latte- azriel
description: short filler fluff, azriel gets back from a mission and just wants to spend time with you, so you go on a cute date (like normal people)
warnings: fluff, female reader, a few sexual implications and jokes
-a/n: i wrote this so fast but i just wanted to publish something 😭 sorry for being inactive!! im busy with school. i’m working on two requests rn and will have them published by this weekend (a spn one and a tog one!!). please give me requests!! i will literally write ANYTHING you request (including smut) but i just need prompts!! i’m having severe writers block.
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you sigh quietly, putting down your fork.
“missing loverboy, y/n?” cassian asks.
you and the inner circle, save for azriel, are having breakfast at the townhouse. rhys insisted upon making you all breakfast, like the mother hen he truly is. it’s really good… you just wish azriel were back from his mission.
“shut up, ass-ian.” you shoot back.
“yeah, shut up assian!” rhys sarcastically echoes in a high voice, an amused smirk on his face.
“you know what, rhys? if you could use your dark scary night powers and make him come home that would be helpful.” you joke.
“i can’t do that but i can make you an exact replica of him out of night that functions and everything.” rhys jokes, stuffing half a pancake in his mouth and then downing chocolate milk. like a child.
you laugh. “okay, what’s the price? my soul? my youth? i’ll take it!”
the entire table breaks out in laughter.
“well, if i were you, i’d ask amren to make me an anti-azriel. she seems like she’d know how to do that,” mor says through laughter.
amren smiles, smiles, evilly at you. you stop laughing and look at her, gaping, slightly terrified.
and she breaks into laughter.
“your face!” she says through bouts of laughter.
the rest of the inner circle just looks at her, mouths slightly open, forks halfway to their destinations, waiting for amren to damn them to hell or something.
“at least someone’s in a good mood,” cassian grumbles.
the conversation topic changes, now discussing books and the library. but you just stay quiet- you miss him so bad. and you can’t help but wonder and pray that he comes home unscathed. you know that’s he’s the best spy in prythian, and a skilled warrior, but you still worry. finally, you hear the front door open, and you bound through the house, flinging yourself into the arms of the golden skinned, hazel eyed man in the doorway. he spins you around.
the rest of the inner circle, except for amren, show up a moment later- laughing at your eagerness. but you don’t let go.
“i missed you so much.” you murmur into his neck, breathing in his scent. he squeezes you.
“and i you.” he mutters.
“gross,” cassian says, scoffing.
“leave them be,” rhys says. “after your… reunion, come find me and we’ll do the paperwork.” he leaves, and you turn your head, now looking at mor, the last remaining one in the doorway. she just winks and leaves.
you were about to ask az why the hell you guys weren’t in the bedroom yet, when he starts.
“y/n… let’s go on a date.” he says. “i just… i just want to be a normal male and female.”
you were about to object, when he gives you a pointed look.
“i can bed you later…” he says quietly against your neck. and that’s all it takes for you to agree.
“i’m gonna go bathe. why don’t you go get ready?”
so you go back up to you and azriel’s room to get ready. although, you’d rather be up against a wall, or pinned to the bed, or hell, even on the floor under azriel.
you put on a casual date outfit- for the night court, at least. loose, high-waisted lilac pants that sway when you walk, and a matching long-sleeved, deep v-neck top that shows off your cleavage and cuts off to reveal your midriff. you put silver jewelry, dab some oil on your lips, and line your eyes with kohl. finally, you’re ready.
azriel had just come out of the bath when you’d slipped on your flats- so you watched him on the bed while he got ready. his muscled, toned back and majestic wings flex as he slips on some undershorts and pants. he turns around to see you ogling at him.
“like what you see?” he jokes.
“why do we have to go on this date?” you groaned. “i can think of a hundred other things i’d rather do with you. in this house. in this room.”
a flash of something crosses his eyes.
“i don’t know, y/n, i just want to be a little more… domestic. i- it’s like i’m a beast all of the time. i just want to go on a coffee date with my female.” he turns around and slips on a shirt.
you hop of the bed, hugging him from behind. it doesn’t exactly work- you are quite a bit shorter than him, and his wings prevent you from wrapping all the way around. stupid gigantic illyrian male.
“i know, az. i understand. now get dressed so we can go!” you say before giving him a half-heated pinch on his side. he relaxes- just a bit.
you walk down the hallway and into the sitting room, where for some reason, the entire inner circle is waiting. they look at you in surprise.
“what are you doing out here?” cass asks.
“this is… my house too?” you reply.
“shouldn’t you be in there with him… doing… stuff?” he prods. again.
“we’re going on a date.” you say over your shoulder, azriel holding your hand.
“oh, build the tension a little, so when you get back you can fu-“
mor cuts him off. “shut up, cassian.” and then she calls after you and azriel, “you two have fun!”
he insists on flying you into town, of course. illyrian males need female validation.
you’re in the sky, looking down upon the town, wrapped safely in his arms, when he tells you.
“one of my males lost his mate,” he almost whispers. you look up at him. you know he’s referring to the spies he was commanding on the mission- the ones who are in training.
“oh, azriel, that is just awful.” before you can say more, he continues.
“it broke him completely. he… he didn’t make it out of his tent that night, the night that they told him. that- that bond… i… i just wanted to spend some actual time with you. wholesome bonding time.” he murmurs.
you look up at him as best as you can. a few moments pass before you assure him,
“of course, az. i understand. i’m happy to spend this time with you.”
after a few more seconds, he continues flying.
“okay, but… wholesome bonding time?” you laugh.
“was not clear enough?”
“no, it’s just not very azriel-esque.”
“what other choice did i have?” his laugh a deep rumble, and music to your ears. “was i supposed to bed you first and than say ‘oh, y/n! put your clothes back on, damn it, we’re gonna go get coffee’?”
“i mean….” you jokingly trail off.
before you land, he stills in the air. you look up at him, a question in your eyes, and when he meets your gaze your breath hitches. a new look- a different one than you’ve ever seen. affectionate, awe-filled. it softens his features. a smile lights up your face before you can help it, and he smiles back. a smile that reaches his eyes and shows his teeth. you couldn’t be happier.
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soon, your arms are linked, walking down the streets of velaris, towards the cafe you and the inner circle frequent. the barista, a young brunette female with a kind smile and kinder eyes, looks up from the latte she’s preparing and greets you.
“hey, yana.” you call, walking up to the bar and sitting down.
“you two look cute,” she smiles, “what can i make for you today?”
immediately, azriel answers with your favorite coffee. he orders himself a regular black coffee, also going for a plate of pastries- your favorite. you can’t help it- you feel so loved, so cared for. although it’s a small thing, it somehow fills your heart. when she walks away, you peck him on the cheek.
“so what’s going on with the rest of them?” he asks you.
“you mean the rest of our family? your wonderful brothers and sisters?”
“sister, and amren.”
you slap his arm. “amren has earned the right to be your sister.”
“that doesn’t stop her from scaring the absolute shit out of me.”
“that’s just the true older sister spirit.”
he laughs, looking down at you. yana is making your order now, having already placed azriels black coffee in front of him.
everything is perfect in this moment. azriel is happy and home, you’re happy, you’re both unharmed. you kiss him- on the lips this time- and smile up at him.
“what is that for? am i just so lucky?”
“i love you so much. thank you for being so wonderful.”
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-a/n (again lmao): this was so cheesy but 😭😭😭😭 at least im getting better? i just wanted y’all to know i’m alive LMAOOO… and that im going to be publishing good things soon :)
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