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acotarharlot · 1 year

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Clumsy (part 2)

Sorry if it’s bad lmfao I had bad writers block and made some shit up, hope you like it 🫶

It had been a couple days since your last encounter with…Cassian. You knew his name now. But that was about it. You couldn’t understand why this male occupied all of your thoughts. You even found yourself losing focus doing every day tasks, getting scolded by your father. This was foreign to you. You’d never wasted your time with boys or men. You were actually quite young compared to a lot of other women, only being 21. Considered a babe. This unfortunately meant you were a target in the camp.

Currently you were going through the store, where you spent majority of your time. While you were infatuated with the less than pleasant Illyrian, you were most definitely trying your best to avoid him. Of course that didn’t work and you would end up in awkward situations. Not even with proximity, but his stare, which you denied.

You wouldn’t forget or get confused, the end goal was to get out of this place. And getting involved or whatever it was with him would get you stuck. It was a price you weren’t willing to pay. That’s why you hadn’t gotten involved with anyone, friendship wise either. It was easier on your own. But that was why you had good observation skills.

It was near closing time by that point. And you were going to close up. Your father having left awhile ago. You packed up the shop and began the decent back home. In a few days you would make your escape. You just had to hold out until then.

Finally pulling the door closed you pulled out a key to lock it. A shadow in your peripheral vision caused you to jump and drop the key. Turning to the shadow you found nothing. Placing your hand over your heart you took a second to calm down. I really am so clumsy you thought to yourself. The sun was setting but you could still see the path to walk home. Trying your hardest to be careful. You never realised how uncoordinated you were until the recent weeks.

Walking along you took in the details of the camp around you. Some men were still fighting in the ring. While they looked big and muscular they didn’t radiate the forceful energy that Cassian did. You didn’t realise you were staring until one looked back. You immediately redirected your line of vision to ahead of you. You didn’t want any trouble. Which you thought you evaded until you heard the footsteps catching up to you. You kept your spine straight not to allude to any of the discomfort you felt. The stranger kept in pace with you. You turned and asked “Can I help you?”

“I just saw you looking over at me. I thought maybe you might want to chat.”

“Well, I’m sorry to give you the wrong impression but I don’t.”

It was rude but you wanted this man to leave you alone. You thought him attractive but not enough to ruin the plan you made.

He just smirked at you. You frowned and walked faster.

“You’re not even giving me a chance.”

You stopped and looked at him. Firmly telling him,

“I don’t want to know you.”

He reached out to grab one of your shoulders but before he could even touch you his hand had been pushed back. You felt another presence behind you.

“Don’t you know not to touch a lady without her consent?” You knew the voice, and whom it belonged to. Cassian.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise she was with you.” The man explained.

“She’s not.” Cassian replied.

You didn’t know why his words stung.

But nevertheless Cassian turned you around and began walking with you.

Once you were a safe distance away he scolded you.

“Why can’t you be more careful?”

There we go, the brute was back.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t understand how you keep getting into these situations.”

“I’m sorry? I don’t mean to be such a problem for you. You wondered if he would catch the sarcasm in your words.

In the rush of things you had began to take a path into the forest. Although he was mostly insulting you it was the most you’d ever spoken to him and you wanted to know more.

“ I want to understand why you just can’t keep your head down.”

“That man came up to me! You exclaimed. The anger boiling up inside you.

He had been leaning against a tree casually. Almost as if he couldn’t see how offensive his comments were.

“If I’m such an inconvenience for you then you should just let those things happen to me. I don’t understand why you go out of your way to help.”

He pushed off the tree and stalked over.

The proximity making your breath hitch.

“Maybe I like to be the one to save you.”

You let out the raged breath.

Then he kissed you hard. You had never kissed anyone so you tried your best to follow his lead. It was passionate and heartfelt. But he stopped. Breathing heavy he apologised.

You wanted more though. This was a whole new playing field for you. Never having experienced this kind of intimacy or feeling. So you kissed him, and he returned it immediately. This time silently asking permission to slip in his tongue, which you allowed. He was respectful and just held your waist in one hand and your head with the other. You also felt most comfortable with your hands on his chest. Time felt so fast yet, like you could hear the seconds droop slowly every second on a clock.

You pulled away first needing air. You felt a small bit of shame, knowing this was indeed you’re first Rodeo. This time you apologised.

But he just smiled down at you. While before you just thought he was a sexy kind of attractive, the sun setting on his face showed that he was actually kind of beautiful. Without meaning to you lifted a hand to trace his face. And he allowed you to do so. The word slipped from your mouth, very quietly but he still heard what you called him. He smiled, not smirked, and it was genuine.

“Why are you so upset with me all the time?”

You wanted to ask but once you said the words you wished you could take them back.

So you followed up with “I mean one second you’re quite nice and the next you act like I’m your worst enemy. I’m just finding it hard to read you.”

His face looked strained and you felt bad for ruining the moment shared between the two of you.

“I’m a general and this is an Illyrian camp, that is all I’m allowed to be.”

Whatever that means you thought. You continued on in casual conversation before you realised how late it was getting. Your father would wonder where you where.

“Oh shit, I really need to go.” You exclaimed.

“What, why?” He asked hurriedly.

“I just do” you said running off.

You would have to think of a very convincing lie to tell your father. Praying that he wouldn’t smell the general on you.

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acotarharlot · 1 year

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Clumsy

Cassian x reader (Part 1)

Summary: reader is uncoordinated and cassian is constantly helping her.

Not gonna like twilight was my inspiration for this HAHA

It was a day like any other, bone chilling wind, and unwelcoming temperatures. You had chores to do. You didn’t have the luxury of training much, unlike the males of the Illyrian camps. At least they had stopped clipping wings. You were currently doing washing for your father, as it was just you and him. Your mother having died long ago. You were lucky in the instance that your father wasn’t as cruel as some men, but he definitely wasn’t the definition of a caring parent. He had done the bare minimum. You had learnt some of the defence training but not enough if someone really had tried to take advantage of you.

You finished up the washing, not like you had a lot anyway. You walked a short whole away from your home, you lived in a house as your father ran a business. It wasn’t spectacular but you were better off than most people in the camp - better than a lot of other women. The family business was in training gears and equipments. Unfortunately your father hadn’t died in the war so you still worked under him.

It was currently early morning and you wanted to get some chores out of the way before you started the day. Picking up the washing, you began the distance back to your house. What you didn’t plan was the wet mud, slipping you nearly fell backwards, until a hand harshly gripped your arm to steady you.

“Watch yourself” the unknown man said.

You couldn’t register what was happening. This man had just helped you? But was so rude in his conversion with you. Almost like it was an order rather than a helping action. All you could do was look into his eyes to try and get some closure on the situation. His expression did not falter and he released you to walk away. You stood stunned. While most of the community here were horrid and rude - most of them would have let you fall. He looked like someone of importance, great power even. Better not to interact or get involved.The high lord had been down here, trying to right wrongs. Maybe that man was with him.

They had stopped the wing clippings, and tried to give women more freedom. I wonder why then, he was so brute in his reaction, you pondered. Realising you were still staring at him as he walked off you quickly turned on your heels, careful of the wet ground.

Later that day you had tried to forget about the interaction. But something just rubbed you the wrong way. Which was an issue as you had been treated unpleasantly your whole life. Maybe it was because you didn’t know the spiteful man. It made you angrier the more you thought about it. You currently were standing out the back of the shop going through stock, when you overheard your father talking to a man. They were exchanging information about a general in the camp. It made sense. That was the man today. You saw the look on your fathers face. He had to leave, assumably for a meeting. The sooner he left the better.

The man left the store in a hurry, with your father trailing behind him. This meant you had to watch the store by yourself. You lived for moments like this. Just being by yourself and in control. One day you would get out of this place and see what the world had to offer. Generally the males of the camp didn’t allow women to know of life outside of the life created here. So that they could be manipulated and controlled into slaving for the men. But through being quiet and observant you had learnt of other cities and adventures. The plan you were hatching would get you there. You weren’t going to let your only life amount to this. You almost felt bad for leaving your father here alone. But he is stuck in his ways and would have allowed you to be clipped - if not for new regulations. But the time had to be right. Or they would find you and bring you back.

It had been a few moments when you heard the door open. You had been going through records at the counter, when you looked up to see the familiar face. You subconsciously frowned. You didn’t greet him either. Just looked at him, waiting to see what he would do.

“Oh, hello” he said

“Hi” was all you responded in monotone.

“I didn’t realise you worked here?” He said as more of a question rather then a statement.

“Okay” you curtly replied.

He had been rude to you, there was no way you wanted to engage in a conversation with him.

After a moment you continued on, “is there something you need?”

“Yes, actually, I need a few training supplies”

Without saying anything you moved and motioned for him to follow, taking him to the selection of training equipment he was after.

He was content to look through the options. So you told him to yell out if he needed something.

You were feeling flustered by him. His energy just made you uneasy but in a way you hadn’t felt before. You couldn’t pin point it at all. You had finished going through all the records. And now you needed to complete the stocktake, your father had already gotten some of the boxes down from the shelf they had been waiting on. You contemplated for a moment, the ladder was old and raggedy. Usually you left that for your father. But he wasn’t here. And you had completed all of the other chores. And you didn’t want to be in the same room as ….that man, who’s name you didn’t even know. It’s not like he introduced himself. And neither did you. You made the rash decision to climb the ladder. You got half way up when you misplaced your footing and felt yourself slip on the ladder. You saw the end but before you could feel impact someone had caught you. For fucks sake was all you could think. Eyes still closed, you hoped that you had actually died and you were about to wake up in the after life.

“Do you always just fall like this?”

You’re eyes snapped open. Jumping out of his embrace, you stood up abruptly, fixing your dress.

“Are you always this rude to people you don’t know?” You bark back.

“Only ones that I think are pretty”

Who does this man think he is? It was a vast change from the morning.

“Who even are you?”

“My names Cassian” he said while staring into your soul.

You noticed behind him, he had placed the items he wished to purchase on the counter. Brushing past him you went to organise it all. Not wanting to be in that proximity anymore.

You counted up everything and told him the total. Just as you did, your father walked back in. Trying to ignore him you refocused on Cassian. He placed a larger sum of money on the bench and began to walk away after a small greeting to your father. You tried to call out to inform him that he gave too much. When in response he gave a scowl and said goodbye.

You were left in the dust and confusion. This man was giving you whiplash. You felt like a child unable to process emotions or social situations. If he was going to be rude then fine, but why switch it up? A headache began to form because you were furrowing your brows so intently at all the questions rummaging through your head. It didn’t matter anyway. Soon you would be far away from this place.

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Surprises

Summery: Reader and Azriel find out they’re expecting.

It had been weeks by that point. You had been feeling nauseous and fatigued. Thinking the cause had been overworking and stress. Rebuilding the city and fixing what the war had damaged. Nothing was more important to you. Nearly losing everything that had ever mattered. The grip that Azriel had over you. You felt like you could never relax. Knowing how close, just how very close, everyone was to ceasing existence. Or just how badly the war could have gone. While everyone had come out, you still felt that loss. The loss of what could have been. It could be trauma, no matter. You wouldn’t allow yourself to come that close. That’s why you hadn’t shared any of what you had been going through.

Any smell of food you had loved, made you unfavourably Ill. And you had been exhausted. It had to of been the pressure and exertion. Everyone was coping like that though. You knew Rhysand was working double time, and same with the rest of the inner circle. Taking a break was not an option - knowing that someone else would have to pick up your slack. Azriel had gotten up early that morning just as he usually did. However you certainly were not a morning riser. And even more so not recently.

It wasn’t like a sickness you had had before. No sniffly nose, no cough. But you knew you needed to cut down somewhere, and training was the better option. Of course Az had something to say about it. You promised you would be back next week. You were just going to see Madja. Fingers crossed and praying, you had hoped she would have some magic tonic that would cure you. The idea of being the weaker link was enough to furrow your brows. The Shadowsinger had no idea of your struggles. You tried your best to block it from trailing down the bond. Just this week you had vomited a couple of times, thankful Az wasn’t there to witness. Not that you were embarrassed. But he had missions and If his head was in the wrong place, he was certain to get injured. And you hadn’t want to be the cause. Hoping you could have this figured out before he found out. While he was the most kind hearted and giving mate. He had a low self esteem. His childhood deeply affected how he processed and reacted in situations and you knew he would take it personally.

So you sat patiently, in the waiting room, of the best healer in all of velaris. You tried not to fidget, but you couldn’t help pick at the skin around your nails. Frankly you were nervous. Irrationalising the outcome of your visit. What if something really was wrong? How would you cope? Would she be able to help? So deep in thought about all of the horrible illness that you could potentially have, until your name was called. You realised it was your turn to go in. Stumbling a little you searched around the familiar room. She had a variety of subtle herbs and plants. Tonics and medicines. Finally settling on Madja’s face. Taking in her wrinkles and kind eyes, She smiles.

“What can I do for you today Y\N?” Madja could decipher the difference about you. You had a glow enthralling all of your features. Even your scent had started to alter.

Hesitantly you couldn’t help but look around the room, trying to find the right words to explain your situation.

Clearing your throat “I’ve been experiencing symptoms lately, one’s that are affecting my ability to do my job. I just feel so tired. And sick. I feel like I can’t keep anything down.” You exclaimed. You felt frustrated at your body.

Looking at her face you can’t help but be confused at her still smiling. Madja read your expression immediately. Which preempted her to explain.

“My dear, I think you’re pregnant”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You had clarity now over your symptoms, but the diagnosis came with it’s own set of new problems. Your mind was telling you this was a bad time but your heart was swelling with love. Your mother had been tender hearted, giving and nurturing. You wanted to be a mother like that. The issue was that it wasn’t just you who the decision came down to. Of course no matter what, you would be the parent any child deserved. Anxiety crippled your ability to think. You realised you hadn’t physically reacted to the discovery. Madja was still looking at you.

“I…i…” you stuttered. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Of course I’ll have to do some tests Y/N, but I’ve been around long enough to know a pregnant fae when I see one.”

Pregnant. That was the only word spinning through your mind. It had only taken another 15 minutes for Madja to complete her tests and confirm the diagnosis. Thanking her you bid your goodbye. As you were departing she grabbed your wrist, turning to her - she cut you off before any words of yours formed.

“A baby is a very special thing, do well to be happy. Once in a lifetime are we blessed with such pure things.” Nodding your head, you smiled.

Feeling thankful for the fresh air outside of the medical building. You hoped you hadn’t let any of your emotion betray you by shocking down the bond. You wanted to tell Azriel. As a couple you hadn’t ever discussed having a family before. He was your only family, and if he didn’t want this - with you. The hole forming in your heart was enough for you to understand what would happen. At first you were worried but the more you thought as you walked, about a baby. The more you wanted it. You had so much love to give. But Azriel had so many things, His job, our enemies. Just the thought of someone harming your baby made your skin brush cold. The risk was significant. The war made you realise how vulnerable you truely were, how hard you fought and still couldn’t protect the people closest to you. When Cas had been sliced open, Azriels wings wounded. Rhysand literally dying, just as Amren had sacrificed herself. That was what the future held for you. Of course you suffered greatly during the war, encountering your own set of injuries. If you had a child, you couldn’t be so reckless anymore. You weren’t sure if that’s the fate you wanted for a baby.

That’s if Azriel wanted to have a part in it.

Just the uncertainty of his reaction. You sat down on a park bench. How where you even going to tell him? You had to think of plan B. Not just yet you thought. You had to be fair and give him the choice.

Looking at all the people, you saw them laughing. Couples, friends, families. You wanted that. But was it selfish? Of course you didn’t plan to get pregnant. You had barley seen Az actually, for a while, only having been intimate a few times, about a month ago. Thinking back you hadn’t taken your pregnancy control tonic. Idiot you thought to yourself. It was your fault. Putting your head in your hands you started to cry. This was so confusing, how were you supposed to feel? Surely not like this?

You felt someone sit on the bench next to you, looking up you saw Azriel. As someone who usually held a plastid face, he was showing a lot of concern.

“What’s wrong Y/N? I felt your distress down the bond.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Stop with that, I’m always available to you. What happened?”

His hands were placed on your knee and back.

Taking a breath, now was not the time to be a coward. You would be okay.

“I haven’t been well lately.” You saw him frown.

Continuing on, “ So I saw Madja, and uh, I’m pregnant.” You felt his hand tighten on your knee and you assumed the worst. About to apologise again he pulled you into a bone crushing embrace. The tears started to slip again.

He kissed the back of your head.

He pulled away once he realised you had been gently crying.

“Are you not happy Y/N?”

Wiping away the wet drips on your face, you let out shaky exhale.

“I just didn’t- I wasn’t sure if you would want this. We’ve never spoken about this…possibility in life.”

“I want you, forever. And whatever you want. A baby, no baby. I know it’s new but we can manage. We always have.”

You tried to smile but you just felt emotional.

“Cmon, you look after me, a baby is nothing compared to what I put you through.” He gave you a grin. Seeing how jovial he was, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you really sure this is what you want?”

“Y/N! I promise. I can’t even express how much I want this. A little you running around, what else could I ask for?”

Lifting your brow, “who says it won’t be a little you?”

He reached up to push a stray hair behind your ear “With any luck, I will have a beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, fiery, little girl, who is just like her mother. You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

Little did you both know that you would grow a mischievous little boy exactly like his father.

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acotarharlot · 1 year

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can you write a fic where Azriel and reader discover she's pregnant? love your writing

Surprise

Sorry this took so long! I’ve been sick and busy.

Enjoy!

Summary: Reader and Azriel find out they’re expecting.

“What can I do for you today Y\N?” Madja could decipher the difference about you. You had a glow enthralling all of your features. Even your scent had started to alter.

Hesitantly you couldn’t help but look around the room, trying to find the right words to explain your situation.

Looking at her face you can’t help but be confused at her still smiling. Madja read your expression immediately. Which preempted her to explain.

“My dear, I think you’re pregnant”

“I…i…” you stuttered. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Of course I’ll have to do some tests Y/N, but I’ve been around long enough to know a pregnant fae when I see one.”

“A baby is a very special thing, do well to be happy. Once in a lifetime are we blessed with such pure things.” Nodding your head, you smiled.

That’s if Azriel wanted to have a part in it.

You felt someone sit on the bench next to you, looking up you saw Azriel. As someone who usually held a plastid face, he was showing a lot of concern.

“What’s wrong Y/N? I felt your distress down the bond.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Stop with that, I’m always available to you. What happened?”

His hands were placed on your knee and back.

Taking a breath, now was not the time to be a coward. You would be okay.

“I haven’t been well lately.” You saw him frown.

He kissed the back of your head.

He pulled away once he realised you had been gently crying.

“Are you not happy Y/N?”

Wiping away the wet drips on your face, you let out shaky exhale.

“I just didn’t- I wasn’t sure if you would want this. We’ve never spoken about this…possibility in life.”

“I want you, forever. And whatever you want. A baby, no baby. I know it’s new but we can manage. We always have.”

You tried to smile but you just felt emotional.

“Cmon, you look after me, a baby is nothing compared to what I put you through.” He gave you a grin. Seeing how jovial he was, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you really sure this is what you want?”

“Y/N! I promise. I can’t even express how much I want this. A little you running around, what else could I ask for?”

Lifting your brow, “who says it won’t be a little you?”

Little did you both know that you would grow a mischievous little boy exactly like his father.

#azriel x reader #acotar #azriel #rhysand #shadowsinger x reader #azriel shadowsinger #a court of dreams #a court of thorns and roses

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A game for 2 (part 4)

Finally chapter - I hope you guys have enjoyed this story <3 it felt right to finish it off now, thank you so much for reading x

You awoke later on, the sun had set and dinner would be soon. Shit you thought. Getting up you refreshed your face and changed into a comfy outfit. You began the descend to the dining room. Finding half of the inner circle - which included Rhys, Feyre, Cas, and Nesta. Sitting down at your usual seat. Across from Cassian. You began conversation with all of them, flowing naturally and you had actually forgotten all about the situation with the shadowsinger. That was until he arrived - with Elain. This made you’re heart uncomfortably squeeze, but you tried not to show it on your face. Which was hard because you honestly were an open book. He sat down next to Cas, and Elain opposite him. You avoided his gaze - you didn’t know what you had expected but you thought the game had potential for more. Now you weren’t so sure. Was he trying to play with your feelings? You hadn’t though him to be that kind of man.

Dinner had arrived, and once again it had been exquisite. There was no way you were going to let a man take away your appetite so you piled that shit on. You had been laughing and chatting with Feyre and Nesta - with Rhys and cass putting in their 2 cents. You knew Azriel had been trying to catch your eyes but you made sure to block him out, as if he wasn’t there. This was working until you felt a shadow slither across your leg, completely jolting you, making a scene. Everyone stopped to analyse what was wrong with you. Flushed you looked to Azriel who was grinning, happy to have finally got your attention. Rhys was the first to speak. “What’s wrong Y\N?”

Embarrassed you played it off, “sorry, sorry” on the spot you had no excuse. Hating the feeling of the spotlight you continued “I’m actually finished, I’m going to excuse myself” you placed your napkin down on the table and pushed your chair in. Walking away you could feel everyone’s confused gaze burning into the back of your head. Once you were out of sight you ran to your bedroom, and locked the door.

You hated that he had this effect on you. If he had Elain why was he even bothering to flirt and play like this. All of these thoughts were playing on your mind as you had a bath. Thinking of what you should do, he was blatantly doing it in front of everyone, you hadn’t even told Mor. You didn’t want everyone to think you were trying to home wreck - even if Elain was mated to Lucien. It was clear she had a distaste for him. On one hand you did like the attention he was giving you, but then the other hand, did he think you were easy? And it hurt, knowing that it was fine to flirt and tease but you weren’t enough to be a lover. Maybe you were fated to marry someone for status, or just out of loneliness. Maybe if you just avoided him he would drop it. And things would go back to the way they were.

And so that’s what you did. You avoided him like the plague. Eating fast, showing up last to training, not walking around the halls. You wondered if he even noticed your missing presence. You had been spending a lot of time in a garden near by the house. It was a bit of a walk but you didn’t mind, as it was secret and you could be alone, to pounder all thoughts. Continue on with painting, poetry and reading. And while all of your master pieces had come out dark and gloomy, you felt better. This Azriel mess was admittedly a big thing for you but you also had so many things you needed to let in and let out. The time under the mountain, your horrible experiences, Rhys’s trauma and what you had witnessed other people go through. And even the war. It left a permanent stain on your soul, that would never wash away. But seeing your people safe, better than under Hyberns authority - you always came to the conclusion that it was worth it.

You had been doing this for a couple weeks, just leaving home after training, wanting to keep up at least some appearance that you were alright. Azriel had tried to catch you but you were very quick on disappearing. You weren’t ready to face him yet, and wanted to avoid him for as long as possible, you knew heart break was awaiting you in those conversations.

A couple hours had gone by and you were sitting on a picnic blanket in the tall grass, you really admired the wild flowers. You had been reading a book in the sun, when all of a sudden shade had protruded over your face. Looking up your heart sank. Azriel.

He spoke softly “you’re a hard person to get in touch with these days” sitting up you don’t look at him to reply “I’ve been busy.” He sat down across from with his legs sprawled out, leaning backwards on his hands, Just watching you.

You avoided his gaze trying to look anywhere else. It’s not that you were self conscious at all, it was that everything was about to change for the worst. He had brought it to you and now you had to grow a backbone and end it.

“I can’t help but feel like it’s me you’re avoiding” It was a statement, but it was definitely a beckoning to explain something, anything to him. You took in a breath and began.

“You’re my best friend right…and we’ve known each other for hundreds of years.. I’m trying to understand…our predicament. He didn’t move a muscle listening so intently to what you were saying. “I don’t want to play this game anymore. The truth is, I know you and Elain-“ he cut you off with “are friends” staring back at him. “It’s fine for you but I have real feelings and I don’t want them played with.” It came out a lot harsher then you intended but you were having an internal struggle not to cry due to the confrontation of it all. He made a move to grab your hand and you pulled it away.

“I actually have things to do anyway, this has just been silly of me” you had lost the internal battle as tears began to spill. Azriel was freaking out, this had not been what he was planning when seeking you out. He managed to grab your hand and pull you to a sitting position in front of him.

“You’re so bloody dramatic you won’t even let me explain!”

Stunned at the unexpected movement.

“ I know you have real feelings, I would never toy with them. Or start something with you if I was with Elain. We really are just friends, if been trying to support her through all of this.

You just looked at him, trying to grasp the words he was saying.

“I see now that I’ve never gone the right way about how I feel about you. When I was younger I didn’t think you would ever approve of someone like me, like I wasn’t worthy. Or if you even saw me like that at all.”

If what he was saying was true then he had returned your feelings the whole time. Something weird had started to evolve inside of your chest. Never had you felt something even similar. Panic struck your face and you couldn’t help but look at him in dismay. Until you realised it didn’t hurt. You looked down and found a connecting golden bright line to Azriel. “Mate” you whispered. He nodded his head.

“I’ve known for a while”

“How long?”

You said feeling very overwhelmed.

“I knew before you got trapped under the mountain.”

The weight of the revelation crushed you entirely.

“And you didn’t want to tell me”

This had tweaked at your self value. He didn’t want you.”

“No no, you were trapped under the mountain and I didn’t want to jump in your face the second you got back, i didn’t even know if you would want this.”

“But you’ve been in love with Mor almost half a millennium, I don’t want you to want me because the cauldron says we’re a match.”

“Are you not listening to me?” He said “As much as I love Mor and admire her, she’s my best friend, I was always devoted to you”

Completely dumbfounded you just looked at him. “I just needed you to know, the truth. And if you deny me, that’s okay. I won’t force this on you”

Words failing you, you just grabbed his face and kissed him. It felt like an explosion of emotions, like you had been living in a shell and he had attached all of your pieces together. You were in his mind seeing every interaction from his view point, feeling everything he felt. You had lived those memories and had no idea that’s what it was like for him. Finally pulling away, resting your forehead on his, you ask him one question.

“Are you hungry?”

The end.

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A game for two (part 3)

Hello my hunnies <3 part 3 and I really hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading x sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes lol.

A game for two part 3

You had opted to have dinner brought to your room that night. Just waiting and thinking of your next move. Just because you liked the man didn’t mean you were gonna let him win. You were your own person outside of your feelings for him. The change in relationship had you feeling all kinds of things. You were too worried about it to tell anyone such as Mor, or even Rhys - who would get all protective. You had to be strategic, if you wanted to win.

You bathed in the lovely salts and soaps, calming yourself down. You would need a restful sleep in preparation for the next day.

You woke up on schedule, like usual. However there was more of a spring to your step. More eager then past times, due to what awaited you in the training ring. Opting for a low ponytail to try and make yourself as sensual as you could without looking like you put in too much effort.

You put on a spare set of leathers - because your original pair had been damaged. You could tell that the leathers were a tad too small for you, accentuating all your curves, leaving little to the imagination. You were never afraid to show yourself off, but you also had never felt like you needed anyones approval.

Happy with the outcome, you made your way to the training area.

You had spotted the two Illyrian soldiers that were always up the earliest. You had made eye contact with Azriel immediately, noting his smirk.

Not wanting him to enjoy the view for too long you walked over to Cassian.

He started the conversation immediately.

“Hey, we missed you at dinner, are you okay?”

“Yes.., I’m fine, I had other things going on.”

Completely ignoring Azriel. A perfect way to make him jealous was by giving Cas all your attention but you knew he and Nesta were getting close so you would keep it to a low.

“Well, I’m glad.”

“Don’t worry too much, I will be joining you all for dinner tonight” you said giving him the biggest beadiest eyes you could muster.

He looked at you so suddenly, and gave you the most stern look.

“It’s important to eat” Such a goof you thought, of course he made this harder by acting like Rhys - brotherly.

“I did eat, just by myself. And judging by the fact I beat Azriel yesterday, I think I’m doing pretty well in terms of keeping strong”

You saw Cassian’s face turn from overbearing protectiveness to a one of amusement. Finally making eye contact with Az, you saw him lift an eyebrow.

“You did not win” the shadow singer proclaimed.

“I very much did, and I will never, ever admit defeat. I might even getting it engraved on a plaque.”

“Oh yeah, well let’s see today then”

By that point everyone had arrived, and you had prepared yourself with your choice of weapon. Mor had whistled at you, yelling out some choice words of encouragement. You giggled at her, she really was like your own personal cheerleader. Azriel had been waiting for you in the ring and you could tell as much because he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. He wanted to settle the score. Too bad you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Holding his stare you walked straight passed him, flicking your pony tail so he could get a whiff of your scent. And joined Mor. She was happy with your choosing her and you began. Training had lasted ages and Mor had tired you out. Remembering she was a total badass and had given you a run for your money. It made you feel better that she also looked worn out. Both of you had gotten in a good amount of tackles and demonstrated near perfect defence and offence. You had wanted to ask Mor if she would fancy accompanying you to a few shops in Velaris to get some new training gear but she announced she had a meeting scheduled in another court. That was fine, you could go all by yourself but you would have enjoyed her company. Walking back to your room, you quickly had a bath to freshen up and although you had wanted to stay there forever you hadn’t wanted to waste the day. After freshening up, you felt your tummy grumble. You didn’t like to eat before training as it made you feel sick. You thought you would head to the kitchen for a snack before you made the journey into the city. You had opted for a simple navy blue gown, nothing fancy but styled on you, the dress had a whole new look.

That will do you thought.

Finding your way into the kitchen you pondered what you felt like, not wanting to bother anyone you just had a quick geez at what was available. You saw a blueberry muffin, easy and quick. Grabbing it out of the cupboards, you nearly dropped it as you noticed the Rhys, and Feyre sitting down and the table close by.

“Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” You dramatically exclaimed.

“Sorry, sorry” he mustered.

You just looked at him disapproved.

“In all honestly I just wanted to check in with you, after yesterday..and we didn’t get to talk this morning…I guess I’m just trying to say we haven’t spoken a lot recently”

The revaluation hit you, you had been checked out for a while and not really spending time with any of them. You hadn’t gotten to know Feyre or even her sisters really. But then again it all came down to Azriel. You hadn’t liked seeing himself and Elain flirt and exchange lovers glances at each other. Maybe it was the emotion it evoked in you, in all of your relationships you had the upper hand. Always feeling like you had more to offer. But this wasn’t just your choice it was his too. And you had never made a move, but then again neither did he - until now.

“I’m really sorry, I know that it’s my fault, I didn’t realise how uninvolved I was being.” You said.

“I didn’t mean to upset you yesterday, I mightn’t have chosen my words wisely” was his response.

Through everything your brother was one of the most genuinely kind people you had the privilege of knowing. He really did always give people the ability to chose their own choices. You were happy for him now, especially to have found Feyre, even though when you had met her under the mountain she was fighting for another man, but indirectly for all of us. She was perfect as your high lady. Aside from gawking at her paintings you hadn’t made an effort, not really.

“Why don’t we just forget it, I’m not mad anyways, I get that you just look out for me”

You hugged him to prove your case, and he gripped you in return. Aside from Mor he was the only family you had left. Since your mother and sister had been slaughtered. You did feel sadness for your father but it was more the loss of a place holder. He wasn’t someone you would pick as a parent if given the choice.

Letting go you looked at Feyre, who had been sitting obviously uncomfortable, like she was invading on a personal moment. You sat down in front of her and beamed “I know I suck for not doing this earlier, but I’m going down to Velaris for some training gear, and I would love for you to join, If you would be so kind ?”

You could tell her and your brother were having a conversation in their heads before she responded with “I can’t get over how similar you two are.” She smiled genuinely before continuing

“I don’t want to bother you but there actually some shops I wouldn’t mind venturing into if that’s okay?”

She was so cute you thought to yourself.

“As a high lady you can do anything you wish” you proclaimed with a bow after standing up.

You saw the colour drain from her face with embarrassment. “Oh please don’t” she laughed. Rhysand threw an apple at you.

“Such a twat” he said to the mental shield you had up.

Holding out your hand for hers you winnowed yourselves down to the desired destination before walking around.

No matter how many times you had seen it, it has always taken your breath away. Maybe even more after being trapped under that horrific mountain for 50 years. Not having dealt with that trauma, you blocked the thought from your mind. You didn’t want to ruin this for Feyre.

You took her to all of the shops she had thought of, and you could tell that she was uncomfortable with buying luxurious items. You knew of her past and you felt guilty for her. Offering to buy anything she looked at.

She denied when you did.

Wanting to check out a store that sold flexible leathers and other gears you wanted to enquire about, you began the walk there. Feyre had wanted to sus out a craft store so you both decided on a time and a place to meet back at in an hour.

Arriving inside the first thing you saw was a very handsome Faerie. He charmingly greeted you offering his name - Saffron. Interesting you thought. The usual gentleman who run the store wasn’t here? He saw your questioning eyes which beckoned him to explain. “My uncle runs the store, he’s allowing me to work here to learn the family trade.”

“Oh..okay well I’m actually looking for a new set of leathers”

“That’s actually great because we’ve just gotten in some orders that we sent for a while ago. Some of the sets are actually quite rare, I can show you some if interested.”

You actually had been, wanting to take any chances for a bargain. Once you had looked over the options you picked out a few to try on. Since you didn’t have Mor or Feyre there to give opinions you though the shop keeper would do.

Being from the night court everything was dark, very on brand. But there had been a white suit, and while maybe not good in showing the enemy if you were bleeding or not, you hoped maybe you were good enough not to get stabbed period. Trying it on you stepped out into the shop keepers view. When he looked at you he let out a sharp breath, looking you up and down. This is what you were used to, it just being so easy to impress a male. “Well how do I look?” You ask wanting to tease him. “You get a pretty good view from the back.” But the answer hadn’t come from the shop keeper. And you knew the voice. Turning around you met the hazel eyes of Azriel.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Probably the same thing you are”

“Trying on womens leathers?”

He deadpanned at you. “No I think you’re doing that just fine for me.” Smiling feeling proud at his response. Suddenly feeling flushed, you had told him to shut up before retracting to the dressing room. Getting changed back into the previous outfit you grabbed the white set, and a normal dark black one, to replace what Az had ripped. The white one would be for show you decided, especially since not getting to indulge in anything for yourself for 50 years.

Walking back out azriel had gone. Good, you didn’t think the pink stain plastered in your face had wavered yet. Propping the outfits on the counter getting ready to pay until the fae named saffron shook his head and told you to put your money away. You were about to detest this as being apart of the inner circle “high fae” some shops wouldn’t allow you to pay. This was until he mention the man from before had put everything until his tab.

The audacity of this man. Fine you thought, I’ll take the skimpy leathers over there. This will certainly give him a run for his money.

You remembered that you told Feyre to meet you back at a certain time, thanking the man and grabbing your shopping you scurried off to the agreed destination - Feyre hadn’t arrived yet. After 10 minutes she came running over.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!”

“Please don’t be, I was early actually”

You saw her shopping bag and took note that she bought some paints. Rhys had confided in you that she struggled a lot with the war and all of her traumas. Good you thought, she deserved to enjoy that again.

You both tracked back home, and not wanting to walk up what seemed like a million set of stairs you winnowed to the top. Rhysand was at his desk filling out paper work when you huffed and frantically fell onto his day bed in his study.

Looking up he mused “A hard day of shopping Y/N?”

“Actually I had a great day with Feyre, gossiping about you.” This had caught his attention and as he smiled that devious smirk. “Good things I hope”

Wanting to provoke him you retaliated with “I don’t know any good things about you to say.”

“Feyre had a lot of good things to say about me last night” he said cheekily.

“Gross, that is just foul, I’m leaving”

You grabbed your shopping bags and left with a huff.

Feyre must have gone to her room to check out in more detail her purchases.

You had motioned the walk to your room, when you passed Nesta in the hall way. Thinking back to earlier you reminded yourself that you hadn’t been present enough. “Hey Nesta, I read that book you recommended, Totally worth the hype” you knew Nesta was extremely cunning so you had never been offended by her short conversations. Aside from when you first met her and though of her as a straight up Bitch. But now you enjoyed that she didn’t ask for much.

“Wait till you finish the second book, that’s where it gets good” you smiled at her and carried on knowing you would see her later at dinner anyway.

When you descended into your room you plopped down all of your stuff and laid down. Shopping and training had drained you. Content with a small afternoon nap. Thinking about what dinner would await for you.

#azriel x reader #acotar #azriel #shadowsinger x reader #azriel shadowsinger #rhys acotar #feyre archeron #reader insert

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A game for two (part 2)

Part two for my lovelies <3 you are all so unbelievably kind x I’m still learning how to use tumblr lol so pls be patient with me x

After the…interesting events of that morning. You had been in your room, now just reading some of the books that Nesta had recommended. You had certainly experimented in the lifetime of events you had lived. Different men women, positions, settings. But these books were enough to make you blush - which was saying something. You had needed the distraction, feeling like it was you who had been too bold. In all honestly you felt it was justified. It’s not like you had flashed him. You brushed it off, things would just roll over anyway - like they usually did. You felt sad as the book came to and end, aside from the ✨Spiciness ✨ of it, you had actually really loved the romance. You hadn’t really been exposed to an unconditional love. Of course there were your parents, but you hadn’t felt like they were a good example. Your father was a cold man, who never spared an emotion even for his children. The only reason for your mother living was an invisible bond- not a real love. You had wanted someone to love you because they chose you, not because the cauldron thought you suitable. You got up, the library would have some more reading material. Usually you would have opted to hangout with any of the inner circle or visit into Velaris. You actually had many hobbies too, being a painter much like Feyre but you preferred a different art style. Another reason you liked her, she gave a different perspective. As much as you loved your family dearly, spending 500 years with them and being locked under the mountain for 50 years - you kind of hope for some new perspectives and people.

Your combat training also being a big thing for you, you had to train in secret as it wasn’t approved for females to learn such things. And if your father had of found out, there would have been vicious consequences. But when he passed you were able to learn, with your brothers and Azriel. Which had made you appreciate it all the more, and want to excel at it. Be better then them. You had began the journey to the library. It hadn’t taken you too long, with the ability to winnow. Walking down to the section you had wanted.

So focused on the variety in front of you, you hadn’t heard someone else enter your vicinity. A cough brought your attention to them.

“Oh, Hello, Azriel” you smiled sweetly to him.

He frowned in response. “How is your leg?”

Not visible in the simple gown you wore, you looked at him and said “completely healed, thank you… for checking up on me”

Eyeing down your leg, as if he could see through your clothes, then bringing his eyes to meet yours, leaving a trail of goosebumps, following his gaze up your body.“That was unfair, in the training ring today”

In reality you had felt anxious about it, after your brother calling you out for it.

“I think it was totally fair, I mean you never know who you might have to fight some day” you looked smugly at him.

He took a step forward, and you one back against the bookshelf. “You always have something to retort with don’t you? Definitely Rhys sister.

Squinting your eyes at him, you relay that he got the ability of sarcasm and wit from you as a matter of fact. He chuckled and began to lift his hand, the close proximity of him to you made you sweat. His face so close you could see it in complete detail. So perfectly symmetrical, defined features. You had never been in a position like this with him. Even if you had wanted to be. Mind racing with all these thoughts, what if he would kiss you? Or touch you? Or anything. This was until he grabbed the book next to your head. Smirking down, at your utter shock and displacement.

“If you want to play dirty then we can.”

And then he vanished into the shadows.Taking a minute to actually comprehend what the actual fuck just happened. You had been in love with this man since teenage-hood, in awe of him, never making a move. And you show the slightest bit of boob and he acts like that. Maybe things wouldn’t just be brushed under the rug. What did he actually mean by that?

Turning around you see the missing book that had been all perfectly displayed moments ago for you’re choosing. Shocked once again, you realised the shadow singer had taken your favourite book, of course not the book you were there for. But you weren’t sure if that was him warning you, that he was knowledgeable about you. Or if it was simply just a coincidence.

Either way this was very unfamiliar.

A game you had no idea how to play with him.

What had you just started?

And did you like it?

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A game for Two

Pls give me any feedback <3 this is my first ever fanfic.

Part 1

You awoke to the silky feeling of your bedsheets. The comforting feeling had never faded, the simplicity of it. You couldn’t help but appreciate things like that. Just easy. For you, lately things had seemed complicated. There was a certain Shadowsinger who had stolen your heart. You had tried not to let it show, the vulnerable feeling had you recoiling into yourself. While you were very much an outgoing, electric person - the thought had you cringing, rejection. After all you were just Rhysand’s sister. Had known him for almost 500 years. You sat on the sidelines watching him love mor, and now elain. It was nothing against them. In fact, you loved you’re cousin dearly, and enjoyed Elain’s company. They were both exquisite women, offering beauty, compassion, and intelligence. It made your heart sting. It’s not as though you hadn’t had lovers, or even flings. It was just that when he was around, no one else had seemed to matter anymore. You thought that the sudden jealously had come from the new love interest, the high lady’s sister. You had known mor wasn’t interested in Azriel. But elain was new territory, and she didn’t owe you anything. Neither did Azriel. And maybe that’s why it hurt.

That’s enough self-pity you thought. Getting up you prepared yourself for the day. Washing your face and getting dressed. The same routine as most days. Training-breakfast- then whatever you wanted. Everyone had started to arrive at the training ground. Azriel had been there with Cas first. Playing it cool you spoke with them, just good mornings. Cas walked over to you. Pulling you into a slight hug.

“Good morning y/n)”

“Morning cas”

By that point azriel has walked over and patted you on the shoulder.

That was pathetic you thought to yourself. He most definitely only saw you as a sister.

You patted his hand on your shoulder and gave him a genuine smile.

You missed his heart skip a beat.

And so, the rest of the inner circle had come to upkeep their skills. You opted to verse you’re usual sparring partner- Mor. Pulling out your choice of weapon, you wait patiently for her. Not expecting azriel to walk over.

He must have seen the confused look on your face. Willing him to explain.

“I’ll be you’re partner today”

“Oh….okay haha”

You’d wanted to smack yourself.

If it was anyone else you had have all the confidence in the world. Being able to flirt like it was nothing.

Never being able to connect with him on that level. Cas was easy, maybe because you both viewed each other the same, a sibling love. But you had guessed the love you had for the dark-haired Illyrian had been unrequited.

Training with him had been difficult but not just because of the harboured feelings, he was dangerously skilled. And while you were not a beginner and had defined skills in all combat training. He had an unfair advantage, bloody shadows you thought. He had managed to get a slice at your leg, bit rude if you were being honest, it was just training. Every time you went to make a move his shadows had told him. You shared the same gifts as rhysand but unfortunately, they had all been trained in mental shielding. This was almost impossible. Standing across from him you saw him look down your leg, when he had made the slice, he had cut away at some of your leathers. That had pissed you off, now you had to buy another set. You were thinking all of these angry thoughts until you saw the way he looked at you. It was like you were prey, but in a different way. A thought popped into your head. You were no harlot but if he wanted to be unfair then so would you. You would use the fact you were a fuckable female to your advantage. Pulling down your leather shirt which already clung to your body, you pulled the split down a bit showing your cleavage. You saw his eyes divert down your body. Perfect you thought. You dared to throw a dagger at him, while distracted. And you managed to catch his ear slicing it ever so slightly. You couldn’t help but smirk as he was shocked by the sudden attack. You hadn’t realised but the rest of the inner circle had stopped their training to watch. Cassian had suddenly erupted with laughter. “I can’t believe you just got tricked by a bit of breast”

You saw the blush that dusted Azriel cheeks before it was immediately replaced with the cold exterior he always wore.

“I was concerned because I accident cut her leg”

Still laughing cas looked to you and said, “If I verse you will you show me your cleavage as well?”

Before rhysand smacked him over the head.

“That’s my sister”

Feeling embarrassed now that the novelty had worn off. Azriel grumbled as he walked away to pack up his trainings. Rhysand grabbed you to take you to their medical kit.

“I’m fine, really.” You said to Rhy. Sensing some tension.

“What was that back there?” He said.

“What?”

“You know what.”

“Okay, maybe I exposed a bit of skin, it’s not my fault all you boys are the same”

“I find that offensive, I like to think I’m a man, and a courteous one at that.”

“You forget I was around when you helped teach Feyre how to write” you gave a sly smile.

“That’s different, she’s, my mate. Azriel is like our brother.”

“I don’t know what your insinuating, if he got all hot and heavy at a small bit of skin then that’s on him.” You huffed and walked away.

“Y/n” he called out repeatedly as you walked away.

You were grumpy at him, it was harmless. From the moment you began training it was always instilled to use every upper hand to your advantage. That’s exactly what you did. It’s only frowned upon when you’re a woman apparently.

#azriel x reader #acotar

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