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i'm loving all this content about fairy reader, it's so goood. i was wondering, do we get more information about her? like how did she and az met, where was she born, does she know others fairies? do fairies live as much as the fae? i'm loving this fics so much that i would love to know more about her. love your writing xoxo

I would love to reveal more lore of the wings universe!!!

I've answered a few other asks and we've had a few discussions/brainstormed a little on her abilities. (so defo give them a read if you see them and let me know what you think) But I would love to expand on this so much more!!

A few people have mentioned babies/kids which will be so fun to explore too!!

It's all growing in my brain, and I really need to write it all to share with you guys!

But I think yes to knowing other fairies, the way I see it is that's who she works with. A fairy's duty/role in life is to take care of nature and the natural ecosystems. So she spends most of her days in meadows and forests with other fairies, making sure all the little ecosystems are happy (kind of tinkerbell vibes if you watched the movies)!

And in Butterfly Kisses, I briefly mentioned that Mor introduced her to the group one night at Rita's (lol classic, as I wasn't thinking too deeply into it) But I still think it works. In my brain, I was thinking she's initially a fairy that worked in Spring, but when Spring court went tits up she migrated up to the solar courts, settling in Night. I can imagine she actually really enjoys being there compared to Spring, as they have seasons so it makes her job a little more exciting.

And I can just imagine her taking some of the flowers or mushrooms she'd collected for a days work to exchange at the market and that's when Mor bumps into her, and sort of thrusts her friendship onto her. And then ultimately she becomes a part of the IC! Defo takes a couple years before the bond snaps for her and Az though, but I think those early years before it does could also be fun to explore?? Like were they always pining for one another even before they were mates??

I also feel like fairy's kind of exist not under the rule of Fae, like they abide the court laws and would technically bow to the high lords. But the high lords don't interfere with fairies work as they've been doing it since the dawn of time and it's important balance in nature is kept which what I feel like fairies do!

Sorry just a massive brain splurge there hahaha but these are just my first few thoughts!!

Open to any ideas too <3

#wings universe #fairy x azriel

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itsswritten · 42 minutes

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sexy fairy mama is a badass…and does it all looking cute with glitter 😋

feral for her adorable babies

seriously though, this is the type of stuff she'd be wearing all the time!

SO HOT AND SEXY!

FAIRY READER IS SERVING CUNT ALL DAY EVERYDAY!

Forget her wings, I think she'd be pretty pissed that her favourite dress she spent days making from iridescent petals got ruined in the altercation!! loool (on a serious note, she'd be devastated about her wings, but a worthy sacrifice to save her children/I'm sure madja could save them)

no but on another note, I could just envision her wearing something like this, and Azriel going to find her after he's shredded through their vine covered home and dsicovered his children safe. Goes off to fidn his love, only to find she's all teared up, dress and wings shredded, covered in blood but a mad glint in her eye as she stares down at the bad guy she killed!!

Azriel would find her so beautiful, even in that moment.

#wings universe #you just know azriel is obsessed #that male is down bad for her

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nooo both scenarios will rip my heart out whats supposed to be the happiest time bringing their babes into the world all three of them almost die 😭

or imagine like the twins are hardly two and azriel comes home to an eerily quiet house and finds the babes hidden away crying for mommy only to find her wings near shredded and dying curled over them protectively 😭😭 worse if the perpetrator was HIS enemy and just wanted to hurt him

Omg nooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Honestly Azriel truly deserves nothing but fluff, but let’s be real he’s an angst magnet! It just follows him wherever he goes. The only thing I can say is in this universe there will always be a happy ending…but yeah maybe a bit of heartache to get to it 🥺🥺

But YESS it defo would be Azriel’s enemy. Wanting to hurt his family to hurt him, which would just destroy Az 💔 but I also think fairy mama would put up a fucking good fight.

I’ve discussed briefly how we think she probably has powers of nature, affinity with animals etc and she’s only ever had to use her abilities when tending to forests and meadow. Never within conflict because that’s just not in her nature. But I can just envision her going full on feral to protect her babes. Tapping into the core of her ability and in manifesting out in savage thorns and vines, maybe she even encases her home in these thick vines to protect her babies while she leads this enemy elsewhere to fight him alone!

Badass fairy mama! 🧚🏼‍♀️

#wings universe

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if the angst is to do with her wings ill cry 😭😭 or the other anons discussions of her near death in childbirth azriel would be inconsolable

No because why were my first thoughts her wings too though 👀😭😭 I’m not sure I can put her through it but it would be such good angst! Maybe she’s protecting her babies and something happens to her wings 💔

Oh yeah I mean if she’s having twins, let’s be real childbirth not gonna be easy plus there’s the wings too. That whole situation I feel like angst cannot be avoided 😭😭😭

#wings universe

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itsswritten · 3 hours

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im obsessed with your wings universe my heart cant take them 😭

I can’t take them either 😭😭

Is it bad I almost want some angst to happen to them lol? I don’t know what yet though 🤔🤔

#wings universe

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itsswritten · 4 hours

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omg yay I’m so glad you love them 🥹🥹 I’m really feeling the love for these two atm, which is welcomed as I love them so so much too! Azriel is such a SIMP! And honestly reader deserves it, and I’m just happy this is all Azriel has to think about now. Like he can let his thoughts be fully consumed by her. In my head they truly live in a little fluff world, there’s peace across the land. No more bad guys lol so Azriel can finally just enjoy the simplest joys of life and get what he deserves- which is happiness 🥹🥹

And I’m excited to write more for them too! I know people wanna see babies/children which would be so fun to explore and we’ve all been brainstorming on what the kids wings would look like!

We’ve even started to discuss her abilities/power!! There’s so much explore 🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️

I’ve also delved so deep into Pinterest and found the most beautiful clothing inspiration 😍 I just wanna be a cute fairy honestly!

butterfly kisses

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader

Word Count: 1.7K (honestly it's just a little drabble)

Warnings: 18+, implied smut, lots of fluff, mating frenzy

Summary: Azriel just can't get enough of your wings <3

If you want to read more from this universe - wings

Azriel wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky.

He had thanked the Mother every day since the bond snapped, and even more when you accepted it. When Mor had introduced you into his life only a couple of years ago, he never imagined this would be the outcome.

Azriel vividly remembered the first night he met you. It was another gathering at Rita’s, one of the many that had unfolded, now peace settled over the land.

Mor with playful determination had pulled you over to their table, arm looped around yours– almost in a way that said she wasn’t going to let you escape. He had noticed the faint blush that creeped up your face to your pointed ears, merely from the proximity of your High Lord and Lady, and their inner circle. He recalled how you offered a shy little curtsy in their presence, that had led to the whole table stifling their laughter. Rhys kindly explained that such formalities were not necessary, especially not in Rita’s of all places. Azriel did his best to contain his mirth at the display, all the while chewing the inside of his cheek to stop the chuckle leaving his lips. He truly couldn’t get over how adorable you were, he'd found himself captivated by your endearing innocence.

And that was only the start.

Mor explained how she’d met you in town one day and had essentially thrusted her friendship onto you, and it really didn’t take long for Azriel and his family to do the same.

You were so sweet and caring, and slotted into Azriel’s life so easily that he found it hard to remember a time when you weren’t there at all. Your kindness towards the Archeron sisters, guiding them through the intricate transitions of fae life that they still at times struggled with. Nyx was absolutely enamoured with you, oftentimes seeking your company over his actual family. But they didn’t blame him, because they all did same. Your calm sweet nature was addictive to them all, especially Azriel.

Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Azriel found himself seeking every opportunity to unravel all your layers. He wanted to know everything about you. From your favourite foods, to the books that captured your attention.

His infatuation all made sense when the bond snapped.

It was the last solstice.

Azriel had noticed how beautiful you were looking, as you always were. But you were clad in a breathtaking pale pink summer dress, the neckline delicately showcasing your décolletage. As you moved with a natural grace, the fabric billowed ever so slightly at the waist, accentuating your silhouette in a manner that held attention.

Or at least held Azriel’s attention. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

He watched you carefully navigate the chaos of the room. Nyx in one arm, giving Feyre some rest and reprieve in her pregnant state. Your other hand bringing in the cake Elain had spent all morning baking. Amidst the flurry of activity, you had been so close to dropping the cake. But Azriel's steady hand intervened just in time, grabbing the plate and taking it off you. Except in that moment your hands touched, grazed past one another in a way they had so many times before.

But that time had been different.

It was Azriel’s turn to almost drop the cake. That all consuming warmth flooded his chest catching him off guard. A golden thread connecting itself to you. The mating bond. Finally.

And based on the bright red flush covering your cheeks, it was clear you’d felt it too. You’d fled the room then, overcome with emotion and what this new revelation meant.

Though, it didn’t take long for Azriel to coax you round.

Ever the gentleman, he courted you. Taking you on the most thoughtful dates and spoiling you with bouquet after bouquet of flowers. He would leave little love notes and poetry for you to find. That it was really no surprise to anyone, when you decided to accept the bond.

That was only three weeks ago now.

Yourself and Azriel were deep in the mating frenzy.

Rhys had kindly offered one of his private residences he had on the outskirts of Night. A smaller cottage, but with all the privacy you both needed. And Azriel had taken advantage of that privacy eliciting sounds from you that he would cherish forever and never tire hearing.

And then there were your wings.

You had revealed them to him the first night after accepting the mating bond, and, Gods, was he done for.

Azriel had taken it upon himself, in the earlier months, to really vet you. His dedication to his role as Spymaster served as a guise for his self-indulgent exploration of you, delving into the intricate details of your being with a hunger that bordered on obsession. Not only had he discovered all the things you love, but he searched for details of who and what you were.

Finding himself holed up in the library at times, hours spent devoted to aquainiting himself to the type of fairy you were.

He knew you had wings, was the type of fairy whose wings were the delicate kind. Most kept them concealed with magic. Yet, Azriel couldn't shake the thought that perhaps they were hidden not only for protection but also out of reverence for their breathtaking beauty. They were mesmerising. Enough to trap Azriel into some kind of trance.

And perhaps possessively so, he was grateful not many males were privy to this part of you.

He was watching you now, laying on your front. Bare. Just how he’d left you when he took a moment to freshen up. You were giggling, your legs up and feet fluttering behind you while propped up over something.

“What are you doing, my love?” Azriel purred inquisitively, stepping closer towards the bed.

“Oh…Feyre was just checking in. Asking how much longer we might be,” he could hear you smile when you spoke, and watched as with the brush of your hand the magical parchment and ink disappeared that you’d been conversing with Feyre on.

“It’s not even been that long,”

“We’ve been gone three weeks–”

“And we’ll be gone 300 hundred more,”

You chuckled at his response, “Az, we do need to go back at some point. They need us.”

“I need you more.” There was no negotiating. Your family would be lucky to see you both before the next solstice at this rate.

Not that Azriel needed the frenzy to be satiated by you, but it truly was driving him. The primal need for you, overwhelming. The pair of you only stopped when you both fell into a slumber from exhaustion. And even then, there were many times you found each other in a sleep exhausted haze, tangled within and inside one another again.

The bed dipped either side of your legs, you were still on your front but could feel your mate over you. He had paused though, his eyes falling over your beautiful pink wings. The iridescent skin reflecting lights across the room. He had almost cried when he first saw them after you accepted the bond, mesmerised and overwhelmed by their beauty.

Getting to see this part of you, a part of you that was so private, stirred a gratefulness inside him. But there was something else too, a possessiveness that had slowly been creeping up his mind recently.

In the past three weeks, you had both done every possible maneuver, tried every kind of love making– fucking, screwing, mating. You’d even made him a crumbling wet mess just from playing with his wings.

But he hadn’t touched yours.

No, they looked so delicate and soft, too beautiful to touch, that he hadn’t dared.

You felt him situate himself behind you, his warm naked body lightly laying on you, his chest resting on your behind. His arms wormed their way under your hips to get comfy, and you splayed your wings flat against your back to fit him.

“Az?” you asked curiously, glancing slightly over at your shoulder to catch him in your peripheral.

He didn’t respond though, not with words. You felt his soft warm breath blowing on the membrane of your right wing, making your squirm under the touch. Your wing fluttering a little in the air.

“How sensitive are they? Too sensitive for me to touch?” You heard him behind you.

“Hm..” you tilted your head slightly to think, “They’re delicate, but you can touch them. Gently.”

You were waiting for him to wriggle his hand from out beneath you but instead you felt something warm and wet run against the bottom of your wing.

You couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping your lips at the soft touch. Azriel had taken it upon himself to use the tip of his tongue to explore this part of you, a part of you that was still very new to him. He felt you wriggle under him, and he shifted placing his full body weight on you so you couldn’t move.

His tongue traced the ridge of your wing, and he wasn’t letting up. Not when he’d made that sound from you. He wanted more of that. He moved and pressed his tongue flat against the delicate skin, evoking another moan from you.

“Does that feel good my little butterfly?” he purred, you could feel the smirk on his lips against your wing as he pressed a kiss on them.

You wanted to roll your eyes at his teasing, but it felt too good to do anything other than surrender to his touch.

“I want to hear your words,” he spoke a little more assertively this time, before swiping his tongue along one of the tubular lines that spread like veins across your wings.

“Yes..” You huffed, before another moan slipped past your lips breathlessly. “It feels good Az…” You felt your body heat, your cheeks for sure rosy, grateful your mate could only hear not see the reaction he was having on you.

He chuckled softly then, the vibrations from his lips skirting across your wings making them twitch.

“My sensitive little butterfly, ” the new nickname only made you squirm more, your core growing slick at his predatory attention.

Azriel moved his hand then, the one caught under your left hip, so effortlessly moving down to your core, cupping your wet slit as he licked the pink shiny membrane again.

“Azriel…” you gasped, but his touch didn’t relent.

You knew this was only the start.

a/n: just some lovely little fluffy mating frenzyness! I just love these two, so I may expand a little more on the wings universe and their relationship if you guys would like to see that! Maybe some domestic bliss, or if there's any scenes you'd like me to write for them or parts of their story you're interested in then I'm happy to explore. Also this was written fairly quickly, so please ignore any typos, I only did a quick little check hehe - Lottie

p.s. also thanks to @thisiskaylin who inspired the nickname! She commented on the wings fic that butterfly would be the perfect nickname and I just had to use it <3

Forever tags: @sleepylunarwolf @daily-dose-of-sass @milswrites @amberlynn98 @marscardigan @illyrianbitch @lilah-asteria

#wings universe #I just love that you guys love them as much as I love them

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itsswritten · 19 hours

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Helloo! I love your fairy reader fics, and i just wanted to know does fairy reader have any powers? I imagine fairies to be very connected with nature, so if she had powers would they be nature related?

Hey lovely!!!

Perfect timing really for this as I was actually discussing this with my friend last night, while delving in on Pinterest for all the clothing we think she’d wear!! (You guys should let me know if you want to see all the outfit inspo we found 😍)

But yes! We were thinking nature too, like classic fairy. Helps flowers grow, spends a lot of time in nature, heals animals etc!! We were even thinking maybe she can shrink herself to really tend to the flowers and insects properly (major tinkerbell vibes)

How funny would it be if Azriel was stalking her at work (her work literally being that she spends the day in the forests and meadows lol) and he’s just watching, admiring her and then suddenly she disappears and he freaks out but she’s just shrunk herself to tend to a flower or poorly bumble bee 🐝🥹

Not sure if you guys have watched The Secret world of Arrietty? But it made me think of it!

#wings universe #let’s expand on the lore #hehe

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nooo im so obsessed you totally have to write our gorgeous fairy giving birth to two lil boy twin babies that look just like az but with glittery wings 😢 the angst of the birth the emotions the FLUFF i cannot 😭

it would be so lovely!! I just love these two so bad, I need to write more about them asap!!!!

#wings universe

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itsswritten · 20 hours

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imagine if fairy reader was like winx fairies. different wings/looks for different forms

oh this would be so so cool! I loved watching winx as a kid!!

#wings universe

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Angsty goodness my arse, this hurt 😭😭😭😭

Somewhere only we know

~ Azriel X Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel comes to visit you for the first time in a while.

Warnings: Angsty goodness

He could hear it now; your call beckoning him closer.

The dulcet tones of your laughter echoing amongst the evening birdsong as Azriel approached.

It was a path the shadowsinger had walked a hundred times before. The bowing oak trees and the familiar tune of the flowing beck all working to guide Azriel towards his final destination.

Towards you.

Yet even the forest wasn't safe from the golden hands of time. The gnarled roots and overgrown canopy a glaring sign that it had been far too long since Azriel had last come to see you.

Where he was once able to run freely alongside you, Azriel now found himself uncomfortably squeezing through the wild underbrush. Wings tightly curling into his back out of fear of catching them on the thicket of brambles which now lined the once clear path.

Perhaps a year was too long to wait.

Perhaps Azriel should have visited you sooner.

Your voice continued to grow louder with each step taken, the wind beginning to carry the recognizable scent of your sweet perfume.

Azriel inhaled deeply, allowing the delicate aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine to wash away his worries. A calming peace, that only ever makes itself known when in the presence of your company, began to warmly settle in his chest.

"Hello my love"

Azriel called softly into the air, the gentle twinkling of a wind chime greeting him in response as the evening sun broke through the canopy above to lay a welcoming kiss onto his cheek.

"I've missed you," the shadowsinger continued, moving towards the fallen trunk of a tree in order to take a seat, "I'm sorry I've been gone so long."

Another melodic chime answered, assuring Azriel that his absence needed no excuse.

"But I couldn't miss spending my birthday with you, I don't think you would have let me"

The wind laughed in reply, a soothing breeze coming to caress his smiling cheek as Azriel lifted a shaky hand to meet the ghost of your own.

Eyes beginning to water at your phantom touch, the male cleared his throat before reaching into the pocket of his leathers. "I've brought you a letter," Azriel started to explain, pulling out the carefully folded piece of paper, "of all the things you've missed since I was last here. I wrote it all down just so I didn't forget to tell you anything."

The orange sun glowed a little brighter, so as to provide Azriel with enough light to read his letter. The forest falling into a peaceful silence in order to ensure that you heard every word the shadowsinger had to say.

"Feyre is pregnant again, I think Rhys would kill me if I didn't tell you that first," Azriel grinned at the smile of excitement he could picture you wearing at the news, taking the time to burn the image into his mind before continuing, "Nyx is convinced it's a girl, and if it is her wants her to be named after you of course. He always talks about his favourite auntie."

Azriel allows himself to pause, needing a moment to calm his wavering breath before he could say any more, the harsh lines of a frown beginning to cross his face.

"Cas says hello. He'd come here if he could, you know that. But I don't think I'm quite ready to share this place with anyone else yet. He's fine, Nesta too. They're kept busy by little Sofia most of the time, ever since she learnt how to fly she's been wreaking havoc all over Velaris."

A robin flittered down from the trees, perching by where Azriel was sat, its small head tilted in silent understanding. Appreciating the company, a slight smile flickered across Azriel's lips as he turned his watery eyes back to the letter grasped between his trembling hands.

"Elain and Lucien are finally back from their trip around Prythian. They went to Spring - to that meadow I took you to for our anniversary. She . . . she brought me back some flowers, said they reminded her of you."

Azriel's tears finally began to fall as he carefully folded the letter once more, tucking it away into the safety of his leathers, placing it into the pocket right above his heart.

"And me . . ." Azriel started, voice cracking as he tried to recall what he had done since he was last here, his surroundings taking him back to a time when you had once been sat here with him, "Well I've not really done anything at all."

The male's hands move to clasp onto the two rings resting on a chain around his neck, thumb working to brush the cool metal in the hope of receiving some comfort, "Some days it feels like time has scarcely moved at all . . . On those days I like to close my eyes and picture you - us - here in the forest. Running through the trees like we used to do, hiding from our responsibilities for as long as we could."

Azriel deeply exhaled as he watched the robin fly away, tears still falling as he continued to speak, "And then I open my eyes . . . and remember you're gone" Azriel's words are interrupted by a harrowing sob falling from his lips, "I don't know how much longer I can do this. I'm getting old my love, sometimes I worry that one day I'll come back here and you won't recognize me anymore. That our love will fall victim to the hands of time just as the forest has."

The chimes twinkle once more, a gentle reminder that you are never truly gone, the ever-changing wind whispering promises that your love was one to last for eternity.

"I know" Azriel sadly smiles, letting go of the rings in order to brush away his tears, the thought of your heartbroken expression enough to dry his eyes, "I just miss you, that's all. Not a day goes by where I don't think of you."

The trees lightly rustle in response.

Azriel stayed to talk to you long into the night. The conversation never fading, nor growing dull, even when the moon had said its goodbyes and the sun had risen once more.

If time was all Azriel could offer you these days, then his time was what you would receive. For each hour spent in your special spot, was another hour of keeping your memory alive.

Another hour Azriel got to spend with you.

When the time came for Azriel to reluctantly leave the forest, his responsibilities too pressing to ignore for much longer, the shadowsinger whispered a promise into the wind that he would return once more. Swearing that you would not have to wait so long to see him again.

With each step he took, the scent of rosemary and sweet pea grew stronger, your calming aroma fading as Azriel walked further and further away.

And as Azriel turned to look at you once more, he could have sworn he heard you calling after him. Words unintelligible as your voice became lost amongst the birdsong.

But he could feel it, the assurance that he wasn't alone.

The piece of you that had been trapped here, now safely tucked within the confines of his heart.

So carry you home he would.

#this was so lovely and heartbreaking #please give him a happy ending somehow 🥲

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