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meher-sumedha · 3 years

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gwyn and az go to see a movie (any genre)

Gwynriel Modern AU Headcanon : Movie

@aelingalathyniusrailme I have an exam tomorrow but this is more important. Also Fluff and Banter! And sexual tension, a lot of it. Also Azriel totally being in love with Gwyn.

"Azriel!",Gwyn shouted from outside his door. Gwyn banged on the door a few times, "Az what the hell is taking you so long!" ,Gwyn was about to bang on the door again when Azriel opened the door, and Gwyn stopped her hand midair.

Gwyn just froze for a moment, and Azriel smirked. "Like what you see Gwyneth?" Azriel asked and Gwyn cleared her throat and rolled her eyes, she then said, "Why the hell are you wearing a fucking suit to a movie?" And turned around to stop staring at him.

She then went to the kitchen and knew Azriel followed her. She took out a bottle of water and drank from it, waiting for Azriel to answer, "Well I was hoping to woo some girls" And Gwyn choked on her water and Azriel grinned evilly.

Gods she hated him and his damn pride. His pride was so big that it could probably feed all the poor people in the world. "Woo some girls? Who even uses that phrase anymore. And besides, don't u have like a ton of right swipes on your tinder account?" Gwyn asked, trying to not sound bitter.

"Well I do but still. One to one action is always the best, ", "Well won't a bar be better for that?" And Azriel stilled. He then tried to cover up his nervousness by saying, "Well I know the girl I wanna woo will be at the movies, " "Wow, stalk much?"

"Oh please, that's how Cassian and Nesta got married. If Cassian hadn't stalked Nesta all those years, then they probably wouldn't be together right now." Gwyn considered that for a moment before saying, "Hmm Alright. But then we don't match. I'll change into something more 'exciting."

And Gwyn went into her room. Azriel finally let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Gods he hoped Gwyn didn't think of him as a fucking whore. He was doing all this to impress her anyway. This suit, the smirking, he'd hoped it was enough to impress her. Cause impressing a 'medical' girl, wasn't nearly as easy as he'd thought.

He couldn't just flash his smile to get her to swoon at him. No, she was wayy to smart for his own good. And wayy out of his league too. But he knew he'd fallen in love with her since the day he'd seen her in the white lab coat cutting open a frog.

Cassian and Nesta only made it easier for him, as they'd simply exchanged places when Cassian got together with Nesta. Gwyn took Azriel's old room (she went into Cassian's room and even she couldn't handle the smell of it) and Azriel had taken Cassian's room while Cassian moved in with Nesta in her dorm.

And he was already studying law at Harvard so it was pretty hard for them to spend time together. But they always took out at least one day in a month as a day off without any studying and hung out together.

And now Azriel was hoping he'd impressed her and- WHOAAA, Azriel almost fell over when he saw Gwyn walk out of her room with a glittery top and a black skirt.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He should have never tried this.

Azriel was regretting his entire life right now. He shouldn't have worn a suit cause now Fucking Gwyneth is wearing that damn dress that has made blood rush to his cock and he Fucking hoped that Gwyn hadn't noticed. Fuck. The way Gwyn smirked, he knew that she knew exactly what that dress did to him, and what it could do to boys.

Azriel was no boy. He was a man. But seeing Gwyn in that damn dress had made all the hormones in his body go crazy. "Ready Shadowsinger?" Gwyn asked, referring to his surname and gods the way it rolled on her tongue made Azriel nervous even more.

"Yea- Yeah" Azriel managed to choke out before following Gwyn out the door.

And even as Gwyn was going to the parking lot, all the eyes were on her, and her backless top. Azriel saw some perverts staring at her, so he immediately put a hand behind her lower back, and gave those pervs a deathly glare.

And then they entered the car, while Gwyn put on her 'Sour' playlist. And Gwyn sang along to all the songs, the lyrics already memorized. And it was like someone possessed her whenever the song, 'brutal' came on. Gwyn was shaking her head, banging the head board and having the time of her life, while Azriel slowly giggled. God he loved that weirdo.

ALL I DID WAS TRY MY BEST

THIS THE KIND OF THANKS I GET

UNRELENTLESSLY UPSET

THEY SAY THESE ARE THE GOLDEN YEARS

BUT I WISH I COULD DISAPPEAR

EGO CRUSH IS SO SEVERE

GOD! IT'S BRUTAL OUT HERE!

wait a minute, no no no no, you don't love her, GET A GRIP YOU DON'T LOVE HER! Azriel tried to remind himself but then he noticed he was smiling while thinking that and fuck.

And now that the playlist was finished, Gwyn noticed his little smile and asked cheekily, "What's got you smiling like a little boy?" Azriel realized that and immediately got back into his cool demeanor, "Noth- nothing" He said, trying to play it off. Gwyn just smiled and then looked forward, and then suddenly started playing with Azriel's hair.

He knew she was staring at him while doing so, but he didn't move his head towards her, just let her play with his hair, massage it, it felt good, it felt nice.

And then he stopped the car, as they hd reached. He finally looked at her, to find that she was still staring at him. Everything was silent now, "You have really nice hair." She whispered and Azriel swore that he felt himself blush a little. Correction - a lot.

Gwyn just smiled at that and said, "I love making you blush." And Azriel was immediately more nervous now. She then forced his gaze to look at her.

He noticed they were so close now. That if they just moved a teeny bit closer, they'd kiss. And then Azriel suddenly blurted out, "We're here" Which caused Gwyn to move back and groan. Fuck. You could've kissed her! Why the hell didn't you? And the dumbass of the year award goes to Azriel, azriel thought. Azriel mentally kicked himself before moving out of the car.

Gwyn followed and Azriel locked his car. They both decided to see a movie known as, They Fault in Our Stars, as Gwyn had a thing for Romantic, and also because she'd already read the book and loved it.

Azriel just rolled his eyes but smiled while doing so at her obvious choice. They went inside the theatre and fuck was it cold. Azriel was surprised that after 5 whole minutes of being in the theatre, Gwyn asked, or commanded, "Give me your jacket.", "What?" Azriel pretended not to listen and he could feel Gwyn roll her eyes even in the dark.

"Azriel I swear to god if you don't give me your jacket right now I will literally burn all your clothes." And Azriel tried to stop himself from laughing, but failed miserably, "What's the magic word Gwyn?", "Give me your jacket", Gwyn said in a deadly calm.

Azriel scoffed and Gwyn was still shivering, "Magic word Gwyneth" And Gwyn huffed but finally said it through gritted teeth, "Please give me your jacket".

And Azriel smiled at her and finally gave her his jacket. He remembered the way their fingers touched and how soft her skin- GET A GRIP AZRIEL, he mentally reminded himself.

They then watched the movie in silence. Well Gwyn did, Azriel mainly watched Gwyn. The movie ended and they both walked out of the movie theatre. The ride back home was silent, Gwyn was slightly smiling and looked like she was in deep thought, and Azriel asked, "Did you like the movie?" He looked at her to see that she was simply looking forward at the road.

"Mhmm", "Did it live up to the book?" And after a moment of silence, Gwyn replied, "I think it did."

And the ride back home was silent. It was around 11pm right now, and they were simply walking around, Azriel staring at the way how oversized his coat looked on Gwyn. "I'm keeping your coat." Gwyn announced while kicking a stone. "Are you even asking or telling?" Azriel asked with a grin and Gwyn stopped and acted like she was hurt, "Do you even need to ask that Azriel?"

And Azriel smiled at her. Suddenly out of the blue Gwyn asked, "Do you like me?" And Azriel froze in his spot, "Why- why do you ask?", "I don't know, I think you do, " Oh, oh. Was it that obvious, he thought.

"Well do you like me?" Azriel asked, not confessing as he really didn't want to be rejected today. And then Gwyn came up to him. And kissed him.

She took his shirt in her hands, and pulled him down to her level. The kiss was soft but rushed. Her lips were soft yet fast. He couldn't think about anything else except her lips on his. Except the way her body felt pressed against his. It was pure ecstacy, and it was an indescribable phenomenon, an unearthly experience.

He knew she was inexperienced, and then he realized that this was her first kiss. Wedding bells started going off in the distance, oh fuck.

Gwyn then broke the kiss, tried to smirk but Azriel could see the bright red blush on her cheeks as red as her hair, "I hope that answers your question." And then they walked in silence, but Azriel, he intertwined their fingers, he couldn't tell her that he liked her. He literally couldn't, it's like his mouth froze at that.

But he hoped, that this small action let her knew, that he liked her too. And by the way Gwyn was smiling, he knew it did.

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thehighladywrites · 3 months

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- “if it is so wrong, why does it feel so good?”

pairing: stalker/perv!azriel x reader, nesta, elain and feyre mentioned

summary: stalking and perving is azriel’s favorite activities. What happens when you finally drop the oblivious mask and confront him

warnings: dark content, stalking, perving (on literally everyone), breaking and entering, stealing panties, az having a darker side, getting turned on by your fear, az eating you out, reader being bold and hot as fuck omg,

amara’s note: okay this is very short bc it’s my first time writing a dark fic. Also i hope you like it and pls read the warnings.

Azriel knows he is some sort of sick freak. He knows he should resist his sinful glances at Feyre when she's cozied up on Rhysand's lap. He flexes a little extra just to spark Nesta's desires, fully aware of her fantasies. And as for Elain, well, let's just say he's playing a forbidden game of spying while she bends over to plant her greens.

Azriel's is extremely aware he shouldn't be harboring forbidden desires or indulging in the secret pleasure of stalking someone as seemingly innocent as yourself.

Azriel, the ultimate mastermind, keeps everyone guessing. Who would suspect the quiet, brooding and publicly respected spymaster to be a closeted perv and sick stalker? It's his most guarded secret hidden beneath the intimidating exterior.

Little does Azriel know, you're fully aware of his perverse behavior—his wandering eyes and spying shadows. It surprises you that no one has figured him out yet; after all, it seems quite apparent, doesn't it?

You don’t miss his lurking shadows following you around for hours. A regular fae would’ve missed it but not you. You’ve grown accustomed to him and his ways. You know him better than anyone else and you definitely know of his stalker tendencies.

Azriel believes he's smooth, avoiding outright ogling. Instead, he strategically glances at you during training with Cassian and while sharpening his weapons, subtly appreciating the way your body moves.

Pervert azriel walks up to you, complimenting your form, claiming while it’s good there’s something you need to fix. You don’t mind if he needs to grab your waist while fixing your pose right? And of course you’ll excuse him if he accidentally brushes against your boobs and ass. I mean he just wants to help you perfect your form!

He watches you walking through Velaris from the shadows, always hiding one of his shadows with you. He tells himself that he does it for your safety. Who knows, you might be attacked and he needs to be ready.

He absolutely doesn’t want to hear how much of a hypocrite he is for also stalking you in the safety of your home aswell.

Azriel steals your panties, silently breaking into your room as he looks through your drawers, skimming through the collection of panties. He promises himself it’s the last time, though he’s made the same pledge seven times before.

Azriel's stalking tendencies lead him to roam through your belongings, touching everything to become familiar with your world. He goes to your vanity, picking up your perfumes, and indulges in the forbidden pleasure of smelling the one thing he desires most—you.

Lying in your bed, his head on your pillow, he starts shifting in the sheets, inhaling more of your scent. He revels in the trespass and wrongness of being in your bed, knowing that you might catch a hint of his own scent lingering there, a twisted thought crossing his mind that it could confuse, frighten, or even arouse you.

His cock swells at the thought of you scared, heart beating fast, trying to place who the scent belongs to.

He looks around and finds one of your shirts on the bed and picks it up to his nose.

Then he does the one thing he swore he would never stoop to. He pulls out his already hard cock and strokes it while inhaling your scent from the shirt.

—

He has timed you and learned your schedule hence why he now knows that you’ll be in the shower for the next twenty minutes, giving him the perfect opportunity for his perverse activities. He’ll pick up the laciest most intricate pair, keeping it in his room as some sort of trophy with the other stuff he has taken from you. No one can enter into his room anyways, it’s safe…

Pervert Azriel looks through the little crack in your door as you stand there posing infront of a mirror while wearing pretty much nothing. A lacy little lingerie set as you touch your body, hands traveling all over your tits, waist, ass then up through your hair as you spin around, admiring yourself.

You know Azriel is standing at your door, he isn’t really all that subtle with his hand down his pants as he jerks off at the sight of you.

It’s almost enough to make your eyes roll back into the back of your head, fucking gods, he’s pathetic.

You wanted to fuck him for the longest time. He could just ask you to fuck and you’d say yes yet here he is thinking he’s slick as he pervs on you. Even with all that in mind, there’s a sick, twisted adrenaline rush spreading through your body at the thought of the esteemed and highly respected spymaster doing something so dark and wrong like this.

“I know you're there, Az. Come out,” you say, a wicked smile forming on your face as you plot to utterly humiliate him.

His entire body freezes and Azriel cautiously emerges from the shadows, realizing he's been caught. You maintain that mischievous grin, ready to unleash your plan. The air thickens with anticipation as the confrontation unfolds.

“Az?”

He looks like he’s about to jump out of the nearest window as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Yes?”

“Why are you such a disgusting little pervert? Here I am trying on some clothes and you’re just perving on me. How do you think that makes me feel? I mean I could be super afraid and you wouldn’t have any remorse? Who does something like that?”

Azriel's face heats up at the mocking question, flushing as he tries to respond.

“Az, I asked you a question,” you assert, walking over to him. His embarrassment is palpable as he apologizes, rambling about not knowing what came over him, begging you not to tell anyone.

You already know the answer, and a knowing smile plays on your lips as he seeks forgiveness.

“You’ve done a very bad thing, Azriel. Bad people deserve to be punished. You of all people understand that, right?”

Pushing him back onto one of the sofas in your room, you creep closer, leaning over to whisper. Looking down at him, you place your hand on his cheek, letting your nails dig in a little.

“I think you deserved to be punished.”

Azriel's heart raced, fearing exposure for his hidden activities. Was this it? Would you punish him by revealing his actions to everyone?

Before he could plead for forgiveness, you stood up, walking back to your bed and beckoning him over with two fingers.

As he approached, ready to sit, you extended your leg, placing your foot on his stomach, halting him in his tracks..

“Not so fast,” you assert, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “The bed is reserved for me. You can kneel on the floor.”

Azriel complies, gracefully sinking to his knees. His gaze meets yours, his beautiful eyes revealing a mixture of submission and desire.

“You’re going to eat my pussy. If you manage to make me cum, I won’t tell anyone about your disgusting behavior, understand?”

He couldn't believe what was unfolding. Was he really about to taste you? About to experience the fantasy he'd daydreamed about every single day? He nods, but a disapproving tsk follows.

“I need more than a nod, Azriel. Do you understand?”

A quick, “Yes, I understand,” escapes his lips.

You can't help but smile at the swiftness of his compliance.

“That’s good. Now, I’ll be taking off my bra and panties and they’re very expensive and new so they better not go missing.”

Azriel affirms his understanding and then proceeds to drool over the way you slowly strip infront of him before you spread your legs and tell him to start.

He grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge as he dips his head down to run his tounge up and down your slit, tasting you before playing with your clit.

You gasp in pleasure, letting out moans as your hands find their way to his hair, urging him to keep going.

Azriel’s hands dig into your thighs that are currently smushing his head. He decides to let you continue, telling himself that if he dies like this, he'd go down as the happiest person in history.

“T-that’s it, right there.”

A breathy moan escapes your lips as you feel two of his fingers enter you. Your hands grab his dark soft hair as he started pumping his fingers, relishing at the way your soaking cunt is squelching and squeezing him.

You whimper at the way his thick fingers strecth you out then curl against that secret spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You start to slowly fuck yourself on them, eager for more of him.

“You taste even better than I imagined, fuck.”

His desperate voice only spurred you on.

It doesn’t take much longer for that feeling to build up in your stomach, the tight cord eventually snapping. You squeeze and throb around his fingers as you cum hard, letting out whines and mumbles.

Azriel helps you ride out your high, memorizing every facial expression in case this is the last time you ever let him this close again.

He pulls out his fingers and lick them clean then goes back and licks your pussy clean.

You let out a giggle at the sight before you, casting him a look of fake sympathy as you pull yourself together.

“Well, look at that. Seems like I’ll be keeping your secret after all. I mean, what a shame to loose such a good little pussy eater, right? I might just keep you around.”

You beckon him to rise, tossing your underwear onto the sofa before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Glancing back at his flushed face and heavy breathing, you offer a secret smile.

“Who knows, next time I might even let you fuck me.”

Turning around, you leave him to his thoughts as the shower starts.

Azriel stands there for a moment, his desire evident. Unable to resist, he takes your panties and bra, always craving something of yours.

He promises to himself that he won't do it for an eighth time before hurrying back to his room, to finally help himself

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hellacioushag · 3 years

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**not sure if i’m blocked, but my post seems to have disappeared so i figured i would post again about this post from @offtorivendell about gwyn's age being problematic when shipping gwynriel:

i’m trying very hard to understand the intent behind this. because reading this whole thing, saying that gwyn is basically a young teen in fae years, sounds like an insinuation that anyone who ships her with az is ok with child abuse/pedophilia. i get you said this take is not to be hurtful and you would be respectful, but this is how it sounds.

let’s say for arguments sake this was a genuine concern when reading. that you are just a concerned gwyn fan who doesn’t want her to be in a compromising relationship. i’ll humor this post as best as i can.

the fact that she talked about how she was not able to participate in the great rite, not because of her age, but because of her location - being remote - leads me to believe she’s old enough to be in a sexual relationship with a fae male. considering the great rite doesn’t pair people up based on their age bracket and it’s just a fun orgy for the fae one can assume she could have paired up with a 20 year old fae, an 80 year old, a 578 year old... so claiming she’s too young for this doesn’t make sense. next.

alis and her nephews are urisks. they are not high fae or river nymphs. they age at a significantly slower rate. that alis quote was pointing out how difficult it is for her species and the high fae to reproduce. it was pointing out why both covet their young. the reason tarquin is considered a young high lord is he’s the youngest one and also he hasn’t had a chance to rule since he was crowned UtM. that’s why they talk about him being idealistic, he’s not used to court politics - which he admits when with feyre. he doesn’t have the cynicism the others have due to his age and time ruling. next.

rhys himself was 28 years of age when the war started 500 years ago. that means cassian, azriel, and mor were all around the same age. they were old enough to fight and have sex. cassian and mor had sex with each other, but no one claims they were too young to be having sex. cassian was in a relationship with a valkyrie, a seasoned warrior, during the war. i haven’t seen anyone write a post about how cassian was a victim of statutory rape. 28 is not a child in their world. next.

if we are putting this creepy feel onto gwynriel, that gwyn is too young for azriel, then we most definitely need to put that title onto feysand, nessian, elriel, elucien, feylin....literally every ship in this universe aside from elain x graysen and feyre x isaac hale (her mortal barn boy in case anyone forgot). having been mortal at one time does not exclude them from the “he’s too old for her” title. they’re all younger than gwyn. wow, what pervs. next.

azriel saved gwyn so there’s a power dynamic... ok so guess that means elriel is out. feysand too since feyre saved all of prythian. guess she’ll have to go to the continent for some lovin’. cassian, sorry nesta saved you so now she holds too much power over you. do you see how bad that argument is? saving someone does not disrupt the power dynamic. especially when these characters are equals. gwyn did not train for months and complete the blood rite not to be considered an equal to azriel. next.

gwyn sounds younger than everyone... ok, but she’s not. she grew up sheltered. her only sexual experience was violent. that’s why she doesn’t read smut as easily as emerie or nesta. reading adventure books does not make her a child. it speaks to her desire to be her own hero, to be a warrior, which she now is. and sorry, but truth teller is a pretentious af name. silver majesty >>> truth teller any day lol. as for the friendship bracelets, sure that was very “tweens at summer camp” moment, but it was to signify that gwyn has found a sisterhood with nesta and emerie. if we’re gonna use this as evidence that gwyn is too young then we can also use nesta making an imaginary friend real (the house) and nesta asking said imaginary friend to make a miniature pegasus. the entire slumber party scene had the tween girl feel to it, but you’re not claiming nesta or emerie as childish...

i don’t care what people ship. you want to ship elain and koschei go for it. you want a thrupple with mor, nesta, and the bone carver fucking have fun! i just don’t think it’s appropriate to make a post to talk about a ship that implies anyone shipping it would be supporting pedophilia. because this is essentially what you are saying. that gwyn is technically a teen in fae years so shipping her with az is problematic. i will give you the benefit of the doubt and say you did not mean to imply this, but it’s a bad take. let people ship what they want in peace.

#acotar fandom #acosf #gwynriel #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara #azriel #anti elriel #ship what you want #just don't accuse people of supporting child abuse

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elriell · 3 years

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Can we please get some actually wing play in the bedroom, desk, table, whatever?! And finally find out who has the biggest wings 😉 Sarah you have teased us too long. We demand answers and details.

Love,

a perv

Yes. Anything and everything will be accepted with joy, after we wait two years for the book, I think we will all be so desperate for every morsel we can! She has, giving us “Az is a Freak” and then expecting us to just go on... cruel wicked woman.

#m for ts #replies #elriel

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daily-coloring · 6 years

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Best of 2017 - Songs

Nem is hiszem el, de rengeteg dalt szerettem idén, sajnos ez már a komplett nagylemezekre nem igaz, de lássuk mi pörgött nálam 2017-ben a legtöbbet.

01. Morrissey - Spent the Day in Bed - Vitathatatlan az első hely, betéve tudom a szöveget, hiszen kb 100x meghallgattam idén.

02. Shea Couleé - Ride - Szintén ismétlőgombos, ment hetekig. Megunhatatlan.

03. The xx - A Violent Noise

04. Purity Ring - Asido

05. Hercules & Love Affair - Controller - Nagyon odáig vagyok ezért a dalért, minden másodperce nagyon kegyetlen.

06. Arca - Anoche

07. Aldous Harding - Blend

08. Charlotte Gainsbourg - Rest

09. Aadae - River of Tears

10. ionnalee - Samaritan

11. John Tejada - Ceol - Megint az év trance dala neki köszönhető, mégha ez nem is trance.

12. Macy Rodman - She Will Be a Relic One Day

13. Mermaidens - Lizard

14. Morrissey - In your Lap

15. Phil Selway ft. Lou Rhodes - Walk

16. Jens Lekman - Postcard #17

17. The xx - Say Something Loving

18. Shea Couleé - Cocky

19. Shinichi Atobe - Regret

20. Texas - Can’t Control - Idén a Texas olyan lemezzel jött ki amin nincs olyan szám amit ne lehetne szeretni. Csillagos ötös.

21. Sofi Tukker - Johny - A nyár slágere.

22. Sufjan Stevens - Mystery of Love

23. Hercules & Love Affair ft. Sissy Ey - Running

24. Perfume Genius - Wreath

25. Morrissey - Jack’s Only Happy When She’s Up on the Stage

26. Methyl Ethel - L’Heure des Sorcieres

27. Lorenzo Senni - XallegroX

28. LCD Soundsystem - Tonite

29. Julia Michaels - Issues - Jé, egy igazi pop dal. Keves jó volt idén, sőt annál is kevesebb. A pop haldoklik.

30. Joseph Shabason - Aytche - Tavaly volt az ambient éve, idénre nem sok kiemelkedő jutott sajnos.

31. Pollyn ft. Alexis Taylor - Findaway

32. Gorillaz ft. Jamie Principle and Zebra Katz - Sex Murder Party

33. FlatyDL - I’m Missing You - Igazi feelgood dal.

34. Depeche Mode - So Much Love

35. Blanck Mass - The Rat

36. Algiers - Walk like a Panther

37. Aldous Harding - What if Birds Aren’t Singing They Are Screaming

38. Macy Rodman - Strawberry Margarita - Nem lehet nem imádni!!!

39. Thomas Azier - Babylon

40. Arca - Reverie

41. The The - We Can’t Stop What’s Coming

42. Texas - Tell That Girl

43. St. Vincent - Los Angeles

44. Sinjin Hawke - They Can’t Love You

45. Saint Etienne - Magpie Eyes

46. Porter Ricks - Anguilla Electrica

47. Orson Hentschel - Wailing Sirens

48. Nine Inch Nails - Less Than

49. Morrissey - I Wish You Lonely

50. Hercules & Love Affair - Through Your Atmosphere

51. Gorillaz ft. Danny Brown and Kelela - Submission

52. FlatyDL - Wondering Mind

53. David Bowie - No Plan

54. The Black Madonna - He is the Voice I Hear

55. Benjamin Clementine - God Save The Jungle

56. Aaron Sprinkle - Invincible

57. Fiordmoss - Saccades

58. Future Islands - Ran

59. Kaleida - Think

60. Kelly Lee Owens - Anxi.

61. Konx-On-Pax - Cascada - Idén nem volt Gus Gus de itt van egy másik előadó, egy totálissan Gus Gus-os dallal.

62. Mathew Jonson - The Prophet

63. Moa Pillar - No Expectations

64. Ninos Du Brasil - A Magia do Rei Pt. 2

65. Sondre Lerche - Soft Feelings

66. Sparks - Edith Piaf (Said It Better Than Me)

67. Vessels - Radiart

68. Tale Of Us - Red Sky

69. Scott Bond - Sweet Release

70. Rezz - Premonition

71. Porches - Find Me

72. PINS - Bad Thing

73. Marcel Dettmann ft. Ben Klock - Phantom Studies

74. Liz Aku - Flight & Fall - Ha soul akkor nekem idén Liz.

75. Liars - Cred Woes

76. Kirin J Callinan & Sean Nicholas Savage - My Moment - Stadiontrance.

77. James Welsh - Standing

78. James Holden - Each Moment Like the First

79. Inner City - Good Luck

80. Doldrums - Perv

81. Cosmo Vitelli - When Suddenly:Acid

82. Baths - Adam Copies

83. Bicep - Vale

84. Alison Moyet - The English U

85. Belle & Sebastian - We Were Beautiful

86. Davlyn Vlys - Furiosa

87. Everything Everything - Can’t Do

88. Fischerspooner - Have Fun Tonight

89. Ssion - Comeback

90. Tricky - Running Wild

91. The/Das - Moon - Az idei év legnagyobb csalódása volt a második albumuk.

92. Terrence Dixon - Frequencies Different

93. Legowelt - La Guerre Aux Reves

94. Lunice - Mazerati

95. Kölsch - Push

96. Jack Ladder - Susan

97. FJAAK - Spnd Ballett

98. Daphni - Tin

99. Happa - Bum Trance

100. Isolée - Pisco

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twinklefaerie12 · 7 years

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Azriel Fan Fiction Chapter 14

So sorry this took so long to get up. I’ve been super busy and lazy so I finally got to finish it this morning. I hope you guys like it and I'm sorry if it’s not that well written. Next chapter coming soon and Tarquin Fan Fiction chapter 1 coming sometime this week :)

Azriel yawned as he woke up, laying on his back in their bed. Their bed. He smiled softly, caressing at the mate bond he could feel between them. He rolled over onto his side, moving to pull Amara closer to his chest. He reached over to grab her and frowned finding sheets.

His eyes opened, looking around the room and sighed. Come back, I want to hold you for a little longer he called down the bond wanting to hold his mate in the morning. He was surprised she was even awake so early as he usually woke up before she did. Before anyone else for a matter of fact, he tended to wake up early.

He heard a laugh through the bond and smiled at the sound. Impatient man, she called back at him and he chuckled. He sat up in bed, looking around the room and noticed his shirt was gone from the floor.

Where are you?

You'll see

He sighed and leaned back into the headboard, waiting for her to come back. He looked around the room they had made their own in a matter of a week. Her clothes had taken over his dresser and some of his closet. He really didn't mind, he didn't have many clothes anyway. He looked over at the side of the bed Amara laid on, picking up one of her pillows and held it to his chest.

He finally heard the door open and shut, putting her pillow back in its place and smiled when he finally saw her opening the bedroom door.

"Now where have you been?" He asked, a grin plastered on Amara's lips as she walked into the bedroom holding a tray of food. "I made us breakfast." She said, crawling into the bed and sat the tray down into his lap.

"Azriel, would you like some breakfast?" She asked, looking up at him as she tugged his shirt she had thrown on down to her knees.

He looked down at the food then up at her, slowly realizing what she was doing. The cheeky grin on her face kept spreading as realization crossed his face.

She was accepting the bond? She was, really, accepting spending life with him?

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly, looking down at the food she had placed into his lap.

Amara smiled happily, reaching over to kiss his cheek and nodded. "I am."

His eyes stung with tears, chuckling as he looked over at her. He quickly pulled her into a hug, hearing her sweet laugh as he smiled. His breath caught in the back of his throat, feeling absolute unconditional love and acceptance that he had been searching for his entire life. He had found that with the circle, but with Amara it was different.

She was his mate and they would get to spend eternity together.

Azriel pulled away from the embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as he smiled. He shook away the tears that had stung his eyes and sucked in a long breath. He quickly turned to the breakfast she had made them and started cutting pieces of the French toast and plopped them into his mouth.

Amara sat down beside him, legs curled under her as she let him eat his half of the breakfast feeling the bond settling in between them. She had finally gotten around to cooking him a meal and officially accepting the bond. It felt good knowing that it was done and that they were together until death parted them.

She hoped that wouldn't be anytime soon, especially with his job. If she ever found out that he had gone on a mission and didn't come back-

Azriel was staring at her, the thoughts and the fear written along her face and probably straight down the bond. He set down his silverware and pushed the tray to the side. His hands reached over for hers, grasping them in his own. That won't happen my gem. I'll be fine he said down the bond with a quiet gentleness he only used when she was upset.

Amara looked down at their hands, still thinking about the pain in her heart she would feel if he ever died. The fear of losing him so early, or ever, broke her heart. She felt him squeeze her hands, all of her fear shooting down the bond between them and she sighed. "What does it feel like, when the bond is broken?" She asked, her voice less than a whisper. She was surprised he even heard her question as his hand reached up to caress her cheek.

"Empty. Feyre said it felt as though an entire piece of her was missing." He replied, not going to sugar coat it for her. "But that won't be happening for a very, very long time."

Her eyes, not watering with tears from her own thoughts met his. "You promise?"

I promise

He pressed his lips to hers gently, soothingly to try and calm her down. He wouldn't lie, it was a fear he had as well but he knew that was their jobs and their lives. Death was an option whenever they step foot on the battlefield, or even just doing their rounds. That day in Velaris proved that well enough.

"Eat your breakfast, then you'll feel better." He said slipping an arm around her waist, kissing her cheek and brought the tray up to her lap. "Besides, we do have a wedding to go to today." He said a bit more cheery.

Amara nodded, putting a smile on her face and cut into the French toast. As she ate, she tried to put the thoughts of Azriel's possible death out of her mind. She leaned into Azriel's said, popping the sliced fruit into her mouth and grinned when she looked over at him. He was staring at her, a smirk on his lips.

"What?" She asked, frowning at him.

He brushed his thumb against the corner of her mouth, then brought it to his lips and licked it. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, feeling her cheeks heating. "You had syrup on your mouth." He said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes.

"Perv." She tried holding back the smile on her lips, going back to her food until the plates were clear and only a few slices of fruit remained.

They spent the rest of the early morning curled up in bed, playing with each other's hands and talking until it was time to get ready for the wedding.

"You should start getting ready. We have to leave in about an hour or so." He said looking down at her, letting her run her fingers along the scars on his hands. He pressed a kiss to her head, pushing a few strands back behind her ears.

"I'm surprised Mor hasn't coming knocking yet." Amara said softly, transfixed by his hands.

"She's probably too busy getting herself ready."

Amara chuckled, knowing it was true and reluctantly placed his hand down in her lap. She turned her head, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Don't you have to get ready as well?" She asked running her fingers along his bare chest.

"Just an outfit then fix my hair. Nothing too extravagant." He said with a shrug, running his fingers along her shoulder down to her back. She shivered in response and smiled. "Lucky you," She said and kissed his cheek one last time before slipping out of bed and walked towards the closet.

Azriel watched her happily, crossing his arms over his chest. He loved the way his shirts always looked on her. Too big they go just above her knees and she always rolls up his sleeves. He watched her as she dug through the closet, bringing out the dress covered in its bag and laid it out onto the small sitting bench at the edge of the bed.

"Where's you suit?" She asked, going over to the small vanity they had placed in front of the window for her when she first moved in. He shrugged, leaning his head back against the headboard as his eyes followed her closely. "Probably with Rhys somewhere. He was very particular about keeping all the suits with him and making sure they were perfect."

"That man is far too picky with his clothing." She said, starting to work on her hair as she pinned back layers and started curling and brushing. He watched her every move, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she applied cosmetics to her face and let her hair settle, as she had called it up in those weird circles. Once she took those out her hair was entirely curled, pushed back behind her shoulders and she looked radiant.

"I don't even have my dress on yet." She said with a smirk, having heard his thoughts through the bond. She was holding a tub of lipstick up to her lips and he chuckled. "You always look radiant my gem. Words cannot describe how beautiful you are."

Azriel stood, slipping on a pair of pants and kissed the side of her forehead. "I'm going to hunt Rhys down and get my suit. I'll be back once you're dressed." He said and left the room to hunt down Rhys.

Amara slipped on her dress, holding the small clutch in her hands as she waited for Azriel to come back. It was almost time for all of them to leave and she hadn't heard from him yet. Maybe Rhys was doing some last minute touch ups to the mens outfits.

She shrugged, pulling on her shoes and walked out to the hallway. Mor had tried calling her down into the living room but she had wanted to wait for Az. All of the men were still missing, surprisingly even Lucien, as she walked down the hall and into the living room where Mor finally noticed her.

"Took you long enough. I've been trying to call you."

"Sorry, last minute makeup." She said with a smile, looking over at all of them. "Where are the boys?" she asked looking down the hall again.

"Rhysand wanted to add a little detail to their suits." Feyre said, standing behind a couch.

Then all the men walked down the stairs, picking at their sleeves and Mor sighed. "You couldn't have done that earlier?" She asked, hands on her hips as she stared down her cousin who simply shrugged. "I am a man of taste."

Amara smiled, seeing Azriel in his deep blue suit, noting the light embroidering on the left sleeve of his jacket. It was the symbol of the Night Court, interwoven with Varian's court. "Very detailed." She mumbled looking up at Azriel. He had shaven, stubble no longer growing on his chin.

"You look beautiful as well." He said with a deep chuckle, kissing her cheek happily.

"All right everyone, be ready to winnow to the Summer Court. We don't have enough time to fly so let's go!" Mor said, everyone winnowing out of the Town Home to the Summer Court for the wedding.

It was warm in the summer court. Far more humid than she had prepared for as they all arrived outside of Tarquin's castle. The sky was bright and blue, clearer than even the sky in the mountains.

Everyone arrived, standing outside together in the blazing sun and she wished she had brought a fan to wave at herself. Rhys walked them down towards the main entrance of Tarquin's home, knocking a few times before the doors opened.

The two had slowly built up their relationship from when Rhys had stolen the book. Tarquin still didn't fully trust the night court again but it was getting there. Slowly but surely.

Tarquin himself stood on the other side of the doors, greeting them all into his home. She wondered if it was because he didn't trust them to be alone, or if he really wanted to greet them. He did not seem all that comfortable, taking Rhysand's hand in a firm shake and lead them through his home.

Amara couldn't help but stare at all of the fine workings in the home. The different appearance of furniture and even the color scheme. It truly was a beautiful home and Court, but she could never live there.

Tarquin lead them through the halls down to an open area with lined chairs. The ceilings were glass, giving the room light and a small balcony behind the altar, cloaked in soft teal curtains was open to the sea. From what she had heard, this was not the ceremony she expected from Amren's wedding. She would have expected one at the bottom of the library or in a cave somewhere. But maybe this was all Varian.

They all sat down in a row of chairs towards the front. Tarquin disappeared, going off somewhere to the side of the ceremony. The chairs were filled with summer court fae dressed in attire far different from the inner circle's. The summer court seemed to have softer colored clothing with simpler fabrics. Amara loved some of the dresses she saw and smiled.

As they waited, a man dressed in a very detailed tunic stood at the front of the aisle, standing under an arch covered in sea-foam green fabrics and seashells that looked like waves. A priestess stood right behind it.

Tarquin walked up behind Rhysand, whispering something into his ear and he stood, both High Lords walking away from the ceremony and she raised a brow. Where is he going?

Azriel shrugged as she looked back at him, slipping his hand into her own. They both looked back towards the front of the aisle. Varian looked nervous, a smile on his lips and he fiddled with his sleeves. The priestess giggled softly from behind him and Amara smiled. She wondered if Azriel would be that nervous if they ever got married.

She heard Azriel chuckling from beside her, squeezing her hand gently. I would be a far greater mess than what Varian looks like now.

Amara couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips as she squeezed his hand, then music began from the back of the room. Everyone stood at the music, turning to look at the aisle. First was Tarquin, a crown of shells now atop his head as he joined Varian's side.

Next was his sister Cresseida dawning a dress of pale blue that hung over her body carefully, gracefully as she walked down the aisle. She stood on the opposite side of the two men, smiling happily for her brother and his bride.

A short woman with black hair turned a corner and started walking down the aisle. Her hair was down, waved and almost brushing her shoulders. Surprisingly, she wore a white dress with a ruby necklace. It was simple, a heart neckline, sleeveless. The entire dress was layered chiffon and a top layer of intricate lace. Sometimes she could pick out a few shell designs in the lace. The train was long as she walked, and to all of their surprise, her arm was hooked around their High Lords.

Amren had asked Rhys to walk her down the aisle. The sight made them all smile as he escorted her up to Varian, giving her a hug whether she wanted it or not, before walking back to his seat.

With that the ceremony began, the priestess going through all the marriage rituals and speeches as Varian and Amren looked at each other. She swore there were tears in Varian's eyes and a smile on Amren's lips.

Their hands were tied with a soft piece of cloth, the priestess saying a few words before Tarquin took her place. "As High Lord of Summer, I officiate this marriage by law and proclaim you husband and wife." He said proudly with a smile.

Varian didn't take even a second before he slipped an arm around Amren's waist, picked her up and pulled her into a kiss. Everyone smiled, clapping and cheering for the couple. Cassian made a few whistles as the couple kissed and Amara giggled.

The couple walked down the aisle and everyone slowly filled out of the ceremony area to the ballroom where food and dancing would be held. They all looked back at Rhys as they walked, Feyre smiling the most. "Is that what Tarquin took you back for?" Cassian asked looking over at his friend, Nesta on his arm.

Rhysand nodded, "I always was her favorite." He said with a grin as he lead the group into the ballroom. All the windows were open and the large balcony was open to the crowd of people. Food was served along a table that went the length of the room and music played.

"I only asked you to do that because I couldn't stand you whining about not being in the ceremony." A voice said from behind them. Amara turned her head seeing the very short woman in her gown, Varian standing behind her looking proud.

Feyre immediately hugged Amren, congratulating the two on their marriage. Mor came up next, grinning from ear to ear. "I never thought we would see you in a white dress. I expected black to be honest." Amren grinned, "I wear white when I feel like it."

The woman's eyes slowly made their way through the court until they landed on Amara's. She raised a brow, looking back at Azriel who was standing behind her, his hand on her back. "Who is this?"

"This is Amara, she's a new member of the Inner circle." Azriel said pulling her closer to his side.

"She's your replacement since you left us." Cassian said with a smirk. "Azriel seems to like her better."

Amren chuckled, walking up to Amara and sized her up. "I hope you've kept that one in shape and that one in line." She said point to Cassian and Azriel. The latter simply chuckled while Cassian acted offended.

"I try," She said with a shrug and a smile. Amren chuckled and walked back to Varian, grabbing his hand and started to walk away. "Enjoy yourselves and make sure Cassian doesn't eat all the food."

Cassian frowned, "I'll eat as much as I want to thank you!"

The group laughed and they all split up going off to dance and eat and drink.

By the end of the night they had all tired themselves out with dancing and talking to other people. She had gotten to speak with Tarquin for a little while, asking questions about her curiosities towards his court. It really was fascinating.

Amara and Azriel did one last dance before the night ended, holding each other happily. She rested her head on his shoulder, holding his hands as they swayed to the slow song. "We've never danced before." She said, turning her head to look up at him. He was smiling, his eyes looking down at her as he nodded.

"I enjoy dancing with you, we should do it more often." He pressed a soft kiss to her head. He looked around the crowd, starting to frown as his eyes followed someone around.

Amara pulled her head off of his shoulder, following his eyes and didn't see anything other than a group of giggling women, clearly drunk. "Hey, is everything okay?" She asked, pulling him from his daze. He shook away the frown, smiling again and nodded. "Of course, let's keep dancing." He said kissing her cheek.

She soon forgot and stopped thinking about what he had seen, going back to dancing happily until the dance had ended and they had all decided to go home. They said their goodbye's to Amren and Varian, walking back to where they had first winnowed in. Rhysand and Feyre were the first to winnow away, then one by one until the only one's left were Amara, Azriel and Mor.

"I'll be right with you both, there's something I need to do real quick." Azriel said and Mor shrugged. Amara raised a brow, questioning what he had to do and walked back over to him.

"Come home soon, you have a mission in the morning." Amara said, giving him a quick kiss. She looked up into his eyes worried, wondering what he had to do so last minute.

Is everything okay? Azriel nodded, kissing her cheek and smiled. "Just something for the mission tomorrow, I'll see you at home soon." He said with a smile. He gave her lips a sweet kiss until he pulled away reluctantly, letting go of her hands.

Amara walked over to Mor, biting her lip as she looked back at Azriel. I love you he said gently down the bond.

I love you too

He watched them as Amara and Mor winnowed back to the Town home and she frowned. Something was off, he never did something like that late at night. Mor started walking into the house with her, turning to see her expression and paused.

"Don't worry about him. He'll be home like he said. Just try and get some sleep." Mor said, hugging her good night then left to go to her own home.

Amara couldn't help but worry as she walked back to their bedroom, going inside and slowly got ready for bed. She waited for him as she washed off her face and slipped into Azriel's shirt. She climbed into bed, laying on Azriel's side of the bed. She hugged his pillow, breathing in his scent and tried contacting Azriel through the bond. Az? She asked worriedly, staring out their window towards the night sky. Love are you almost done?

No response, every question received no response. Not even a stirring down the bond and she buried her face into his pillow. She tried calming the thumping of her heart in her chest as she shut her eyes.

I love you a deep voice whispered down the bond.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, curled up under the sheets hugging his pillow tightly. Something snapped inside of her and she jerked awake, staring around the room in fear. That gut wrenching feeling, one not even she could ever explain.

Tears filled her eyes as the mating bond severed and she could no longer feel Azriel tied to her. She felt empty, full of agony and pain as she sobbed and her mate was gone.

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