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Summary: Azriel and the rest of the Bat Boys have made a bet to see who can endure No Nut November the longest, and one of them is bound to snap.
A/N: I wrote this so fast you guys haha. Therefore, please excuse any spelling mistakes, maybe I’ll proofread it in the morning. Also, please be aware that they fuck through half of this.
Word count: 3715
Warnings: basically p0rn with very little plot (SMUT!! 18+)
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Apparently, Cassian and Rhys had both been blessed with patience rivalling that of their brother, as almost two weeks had passed since they’d proclaimed their bet, and none of the three had so far yielded.
Y/N sat with Mor and Feyre on one of the many balconies in the House of Wind and her lips pulled into a smile against the rim of her teacup as she watched the three Illyrians in question pummel each other into the dirt of the training ring below.
Anything for a distraction.
Though they were all shirtless, which didn’t exactly help.
Hello! Could you write a story where Azriel and reader are ambushed, reader is hurt and Azriel has to care for her? Thank you! 🤗
A/n: I live for soft Az
Warnings: blood and injuries
You hit the marble floor of the foyer of the River House hard. You clutch at your side, screaming out in pain. You and Azriel were supposed to be on a simple recon mission that took a nasty turn. It ended up being an ambush by lingering Hybern supporters.
The two of you put up a good fight, but one soldier got you in the side with a dagger coated in Fae Bane. It was a big gash too. You’re lucky Azriel had an energy left to winnow you back to Velaris.
Azriel clambered over to you, slipping in your blood a little. His face pales as he looked at the floor. There was far too much blood. Your wound wasn’t closing fast enough. Azriel pushes you to lay on your back and you let out a yelp. He sees your face has lost some color. You were crying, your face contorted in pain.
“Fuck,” Azriel lays his hands on your side to put pressure on the wound, “Its ok, we’re home now. RHYS! Just hold on baby, hold on.” The last thing you remember is laying a trembling hand on Azriel’s and then darkness.
When you open your eyes next the sun was just rising, casting a yellow glow throughout your bedroom. Azriel’s soft snores catch your attention. Your torso was still too sore to move so you turn your head toward him. He looked tired, like this was the first time he’d slept in days.
You tried to move into a comfortable position as quietly as you could. But, one shuffle against the sheets has Azriel shooting up, wide awake an alert. His shadows quickly swarm your body then return to their master.
He gives you a sad smile and cups your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re awake.” He whispers. You lay your hand over his, “I’m ok now Az. You can sleep.” He shakes his head, as if sleep was unnecessary. “How long was I out?” “Three days.” He says solemnly.
“Shit.” You go to sit up, but Azriel moves faster, gently making sure you stay flat. “You have stitches and I don’t want you to rip them.” You nod. “You must be starving, can I get you breakfast?” Your stomach growls at the mention of food. “That sounds nice.”
After he brought you breakfast in bed, Azriel spent all day and the rest of the week looking after you. He felt so bad that the mission went so wrong. He did everything from laundry to cooking to braiding your hair.
When your stitches had dissolved and the cut had fully closed a week later, you were a little sad you didn’t have an excuse for the two of you to sit in bed together. You got up to stretch and take a real bath.
As you wait for the tub to fill you run your hand over your smooth side. Madja told you it would leave a scar but you didn’t care, as long as it closed. You were just happy to be alive.
You sink into the hot water and let out a moan at your muscles relaxing. Azriel’s rapid knock on the door startles you. “Y/n? Can I come in?” “Yeah.” He enters giving you a pointed look. You smile up at him swishing the bubbles around the surface. “Will you get in with me?” You give him a fake pout to help sway his decision, like he could say no to you.
A/N: If he brought out a whip—
Warnings: intense impact play, don’t actually know the term for it but use of paddles crops/paddles/whipping instruments, safewords, blood, a gag of sorts, mentions of implied torture, Lady and the Tramp moment.
You can’t help it.
A scream rips from your throat as he brings down the riding crop on the already raw expanse of your back.
Mind-numbing pleasure crackles beneath your skin, melting to white-hot heat between your thighs as he degrades you, riding you out.
Azriel’s hand is fisted in your hair, keeping you on your hands and knees, even as your arms threaten to give out from the sheer intensity of euphoria he’s slamming into you, pounding every ounce he can give into your dripping wet heat.
The gag is slick with saliva and tears, teeth sinking into the cloth as your jaw trembles from the force of him—putting his weight behind every sharp buck of his hips.
Another smack of the crop has your back curving, mewling into the rag. He’s getting more comfortable with your request—raising the strength of the whips.
His shadows roll over your puffy clit, and you give out, his darkness already wrapping snuggly around your upper body to keep you where he wants you. Keeping you positioned correctly, so he can focus on using you, fucking into your cunt just how he likes.
Azriel will try anything you ask for at least once—the mother knows you’ve done it enough for him. Every time he suggests something, you practically pounce at the opportunity to please him, getting off on his pleasure so tremendously. He doesn’t feel like he owes you this, but he wants to give it to you.
Almost every kink he’s served up to you, you’ve swallowed down greedily, lapping at your fingers once finished. It makes his knees tremble, how eager your are sometimes. With things so many others have turned him down on over the past—no fault on them.
So he should be able to handle some light whipping, right?
It’s surprisingly strenuous…taxing, almost. But he can push through. He can scent how heavy your arousal is, a fresh wave washing over him with every crack of the leather against your smooth, delicate skin. Turning it shades of raw pink, beaten red, before it starts healing over.
Every time he’s strengthened the hits, you’ve moaned louder, sounding needier and needier with each harsh smack to your back.
It’s when he hits down harder and—blood spills.
A pained whimper whispers from your throat, bucking your hips back against his as your eyes are squeezed shut in ecstasy, tipping your head back into his fist with pure, feminine delight.
His world seems to spin, then stop entirely. He’s seen blood before. Countless times. All Fae bleed the same. Half-breed, half-born, man, woman, child—always run red. The tang hits him, and he’s back in those chambers. Those dark, dark dungeons. A figure strapped to a table, a blade gleaming in his scarred hand, the acrid scent just before they give—
Azriel doesn’t even realise the word he’s been murmuring softly on repeat, tapping at your back until you’ve pried the crop from his hand, cupping his jaw. You’ve already undone the bow of the gag, slipping it from your mouth, leaving raw slashes either side of your plump lips.
“Azriel…” you whisper hoarsely, wiping away the remaining tears from your eyes as you look at him firmly. “I’m here,” you murmur, thumbs stroking his cheeks, bringing him out of his head. “Hey.” His eyes regain their awareness—somewhat. “Look at me. Look at me, Az. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re both safe.”
His shaky hands settle on your waist, fingers trembling as they make to embrace you—pull you close to him, so he can fundamentally understand you’re okay. His heart sinks to the pit of his stomach as you place a hand over his chest, preventing him from doing so. He’d gone too far. He just knows he crossed a line with you. Drawing blood—
“Give her a few minutes and she’ll be right as rain,” you murmur, sweetly brushing the pads of your fingers over his skin. You lean forward, pressing your lips to the moonlight paths down his cheeks, like silver threads.
Your hands move to the nape of his neck, and he can feel himself shudder, wings trembling behind him, going from taut to relaxed in a matter of moments. Your fingers tangle in the dark, inky locks of hair at the top of his spine, and he softens beneath your touch.
His breathing is shaky, but he manages, dragging in deep breaths, counting, and releasing them. “It’s okay,” you soothe, stroking his hair, bringing him to the crook of your neck. “Want to check?” He’s not sure he can bear to look. Manage that movement.
“Let your shadows have a look, Az. I’m fine. We’re both okay.”
He hadn’t even realised how tight he’d pulled them, reeling them in until they’d barely been noticeable.
With a heavy sigh, he releases his grip on them, and they gush outward, snaking down over the bed, through the sheets. He almost hisses with the waves of information, but then they start twining around you, and he begins to relax.
It’s a pleasant coolness, really. Like silk made more…like air. They brush and drag over your skin, cataloguing your temperature, heart rate, emotion. The puffiness of your eyes, the red rawness of your back—steadily healing, the plump flush still obvious on your mouth.
“I’m sorry, Az,” you mumble, fingers playing with his dark hair as he grips onto you desperately. “I shouldn’t have rushed you. We should have gone slower with something new. That was my fault.”
“No,” he rasps, the word dragging from his throat. “It’s not—”
“Azriel,” you whisper, planting a kiss to the top of his head. “You can cry.” His vision blurs, eyes feeling heavy as heat washes through him.
You feel the steady drip drop of tears against your shoulder, and you hold him a little tighter. The tremors subside a little, but he’s still shuddering, so you continue pressing kisses into him, continue showing that quiet affection he uses for you in his solid, steadfast way.
“I love you, Az.” He nods against your shoulder, as if confirming with himself you said that. “So much.” More kisses, more tears. More shudders and tremors.
Eventually, you cup his jaw, lifting his gaze to your own. Both of you have puffy eyes, lashes wet as you stare at each other.
You press a kiss to his forehead. To the arch of his brow. The corner of his eye. The bridge of his nose, down to its tip. The crest of his cheek. The shell of his ear. Beneath his jaw. The column of his neck. Just below his lips, then at their edge.
“Lie down for me,” you mumble, shifting so he can settle on the bed. “Rest for a bit. I’m going to get us some food and drink, then we can just…be together, for a while.” He lays on his stomach, and you tuck the soft sheets over him, until they’re just beneath his wings. You press a kiss to his temple before quietly padding off the the kitchen.
He takes the chance to try and collect himself, taking in deep, sweeping breaths before exhaling. He’s with you. You’re safe. You aren’t upset or angry with him. You’re okay.
When you return, you’re armed with a tray, carrying a bottle of cordial, two glasses with ice within, and a large bowlful of—something. A smaller bowl is to the side but he can’t make it out.
“How’re you feeling, Az?” You say, setting the tray down beside him. He could moan at the food, if he had the energy. Pasta with a red sauce, salad on the side—seasoned with oil, vinegar and some other herbs. He thinks he can spot some salt and pepper in there too. “Better, now you’ve made something so delicious,” he manages, rolling over to sit upright.
He examines the salad, the tight tomatoes, the crisp cucumbers, the salad that looks so fresh— “you grew these. They’re from the garden.” Your lips quirk into a smile.
“I noticed some were good for eating this morning. I hope they’re nice.”
Azriel swallows, looking at you. “You haven’t tried them yet.”
You smile wider, “I thought they’d make a nice, refreshing treat.” His heart softens, memories of the events just past already beginning to fade. He takes one of the two smaller forks, and stabs a tomato, crunching it between his teeth. His eyes flutter with pleasure and satisfaction coils in your stomach.
“Good?” You ask, softly—nervously.
“So good.” He groans, already moving for some cucumber. You laugh with relief, picking up your own fork, moving in on the food. Both of you pick at each dish, clasping the wooden sticks between your fingers as you feed the linguine to yourselves.
Azriel groans at the mouthful, a deep-throated sound of pleasure that has you flushing at the quiet approval. Tomato and mascarpone sauce with mixed herbs and some dried parsley—he’d mentioned he’d liked it once.
You’re both so engrossed in the food you don’t notice you share a strand of the pasta until it forms a tightrope between your mouths. Azriel flushes, about to bite down to let you take it, but you lean across the tray, bringing your lips to his. He blushes—blushes—when you set a kiss to his lips, tongue flicking out over the edge of his mouth where a tiny spot of sauce lies.
He laughs, raising his hand to cup your jaw, thumb brushing beneath your mouth, swiping gently, before he laps at the skin.
You pull away, returning to your seated position as you watch him, keenly. “How are you feeling now?”
Azriel halts his ministrations, lowering the fork laden with tomato and avocado back to the bowl. “Better.” His eyes flick to yours. “I wouldn’t mind…trying again. But I can’t drawn blood. It’s too much for me.” Maybe in a few weeks, he’ll feel more comfortable with reattempting it, but until then…
You nod, “okay.” You return to eating, lips quirking at their edges.
He watches silently for a little, waiting for you to add to that. Maybe to push him a bit to feel him out.
“You’re content to leave it at that?” He asks when you don’t make to continue the exchange. You nod in response, “you’ve given me your answer.”
“And how do you feel?” He asks, shadows watching you with relentless focus.
This time you set your fork down. “I’m naturally a little disappointed we didn’t click on this one. But I hate the idea of you going through something unpleasant for the sake of my pleasure—I think it would make me quite unhappy. If we continued, I mean.”
“You don’t want to try it again?” He deflates, feeling a little like he failed you. It’s not often you bring up new things to try.
“Perhaps in a few months…” you hedge, eyes flicking about before settling on his. “Was it just when I bled, or was it before that, too?” He swallows, but he can’t lie to you. “A little before that,” he admits. Your mouth tightens, but you keep your expression neutral. “This isn’t meant to sound accusatory, but why didn’t you say anything before?”
“I…” He hesitates. Thinking. “I like making you feel good.”
“At your own expense, though?” He shrugs lightly, and can feel the moment your look turns into a slight glare before softening. “You can tell me those things, Azriel.” You mumble, settling your hand over top his own—he doesn’t flinch away as much any more, though it still takes him by surprise some days. “I like it when you talk to me. It helps me feel like I’m…doing something, for you.”
“You don’t need to do things for me,” he assures, gripping you back. You shake your head, smiling faintly now. “And how would you feel if I said that to you, hm?”
He blinks. “That’s different.”
A laugh bursts from your chest, “no, it’s not.”
“I don’t need you to do things for me.”
“But apparently I do?” You quirk a brow. “I like doing things for you. I like when you talk to me, and when I get to talk to you. I like when we can have conversations, like now. I like being able to do things for you, and I like it when you do things for me. It has a nice energy, like the ebb and flow of waves.”
You lean forward again, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You can’t keep giving, and giving, and giving, Azriel.”
He gives you a look, why not?
You kiss his forehead, cupping his jaw, smiling faintly. “Otherwise your seabed will dry up, and my land will be flooded. You have to let me give back to you sometimes.”
He snickers, and you look down at him. “I quite like the idea of flooding your land,” he smirks.
You smack him on the shoulder.
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ship: Azriel x Reader type: smut warning(s): kinky, explicit content, p in v, unprotected sex, vulgar wording, public sex; minors DNI!!! word count: 2,7k words synopsis: this is inspired by a quote from Hunting Adeline; Azriel has many intriguing fantasies, one of them playing catch and if he wins he gets to…
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“Run.” His voice like a growl reverberates through your entire body and your thighs clench together in desperate need of friction. “If I catch you, I fuck you.”
summary: you and azriel have been best friends for decades. giving romance a chance takes some time to figure out.
category: angst, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers (kinda)
word count: 3.5k
warnings: none i think
Notes: i cannot believe it took me a month to finish this up. i apologize for the wait and i thank you all for being so patient! life got super busy for a second there and also i just was not liking this chapter at alllll. but i finally do! it's a good set up for the next few parts which im so EXCITEDDD to write!!! as always /please/ let me know y'alls thoughts i love hearing them,,,, anyways enjoy :)
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Half the night you tossed and turned filled with longing and regret and the other half you felt your anger reignite. The back and forth of your emotions leaving you rattled and unsure of what to do next.
When morning came, you felt like shit. Dark bags under your eyes, face a greyish color, eyes bloodshot red and hair a mess. You stared at yourself in the mirror feeling the weight of the day ahead. You had to go to training and more than likely see Azriel, you knew he wouldn’t skip it, after that you had a meeting with Rhys, and then you had to work all day at the library. A sigh left you as you thought of the long day ahead and all the responsibilities you had when all you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep the day away. The thought of you and Azriel ending made you want to drop to your knees. If the possibility of that made you want to weep, you couldn’t imagine what seeing him today would do to you.
Closing your eyes you managed to quiet all your thoughts and started breathing in and out, telling yourself that Azriel hadn’t broken up with you last night. This was just a disagreement and everything would work itself out… You repeated this to yourself until you finally felt determination settle over you. Determination to work this out, to not let it consume you, and especially to not let Azriel see how much he had affected you. If he was going to act the way he did last night, cold and distant, then you would act the same.
So with one last look at yourself in this state, you turned around and started getting ready for the day.
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Every bone in your body begged you not to go to training. Your body was sore, thanks to Azriel, and the sleepless night did little to soothe your body. But you wouldn't give Cassian any reason to hold skipping for a second time this week against you, and most importantly, you wouldn't let Azriel get in the way of your duties to the Night Court. You owed much to Rhys.
As you walked into the training pit, you immediately noticed the Shadowsinger's presence. His back was turned to you as he adjusted the wraps on his hands. He continued what he was doing but you could tell by the slight twitch of his wings and the movement of his shadows that he knew you had walked in.
You wondered if he wished you had stayed back, if he wanted to see you, or if he simply just didn’t care. By the way he carried himself, it seemed like the latter. You fought against the pain blooming in your chest. You always wanted to see Azriel. Right now, all you wanted was to touch him, hug him, and rest your head in the space between his wings. But you were starting to realize your feelings for Azriel were stronger than his. Was he not filled with the same need as you? The realization came to you late in the night as you replayed the argument, the way he had looked at you, talked to you.
There was no doubt in your mind anymore that you felt more for him.
Training went by agonizingly slow, your heart never slowing down, your mind never letting you forget Azriel was nearby. You had tried sneaking looks at Azriel, hoping to catch him staring at you, but he seemed unbothered by your presence, never sparing you a glance.
You couldn’t understand how he could just turn off his emotions like this. You knew becoming involved with your best friend, as emotionally challenged as he was, would be difficult, and you were aware his profession relied on detachment of emotions but how could he act like you meant nothing after having consoled you just the night before? After showing you how much he cared for you. It didn’t make any sense and you felt that you were being toyed with.
Azriel was trying very hard to stay focused on his workout. He was ready to be done for the day, not wanting to be near you any more than he had to. He felt ashamed and embarrassed at his actions from the night before, and quite frankly he had not gathered the courage needed to talk to you. During all of training, his mind kept racing with thoughts of what to say to you, jumping from one thought to the other. Azriel felt all over the place and nowhere closer to finding the words to better explain his actions. He tried keeping his eyes off you, knowing he wouldn’t be able to carry on with his day if he saw how you looked. Instead he relied on his shadows’ descriptions of you- whispers of the bags under your eyes, the frown on your face, the looks you were sending his way- which didn’t aid his overthinking.
He wanted to comfort you, to hold you, but knowing he had been the reason why you felt this way made him feel sick. Training felt like torture, his self-deprication not letting him get the relief he seeked from a hard session. Deciding he was better off in solitude today, he started getting ready to leave. He figured if he could just get away from you, the smell of you, the whispers of his shadows, he could think of an apology. All night he had replayed the possibility of telling the inner circle, of becoming official, and he couldn't escape all the negative outcomes his mind had come up with. He needed to figure out an apology that would not compromise his belief in remaining private for as long as possible- until he felt assured that nothing would go wrong.
Finishing up your last set of drills, you looked over at Azriel for the countless time that day. He was stretching, having just finished his drills as well, and the anger building up in you took over. You started walking towards him as everyone else headed out and his shadows rushed around him, probably letting their master know you were walking over. He looked from his peripheral view to confirm and straightened up, turning his back to you and starting to walk away to the changing rooms.
You were livid. The way Azriel had ignored you during training irked you in a way you had never experienced before. You had never been this angry at him. You understood the way the conversation went last night wasn't the best but he didn't have to ignore you. All morning you kept trying to make eye contact with him and he had refused to meet your eyes. And the way in which he walked away when he saw you headed towards him right now fucking hurt.
The way he was treating you hurt. Never had you felt so little and unimportant to Azriel and although you had promised yourself you would be as cold and distant as him, your anger had other plans and you were not going to stand by this treatment, not from him.
Trying to catch up to his long strides you marched after him into the changing area
pushing the door open.
"Azriel" you said stopping a few feet away, his shirt was already off, back facing towards you. You ignored the tightness around your throat and the conflicting emotions rising within you as you tried to not stare at the sweat gleaming down his back, his wings in all their majesty.
His wings twitched while the rest of his body went still at the mention of his name. He didn't respond which caused a scoff to bubble out of you. You were in complete disbelief. This did not feel like your Azriel. This dynamic between you two was completely new.
"Are you really just going to ignore me?" You asked, anger coating your voice.
He remained quiet and took a deep breath. Internally he was a mess. He didn't want to say anything that would make things worse than he already had last night. He felt if he opened his mouth he would completely ruin everything and he was trying his hardest to not let that happen by remaining silent. He knew he was being unfair to you, but he had already hurt you last night and he felt unworthy of even being in the same room as you.
You however were not understanding that. All you could see was his cool mask of indifference.
"I'm just confused, Azriel. I don't understand what's happened. I believe what I asked for isn’t unreasonable, considering we've been doing this, whatever you want to call this, for over half a year. I don't understand your reaction."
You wanted to plead with him, beg him to turn to you to listen to you, to love you. You wanted to cry and have everything be alright. But you wouldn't. Instead you straightened yourself up and narrowed your eyes.
"Azriel, turn around." you said in a low voice.
Azriels fists tightened in response, you could see his knuckles turning white.
"Azriel. turn. around. Look at me, I'm trying to talk to you. This feels weird, this isn't us. " Your voice softened, exhaustion and pain taking over you now. "I want to talk through this."
Azriel turned around, your belly fluttering with hope. You were sure if you could just discuss this, everything would be okay. Your eyes met for a second and you thought you saw sadness in his eyes when he looked at you but you blinked and his walls were back up.
"I don't want to talk right now Y/N" he grumbled, dismissing your attempts at fixing the problem.
"Then when Az? When are we going to talk? Why can't we just work this out right now? Why does it have to be a thing? Just talk to me Az." Your breathing was getting more agitated with every word you spoke, his silence cutting deeply. Still, you carried on
"I’m sorry for the words I chose last night, for how it came out but… What did you mean last night? You are enough for me, I don’t ever want you to think that you can’t give me what I need. I know you can. You already give me everything I want. I don't see how telling our friends would change anything between us."
"It would change everything, don’t you see? It already has" he said, becoming just as irritated as you. He was over this conversation, he didn't want to have it right now, not when he still hadn't found the words to explain his feelings. Gods he hadn't even been able to tell you he loved you . He wanted to do that before having to tell everyone.
"How Az? How?" You almost shouted, your patience running out, you were ready to argue it out.
Suddenly the door opened, Cassian walking in muttering about forgetting something when he abruptly stopped, noticing the tension in the room. He could see both you and Azriel breathing heavily, your fists were clenched and Azriel's shadows were mostly covering him, swarming frantically. The way you both stood looked like you were engaged in an argument and he raised an eyebrow.
"Everything okay?" He asked. He looked at Azriel's face, set on a scowl, and then at yours, noticing the tears lining your eyes and your cheeks flushed pink. “What’s going on?” he tried again when he was met with silence.
Azriel held your gaze before muttering “Nothing” and winnowing away.
You and Cassian stood in the changing rooms staring at the spot Azriel had just stood in.
You blinked the tears that had welled up away trying to not let Cassian see but it was too late. He could see the state you were in and he knew he had just interrupted an argument between you and his brother. An oddity, given how close the two of you were. What could his brother have said to have you at the point of tears? Cassian started asking “What happe-” before you cut him off “I don’t want to talk about it Cass.” and then you winnowed away, going to your meeting with Rhys.
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In front of you stood your high lord and one of your best friends, Rhys. Immediately you wished you had winnowed somewhere else to compose yourself, Rhys could read everyone in the inner circle in a matter of seconds. There was no way he wouldn’t notice your current state. Your red rimmed eyes and your heaving breathing.
He took in your appearance for what felt like forever, but was really a matter of seconds, and raised his eyebrows in a questioning look.
You shook your head, letting him know you didn’t want to talk about it. He gave you a look that said he was sorry, but wasn’t going to let it go.
“Not only as your high lord, but as someone who cares very dearly for a friend, a friend that I consider family, you know I have to ask. What’s wrong?” he asked, going around his desk and leaning against it, arms crossed waiting for your answer.
You rolled your eyes “Really Rhys? You’re gonna pull the high lord card?”
He scoffed and shot you a smirk “Here I was thinking I was pulling the family card”
That made a small smile appear on your face. You knew Rhys was just worried and it wasn’t fair to take out your frustrations on him. If he showed up at your office in the same manner you would also ask.
“I’m sorry… just… feeling a little scattered. I didn’t mean to snap”
“My dear Y/N, you have been snapping at me since the day we met. I do not hold that against you. However, I will hold it against you if you keep things from me that are clearly disturbing you. I heard you missed training this week, I also heard you used your powers against Cass… and now you are showing up to our meeting, quite frankly, looking like a mess. So, what’s really been going on?”
You sighed and sat down across from him, head falling between your hands. “I can’t tell you”
At this Rhys stood a little straighter, eyebrows drawn in confusion. “You do realize one of my top spies telling me she can’t tell me something is cause for concern”
Your eyebrows rose in alarm “I don’t mean it like that Rhys, you know I tell you everything of importance. It’s just… it’s personal”
He sighed and went to sit next to you, placing an arm around you. “Alright… I won’t press you if you really don’t want to talk. Just know you can always come to me”
You leaned into his side and whispered “I know Rhys, thank you.”
He squeezed you into his size letting you rest there for a few minutes before proceeding with the meeting.
“As you know, we will be hosting a gala at the end of this week, it will be a chance to celebrate the alliances we have built after the war and for the courts to further strengthen relationships with one another. Eris is coming to stay with us for the next few days. Now that Beron’s rule is over, I have offered our courts help to Eris. I intend for the Autumn Court’s new High Lord to have as smooth a transition as possible, otherwise all our work to remove Beron was for nothing. Hopefully, in return, Eris will help us when it is time to change the ways of the Hewn City and fully be the Night Court we all dream of. Now, I need you to keep an eye on Eris. I have no reason to doubt his loyalties, but one can never be too careful. I have already told him you will be there to help with anything he needs.” said Rhys, concentrating on some documents on his desk.
“I have to babysit Eris?” you muttered, crossing your arms. You had learned to not hate the former heir, he had proved himself to the inner circle and he was often around, strategizing with Rhys and whatnot. He had asked for Mor’s forgiveness, and everything had for the most part been worked out. However, Azriel still despised Eris. The High Lord's attempt to right his wrong has done nothing to diminish Azriels’ distrust in him. Naturally, due to your proximity to the Spymaster, you had kept a professional distance from him. Never actually becoming friendly with Eris.
“If that’s what you wanna call it, yes.” Rhys looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes “But I like to think of it as giving you the honor of being an extension of me for the next couple of days” he said, shooting you a grin, knowing you would like the sound of that.
A laugh burst out of you, “Alright Rhys, you don’t have to butter me up. You know I’ll do it, shouldn’t be too bothersome. Eris hasn’t been a problem for some time” you drifted off “Although, I do I wonder how Feyre will react when I tell her I’m an extension of her husband” you joked, standing up and walking towards the door.
Rhys chuckled, muttering about the kind of trouble you would get him into.
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Cassian felt weird about the interaction from earlier with you and Azriel. He was running the events of the past weeks in his head and he felt that there was something he was missing. He thought of your skipped practice, of your outburst during training, of Azriel’s mood at the debrief the other day and what he had just walked in on.
Clearly he hadn’t walked in on nothing, regardless of what Azriel said. Set on finding his brother, he wandered around the places Azriel usually frequented. He found him on his balcony, face in concentration, leaning his body over the railings, wings drooped, and shadows swarming around him in chaos. It had been a long time since he had seen his brother so out of sorts.
Cassian landed a few feet away from Azriel and approached him cautiously. Azriel looked at him from the corner of his eye and stood up straighter. “I want to be alone right now Cass.” Azriel said, trying to harden his voice to deter Cassian from trying, but Cassian knew his brother. He could hear the mask covering his turmoil.
Cassian sighed and went to stand next to Azriel. “What’s going on, brother?”
Azriel huffed and muttered “I said I wanted to be alone”
Cassian grinned at him “Since when do I follow orders from you?”
Azriel rolled his eyes but didn’t try to argue with Cassian, he knew there was no point. The general wouldn’t be leaving yet.
At Azriel’s silence, he continued. “Brother, we have been there for each other our entire lives. I am not going to leave you alone when I can so clearly see something plagues your mind.”
Azriel debated for a second telling Cassian what was wrong, he wanted to ask how Cassian navigated his relationship with Nesta. How he was able to put aside the fears and worries of things going wrong, of Nesta getting hurt because of him, but he reminded himself that Nesta was Cassian's mate. The bond tethered them to one another, and the risk of things not working out was significantly less, given that the Mother had decided they were meant for each other. No matter how many times he had prayed to the mother, you weren't his mate. He didn’t have that same level of assurance, Cassian wouldn't understand.
“I’m fine Cass, just thinking about work” Azriel said. He figured that excuse would satisfy Cassian, it wouldn’t be the first time work consumed him and had such an effect on him.
Cassian narrowed his eyes at Azriel before asking “Is that what you and Y/N were arguing about? Work?” his tone letting Azriel know that he didn’t fully buy it. At the mention of your name Azriel’s shadows became agitated again, the Shadowsinger having to reign them in from becoming a frenzied mess. He cooled his expression, hoping Cassian hadn’t caught any change in him.
“We weren’t arguing” Azriel stated, looking at Cassian in the eyes briefly before setting them back on the horizon.
Cassian scoffed “Az she was literally about to cry. Y/N always tears up during arguments. I heard some arguing before walking in, that’s why I walked in. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two argue. What happened?”
Azriel’s jaw tensed. His chest hurt at the thought of you crying. At the thought of him making you cry. He felt that he was only making things worse. He had to fix things with you, he just needed to figure out how.
Azriel ignored Cassian and turned to walk away “I have some work to catch up on. I’ll see you tonight at dinner” he said to Cassian before winnowing away.
Cassian was left standing there wondering what the hell was going on between you and his brother.
Summary: Sometimes when Az comes home from a mission things can get out of control.
Word Count: 1,679
Warnings: *SMUT*, blood, bruising and cursing
A/N: It’s been a while since I posted and I’m so sorry about that. Life has been crazy lately, but now that things are back to normal (ish) I’ll be posting more regularly. I have a bunch of requests to catch up on so if you requested a while ago and I never posted it I’m sorry! It will be up soon I promise! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this short fic with Az! This is my first time writing smut…. so let me know what you think! <3
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I hear the front door open as I drain my bath water. He’s home. Rushing to meet him, I just grab my robe to put on. Coming down the stairs, I see him in the entryway taking off his shoes.
“Hey Az!” I greet and watch as his stiffened form relaxes at my words.
“Hi beautiful.” He says back, spinning around to face me. When our eyes meet it’s difficult not to notice the fire in his gaze. He walks over to me and I meet him halfway. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a quick kiss.
Well, it was supposed to be a quick kiss, but Azriel had different plans. He pulls at the back of my head exposing my neck to him. He makes his way down my chin to my neck and down to my collarbone. I grab onto his hair and arch my body closer to him. He gives a deep moan and comes back to my lips. He grabs the back of my thighs as my queue to jump up. I cling onto him as he walks us up the stairs. My robe pools around my waist and he releases a moan as he notices how I’m dressed.
“I missed you so much, my love.” He says when we finally break for air.
“I missed you too.” I managed to get out. He smirks, pushing open our bedroom door and tossing me onto the bed. He looks at me with the gaze of a predator, and I’m more than happy to be his prey. I understand exactly what he needs from me. I knew from the moment I saw him at the door.
When Azriel has a bad day on a mission or in training he has multiple different ways to relieve his stress. Most days are just to cuddle up with a book or take a relaxing bath, but on rare occasions he needs to release his frustrations with sex. Today is one of those days.
He hovers over me pulling off my robe. As his scarred hands graze over my skin, I feel a wetness pooling at my core. I reach down and start to undo his belt buckle when he takes over for me. I watch as he flings his leathers onto the floor, never breaking eye contact. I note the obvious bulge in his boxers and pull him down into another searing kiss.
I move my hands down his torso and under his waistband, stroking him teasingly. He grabs my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist.
One second he’s standing up to remove his boxers, the next his mouth is back on my neck. I run my hands through his hair as he makes his way down to my chest, leaving marks that will definitely be there tomorrow.
His shadows creep up and bring my hands above my head pinning them there. He begins massaging one of my breasts and sucks on the other one. His unoccupied hand finds its way to my thighs, slowly circling around where I need him most. He runs his hands through my folds as his thumb plays with my clit. I arch my back off the bed and struggle to pull my hands free from his shadows, desperate to touch him.
He moves back up to kiss my lips, gives himself a few pumps, lines himself up and slams into me. Normally he allows me to adjust to his size, but tonight he just starts pounding. At first it was a bit of a shock, but after a few thrusts I realize I’m just along for the ride.
His pace never slows, if anything he picks up speed. The sound of slapping skin fills my ears and he moves his hands to my waist, holding me down firmly. He’s slamming into me so hard that I’m sliding up the bed towards the headboard. He pulls at my hips to bring me closer to the edge of the bed. His grasp on me only tightens as time goes on, turning my pleasure into pain.
I try to endure it for his sake. I know he needs this -needs me- right now and I can’t bring myself to stop it.
“Fuck.” He moans in my ear. “You feel so good.”
I kiss his shoulder as my response, but as tears fill my vision I know it’s getting to be too much.
I realize that I’m not wet anymore. Making this much, much worse. I can endure the pain from his hold on my hips, but every thrust feels like sandpaper scraping my insides.
He adjusts his grip on my waist and thrusts faster and harder. He’s getting close, and I tell myself if I can just stick it out for a little longer it will be okay.
The pain becomes too overwhelming and that has me do what I never thought I would need to do.
“RED!”
Azriel immediately stops his motions and looks at me stunned. “What’s wrong?!? Are you okay?!?” He asks looking frantic.
“I’ll be okay, I just need to stop. I’m sorry.” I sob, wiping away my tears.
“Do not apologize. Ever. Can I pull out?” He questions. I give him a small nod. He slowly pulls out of me and releases his hold on my waist. His shadows also release their hold on my wrists, giving my arms light kisses as they go back towards Az. He kneels before me and we both take note of the visible marks he left behind and the trail of blood seeping out of me.
“No. No no no no no.” He says mostly to himself, pulling at his hair. “Fuck. Oh my gods I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m so sorry dove, I- I don’t even know what happened.”
“Azzy, It’s oka-“
“Don’t. Do not tell me it’s okay.” He cuts me off, running off to the bathroom. As he gets up I notice his painfully hard cock. He was about to cum, and I ruined it. It looks so painful for him and I feel terrible for essentially blue balling my mate.
He returns with an entire first aid kit and a wet rag. He gently spreads my legs and begins wiping me clean. I can tell by his clenched jaw that he’s beating himself up in his head. I want to say something but nothing I could say will help this situation, so I remain quiet.
When he’s done cleaning the blood off of me, he rummages through the first aid kit looking for something. He pulls out a tube that I don’t recognize, meets my confused gaze and says, “I asked Madja for this when we first became mates. It helps to heal cuts on the inside, I can do it… if you're okay with that.” He looks at me with eyes filled with sorrow and I give him a small nod.
He sighs and twists the cap off the tube and squeezes some onto his fingers. He scoots closer to me and I spread my legs as far as I can for him. He clenches his jaw again and slowly pushes two fingers into me. I hold back my gasp as he moves them around to coat my walls. He pulls out and wipes them off on the rag.
He climbs back up on the bed and reaches over to pull me into his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder and grab his free hand to play with. Rocking me back and forth, he rubs a soothing hand down my spine.
After a while like this, he lifts me up and pulls back the covers of our bed. He lays me down and then climbs in next to me. I snuggle up into his chest and he puts his arms around me. “Az, it’s not your fault. We have a safe word for a reason. I should have used it sooner, so if anyone’s to blame it’s me.” I whisper and feel him stiffen underneath me.
“I’m your mate. The person you’re supposed to trust, the person who should never harm you. You’re the love of my life, I’ve waited centuries for you and I fucked that all up tonight. I know we have a safe word, but you should never have to use it with me. It’s my job to keep you safe, but I didn’t even keep you safe from myself.” He sobs.
I shoot up into a sitting position to look at him fully. Azriel does not cry, ever. Yet here he is, my mate, crying because he thinks he hurt me. I place my hands on either side of his face and look him dead in the eyes.
“Azriel. I love you so gods damned much. I do trust you, fully. After I said the safe word you immediately stopped. You stopped when you were about to orgasm. That shows me how selfless you are. Not all males would do that, but you did.” I kiss away his tears and continue.
“I never knew what it felt like to feel safe until I met you. You are the only person who puts me first and that means the world to me. I will never be able to repay you for all the times you’ve saved me. I love you Azriel and what happened here tonight doesn’t change that.”
He nods his head and I wipe the rest of his tears away then place a soft kiss on his forehead.
I slowly lay back down and pull him into my arms. This is my favorite way to sleep and I think it’s his too. Az nuzzles his head into my neck and I let my fingers play with his hair, lightly scratching his scalp like I know he loves. He places a kiss on my shoulder and flares out his wings to shield us from the world.
I’m drifting off to sleep as I hear a whisper so quiet I barely hear it.
“I love you too.”
a/n well I return from the dead to give you the last and final chapter of this unexpected series. What a journey it has been huh...
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Adapting to Day Court was quite a challenge. The months passed, but you felt nothing but an imposter. You knew you were safe, but no matter what you did, you just felt off. Afraid that the peace and quiet would be ripped away from you any minute. Still shivering at the sound of footsteps and at the shadows draping over corners of the room.
Helion, as much as he tried, didn't feel like a father to you. You appreciated that he never pushed it. Nor did he expect either of you to call him father. He was attentive and always showed up for all the meals. There was no forced bonding. If the conversation didn't flow, Helion never pushed it. Yet you had caught his hopeful eyes more than once. Watched him lean in and stagger back out of a hug. He yearned to have his kids back, but time had worked against him.
Breeding (NSFW) with Azriel (:
BINGO: Breeding
(Breeding. Azriel. Enough said. Enjoy ;))
WARNINGS: Smut, Breeding kink
Children had always been a back-burner discussion for the two of you. Azriel had had a rough childhood, you knew that, and you didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want. The idea of having your own children was always something you desired but you also were fine to wait as long as it took. It was a big decision.
You expected it to take several, several years for Az to come around to the idea but when you had come back to your shared home in the Illyrian village after running around with the young children all day, something seemed different about your mate.
“Az? Are you okay?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He had zoned out again mid-conversation, staring at your stomach for the fifth time in an hour. “Do I have something on my shirt? Is something wrong?”
“No, no. Nothing’s wrong.” Azriel assured, sitting up so that his elbows were resting on his knees. You didn’t fully believe him but also didn’t want to push so you distracted yourself, standing up to clear your plates.
“I know this camp is all macho men and all that sexist bullshit but I really did enjoy playing with the children today. Nyx seemed to get along well with the other boys even though Feyre was slightly concerned.” You chuckled, your back to him as you recalled the day. “And there was this young boy, he was so small, and he just latched onto me the whole day. I almost didn’t want to give him back.”
He came up behind you as you put the dishes in the sink, his arms circling your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You stopped what you were doing and turned in his arms to look at him, worry in your eyes.
“I can tell something is bothering you, why won’t you tell me?” You pouted, grabbing one of his scarred hands and bringing it to your lips to kiss. “You know I’m always here for you, right? Through thick and thin.”
“I know it’s just a…hard topic.” He swallowed, his free hand coming up to rest on your lower stomach. “Seeing you today with the children, with that young babe, it stirred something inside me. Something I didn’t think I would ever want until I saw it with my own eyes.”
Your breath caught in your chest as you quickly realized what he was speaking of, your eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you…Az, are you saying you want a child?”
The silence was brief but it felt like years, his eyes focused on where his hand rested. You waited a few more moments before cupping his jaw and tilting his face up to you, your eyebrows furrowing.
“Azriel?”
His pupils dilated as he met your gaze, watching you like a hawk before removing his hand and stepping back. “Do you?” He asked quietly, hungrily.
“I mean, I’ve always thought about it. Having a family with you. But I also wanted to give you space and time…I don’t want to push you.” You mumbled, biting your bottom lip. “But truthfully, I can’t say it’s not something I’ve wished for.”
His lips turned up in a smirk as his eyes darkened, your stomach filling with butterflies as you automatically responded to his look. You knew exactly what it meant, what he was thinking, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited.
“What have you thought about mouse?” He teased, pulling you by your hips until you were flush against him. “What do you think about late at night when I’m gone, with your hand between your legs, hm?”
Your face flushed as your body buzzed with anticipation. You could feel him straining against his leathers, feel his heart beating steadily in his chest as you rested your hand on his tan skin. It was getting dark as the last rays of the sun shone through the kitchen window, casting the two of you in a golden glow.
He leaned down, brushing the hair away from your ear and kissing your temple. You held your breath as he chuckled airly, watching goosebumps rise on your skin.
“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about right now?”
“Yes.” You responded immediately, your voice needy. Azriel grinned and took your hand, guiding it lower and lower until it stilled above your lower stomach.
“I’m thinking of how you would look carrying a child, our child. How your stomach would grow and stretch, how your breasts would fill with milk, how tight you would feel wrapped around me.” He growled the last part, his jaw clenching as he smelled your arousal. “I’m thinking of how badly I want to breed you, to bend you over and fuck you until you’re leaking from how much I’ve spilled inside you, and then fuck that back into your needy pussy until I’m satisfied.”
You found it hard to catch your breath as he bent down and ghosted his lips over your neck, your head tilting to the side to allow him more access. Your thighs were sticky from how wet his words had made you and while you felt like this conversation needed to be talked about more when you weren’t both this riled up, you wanted that scenario desperately.
“Fuck, Az, please.” You sighed, grabbing his hand and guiding it down until he could feel how wet you were. “Please breed me, Az. I want it, I need it.”
Before you could even blink he had you flipped around with your stomach pressing into the kitchen sink. You gasped when he flipped up your skirts, kneeling on the floor to move your panties to the side before he licked a hot, wet stripe up your dripping sex. Stars filled your vision as you grabbed for anything to hold you steady, plates scattering across the counter as he ate you out like a man starved.
He was flicking his tongue over your clit before dipping into your hole, tongue-fucking you and getting the most delicious moans that made his cock painfully hard. You were biting on your knuckles to keep your voice down, aware of the open window just in front of you.
Two of his fingers circled around you before he thrust them in halfway, removing his mouth to watch as you clenched around him. You started mewling, trying to push back farther to get them all the way inside but Azriel just clicked his tongue.
You heard the shuffling of his pants before you felt him pressing against you, the tip already covered with precum as he grasped your hips roughly. “I’m not going to be gentle, mouse. Are you ready?” He asked you, his eyebrows drawn together as he started to sink in without waiting for your reply.
Both of you groaned loudly at the feeling, your head dipping into the sink as he stretched you out and filled you like no other man would. Azriel began a brutal pace, angling his hips just right to hit that spot deep inside you. This wasn’t supposed to be a love-making session. This was a breeding session.
As if he could read your thoughts you felt one of his hands grab your throat, lightly squeezing as you surged forward with each thrust. Your dress was all wrinkled up, your mouth hanging open, and you wondered if anyone was watching through the window as you got the fuck of your life.
“You were made to be bred,” Azriel grunted, pulling you up so that your back was now against his chest. The angle was awkward and straining but you didn’t care, your mind fuzzy with how much you needed him to fill you up. “Look at that face, those eyes, you love being treated like this. Like my own little breeding bunny.”
The name made you moan, losing yourself in his words as you nodded mindlessly. “Yes, yes!” You cried out, moving one of your hands to start playing with your clit as your orgasm started to draw nearer. “Use me, fuck, fill me up!”
Azriel tilted your head until you were looking at him, your neck craned all the way to the side. “You like being called that, didn’t you? Is that what I should call you from now on? My little breeding bunny?” His thrusts were growing sharper as his shadows started to curl around your breasts, ghosting over your nipples. “Maybe I should carve it into you, burn it into your skin so you’ll never forget.”
He was absolutely feral now as you whimpered, your pussy choking his cock as your eyes started to roll into the back of your head. The first wave of pleasure was enough to make you jerk in his arms, your fists clenching as you pictured him doing all of those things to you.
It wasn’t but two seconds later that he followed in your pleasure, a guttaral roar coming from deep within his chest as he filled you up with his cum. He had never came that much, his balls tingling from how long it seemed to go on. The mixture of your juices and his was dripping down your thighs and onto the floor, your chest flushed with sweat.
You were barely able to lift your head up as he slowly pulled out of you and rested you against the counter, his lips turned up in a wide smirk. He bent down and caught some of his cum that was leaking out of you, gingerly pushing it back into your cunt until you started trembling from overstimulation.
Azriel stood back up and kissed you tenderly, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispered, “This is going to be a fun night, my little breeding bunny.”
Summary - Azriel missed his wife, and he shows it.
Warnings - PURE SMUT! 18+ ONLY!
Author's Notes - As the warning state, this is pure smut! Short and fun to write, hope you enjoy ;)
“A-Az….Az I….mmph,”
“I know, baby. Just let it happen for me,”
You sighed, and a gutter moan escaped your lips as hands were on your hips, gripping possessively as your thighs were burning and sweat was going on along your skin and from your pores. All you were feeling was the insane pleasure deep within you, coiling up too tight in your abdomen and spewing out to touch the tips of your fingers and toes as your eyes were closed in bliss. Although you were feeling so tight in your stomach from how close you were to bursting, you were also shaking from how intense it was feeling.
Rightfully so, since you have been on edge for what felt like hours.
Summary: The Split-Fic is here!! @writingsbychlo and I are so excited for this! Featuring Tamlin's sister!reader as she navigates life after losing her family.
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 823
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The vast gardens surrounding the Willow manor are always beautiful in the peak of summer. Vibrant lilacs and blush flowers bloom far and wide not only across the Spring Court but live perfectly contained in the lavish garden of your brother’s estate; preened and watered daily by the house staff.
Just like you.
ship: Azriel x Reader type: angst, fluff; short story warnings: near death experience, mentions of being forced to do something you did not agree to word count: 6,3k words synopsis: The night court rescues a human that was forcibly turned into a fae too, Azriel is there to comfort when she feels at her worst, terrified and broken. And on top of it all, she falls in love, but thinks Azriel likes someone else and there will never be more between them than just friends...
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Your eyes shoot wide open as liquid swaps over your head. You were so close to death moments ago, and you doubt that you have escaped it now that you feel its icy grip around your throat as you are pulled down, deeper under water. Is this what entering the afterlife feels like? No, no, it is not. A sense of relief blooms in your chest when you realize your not dying, yet confusion clouds your mind. You are not dying, you are under water, but you are not drowning either. Is this a dream? A fever dream?
Acotar bingo: unrequited love please, with Eris, Az, or Rhys, your choice. Nsfw of sfw are both fine. Your writing is amazing!
Bingo: Unrequited Love
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You were watching him again. You felt your cheeks redden as you averted your gaze, guilt instantly sweeping through you. He wasn’t yours, and he never would be, regardless of how much you wanted him. You hated that your crush on the Shadowsinger had only grown, even after he and your oldest sister got together.
Okay okay okay, so errr I have like maybe a couple things but I'm not throwing everything with the expectation that you write all of them!!!
First maybe Azriel taking fem reader to a starfall ball. Bonus points if A already knows B is their mate, and they're waiting for A to find out
Okay okay now for Xaddy Xaden. WHAT ABOUT Xaden Riorson smut maybe? Idk I don't have a plot I just kinda want him
THANK YOU SO MUCH
A/n: I think this is my favorite fic I’ve written so far. I almost started crying writing this tbh. I went with Az bc I’m in a fluffy mood this evening but Xaden smut is coming I swear😉
Warnings: disgustingly fluffy
Azriel was surprised by how bold he had been in asking you to go to the annual Starfall ball with him. He didn’t want to dance around his feelings for you anymore, he had to tell you the truth. And tonight was the perfect night. Azriel never considered himself a romantic male, but that was changing tonight.
The reason for Azriel’s boldness was thanks to the mating bond. The bond had snapped for him exactly three weeks ago at breakfast. It was nothing special, just you, him, Cassian, and Nesta sitting at the table when it hit him. Feeling that golden thread come to life in his chest, being able to feel your calm heartbeat was the best thing that has ever happened to him.
For the first time in his life Azriel felt pure joy. He felt like everything was perfectly aligned. He was already head over heels in love with you and the mating bond just solidified that you were the one for him. You had known each other for centuries, and have been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. He was ready to take your relationship to the next step.
But would you want this with him? To be tied to him forever? He didn’t stop to think about that during his weeks of planning the perfect night to tell you. No, he couldn’t let his mind wander, he was too happy. He realized in his worrying his shadows were swirling around him and the hallway. Azriel called the rogue shadows back to him, he didn’t want to scare you when you came out of your room.
Just as your door opens the last shadow flys back to him. Of course the one shadow that was fond of you was last to come back to Azriel.
As soon as Azriel laid eyes on you he was speechless. You looked like the brightest star that would grace the sky this evening. Your dress was a beautiful light blue, made up of diamonds and pearls strung along the bodice. Your leg peeking out of the slit in your flowing silk skirt that had a layer of shimmering fabric that reflected in the light. Your silver heels clacking on the tiled floors as you made your way towards the shadowsinger.
“Wow.” He breathed out. You spun causing the dress to flare out, it practically glowed, just like you Azriel thought. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” Azriel suddenly felt guilty for wearing just a simple all black outfit on such a special night. A blush dusted his cheeks, “Thank you.” He holds out the box he’s been clutching for 2 hours, afraid he’d lose the gift he bought you. “I got you something for tonight.”
“Oh, Az, you didn’t have to get me anything.” You took the box from his hands, slipping one into his hands, smirking. “Very slick.” You giggle.
“You open yours first, and I promise I did not go to Mor for gift advice.” Azriel laughed, opening the box. His eyes went wide, he couldn’t believe you had given him something so beautiful. In the box was a silver signet ring with his wings and Mount Ramiel with the stars above it. “Y/n…this is incredible. Thank you.” He smiles down at you, his heart soaring at your kindness. “Your turn,” he slips the ring on his index finger, flexing his scarred fingers at the new feeling.
You open the skinny box to a gleaming diamond and sapphire bracelet. “Azriel! This is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you.” He takes the delicate chain out of the box, “Allow me.” You smile at him as he clasps the bracelet on your wrist. He brings your hand up to his mouth leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles.
He drops your hand, offering you his arm, “Shall we?” You interlock your arm with his and he whisks you away to the party. To the future he has planned for you, hopefully.
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The stars are about to fall and Azriel had stolen you away from the Inner Circle to watch them on a private balcony. You were very excited to watch the stars with just Azriel. You planned to tell him that you loved him tonight, something you haven’t said to each other yet.
Lost in your thoughts about the beautiful shadowsinger, staring up at the stars he sneaks up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. Startled, you turn towards his smiling face as he holds out a glass of wine for you, “What are sneaking up on me for!” Chuckling at your reaction he pulls you into his side, wrapping a wing around you, “Sorry darling, force of habit.”
You sip from the glass as the stars start to fall, watching in awe. The stars only hold Azriel’s attention briefly, more interested in watching you glow under their flashing light. Mother above you are beautiful, and he’s thanking her, like he has everyday since the bond snapped, that you’re in his life.
After a few more minutes of watching the stars you feel Azriel’s eyes on you. You turn, shifting a little away from him and smile. “I’m very happy I get to spend Starfall with you Az.”
“I am too y/n.” He swallows, now’s the time to tell you. He’s not backing out now. “I have something to tell you.” You say in unison. Laughing at your synchronization, you take Azriel’s hands in yours, swiping your thumb over the new signet ring reflecting all the blues and purples from the stars. “You go first.”
Azriel can feel his hands clamming up, it’s now or never. He’s just going to come right out and say it, even if it comes out sounding foolish. “A few weeks ago, at breakfast the mating bond snapped for me, for you. I could feel your heartbeat and happiness as you laughed at Nesta’s joke. And I swear in that moment I fell in love with you all over again. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to tell you. I understand if you don’t want this because honestly I don’t deserve you y/n or the love you give me. But I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Tears were falling from your eyes. You couldn’t believe what Azriel was saying. You wanted this so badly from the day you first met. All you wanted was his love, but this was even better. You had dreamed about finding your mate ever since your mother told you about the concept when you were a little girl. Now yours is standing right in front of you confessing his love for you!
“Yes Azriel,” nodding vigorously, sending more tears flying down your cheeks. “I love you and you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I’m so lucky to have you as my mate, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” Tears were now falling down his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him, kissing you heatedly.
In that moment the bond came to life in your chest. Glowing bright, connecting the two of you forever.
tags: @msiecrane @auggiesolovey
A/n: this is inspired by the babysitters ep of Bluey (yes it’s a kid show so what)
Warnings: none
Knocking on the front door of the River House you let yourself in, “Hi Feyre!” Nyx comes bounding towards you from the living room, “Y/n!” He screeches, clinging to your dress skirt. You kneel down, eye level with the little 5 year old bouncing on his feet.
Feyre comes into the entryway, “Y/n! Thank you so much for watching him tonight, it truly means a lot to Rhys and I.” You get up and hug your friend. “It’s not a problem. I love seeing this little guy.” Feyre leads you into the sitting room with Nyx holding your hand, where Rhys is sitting on the floor surrounded by Nyx’s toys.
Rhys stands to greet you, “Y/n, lovely to see you. What brings you over this evening?” He says giving you a feline smirk. Feyre gives him a look like she can’t believe he’s even asking that. You laugh, “I’m babysitting while you and Feyre go to Viviane and Kallias’ for dinner, silly.” At that moment the front door opens and closes, Azriel comes into the sitting room. He stops short seeing you, “Sorry I’m late, Cassian would not let me leave. I swear he’s a toddler.”
“Uncle Az!” Nyx runs over to the shadowsinger jumping into his arms. “Hey buddy.” Az says, clutching the boy to his chest. Feyre looks at Rhys, she knows her mate is up to something. “Sorry darling, did I not tell you Az could watch Nyx?” “No my love, I don’t believe you mentioned it.” He chuckles.
Nyx wriggles out of Az’s arms grabbing one of his scarred hands in his little one. He drags the male over to you as the little boy grabs your hand with his free one. “Mommy, daddy can both uncle Az and y/n watch me tonight? Please?” He drags out the last word looking up at his parents with big, pleading eyes.
Before Feyre can say anything Rhys answers, “Of course, that is if they don’t mind staying.” You look at Azriel. He looks hopeful that you’ll say yes. You and the spymaster have an odd relationship. You met him a little over a year ago at Feyre’s art studio. You work at one of the art supply stores in the Rainbow that Feyre happened to come into one day to pick up some extra paints. The High Lady told you all about her studio and offered you a teaching position if you were interested.
During your first class with Feyre, Azriel had stopped by and he ended up introducing himself. You were quite taken with his soft demeanor given his reputation. Not to mention his beauty. After bumping into from time to time and quick conversations you found that Azriel is a kind male. He always gave you his undivided attention when you spoke and you loved when he told you his thrilling stories from his years of spying.
You had quickly found yourself falling for him and had tried to keep your crush for Azriel to yourself. But keeping it to yourself was unsuccessful, one night after a few glasses of wine Feyre got it out of you.
You broke eye contact with Azriel to look down at Nyx who was looking between the two of you, hopeful you’ll both stay with him. “I’ll absolutely stay.” Relief flashes in Azriel’s face. “Perfect! Nyx, be good for your uncle and y/n.” Feyre hugs all three of you goodbye, quickly being ushered out by Rhys. The couple winnow away, leaving the three of you alone.
Nyx runs back to his toys, plopping down on the floor. “Can we play a game?”
…
A few games and a dessert definitely not meant for a 5 year old before bed, it was the little boy's bedtime. You and Az were sitting at the end of Nyx’s bed tucking him in. “Good night Nyx, sleep tight.” You say kissing his head. You and Azriel go to leave when Nyx suddenly sits up. “Wait.” You turn to look at him, “will you both tell me a bedtime story?”
“What do you say, think we can come up with a good one?” Az asks, you chuckle following Az back to Nyx’s bed. Sitting down next to Azriel you let him take the lead. He’s always been a great storyteller and you were excited to hear the tale he would tell his nephew. Azriel clears his throat as Nyx lays back down cuddling with his teddy bear.
“Once upon a time there was a girl who-“ “Princess” Nyx interjects, throwing off the story Azriel had set up. “What?” The boy rolls his eyes, “Mommy and daddy always tell me a story about a princess and a prince that save each other and it’s my favorite. Can you tell me something like that?” Azriel takes his time thinking about how to change his story. “Ok I got it. Once upon a time there was a princess who ruled over a beautiful kingdom. The sun was always shining, the people happy and cheerful, and occasionally a rainbow would appear after a storm. Showing the kingdom that even when things are dark and gloomy there’s always beauty hiding behind it.”
You smile, you didn’t know the spymaster had quite the imagination. Azriel continues, “On one of these rare days the princess was out for a walk. Shopping and watching her people enjoy the beautiful day. Before she could walk into her favorite candy shop she bumped into a dark, mysterious stranger.” Nyx gasped, clinging onto every word Azriel was saying.
“She was bright and bubbly, the complete opposite of the stranger. She apologized to him but he didn’t know what to say so he just nodded and stepped out of her way. She continued on into the shop like any other day. Not knowing she had changed the mysterious man’s life. After walking around town some more and bumping into the stranger several more times the princess wanted to know more about him. After running into each other again that afternoon the princess invited the man to join her for lunch. He was going to say no but something in his heart said he should. Talking during lunch the man revealed he was the prince from the neighboring kingdom, sent by his father to meet with the princess to start an alliance.
“Once they were back at the castle the prince and princess were inseparable. They would spend their days in the library, riding horses, and seeking out adventure. As the days went on she realized the prince had changed. He became happier and more open with the princess. On the prince’s last day of his visit he thanked the princess. She asked him why do you need to thank me. He said he was thankful she spent time with him and became his friend. Not many people would be because of the darkness that surrounded him.
“She couldn’t believe that the prince had no friends. She was happy she had a new friend too. When the prince went to leave the next day-“ you tapped Azriel’s arm, cutting him off. He looked at you and you pointed to Nyx, who was fast asleep. You both silently crept out of the room, gently closing Nyx’s door.
Once you are back in the living room you sit next to Azriel on the couch. He seems like he’s shying away from you. You clear your throat, breaking the awkward silence between you. “That was a cute story.” Azriel’s cheeks heat up as he tries to not make eye contact with you. “Thanks.”
You were done with awkwardness and avoiding each other. Moving closer to Azriel you grasp his hand, “It actually sounded like us, was it?” His head snapped toward you, his eyes going wide. You panicked, did you overstep? Did he not feel the same way about you?
It seemed that Azriel was also done with whatever awkward energy was between you. He cupped your face in his large, calloused hands and kissed you. It was exactly how you hoped it would be. His lips were soft and gentle, and you loved the way he held you. He pulled back, resting his head against your forehead. “Ever since the day I met I’ve been crazy about you. Getting to talk to you was always the highlight of my day. I don’t know why I’ve waited this long to say anything but I’d love to take you out to dinner.”
The biggest smile spread across your face as you nodded, “I’d love to go out with you Az.”
…
Hours later Rhys and Feyre winnowed back into the foyer of the River House. Feyre giggling and poking at Rhys’ face. “You are positively tipsy Feyre darling.” Rhys chuckled. “What can I say, the Winter Court wine is delicious. We need to get some for the house.”
“We can but the challenge will be keeping it out of Cassian’s hands.” The couple strolls into the living room, stopping at the sight before them. “Aawww Rhys look at them.”
At some point while talking, you and Az had fallen asleep on the couch. You looked so peaceful wrapped up in Azriel’s arms. And Azriel looked so happy having you laying on his chest. Feyre walked over to the couch draping a blanket of you. She was definitely going to get all the details out of you tomorrow.
