that you won’t be getting my cock.”
You whine as his lips trail down your body. This male…Gods does he know how to make your body thrum with need.
You don’t even stifle your cry as his tongue dives straight into your cunt, the sound mixing with two other moans in a crescendo of lust. His golden eyes stay locked on yours and it’s nearly too much for a minute; him eating you out like he’d been starved of it for years while his hazel eyes captivate you.
He smirks as he removes his mouth, trailing kisses across your thigh when your eyes shift across the room.
Your lock gazes with Cassian’s powerful form from where he’s kneeling behind the most petite Illyrian female you’ve ever seen. You try to mask your horror at the sight of her taking his enormous cock and Azriel helps because he’s licking a stripe up your cunt, causing your head to melt back into the pillow below you.
“Azriel…please,” you whine, writhing when he parts from you again, trying to urge him forward by tugging lightly on that silky, ink black hair of his. He tuts but doesn’t budge, tracing patterns into the soft skin of your thigh with his tongue.
It’s fucking terrible, being baited like this when you’re so aroused. You feel as though you’re already on edge, with the moans, grunts, and pleasured noises filling the room, the smell of feral lust is overwhelming in itself.
His hand snakes around your throat, tenderly, but there’s a slight firmness to it that has your eyes rolling back into your head as he rises from his between your legs. Azriel hums disapprovingly as he settles against you, grinding his hips against yours, his prick rubbing against your soaked core teasingly.
“You heard what I said, right (Y/N)? I don’t think I need to repeat myself.” His voice is low, reverberating through your bones and you groan weakly, letting the twitch of his fingers around your throat cut off the sound.
You can feel eyes on you as you stare up at the shadowsinger and he can see you weighing your options, a shadow alerting him to the male watching. Check to see who is looking at you only for him to pull away from where he’s still grinding against you, or keep looking up at this beautiful male and have his cock inside of you for the second time tonight.
You don’t dare look away.
“Good girl,” he praises, rewarding you with a kiss that leaves you dizzy for more.
He still takes his time, even though your hands are clawing at his skin, his hips, desperately, and he loves seeing you like this, mewling and begging for his cock.
And maybe it’s because his brothers are in the room, that he feels the need to show you off, what he can do to you. Azriel’s powerful wings spread wide, drawing the attention of the two Illyrians in the beds flanking the other walls as he removes his hand from around your throat and sheaths himself fully inside of you.
The shameless noise you release as he does so coils in his brothers’ guts, hips stuttering to a stop as they watch you take his cock like it’s your lifeline.
Even the females that they’re with react to your sounds. The one Cassian is with clenches around him and he chokes, didn’t think her taut little cunt could get any tighter. And Rhysand’s partner for the night, hand slipping down to rub feverous circles around her own clit, eyes glued to the male that looks like an angel of death.
You don’t give a damn if they’re watching or listening or whatever–all you care about is Azriel as he pounds into you like he was bred for it, the male’s shadows swirling around his wings. It should terrify you, but they only add to your arousal as he uses them to snake across your body, trailing the path his warm hands are making, the cold whisps soothing, goosebumps forming in their wake.
And he could just let his shadows veil the two of you in darkness, he’d done it before, but he likes the game the two of you are playing. How you test him by disobeying and in return he tests you by pausing his antics. It’s hard to force himself to stop but its so fucking fun watching you beg for him.
Hooking his hand beneath your knee, he folds your leg up into your chest so that he can piston into you at a different angle.
You curse with pleasure and Azriel’s there to taste it rolling off of your tongue, mouth hot against yours before he places a rough kiss to your cheek, lips dragging across your jaw to suck a mark there.
You grasp onto him, taking the chance while he’s occupied to sneak a glance at Rhys. He’s so close to his climax already but seeing the look on your face pushes him over the edge. Your fucked out face, lips swollen and glistening with sweat and spit as his brother marrs your neck with his teeth, the squeaks and gasps spilling from your lips so easily for Azriel has the heir coming with a gutteral moan.
Meeting his eyes was a mistake. How could you think that the infamous spymaster wouldn’t notice? His shadows slithering up and curling around his ear, whispering what a naughty little thing you are. His hips halt, fully pressed into you and tears burn your eyes as you release a frustrated cry as the orgasm you’ve been chasing ebbs away.
He pins your squirming body beneath his own when you try to get any sort of friction, his large hands clasped firmly around your own.
Azriel’s eyes are dark as he growls, “I’m beginning to think that you want them to see you, hear you. You’re getting off on it, aren’t you sweetheart?”
And all you can do is whimper, your pleading words escaping from your mouth with ease. You don’t even know what you’re saying, begging for as he watches with intrigue, gaze alight with fire.
“For Mother’s sake just give it to her Az,” Cassian grunts. He’s trying to focus on the female beneath him but your keening pleas are distracting him in the best way.
Azriel only smirks down at you.
His teeth graze over your nipple, soothing it with the flat of his tongue as he takes his time. He’s enjoying the way you’re raking your nails down the tanned skin of his back.
In a desperate attempt to get the male to start moving your fingers slip across the bridge of his extended wings. He shudders beneath your touch and you can feel the muscles of his strong body pull taut. He bucks into you in reaction.
He growls, ripping your hands away from his wings and pinning them up above your head with ease. They tuck up close to his back as Azriel growls low in your ear, a rumble that alerts the other two Illyrians in the room, raising the hair at the napes of their necks. They’re taught not to let anyone touch their wings, one of the most vulnerable parts of their bodies. But why did it feel so good?
He bites at your earlobe as he hums disapprovingly, a warning not to do that again. It’s paired with a shift of his hips that drags a moan from deep in your throat, a silent message to you that you’ll be exploring that more the second you’re alone.
Your hands slip from his, winding around his waist as he begins moving again, finally. He sucks the tear that has slipped from your eye, his own fingers burying in your soft, knotted hair, holding your face so he can kiss you feverishly as he bucks into you with fervor, the phantom feeling of your fingers on his wings spurring him on.
You try to slip a hand between the two of you but he shoves it away, instead his rough hands finding your neglected clit. You gasp into his mouth as he begins working you, the feeling of his cock inside of you and his fingers working you is euphoric.
Cassian groans erotically as he spills into the femle beneath him who comes with a shout of her own. Your body reacts to their noises, squirming with pleasure and you're so close to a climax of your own that you pray Azriel gives it to you.
And he does with a well planned flick of his fingers that has you careening over the edge into pure bliss. Your cunt clenches around his cock, nails biting into his tanned flesh as you release a sound that settles deep into his bones, spilling into you.
He peppers your face with soft pecks as he comes down, finally meeting your lips in a lazy yet passionate kiss, holding you close.
You love it when he’s like this, domineering and demanding in bed, but afterwards he’s as sweet and docile as ever.
“Fuck Az,” Cassian pants, his own chest heaving as he lies back in his bed, female tucked close to his side. “Is it weird that I want some of that action now?”
The room erupts into laughter, Azriel’s hazel eyes glowing as he gazes down at you, body vibrating with amusement.
No, this is only for you.
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~ A Christmas secret ~
Part 1
Summary: Preparations for Christmas is taking place, Y/N and her sisters are in charge of everything. Y/N has more than one mission this year, she just hopes a sneaky shadow dosen't sneak too much.
Warnings: None
Word count: 1212
A chilling winter wind blew by Velaris, Y/N thightend her scarf around her neck as she strode through the streets with just one goal in mind; roasted chestnuts. The winter months were always celebrated in Velaris with markets, lights and bonfires spread across the city. The city truly never slept. The first snowflakes had started falling in last night, and Velaris had gone into a frenzy quickly setting up their markets with various foods and clothes.
A voice stopped her in the middle of her walk through the streets, ’’Mam would you like to try another scarf?’’ a vendor asked as she strode by. She looked over to the big display of scars and gloved in various colors and sizes that he offered. Her hand went to touch the scarf around her neck, it had truly seen better days. Dull in colors and threads hanging loose, she couldn’t really part ways with it just yet. Some memories still clung to it from her time in the human lands. She let her eyes room the scars and her eyes landed on a dark gray wool scarf with small threads of marine blue woven into at random, it reminded her of a certain Illryan.
The winter solstice and christmas were coming up and gifts were a must. ’’I would like this one, and the one with dark green, could you wrap up the gray one? It’s a gift but do not tell anyone’’ she smiled as she whispered to the man. His hair had thinned out on the sides of his face but his facial features still showed of the man he once was. The man only laughed a little and began wrapping up the gift. Paying the vendor, she wished him a happy winter time.
Smilling to herself Y/N tightened her grip on the bag, her first christmas and winter solstice that she would be able to spend with the inner cirlce would take commence this year. Work had driven her away the previous years, far away from Prythian. She thought back to the time her family would spend Christmas back in the human lands, when their mother was still alive and well. The manor was always adorned to the fullest in christmas decorations and the manor always smelled like christmas due to the endless cooking. This year the house of wind would be the same, Feyre had insisted that they cook and bake together as well as decorate a tree together.
All four sisters had to be part of it, Elain loved the idea and had already started planning out the decorations. Nesta had chuckled and said something along the lines of ’’I will only be a part of this stupid decorating if Feyre makes those chocolate chestnut cookies’’, that had driven Y/N out from the house today. She knew of the endless chestnuts that she needed to buy in order for all of them to bake enough cookies for the inner circle and more, also knowing that Cassian would consume more than enough to last him for a week.
Y/N hade put in a request for an extra set of cookies to bring with her to the orphanages in Velaris. She knew the children would love the cookies together with a hot choco, Y/N had also planned for some activities with all of the children.
The smell of sugar and seasoned potatoes filled her nose and her thoughts came back to her. The snowflakes had gotten thicker but still fell in a slow motion down. ’’That looks heavy, would the lady be in need of a bag holder perhaps?’’, the voice spooked Y/N to the core and she jumped, her grip loosening on the bag with the scarfs. Azriel had been the source, his left hand grabbed her right and his right hand took a hold of the bag before it fell to the ground. Y/N noticed how his eyes trailed from her to the bag, her thoughts gathered quickly and she reached for the bag as she managed to get her footing back, the bag she clutched close to her chest. ’’No peeking you sneaking shadow’’, the male smiled and let go of her, he had held on longer than needed. ’’Not even one tiny look?’’
’’Absolutely not, I have a secret gift’’. His eyebrows raised and a smirk grew on his lips. ’’To whom?’’. Y/N looked at Azriel, his golden brown eyes shone in the snow, the snowflakes clinged to his midnight hair, giving it the appearance of a starry sky. He wore his usual leathers, he most have come back from work. ’’Mind your own business’’ she said as she gave him a smile, her feet began moving again and she nudged Azriel with her. The male followed and went to walk by her right side. ’’I heard about yours sisters' plans for the house, the decorating and the cooking. Will you take part in anything?’’, ’’Of course, christmas is and will always be my favorite time of the year, the decorating and cooking is a must. It makes me happy seeing my sisters gather together. Besides it has been a long time since I could celebrate it with them.’’ Azriel nodded in understanding and turned his head to look at YN, ’’So what’s in the bag? Who is your secret santa?’’
‘’You are asking to many questions Azriel, as the shadowmaster shouldn't you already know the answers?’’ He smiled at her implication but was quick to answer. ’’I do not secretly snoop around the people I care the most for’’. YN had to thank the mother for the cold snowy winds that had reddend her cheeks already, if not the, blush would be at full display. She threw her gaze forward and tried to lock her eyes at the chestnut stand not to far away, her mind was in a frenzy and she couldn't seem to form words, in need of a change of topic she asked the shadowsinger ’’When will you and your brothers have your annual snowball fight? I would love to be a spectator this year’’, it was Azriel’s time to try to hide his blush, ’’Don’t call it that, it’s our annual fight to the death and nothing else’’ she could hear the laugh that left him and she laughed at that. ’’Oh yes of course, the ohh so deadly snowball fight to the death with the mighty shadowsinger, warlord and highlord of the night court. Look at how I quiver in your presence'’. Y/N made a gesture of looking frightened and faked a faint as she put her hand to her forehead.
Azriel’s laughed could be heard and she looked to him, to see Azriel laughing from the stomach. Eyes squinted and teeth on full display as his hand reached for his eyes to wipe away a tear. He tried to gain his composure and turned to Y/N, ’’Come now fair maiden, the mighty shadowsinger shall escort you to wherever you are going’’. So they made their way towards the chestnut stand, Y/N clutched her bag harder to her chest, she felt a warm feeling enveloping her and a thought crossed her mind that this would be a truly wonderful christmas.
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Stories To Be Told: Azriel x Reader
Series Index (complete series)
A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?
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Hi everyone- I write for ACOTAR a lot in my freetime, but I almost never share it. This particular one I'm posting is almost 30k words long so far, and isn't finished. It's a slow burn, obviously. I can't promise everything will be good, sometimes I skip around in my writing so that I'm not bored or losing motivation. So, when that comes, just do your best to imagine what happens in between, but know nothing of interest happened lol
I plan to split up the series best I can- but some chapters may be long, some short. Just depends on how I can split up my writing. Normally I don't write in chapters. I just... write. There are some POV changes, but they exist only in the beginning atm.
anyway. enjoy.
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I was carrying everything I had, on me, strapped with the bag that rested between my wings or on my person because it was a weapon. I peaked around the rock outcropping, spotting the city I was sneaking around down below. I didn’t mean any harm. I was just curious how everything was fairing, seeing as it had been about 15 years after Hybern.
I breathed just a little bit too hard, the great Illyrian wings behind me shifting around as I prepared to get a little closer to the city. If I could get in, that’d be great. Maybe I could afford to get some bread and cheese as a treat.
But then I heard the sound of a sword being drawn and I whipped around.
Two huge Illyrian warriors greeted me. One… one was covered in familiar darkness. Shadows. This… this was a shadowsinger in front of me. And there was only one shadowsinger I knew of in the vicinity. And he was right in front of me. I noticed the armor on both of the warriors next, 7 siphons a piece.
“Don’t move or we will kill you,” the warrior with longer hair growled.
I paused, hand resting at my thigh, just above a dagger sheathe, but I moved it up when I saw the shadowsinger eyeing the sheathe closely.
I knew who they were. The spymaster and general. Part of the Inner Circle of the Night Court. Under the High Lord, Rhysand, himself. Azriel, the shadowsinger and spymaster and Cassian, the general who had long hair apparently. Not that I judged him for it. I just preferred my clipper-short length, to long hair for fighting. It didn’t get in the way.
They kept their weapons pointed directly at me. I didn’t move, keeping my hands poised away from my sword sheath and out, but up and away from my weapons. This was bad. If they thought I was an enemy, I was fucked.
“What now?” I questioned, adding a bit of snarky tone in. “I’m not here to cause harm to you or the city below us.”
“As if we believe that. You’re strapped with weapons galore,” Cassian scoffed. “What even are you?”
I chuckled, lifting my chin up to reveal my six siphons that were attached to a leather collar around my neck.
“An Illyrian,” I responded. “Female, yes I know. Such a shocker.”
Cassian eyed me, but Azriel just seemed unnaturally still, as if frozen in place. But he kept his gaze solely focused on my hands and where they went.
“Why are you here?” Cassian growled, stepping closer with his sword. I backed up a bit closer to the cliff, putting distance in between us.
“I was curious what happened after Hybern, to Velaris and I came for food if I was able to walk in. Seeing as I cannot, I’ll leave you all in peace,” I responded.
“No,” Azriel spoke suddenly. First word he said the entire time. “You are heavily armed. So you will face an interrogation to ensure the safety of Velaris.”
I scoffed. “I hardly think that’s necessary.”
Cassian stepped forward again. I stepped even closer to that cliff.
“If you jump off that cliff, we will kill you,” the general reminded me. “So stop moving. If you are truly not here to harm anyone, prove it. Because currently you are carrying at least 5 daggers and a sword, and probably more if I had to guess.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not going with you,” I growled, wings flaring slightly in frustration. “Sorry for coming so close. I’ll just go to Hewn City next time, gosh. Nobody is allowed a bite to eat around here.”
Azriel suddenly leaped into the air, and too fast for me to dodge, he kicked my head, knocking me unconscious.
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My head pounded when I woke up, groaning as I flickered my eyes open.
I assessed my situation for a moment.
I was tied to a chair, wings tied at the apex to each other and limbs each strapped to a chair leg or arm. My weapons and things were gone. My siphons remained luckily, I noticed as I flexed the power, causing the dark blue stones to glow a bit.
I looked around the room best I could. Gray stone walls. A completely empty room. A wooden door behind me. Hard to spot with my wings. Probably did that for a specific reason.
I pulled at my ropes a bit. No budge. They weren’t coming off which meant I needed a way to prove my innocence to the literal spymaster of the Night Court.
The door opened behind me and I jerked my head around to see.
“Good, she’s awake Azriel,” a new voice said behind me.
The male walked around to let me observe. Bright violet eyes, no wings and tussle black hair. He had the tan skin of an Illyrian though, which was a bit odd. More footsteps came from the other side of me. Azriel, I noticed. He had a very well sharpened dagger out in his hand.
The door slammed shut behind me. Whether it was someone or magic, I didn’t know.
I took a deep breath and faced the two males in front of me.
“What is your name?” The unnamed male asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Y/N.”
“Y/N,” he repeated. “Do you know who we are? And why you are here?”
“I don’t know you. I’m here because I was caught with weapons near Velaris and this idiot and the general are assholes,” I responded.
“Very well then. Let me introduce myself then. I am Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. Azriel, here, is my spymaster,” the male replied.
Shit, I thought. This was the High Lord? Oh I was going to have fun escaping this, I thought with a groan in my mind. Speaking of said mind, I felt a very sudden and violent attack on my mind’s shields. I tensed, building it up against the claws attacking. Just like Rainne, my master, taught me.
“A shield, interesting,” the High Lord mused. The attack on my mind stopped, but I was weary. “Who taught you to shield from daemati?”
“An old master,” I replied. “No one of concern.”
“No one of concern?” Azriel spoke up. “Why are they of no concern?”
I narrowed my eyes and glared at the spymaster. “Because they died,” I replied simply, turning away the best I could from the male.
“Why were you so heavily armed when sneaking around Velaris?” Rhysand suddenly asked, switching the subject which I was thankful for.
“I was curious of how the city looked since I last saw it during Amarantha’s time and I also wanted some food,” I replied simply. “My weapons are for my safety.”
“Why would you need all those weapons to prove safety? Are you trained as an assassin?” Azriel asked.
I chuckled. “Might as well be, but no. I need the weapons because Illyrian males from the camps don’t exactly like me.”
“Why is that?” Rhysand spoke.
“I escaped from a camp that’s run by an asshole who holds old grudges,” I replied simply. “You all don’t need my life story, so what do you want from me?”
“Escaped?” Azriel said, narrowing his eyes. His hand falling from where it’d been picking at his dagger’s edge. “Explain.”
I glared in his direction. “No. Fuck off,” I replied.
Azriel stepped forward then, a knife coming to rest under my chin, pulling my gaze up.
“Explain,” the male ordered again. Rhysand remained silent, watching.
“You don’t need my entire life-“ Azriel slapped my cheek hard. I snarled from the hit, reeling and struggling against my bonds.
But Azriel had frozen. He looked to Rhysand and then to me, and then he was gone, only a flowing bit of shadows remained for a moment.
Rhysand remained very still, staring at me more thoughtfully now. “Interesting,” he mused before he walked out the door.
I growled, thrashing in my seat. The slap hadn’t hurt, it just triggered an ingrained instinct to snarl when someone, especially a male, hits me.
I breathed for a moment, staring at the wall blankly. Nothing to do, I thought with a groan of boredom.
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Azriel was losing his mind. He’d slapped the female Illyrian he was interrogating and then something had slapped him in the face in return. The feeling of a knot in his chest, and a roaring instinct to stop what he was doing and instead protect said female in front of him.
So he’d winnowed out into open sky, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. There was a knot in his chest that was a bit uncomfortable, and it connected to a very loose string. It was beyond weird.
He saw Rhys flying out of where the interrogation occurred and coming straight for him.
“What was that?” Rhys asked as soon as he got close enough.
“Something was wrong,” Azriel replied. “Very wrong. I cannot hurt that female. When I slapped her, as if the touch caused it, a knot attached to a loose string now is attached in my chest and my instincts scream at me to protect the female.”
Rhys eyed him. Then the High Lord chuckled. “Interesting that your mate is literally the one you knocked out.”
Azriel’s gaze locked on him immediately. “What?” He demanded.
“The feeling you described to me sounds exactly like what I experienced with Feyre before she knew about the bond,” Rhys laughed. “Now this is just hilarious.”
“It is not,” He protested. Then softer, “are you completely sure?”
Rhys laughed. “You feel like you must protect her, right? If I wanted to slap her myself, would you willingly let me?”
Azriel’s instincts roared up all in unison. He shook his head to try and clear it. “Alright, fair point.”
A heartbeat moment later.
“Shit what the fuck do I do now,” Azriel breathed.
Rhys laughed, wings still beating against the air. “Well, first I say we let her out the ropes, and then we plan a formal dinner at the House of Wind and have a chat.”
“How the hell do I tell a female I literally just kicked unconscious that she’s my mate?” Azriel thought aloud.
“I mean, I did do some pretty bad things to Feyre before, so I’m sure it’s amendable,” Rhys offered. “Just take your time. Get to know her. Court her. Need I explain more?”
Azriel sighed in frustration. “What the fuck. Why now world,” he whispered to himself. Then louder so Rhys could hear. “Let’s go let her out I suppose. Make sure she’s aware she won’t be harmed first, and then invite her to dinner.”
Rhys nodded. “I’ll be your wingman, with wings,” he said cheekily.
“Idiot,” Azriel responded affectionately.
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About 30 minutes went by and then Rhysand and Azriel returned. I felt a sudden release of pressure as a knife was brought right up near the membrane of my wings to cut the ropes off. I barked out in sudden adrenaline.
Then Azriel cut my other restraints and I eyed him more closely.
“Be more careful with that thing,” I growled at Azriel. “My wings are right there and I don’t think you’d like a shape object that close either.”
“It was that or touch the wing. I think you prefer the former,” Azriel replied. “Plus I’m much more able with my dagger than you think.”
“Why am I being unrestrained?” I asked, standing up to even my height with theirs a bit more. I spotted wings on Rhysand and only let my gaze settle on them for a moment before I met Azriel’s gaze with fiery intensity.
Rhysand replied, “We’ve concluded you are most likely not a danger to Velaris. So, as an apology for these events, we’d like to invite you to a dinner at the House of Wind up on the mountain.”
I eyed them closely, massaging the ropes’ feeling out of my wrists and shaking it out of my wings. “Why,” I simply replied.
“We’re interested in you, that’s all. We’ve yet to meet a female Illyrian who claims to have escaped a war camp,” Azriel spoke up. “So perhaps we can talk over food in a more peaceful setting.”
I glared at them for a second. “If I get my things back, then I’ll go to your dinner.”
Rhysand snapped his fingers, and there, my weapons and bag were.
“How and when do I get to this House of Wind?” I asked, sheathing a few of my daggers. And putting my sword back at my hip. Just because they didn’t say they were going to hurt me doesn’t mean they won’t.
“It’s a short flight up this ridge. You’ll see the balcony,” Azriel replied. “Come when the sun touches the horizon.”
“And am I allowed outside in the meantime?”
“I’d avoid the city, but yes,” Rhysand answered. “We will see you later Y/N.”
Then they were gone. Winnowed away.
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