#az!dandelions

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Dandelions | Azriel x Witch Reader

summary: Azriel asks you for an elixir to soothe his aches and you accidentally give him the aphrodisiac you had made for Nesta, bringing to surface one of his hidden desires.

warning: this is purely smut with a breeding kink. some fluff at the end

a/n: this is based off this request. I feel like this can be read as a stand alone imagine but if you're interested in reading more of Az x witch reader, you can find the masterlist here.

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The door creaks open, signaling Azriel’s return from a day that seemed to drag on endlessly. His wings sag under the weight of fatigue and as he steps into your study, the scent of herbs and potions are instantly wrapping him in a soothing embrace.

And there you are, a sanctuary amidst the enchanting chaos. His mate.

You're engrossed in your apothecary work. Your spell book floats in midair in front of you, your keen dark eyes scanning through the ancient text as your fingers deftly work their magic to bring the essence of the herbs to life. The sight reminds him of the day he met you, when the mating bond had snapped.

A soft smile tugs at his lips as he stands in the doorway for a moment. The fatigue that clung to him like his shadows begins to lift as he watches you, admiration and love evident in the way he drinks in the details–from the concentration in your furrowed brow to the way your pretty lips move in incantation.

The weariness he feels is soon replaced by a warmth that radiates from the depths of his heart and quiet footsteps carry him closer. He’s surprised his shadows haven’t given him away. They love you as much as he does and it is often them who greet you first.

His arms wrap around you from behind and he pulls you into his embrace. He nuzzles his nose lovingly into your neck. “Hello, love.”

“You’re home!”

He can hear the smile in your voice and you can feel the exhaustion in his body, his tense muscles finally relaxing and body slightly slouching into yours. “Long day?”

“Yes,” he responds and you’re turning in his embrace to face him properly with a gaze of deep rooted concern. He kisses your worry away. “But coming home to you makes it all worthwhile.”

He takes delight in the way you grace him with a smile, your eyes softening into their natural color as you brush his hair back. “Should I draw you a bath?”

He pulls you tighter against him until you are chest to chest. Your heart, the emerald talisman kept safely in his chest pocket, hums between you. A bath sounds nice but he just wants to bask in your comfort. 

“Will you join me?”

“If you wait for me,” you reply and pull away to catch the slightest frown on his face. “It won’t be long! I have one more elixir to finish!”

Azriel’s eyes drift to the line of elixirs you have sitting on the counter behind you.  They seem to glisten enticingly under his curious gaze. “Do you have anything to soothe aches?” He asks as he reluctantly lets you go to carry on with your work. “Training was rough this morning.”

“Of course. The one with the green liquid should work,” you say as you mindlessly point to the array of potions you spent all afternoon making, failing to catch the way the aphrodisiac you made for Nesta morphs from its deep red to a verdant green. “Drink all of it, if you need to. I can always make more. Just let me seal this last one with a spell and then I can draw your–”

Your voice falters as you turn to face Azriel, your gaze momentarily flickering to the potions before settling back on him. He fails to catch the way your eyes widen in a sudden panic and swallows the sweet liquid in a big gulp. It’s only once all the liquid is gone from the vial that he picks up on your slight distress.

 "What?"

“Umm,” you stammer, your hand rubbing nervously at your neck as you sheepishly look up at him. 

“It wasn’t poison, right?” He jokes but your silence wipes the smile off his face. “y/n.”

“Of course not!”

You drop your gaze, murmuring something else quietly under your breath. Both his shadows and ears strain to discern your words but they fail in their attempt. “y/n,” he calls your name again, growing worried by the second.

You slowly raise your eyes, and as they meet his, a rush of warmth colors your cheeks, betraying the fluster that has settled on your face. You should’ve separated the love potion from the others, especially when you knew how sneaky it can be. It’s known to masquerade itself as any elixir beside it as it yearns to be used and your poor mate took the bait.

“Youaccidentallydrankanaphrodisiac.”

Though your words are mushed, your voice is louder this time and he’s able to make them out. He throws his head back and laughs. A deep and amused sound.

“You’re not mad?” You say and though he’s laughing, your body tenses at the thought of him saying yes. Your hands clasp behind your back in a timid manner, inadvertently puffing out your chest and drawing his attention there. 

“I’m not mad, love.”

His eyes land on the silver jewelry delicately hugging your neck and then to the charm with his initial. When you suck in a short breath of relief, he watches the rise and fall of the curves of your breasts as the sweet sound caresses over his skin in a heated whisper that pricks at his skin. 

“Azriel.”

“I’m fine,” he says, brushing off your concern but his gaze lingers on the movement of your chest for a moment longer before meeting yours again. He follows up with a boyish grin, despite the sudden racing of his heart and the familiar feeling of blood rushing downwards. 

“How about that bath?”

**

There’s a buzzing underneath his skin. All the soreness and ache of his muscles melts away and it’s not from the inviting embrace of the steaming bath. A burgeoning impulse stirs within him. It’s as though the elixir he consumed earlier is coursing through his veins, gathering strength and coalescing in the depths of his stomach before dropping to his hardening cock.

Every gentle lapping of the water against his hot skin, every touch of yours as you help clean him feels so good. It certainly doesn’t help that you’re putting on a show, intentional or not, as you bend down and shift around him, gracing his eyes with tempting views of your ass or breasts.

He submerges his head into the water and while his body is now clean, there’s nothing clean about his thoughts when he rises back up. You’re at the center of every single one of his whirling thoughts, filling his head with lewd images. Of you on your knees as you take him into your mouth, of you under him as he thrusts into you hard and fast, of you on your back as you let him have a taste. Fuck. He wants it all.

As you drag the stool and shift to sit behind him, he reclines in the tub. His hands are gripping the edge of the porcelain roughly, his knuckles whitening under the strain and he can feel the flicker of amusement it draws from you through the bond.

His head goes quiet when he feels your chest brush against his wings, muscles tensing as your cool breath fans over the back of his neck. A teasing brush of your fingers along a sensitive spot on his wing as you clean at them with a damp towel has him biting his lip, suppressing a whimper. It’s almost embarrassing the way you’ve barely even touched him at all and he’s already at the verge of coming undone. He feels like a touch starved horny teen all over again.

“What’s the matter, my love?” You whisper sweetly, lips hovering dangerously close to his ear. Your velvet voice is smooth and it sends a thrill down his spine and straight to his throbbing cock. When you brush your fingers along that spot again, the porcelain cracks under his grip. 

The air is thick and heavy with his scent and the damp towel falls from your grasp. When you press your hands onto his shoulders, he can feel the shift in your demeanor. “Need some help?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

He can hear the smirk in your voice but the way you’re touching him renders him momentarily speechless and he can’t bring himself to muster a sly remark. Not when he’s completely at your mercy. He’d have to take what he can get for now.

His breath hitches when your hands graze the hardness of his chest, easing their way down to where the warm water of the bath laps at his abdomen in a slow and taunting manner. Your cool touch immediately soothes his heated skin. As you reach further down, his eyes flutter shut and head tilts back into your chest. His throat bobs when you stop right above where he needs you the most.

“Please, touch me,” he breathes, no longer caring how desperate he sounds and it’s like music to your ears.

Azriel is not one to beg…but for you? He’d do anything for you. If you’d ask him for the moon on the string, he’d deliver it to you and in this moment, he’d do so in a heartbeat. Anything to feel you. He’s aching to feel your touch. So bad it’s nearly painful.

Sensing his desperation, his shadows are trailing down your arms to his muscled chest, guiding you to Azriel’s cock so you can grant their master the relief he’s begging so sweetly for. Your teeth nip gently at his neck in approval before wrapping your hand around him and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Like this?”

“Gods, yes.”

You continue to kiss along his neck, stroking his length just the way he likes it, drawing the sweetest whimpers and moans from him. The water laps against his chest at your movements and his nipples harden at the sensation. He’s never felt so sensitive. 

When your lips pepper kisses along one of his wings, he loses his resolve. His stomach tightens and he lets out a deep groan followed by a string of curses as he comes undone. His eyes flutter shut in pure bliss.

You kiss his temple. “Good boy.”

He doesn’t know if it's your words or the aftermath of his orgasm but that exhilarating buzz returns to his skin and he can feel the sinful liquid coursing through his veins again. More, more, more.

His eyes snap open and he stands abruptly, prompting you to do the same.

Water traces sinuous paths down his body, leaving glistening trails in their wake as he steps out from the bath. His wings unfurl behind him and his frenzied shadows disperse. Azriel’s gaze darkens until there’s only traces of hazel left behind, mirroring the gradual darkening of his shadows that envelop the room, casting an ethereal aura upon him. 

He looks like a god. 

Your knees tremble and you find yourself leaning against the counter behind you for support. His keen eyes pick up on the subtle movement, lips curling into a smirk. “You liked having me at your mercy? Hearing me beg for you, didn’t you?

You don’t answer but you don’t need to.

“My sweet girl,” he purrs as he steps forward and you clench your thighs in anticipation. “I can smell you.”

Long gone is the soft and whimpering male from moments ago. It’s as if a flip was switched from the intensity of his release. In his place, stands something darker and primal. He approaches you like you’re his prey and cages you in, his wet body pressing into yours. You keep your eyes on his, letting out a shaky breath when you feel something hard against your stomach. His smirk widens. 

“You’re all wet,” you protest weakly as you look up at him.

His hand caresses your face, a thumb sweeping in a long stroke along the side of your throat as he leans down and inhales sharply. “So are you.”

He nips at your neck the same way you did to him, his hand undoing the front laces of your dress. “It’s my turn to have my way with you, to have you at my mercy.”

Your dress pools at your feet followed by your underwear and he steps back, eyes tracing every contour of your bare body in deep appreciation. Mine, mine, mine. Dark tendrils curl around you, caressing every place his eyes do and if your scent had not given you away, the shadows would’ve. As they travel lower, they meet your dripping core, humming with eagerness. A cool stroke against your clit as a small moan escaping from your lips and when his eyes lifts back up to meet yours, there’s pure lust simmering in his heated gaze.

A slight pressure against your shoulders has you giving in and dropping to your knees in submission. It’s a silent agreement that you’re his to use and only his and he nearly growls at the sight. Desire consumes him like a raging storm, unleashing a torrent of unbridled passion. He’s filled with the primal urge to claim you and devour you in its wake. He brushes a hand against your face when you look up at him, thumb brushing against your lips.

“Open.” 

You do and your tongue eagerly swirls around the digit before sucking it into your mouth. He lets out a hum of approval, slipping his thumb out from your mouth with a pop. His hand buries itself into your hair, tilting your face the way he wants it while his other hand pumps his throbbing cock. 

He doesn’t have to ask. Your hand is already wrapping nicely around the base of him with the guidance of his shadows. You lean in to flick your tongue across his leaking head.

“Fuck,” he hisses as you take him into your mouth. His head tilts back, lost in the pleasure, barely giving you any time to accommodate his impressive length before pushing his hips forward. “So good for me.”

He begins to thrust, the hand buried into your hair guiding you to move in rhythm with him. He allows his shadows to continue to touch you and they brush along your folds, teasing your entrance. They rub against your clit and it doesn’t take them long to bring a wave of pleasure crashing over you. You’re moaning, sending delicious vibrations straight through him. His pace quickens, thrusting deeper with every snap of his hips.

“That’s it. Take it all.” he groans, digging his nails into your scalp. He holds you flush against his pelvis while you gag on him. Tears prick your eyes at the stretch but you’re desperate to bring him to his release and swallow around him. “Oh fuck.”

He feels the coil in his stomach about to snap and he wants to give in to it, to cum down your throat and make you swallow every drop. But there’s a voice inside his head, a deep and primal urge of need, that has him pulling away abruptly.

“Come here,” he says with a low growl as he beckons you to your feet and as soon as you're standing to your full height, his lips are slotting over yours in a heated kiss. 

He presses his body further into yours and you can feel every inch of him vibrating, his entire body pulsing with need. His skin feels so hot against yours and as his shadows envelop you both, you’re stuck in a dance of fire and ice. The dark tendrils disperse and you realize you’re in your bedroom now. You almost want to laugh. The walk from your bathroom to your bedroom is a short one but your mate is keen on not wasting anymore time.

His scarred hands are rough on your hips as he spins you around and presses your front against the bed. “I need to fuck you.”

You arch your back for him. “Please.”

Deep heat spreads over his skin at your whiny and desperate tone. He slaps your ass, reminding you that he’s in complete control now. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” you’re begging and he loves every second of it, his cock twitching in anticipation. “I need your cock so bad.”

One hand kneads the soft flesh of your ass while the other pumps his cock. He drags his thick length along your folds, coating it in your arousal. “I’m going to fill you up so good. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes.”

He pushes into you, reveling in the way your walls are wrapping around him. You’re so warm, so tight and he’s already completely lost in the pleasure. He doesn’t give you time he normally does to adjust to his thick length. He thrusts so deep into you, your hands are clenching around your silk sheets. He fucks into you ravenously like a man starved, hands gripping onto your hips so hard you’re sure you’ll bruise.

“Going to cum so deep inside you until you’re full with my seed.”

Your face falls forward from the strength of his thrusts, knees giving out. He sees you struggling to get back on your knees so he pulls you flush against his chest with a hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing slightly. You cry out at the new angle that has you seeing stars. His breath is hot and heavy and he brings his mouth to your ear. 

“Perhaps, I’ll fuck a baby into you so everyone knows you’re mine and only mine.”

“Gods, yes,” you cry out, clenching around him, his words bringing you so close to your release.

A deep growl resonates from his chest. He can feel everything you’re feeling through the bond. You want this as much as he does. The mere image of your body changing, swelling with his child has him quickening his pace. His brain fogs and he gives himself completely to that primal desire that was brought to surface by the aphrodisiac.

Bringing his free hand to your stomach, his fingers tease at the flesh right over where he can feel the bulge of his cock as he pounds deep into you, right where your womb would grow with his seed. All he can hear are the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your pretty moans.

One brush of his thumb across your clit has your thighs shaking and screaming out his name as you reach your peak. He can feel his own release trembling underneath his skin. A couple more thrusts and wave after wave of immense pleasure courses through him. His cock twitches and then he’s spilling thick ropes of cum into you, groaning as your walls spasm and contract around him. He cums so hard, he can feel his release running down your thighs.

He pulls out just long enough to turn you so you’re on your back. A sinful smirk graces his lips at your blissed out expression but he’s nowhere near done with you. He’s still so painfully hard. More, more, more.

Positioning himself between your legs, he sinks into the delicious warmth of your hot dripping core, both moaning when he bottoms out. 

“Please.” Tears stream down your face and you’re not sure what exactly you’re begging for. You’re so sensitive, hands clenching so tightly onto the sheets as he drags his cock over and over that deep spot inside you. “Azriel, I don’t think I can–”

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he interrupts sharply with a growl, leaving you a whimpering and crying mess beneath him. 

“Az—oh fuck.”

“You’re so perfect for me.”

His arms wrap beneath your shoulders to mold your body to his and he presses hot, feverish kisses down your neck and chest. His lips then slot over yours, stealing your breath away. When you moan into his mouth, he swallows it and eases his tongue into you, urgently exploring every crevice of your mouth.

He’s well aware that the elixir he accidentally took has amplified his every sense. Yet, amidst his heightened state, his love and adoration for you, so deep and genuine, remains the most enchanting potion he has ever known. The candles flicker with the green glow of your magic and he continues his brutal pace, immersing himself in the pleasure of it all with a strong determination for you both to reach another painfully delicious release.

**

Azriel blinks his eyes open and his heart melts at the sight of you, his beautiful mate, curled up in his arms. The tenderness of the morning light casts a warm glow over you, highlighting the delicate curves of your face. He gently reaches out to trace a strand of your hair, relishing the softness beneath his touch. A stark contrast to the way he handled you last night. He knows you're awake when he feels you tug on the golden strings of the bond, flooding him with a profound sense of pure happiness that seeps into every corner of his being.

“I love you so much.”

“Good morning to you too,” you say, your voice still thick with sleep, but a hint of a smile on your face.

You stretch out your sore muscles and Azriel’s eyes flash with concern when the sheets drift lower. He catches a glimpse of the bruises littering your body and you can feel a flicker of guilt down the bond. “Are you–fuck. Was I too rough? I’m so–”

You shift in the bed and silence him with a soft kiss. When you pull away, you smile at him, sending a wave of reassurance down the bond because while yes he was rough, you loved it.

“You were perfect.”

He sits up in bed and when he finds no trace of hurt or regret of how rough he was with you last night in your features, he finally relaxes and returns your smile. 

Your smile falters. “If anything, I’m sorry. It was my mistake that you drank that aphrodisiac. I made it for Nesta and I knew I should’ve stored that sneaky elixir somewhere safer but it wasn't too bad, right?”

Now it’s Azriel’s turn to brush away your concern and he shakes his head at you with a deep chuckle. "It wasn't bad at all. I enjoyed every part of your mistake."

“The best mistake I’ve ever made,” you grin and he laughs with you, his shadows dancing happily around his shoulders.

“What was in that elixir anyway?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean? It’s an aphrodisiac, it stimulates sexual desire.”

“I know what an aphrodisiac is,” he replies and he feels the heat rise to his cheeks. Oh gods, he was going to have to say this outloud.  “I’m talking about the way I was filled with the primal urge to–to breed you.”

“Oh,” you say and laugh again at the look bewildered look Azriel was giving you. “That was all you.”

You sit up and you don’t miss the way Azriel’s gaze flickers down to your bare body. Reaching out, you coax his gaze back to yours.

“My magic does not work that way, remember? It can’t create and destroy desires. It can only bring to surface what’s already lurking deep within."

Your eyes are alight with amusement as realization dawns on your mate. He’s flustered but only for a fleeting moment. The corner of his lips curve up and when your hand begins to move from his cheek, he places his own over it to keep it there.

“You wanted it as much as I did.”

“I did.”

There’s a warmth radiating from his heart that is so strong, you can feel it too. His hazel eyes hold onto yours with an intensity that goes beyond words, and when he speaks again, there’s a delicate vulnerability to his voice because in the year since you’ve been mated, this is a topic you’ve yet to discuss.

“You want to have children…with me?”

“Yes.” The response spills from your lips without a moment’s hesitation and his entire being seems to shudder in response. “Do you?”

"Of course I do," he breathes out, sealing his words with a tender kiss to the palm of your hand that has your heart fluttering. “I want everything with you.”

“I want everything with you too.”

Happiness dances in his eyes. Azriel is not a selfish man, always putting others’ wants and needs before his own. He had even accepted that meeting his mate was an unattainable dream. That is, until you came along, dismantling the walls he had spent centuries constructing around himself.

You, a manifestation of his long-buried dreams and wishes, emerged as a living, breathing reality. The selfish desire to have everything with you consumes him, even more so when your desires always seem to mirror his. You're his perfect match and he doesn't know what he did to deserve you. He can only thank the Cauldron, forever indebted to it for entwining your soul with his.

Overwhelmed by his profound emotions, tears brim in his eyes and you're kissing them away before they can escape, smiling when his lips capture yours afterwards. He pours everything into the kiss. It starts soft and sweet but quickly morphs into something more as he brings his hands to your neck.

He pulls away, rolling over to hover over you in your bed, bracing strong arms on either side of you. He kisses your nose and lowers his body until his lips are hovering over right where your heart is racing. Another kiss.

Heat pools down and your breath hitches when he pauses at your stomach to press a kiss there. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He murmurs and you can feel his grin against your skin as he settles himself between your legs. He hikes one of your legs over his shoulder, slowly running his tongue up your thigh. The gesture draws a soft sound from you that he will never tire of hearing.

“I’m worshiping the mother of my future children.”

**

a/n: the bath scene was purely inspired by this because hot damn 🥵 I do plan on writing some future imagines of Az and reader having kids but meanwhile, you can have a glimpse at their first born from this headcannon.

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Demon!Azriel x reader: Teeth and Talons - Part 2 [***]

Warnings: demon!az, mentions of rituals, arguably monsterfucking, sadomasochism, bdsm themes, slight blood play, ovipositor, dark!azriel, dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, cockwarming

A/N: 6.6k words

-Part 1- -Part 3-

Sleeping hasn’t gotten easier. Every night he prowls the halls of your unconscious mind, driving deeper and deeper into you until he forms a nest. Then he starts devouring you from inside out. It’s the same every time. It starts as a normal night, the usual frenetic dreams zipping and zapping through you, morphing from riverbeds and dandelion fur into melting with the sun on an afternoon stroll. He’s always just behind you. About to pounce.

Tonight is no different.

You’re seated in his nest, wrapped in a white silk robe that parts down the middle, exposing you to his hungry gaze. His eyes are blotted out, dark, pulsing veins running below his skin. He becomes more animalistic, anthropomorphised into something vaguely humanoid. Dæmonoid. Fur dusts his lower stomach, thickening when you inevitably follow the dark trail to his cock. Every time a zap of arousal licks between your thighs.

Tonight is no different.

He beckons you forward, glittering claws grazing your mind, tugging you forward on a metaphorical leash. Not as metaphorical as you would like it to be. You lose control of your body - that’s what you tell yourself when you wake - following his command obediently.

Tonight is no different.

You crawl forward slowly, eyes glued to one another as you drag one hand in front of the other. Until you’re seated in front of him, scars and all. Your hands settle primly in your lap, back straight, nipples peaking beneath his piercing gaze. You look up at him beneath your lashes, waiting for the dream to fade to darkness. It doesn’t.

Tonight is different.

Tonight he pounces.

His mouth splits in a grin, razor sharp canines splitting from beneath his lips. Your own part in surprise, a hushed breath passing between them. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, his blacked out eyes rippling down your body, silently feeding off your form.

“You got too comfortable, bride,” he drawls, tilting your head to peer up at him, your hands lifting unsteadily from your lap, taken by surprise. He leans in, the mark on your neck stinging as he brushes his canines over the scar, “you made the mistake of letting me inside.”

You shake your head, trying to pull away from his bruising grip, claws bracketing your cheeks, nearly slicing into your skin. A stray droplet careens down to your jaw, splashing onto the virginal robe. “You aren’t real,” you breathe, “this is my realm.” He grins, and you can practically see your own blood gleaming on his lips. “Is it?” He drawls.

Doubt sparks in the pit on your stomach, “you’re in my mind. I’m asleep. You can’t hurt me here.” The words are more for you than for him. His grin widens, presenting you with a view of too many gleaming teeth. “What’s stopping me?” He taunts and you still. Your breath catches as he leans closer, canines brushing over you lips.

“You’re nothing,” you tremble, forcing the words against his mouth, “you’re a filthy figment of my imagination. Nothing more. You can’t hurt me.” He releases a dark laugh, muscles flexing in his forearms as he tightens his grip, shoving you back on the bed, stalking up your body.

You’re too scared to scream.

“A dirty fantasy, huh?” Again, his teeth drag over the scar in your throat, your back arching at the change in sensitivity. “Then you’ll be fine if I get started,” he growls, moving down your body, the robe concealing nothing as it drapes at you sides, baring your chest to him, nipples peaked. He gives an appreciative lap to one as he passes, making you flinch, his canines catching on the skin, nipping.

Tremors run through your legs, spiralling in the pit of your belly as he pushes your thighs apart as his eyes ravish you. Hot shame flushes your cheeks as he finally sees the slick glossing your heat, coating your thighs. He chuckles, as if he’d expected it, knowing you better than yourself.

Black eyes flick up, “such a waste,” he mocks, one large hand wrapping around your thigh, swallowing it, “the next time sin grasps you, find me.” He lowers himself between your thighs as your breathing quickens. “You’ll find infinite pleasure in kneeling before me than trying to resist.”

And with that warning, he opens his mouth over your inner thigh, biting down into the soft flesh, teeth piercing your skin as you moan. Your palm smacks over your mouth as you hear the sound, legs desperately squeezing together as he works his sin into your body, the euphoria making your insides glow.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so awful to be eaten by him.

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You wake with a gasping breath, jolting upright, sweat coating your skin. Your whole body is trembling. You already know he’s watching you. It feels as though he’s always watching. Hardly a moment of privacy spared.

It’s only when you move to push the new covers back do you have to bite back a whimper. The skin on your inner thigh is burning. Hands scrabbling in the sheets, you push away the material, only to find a second set of bite marks already freshly stamped.

Beside you, the dæmon shifts, pushing up to see what you’re staring at, bewildered. A laugh is pulled from his throat as his attention spears into you, “already?” Teary eyes flick to him as he has to remember not to pounce, “what are you doing to me?” Your lower lip quivers, shrinking beneath the pleased glint in his eyes at your helpless confusion.

“Warming you up,” he replies, moving toward you as he pushes you to the bed, one large hand splayed across your chest, “preparing you.”

“For what?” You manage, the pleasure from having his teeth piercing your skin still leaving hot flushes branding you.

He grins, “for when you’re ready to submit.”

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The heat isn’t going away.

Ever since that one dream - you’re not sure if it even was a dream - there’s been a constant need thrumming beneath you skin. Like he’s set something off inside of you. And it’s slowly consuming you, becoming more and more intense with every passing day.

You can already feel slick dripping down your thighs.

You look up into the mirror, halfway through changing, seeing yourself clad in the taunting white silk with only a narrow slip of fabric concealing your heat. You can’t go to bed like this. He’ll surely take advantage of you.

You look away from the mirror, tears welling in your eyes as you attempt to take in deep breaths.

A powerful arm curls around your waist, another hand biting into your jaw. Your eyes flick back upward as Azriel pushes your hips into the edge of the sink with his own, his arm pulling your lower body flush against his as his chest presses into you, pushing you forward, practically bending your over. Your breath hitches as you brace your forearms on the counter, meeting his pitch black gaze in the mirror.

“What are you waiting for?” The words brush sensually across your neck, his hips rolling surprisingly gently into yours. “Find me. Seek me out.” The commands are deceptively smooth off his tongue, his hand snaking lower, slipping easily between your parted legs. “Release yourself.” His fingers reach the apex of your thighs, just barely brushing over where you need him so so so badly, before he vanishes again. As if he were never there in the first place.

You don’t know what to do.

He’s set you alight, and you don’t know how to douse the flame.

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The moment you enter the bedroom, his eyes are on you, the entirety of his attention pinning you down. From the lack of proper night robes, he knows something’s snapped. The white robe hangs open as you move defeatedly toward the bottom of the bed. Arousal spikes in his abdomen at your expression.

You’re far from your true breaking point, and he knows this. He knows what it would take to shatter you irreparably, and it would be much more. Which is why he delights in the drag of your feet, you’re failure to meet his gaze. You think you’ve already reached the worst of it. How wrong you are.

“Look at me, bride,” he drawls, his body thrumming with pleasure as you obey. Torn, hungry eyes lifting to his own. He tilts his head, as if in sympathy, “you held out longer than I expected.” You swallow, and he traces the roll of your throat with open anticipation. His shadows deepen, thickening as they roll off the bed, dropping to the floor as they wrap around your thighs.

“Are you finally ready?”

Your shoulders slump, head drooping to stare at the floor dejectedly. How foolish of you to look away from him, he thinks. Even after all this time, you don’t understand his threat. How easily he can snatch your life from you.

You don’t want to give in. You don’t want to submit to him. He stole you from your home, trapping you in his realm, taunting and mocking you endlessly. You’ve had enough.

For once, you wish you could act unapologetically. Wish you were strong enough to take what you want without fear or worry for others’ thoughts. But you’re not like that. Your mind turns fuzzy as another wave of arousal washes over you.

Make him pay.

There’s no way for you to kill him. No way for you to ever get him the way he’s got you. You can’t take what you want from him, force him to give you whatever you desire. But you can take whatever he gives you. You can take all of it.

Burning hel, you want all of it. Everything. All of him. Devour him until there’s nothing left. Take everything he gives until he’s run dry.

Biting your lip, you crawl up the bed, eyes settling on his as you drag your body upward. His gaze is latched to yours, gulping down every move you make until you’re perching atop his lap. Male arrogance is seeping from his skin as he keeps his arms tucked beneath his inky mess of hair, piercing gaze trailing up your body. The thin silk hardly covers your breasts.

The heat between your joining points is surprisingly immense as the pads of your fingers splay across his toned stomach, settling yourself nervously above him. “You said…” You swallow, “you said I should come find you, should I ever…” His eyes are already undressing you, thread by thread, torturously slow for both of you.

Black eyes flick to yours, hunger growling in their depths, “should you ever…?” He echoes, a silent taunt in his honeyed voice. You bite your lip as you look down, breaking eye contact, “should I ever…want company.”

A wickedly arrogant smirk plays on his glorious mouth, “you want me to fuck you, bride?” Heat spools in your stomach at the title, eyes returning to his. You swallow your pride as you nod, just a small dip of your head.

He laughs. A slow, mocking laugh.

Fire burns across the crests of your cheeks. He was the one who offered in the first place. Was this all just a cruel joke to degrade you? Let you know your place?

“You think you can take it?” He drawls, malevolence dripping from his sin-touched mouth. You just swallow nervously. You have no answer to that.

His gaze drags deliberately slowly over your form, the curve of your stomach, the exposed skin of your breasts. “If I fuck you, you’re mine. Do you understand?” His words settle in your stomach, an ultimatum laid clear in the sand. “No going back; no hiding behind your so-called morals. You ask me for this and you’re mine.”

Are you going to cross it?

Your lips part, pads of your fingers pressing into the firm muscle beneath you.

You nod.

Muscles ripple as he lifts an arm from behind his head, a single finger tapping against the pulse point on his neck, his claw catching on tough skin, splitting it open for blood to swell. You cock your head, confused, and you feel something shift beneath you. “Stake your claim,” he commands, the dark lilt of his voice so enticing as he tucks his arm back beneath him.

Arousal flutters in your pussy, nipples peaking beneath the too-thin silk. His piercing gaze marks every reaction, amusement and pleasure dancing in his coal-black irises. Your hands pad up his body as you lean over him, breasts brushing over his chest.

You hesitate, breath fanning over the hot, sensitive skin. Even if he isn’t showing it, you can feel the tension building beneath his surface. Power boiling as it strains to be released upon you.

All it takes is the time of one exhale. Then your mouth is hesitantly latching onto his skin, lips parting as your tongue slides out, lapping up the metallic flavour that’s so distinctly him. Your teeth sink against the muscle in his shoulder, as if you’re biting into a ripe fruit, dying for liquid to coat your parched mouth. Your tongue laps over the skin as you suck, hard, bruising him until colour blooms.

The rise and fall of his chest is more pronounced, his whole body thrumming with heat under your touch. You get greedy, moving your mouth to the space beneath his jaw, nails biting into his skin as you nip at the sensitive area.

He indulges for a little, allowing you this small experiment; then one hand is roughly tangling in your hair, yanking you back, painfully. Charcoal eyes pierce your own, spearing into your mind as his brow arches. “Very eager.”

Shame flushes your body at the same time as arousal licks between your thighs. You don’t have time for the former. You want. You need. Subconsciously you press down against him, a groan rasping from his throat as his fist tightens, forcing you to bare your neck to him.

Then he’s hauling your mouth to his, crushing you against his open lips as he shoves his way into your mouth. Entitled. Arrogant. Dominant.

You whimper, your own hands cupping his jaw as you try to keep up with him. It’s sloppy: inexperience on your part and uncaring for mess on his. His hands slope down your back, settling on your ass as he squeezes firmly, your hips keening over him desperately. Then he draws his palm back and you whine helplessly at the cool space he’s left. But his hand is smacking down, a startled moan flying from your mouth to his as your back curves, breasts dragging over his chest.

He growls at the sound, canines nipping at your lips hungrily. I can imagine how your skin would come apart beneath my teeth. You shiver.

When your hips wind over his, he pushes up from the bed, hand gripping your hips as he drags your centre over him. A growl rumbles in his chest as he repeats the movement, bucking up into you, making you moan.

Azriel pulls away from you to admire his work, how your lips are nipped raw, an arousing flush to your cheeks while your eyes are glazed. He chuckles, swiping his thumb beneath your lower lip, enjoying how you preen under his touch.

The male leans back, leaving you chasing for warmth but the stern look he gives you instructs you to stay where you are. “You want me to fuck you?” He drawls, selecting a crude choice of words to revel in the way it sends more heat to your cheeks. “Take the reigns,” he orders, voice lowering an octave, “I’m not going to give you a single excuse to hide behind once this is done,” he grins, and it’s just teeth. “You’re going to wake up from this knowing you chose every single step, and hate yourself for it.”

He’s right. You know he is. And yet you can’t find the will to care. Not when you can feel him straining against you. Not when he’s looking at you like you’re just another game for him to work through.

You flush, but refuse to break eye contact, lest he decides to change his mind, “I don’t—” you begin, uncertainly. “How do I…?” He cocks a brow. He’s going to force every uncomfortable thought from your mouth. Every silent question you’ve never voiced. He wants all of them.

“Got to figure that one out for yourself, now, don’t you?” He drawls, sick arousal purring within you at his condescending tone. You catch the way his eyes flick down to your pussy. You’re almost certain there’d be a damp spot were you able to see.

Still, you swallow, shifting over his lap as your hands drop to the ties in his trousers. The smirk remains on his mouth as he watches you clumsily fumble with the strings, hands trembling too much. He eases a sigh of relief, a quiet moan, as you push the leather away along with the stretchy fabric hiding beneath.

He makes sure to mark your expressions when your eyes land on him. How they widen, you suck in a sharp breath, hands fall back a little, taking him in. Then your fingers slip beneath the fabric blocking him from your pussy.

You gather an embarrassing amount of slick on your hand from one go alone, swallowing as you wrap your glossy palm around him. Azriel grits his teeth as he silently basks in the feel of your slick hand and the softness of your tummy. He bucks his hips, commanding you to hurry along.

Feeling impatience curling in your chest, you return to your glossy heat, lathering him with more of your slick. On shaky thighs, you raise to be above him, lining yourself up so you can begin the quest of sinking down on him.

He’s fucking big though.

Your eyes only close for a moment, but you feel the familiar catch of skin between your thighs. You jerk hard as his thumb presses painfully on your clit, a command to hurry the fuck up judging by the look in his eyes.

You don’t want to know what he’ll do should you fail an order. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you shouldn’t have allowed lust to cloud your mind, soften what he is. His thumb begins oscillating sharply when you don’t take any more of him. It’s painful, too much pressure to such a delicate part. Even if it turns you on.

“Don’t do that,” you hiss (plead?)

“Doesn’t feel good?” He taunts, mouth brushing over your own, knowing damned well you felt the sparks he set alight by stimulating the nerve endings. “You need some help taking me. Or do you want me to fuck you raw?”

You bite your lip, eyes angrily flicking to his, his crude words overwhelming your prudish ears. “It would feel better if you weren’t trying to strum me like an overzealous lute-player,” you snap. Your eyes widen as you replay what you just said, and to who, hands covering your mouth as if it would hide the words you spoke. He seems mildly surprised by your outburst, having not expected any kind of aggression from something like you.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe from behind your clasped fingers, “I didn’t mean—”

His hand returns to tangle in your hair, forcefully pulling your head back. You whimper, then freeze. Hot breath fans across the skin of your neck, followed by the threatening scrape of canines. A warning and a promise wrapped in the guise of a kiss.

…how your skin would come apart beneath my teeth.

Is he about to bite down? Sink his canines into your throat as he turns you into a blood feast for him to fuck and feed off? You almost sob as arousal slams into you at the depraved thought. Maybe it was the idea of him consuming every piece of you, so thoroughly not even a drop was left.

“A-Azriel,” you pant, his tip pressing against your entrance after you lift from him, “it’s not going to fit…” He can sense your fear, yet does nothing about it. It’s not his problem. Quite the opposite, in fact. He’s getting off on corrupting you.

His hands bite into your hips, pulling you down as you squirm desperately, anxious to get away. “Stop,” you plead, tears lining your eyes as you place your hands on his chest in desperate and humiliating supplication, “you’re going to break me.”

The male’s mouth fashions itself into a merciless grin, “I don’t give a damn,” he whispers so adoringly over your mouth. “You’re the one who came to me, remember?” He lifts you up a little, before pushing you down further, forcing you to take more of him, “so you’re going to take every fucking inch I have to give you. And I don’t. Care. If it kills you. You’re swallowing all of it.”

He gives one more sharp tug to your hair before he releases you, his expression relaxing into one of nonchalance, the malevolence fading so quickly you feel as though whiplash has lacerated your spine. You know he won’t be as forgiving next time, so you push down on him. You’re surprised when there’s little resistance, heat flushing your face as your eyes helplessly flick to his before darting away.

There’s a knowing glint, one you could pinpoint in a second. He knows how much he turns you on, and like he said, you’re already hating yourself for it. And yet you have both parts shame and arousal in equal measure. Maybe arousal is the slightly more prominent, actually.

You peer down your body, steadying your breathing as you lift your hips a few inches, preparing to sink down as far as you can take. All of you is aware of his narrowing gaze, piercing into you even as you refuse to meet it. His hips shift beneath you, and you know it’s the last warning you’ll get for not keeping up with him.

Wetting your lips, lower one trembling, you shift your weight from your hands and thighs, allowing you to settle on his cock. Unwillingly, your mouth drops open as he fills you in every sense of the word. Your thighs tremble, eyes rolling back, breaths becoming uneven and spasmodic. Fuck.

A strained moan slips from your lips, nails biting into his stomach as you softly grind your hips, winding them over his cock. The strength seeps from your body as he presses against you. He chuckles darkly, “struggling, bride?” You tighten around him at the sonorous drawl, your nails biting into his abdomen.

Gathering your conscious, you raise from his cock, slowly sliding up and down as you push your weight onto his lower stomach, raising and lowering onto him while you clasp your lip between your teeth. His hands brace your hips, helping you to fuck yourself.

Help definitely isn’t the right word. He’s not doing it for your sake, he’s doing it for him.

His hands slam you down and your eyes roll at the explosion of pleasure blazing through your body. You gasp, grappling for his arms in attempt to push him away. He snarls and you freeze, paralysed at the malevolence thrumming from the male beneath you. “Don’t,” he growls. You swallow, silver lining your eyes as he lifts you by your hips until you’re perched at his tip. “Azriel…” you plead, hands settling on his chest as you attempt to leverage yourself.

Pitch black eyes flick to yours, the pupils dilated to take up his irises. “Please, I can’t—”

He slams you down, raising his hips to meet your own as he hits a spot deep inside of you, your arms giving out so you’re braced on your forearms. A growl rumbles in his chest, reverberating through you as you meet his gaze, “quit complaining,” he snarls, hand gripping your jaw, harshly tugging you until you’re within a breath’s reach. “I’m going fucking easy on you since you clearly haven’t taken time to prepare yourself for this, despite all the nights I’ve given you by yourself, despite all the opportunities I’ve given you while you’ve been asleep.”

Arousal spikes in your tummy as well as mortifying shame. Had he really been expecting you to pleasure yourself to him? Hot indignation rises at his arrogance, “are you serious?” You huff, mouth dropping open in surprise. He raises a single brow, unimpressed by your attempted retaliation.

Gathering your remaining strength, you furiously push away from him, sitting back on your thighs as his cock sinks deeper with the shift. “You’re the one who stole me from my normal life! You could have picked anyone else and now you’re getting pissy over the fact that I didn’t read your mind and know I was supposed to prepare myself for you - whatever the hel you meant by that.” You take in a sharp breath, attempting desperately to tamp down the aroused flush that’s heating your cheeks. “So you’re in no position to be getting grumpy with me, you dæmon prick.”

You breathe heavily, both from finally releasing your pent up anger toward the male, and from having his cock buried so deep inside of you, the slightest movement sending trembling pleasure zapping through you. He twitches inside of you as you finally show some backbone, and you think his pupils dilate even further, expanding over the white of his eyes. They flicker a little, as if struggling to keep their formation.

Then he pushes up from the bed, shifting inside of you making you tighten around him, hands bracing on the mattress until you’re chest to chest. You’re aware of every breath you take has your breasts brushing against him, nipples dragging over the corded muscle of his torso, though you refuse to lean back, yield any more of yourself to him, even as arousal is dripping down from you.

His expression is neutral on the surface, but you can feel his displeasure at being spoken back to, the anger that’s swimming in his black gaze, hunger intensifying. “I would have thought the messages were clear, bride. You were just too dense to realise.” Your eyes flick to his angrily, “and what ‘messages’ are those?” You snap, quickly becoming sick of his cunning words.

This time, he grins, glittering white teeth being bared to you. Your neck aches in response, but it’s different from last time. Before it was a stinging sensation; painful. Now, it’s a dull, heated throb. An arousing itch. You think of how it felt to have his canines spike your skin and pleasure sparks at the thought, excitement running rampant.

“The nightmares you’ve been having,” he drawls, eyes locked on yours. You freeze, breath catching, “what about them?” Helplessly your gaze drops to your inner thigh, where another set of bite marks lay, stamped into your skin. His grin broadens, “they weren’t simple dreams,” he drawls, “just like I didn’t simply pick the first female I saw.” A dark laugh rumbles through him at the way your eyes widen; mouth parts. “A dæmon taking a bride is no small matter,” he smiles, again showing off those glittering canines, “it takes time to select a compatible human, and even more to find one that will be continuously satisfying.” His hands lift to the bone of your hips, thumb brushing over the swell in your abdomen from having you seated atop him.

“Wh— huh?” You’re speechless, struggling to find words to express your complex confusion, “but you said anyone would do, that you picked me because I was there. And what do you mean compatible?” You chose to sweep over the continuously satisfying part.

His hands lift to your back, pulling you harshly against his chest, your arms coming up defensively to have some sort of block between you and him. You gaze up at him, his mouth inches from your own as he keeps you tight against his body. “Most would turn and run at the slightest hint of dark powers,” he drawls, “yet each night you would allow yourself to crawl to me, despite every sign of malevolence that would ward any normal human far away.”

Confusion mars your features, “what signs?”

He laughs, “exactly.”

Your brow dips, “what signs?” He cocks his head, seemingly sizing you up.

Then the air shifts.

His features sharpen, black swallowing the whites of his eyes, canines becoming razor sharp as they push from beneath his lips. His shadows densify, and you feel the soft brush of fur against your lower abdomen. Talons break from the skin of his fingers, sharpening until they dwarf your waist.

Your mouth involuntarily drops open as his cock shifts, expanding beneath the tip, pressing so appetisingly against a spot inside of you that has you helplessly winding over him, desperate for more of the mouth-watering stimuli. Your thighs tremble as light tremors wrack your body, shamefully lowering your head as you give out, slumping into his solid warmth, face dipping into his shoulder.

He laughs, the sound dark but pleased. He knows you’re at a tipping point. One of his hands raises to your head, settling over your hair as he keeps you comfortably enveloped in his warmth. Your own hands ball into fists on his chest, nestling against him, delighting in the animal brush of fur softly sweeping over your abdomen with each breath, melting into his power as your body loses it’s tension, becoming pliable to his will.

“Are you ready?” He asks, and it sounds more gentle, not as carefully sharpened as his previous remarks. You pull away to look at him, take in his dæmon form, the one that isn’t softened for the world, harsh angles and sharp teeth. You swallow, heat racing beneath your skin, “ready for what, exactly?” You manage. After all, you know nothing about dæmon rituals, if the joining ceremonies are at all likeable to human ones.

He grins, hips shifting, evidently enjoying the way it has you sucking in a breath, biting the inside of your lips. “Ready to be taken.” You tighten around him, the words slicing down your spine with lethal precision. You take in a breath, “is it going to hurt?” The words are muted, quietened with fear.

Azriel cocks his head, “the mating or the breeding?” Your mouth drops open, cunt clamping down on him involuntarily. “The what?” You pant, hands splaying open over his chest, feeling the frequent thump of a pulse. A few, actually. He smirks.

You shift, pushing away from him slightly. His hands tighten on your hips possessively at the movement, brow narrowing. “The mating and the…breeding?” You repeat incredulously, staring at the male. “You’re trying to get me pregnant?” Anger seeps through your words as your gaze burns into him. He just laughs, and you bite your nails down into his chest, even if you know he’ll hardly feel it.

“It’s not dissimilar from your human methods,” he growls, an amused lilt to his deep voice, hand moving to brace your lower back. Then he’s flipped you over, your back pressing hard into the spongy mattress as his powerful frame cages you in. “It won’t result in the pain your females are accustomed to during the process.” Your females, you repeat in your mind, as in, humans.

His gaze drops down to your joining point hungrily before his blacked out eyes flick back upward, “that should be enough time for you to adjust,” he drawls, drawing his hips back only to push into you again. Your back arches at the delicious drag of the swell of his cock against your sensitive walls. “There you go.”

Azriel’s large hands land either side of your head, the tops of your shoulders pressing against his wrists, in order to keep you in place for when he begins. Out of the corner of your eyes, you’re able to see those talons of his slicing into the sheets, the threat of having them so close to you sending a sick throb of arousal sparking in your lower belly.

He’s more rough this time, pushing in harshly, sending you bumping into his arms with the force, yet you receive nothing but pleasure, despite how large he is. You manage to look down, enough to see the bump in our abdomen. Curiously, you press your palm down atop the skin, both of you releasing sounds of pleasure at the pressure as he thrusts back in.

You curse beneath your breath and he chuckles, your eyes skating up to his, “already using the devils tongue,” he laughs.

You move to reply but he slams back in, your eyes rolling back as he fills you up, pressing tight against every space available until it’s hard to breathe, basking in the euphoria of having him inside of you. Shadows slip beneath your ass to angle your hips upward and you scream when slams in again, pleasure lighting your nerve endings. “Azriel,” you plead, tears forming at the edge of your eyes as you hit your peak, thighs spreading for him, latching around his hips as you attempt to pull him closer, having him drive his cock deeper inside.

He doesn’t stop for you, even as you cry for him to slow down, the pleasure overwhelming you as you babble. He doesn’t speed up either, keeping up with the rough pace he’d already set. That was something, at least. “You take what you’re fucking given, bride,” he snarls, and your back curves at the animalistic rumble, the beastly timbre of his voice.

“Every drop. Every egg. Swallow all of it.”

Your body goes lax, melting beneath his overpowering heat, allowing him to use you just how he wants. He snarls suddenly, twitching inside of you, head dipping to your neck as he noses at the sensitive skin. You tip your head to the side, gathering enough strength to thread your fingers through the thick, silky locks of inky hair, desperately pulling him closer.

His mouth opens over your neck, canines lining up with their mark as they sink down. He snarls again as he releases inside of you, thick, hot cum spilling. It feels strange. Deeper. Far deeper. The consistency is different, you can feel all of it, pumped so full you’re sure when he pulls out there’ll be a swell to your lower belly.

His teeth pierce your skin, and euphoria seizes your body, doubling…tripling. “Azriel…” you breathe, weakly, already so drained from the mating. You know he’s feeding off the gash in your neck, but with the aphrodisiac coating his canines, you feel nothing but sizzling pleasure. He laps up every drop, sealing you clean when he’s satisfied with his meal, not a mark to be seen.

The male pulls away, cock still pressing into you when he pulls away. One look at you has a possessive growl rumbling through the room, shadows thickening, becoming more frenzied at the air thrums, power pulsing in the air and you’re almost certain the feeling is not limited to the chambers you’re in.

You attempt to move away from him but he snarls down at you, nostrils flaring as he scents you, “where do you think you’re going, bride?” You involuntarily tighten around him, amusement dancing in his eyes as the white returns. Nothing else shifts, though. You’re kind of pleased. “Aren’t we done?” You pant, fatigue heavy in your voice.

His lips purse, “for now.” His gaze drags over you hungrily and you consider the possibility he’s holding himself back at seeing you so exhausted. Your eyelids flutter as you become aware of the weight gilding them.

Azriel’s hands carefully glide beneath your back, wary not to slice your skin as he pulls you against his chest. You suck in a breath as your weight is pulled down onto his lap, his cock driving languidly against your already oversensitive walls. A small whine is pulled from your lips, releasing beside his ear, your arms tiredly wrapping beneath his shoulders.

“I’m beginning to think you don’t want me to give you time to recover,” he drawls, in answer to your needy sounds. And you can’t help it, your body moves by itself as you softly buck your hips against his, moaning as you feel his cum being pushed deeper. “Azriel,” you pant, continuing to grind your hips over him as he lays back into the mountain of pillows, “more.”

He groans, settling his hands over your hips, stilling them as you whine. “Your body needs to rest. You’re human, you need time to recover.” Your brow narrows, attempting to move over him but his grip is like iron, clamping down as he smirks knowingly. “I can take it,” you breathe, hands trailing curiously over his skin, lifting to his jaw as his gaze follows you with interest and amusement.

You lean forward, breasts dragging over his chest as your mouth brushes his, “you want to, don’t you?” You goad, eyes latching onto his as heat flares in the pits of blackness. “Careful,” he growls in warning, brow narrowing. You ignore him, opening your mouth over the skin of his neck as you press kisses up to the space below his jaw, “you want to go again, right, Azriel?” He twitches inside of you, fingers biting into your hips, “come on, I think your cum is leaking out,” you breathe beside his ear, “so fill me up again, yeah?”

“You can hardly sit upright,” he bites out, his words clipped and hard. He’s so hard. Pressing against you; you feel like you might pass out from the pleasure. Your breaths deepen, tightening around him. A muscle feathers in his jaw at your actions. “You can tie me up, right?” You pant, “your shadows.” Your eyes flicker from the darkness back to his, “you can use them to keep me upright. Then you can go again. Doesn’t matter if I pass out.”

A growl rumbles in his chest as you spill your mind to him, “bride—”

“If you don’t want to, why haven’t you shifted back?” He stills beneath you for a moment, eyes snapping to yours. Then a grin splits his elysian mouth, “perfectly compatible indeed,” he mutters.

He grips your hips, shadows twining roughly around your wrists and torso as they pull you upright, supporting your weight carefully as he perches you at the tip of his cock, slamming you down before any of his precious cum can slip out. Your head falls back as you scream.

Then he’s pounding into you, fucking you within an inch of your life as his eyes split to pure darkness, dark as pitch, shadows writhing on the bed as he takes you roughly. Moan after moan spills from your lips, prayers ranging from please, don’t stop to Azriel please! I can’t take it to incoherent babbles. He works you through it all, fucking you until he comes as you flutter around him again.

Your eyes roll backward as you nearly pass out, drowning in pleasure at the feeling of him spilling inside of you, filling you to the brim. Then his shadows are releasing their support on your upper body, allowing your weight to help you sink down on his cock, the final wave of euphoria knocking you out as you fall forward on his chest.

His arms circle you possessively as he keeps you seated on his cock, pulling you into his warmth as he tucks you against the powerful lines of his body, shadows swirling over your form so he can keep you for himself, greedily swallowing your body in a blanket of velvety night.

You’re his.

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Superman and Vash appreciation

Critical Role - coffee bae 💕 ☕️ //

Vox Machina - noble!reader // WEREWOLF PUPPY // taking care of them when exhausted // treating migraines // boys + period headcanons // you remember? // trouble in paradise // Birb Machina // reverse birb machina // Garmelie reveals through art // Grog romance // Vax and sweet bartender // Vax + childhood friend // you have beautiful eyes // close the door?? 🚪 // close the door 🚪 part 2 // day gone wrong 😅 // rizz them up ✨ // flying Treasure Planet style //

Song fic -Grog // song fic - (my) dandelion // song fic // Mothers Day - song - Percy // song fic - Vax angst //

Modern s/o series - different dance styles // bonding with Percy //

Mighty Nein - beach 🏝️ day // cuddle headcanons //

Song fic - Caleb // song fic - angst // song fic // song fic - outfield // song fic - 2 //

Bell’s Hells - song fic //

Crown Keepers - song fic + Dariax //

Ring of Brass - song fic //

Song fic for the ladies //

Castlevania - Hector A-Z NSFW // Dracula + fem!reader smut // drawing the boys // remember what they say // Alucard and his jealous lover // Alucard and art as a gift // got a black eye defending him // Isaac A-Z NSFW //

Marvel - Namor + nurse!reader // Guardians of the Galaxy fluff //

Star Wars 🌟- Poe fluff + Miguel //

Prey (2022) - Taabe smut //

Unicorn 🦄 Warriors Eternal - Edred headcanons // Aewulf HC’s //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon - horse riding with Aegon //

Ewan characters - Osferth and Tom //

Into/Across the Spiderverse - Miguel O’Hara fluff // biting kink headcanons // soft headcanons // angst headcanons // angst part 2 headcanons // sick headcanons // dancer!reader // touch-starved Miguel // Miguel and a shy reader // college boyfriend Miguel // fangs and claws oh my! 😍 // Miguel + parks & rec // incorrect quotes // Miguel AZ fluff alphabet // love nicknames // incorrect quotes + Gabriella O’Hara // good morning ☀️🌞// incorrect quotes part 2 // love me, choose me, pick me // Miguel Regency era // incorrect quotes part(s) 3-4 // wedding 💍 headcanons //

Assassin’s Creed - Connor Kenway fluff // AC OC Debut // Shay & Haytham + Assassin // Haytham NSFW // Desmond Mermay // barista bae ☕️ // Dad + kid just like mom // Haytham hurt & comfort // Haytham + hurt and comfort // love confession + “you” // Ezio birthday 🎂 headcanons // morning seggs + Haytham // codexmonthly - mirage // Ezio birthday headcanons part 2 // bath 🛁 headcanons 💕 //

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel 😈 - Crimson SFW and NSFW //

Blood of Zeus - Apollo x daughter of Nyx // pantheon smut // ares and Amazon!reader // dating Seraphim headcanons //

Legend of Zelda/ToTK - Sidon and his illicit affairs //

Dragon Age

DA Absolution - Miriam + kisses on face //

#castlevania #marvel #star wars #critical role #assassin’s creed #dragon age #prey 2022 #vox machina #the mighty nein #bell’s hells #the legend of vox machina #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #mcu #guardians of the galaxy #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #loz tears of the kingdom #unicorn warrirors eternal #uwe #house of the dragon #game of thrones #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #the last kingdom #world on fire #blood of Zeus #miguel o'hara #ring of brass #my adventures with superman #trigun vash the stampede

[mjiskindacool]

The Dandelion, NAU, Flagstaff AZ - 10/8/2023

#Photography #Nature Photography #BluejaysPhotography #Nature #Dandelion #NAU #Northern Arizona University #student photography #Original photography #photographers on tumblr

[rainyday-deer]

Things I have learned while living in Maritime Canada for the last 6 months, as a person who was born and raised in Arizona:

Fog makes things wet. One of my most shocking revelations tbh. It seems so obvious in retrospect, but somehow it never occurred to me at all.

Paying taxes as a US citizen when you’re NOT in the states is a huge pain in the ass. 0/10, do not recommend.

At least where I am, air conditioning seems to be hard to come by. Heaters are understandably more important (However I sleep warm, and thus was dying, and had to sleep with my window wide open all winter.)

There’s jellyfish this far up north! I’ve seen Sea Gooseberries and I was Astounded.

Buildings built in the 1800s (and some 1700s) still being used today is Super Normal Actually, and they even get a fancy lil plaque.

Boat parts just laying around.

GRASS GETS SO LONG????? SO LONG. WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME GRASS GETS THAT LONG, AND SO FAST.

Spring is??? So slow???? It’s already May and the trees are only now budding, and flowers are only now blooming. In AZ it would already well be considered summer and most of the plants would be on their way to being shriveled husks.

DANDELIONS CLOSE AT NIGHT???? MOST FLOWERS DO???? I’ve only seen Desert Poppies do that.

sunset is around 8:30 right now. It used to go down at 5. The disparity confuses me.

Daylight Savings also confuses me and I Hate It

The most dangerous animals here aren’t venomous and are Also hard to come by. I will keep you all posted on any Moose Sightings.

Canada is REALLY patriotic. There’s jokes about the US leaning hard on the ‘made in America!’ thing, but Canada takes it even further I find. Maple leaves everywhere. ‘Canadian made/grown/raised’ on everything. The fast food joints have a maple leaf stuck gracefully somewhere in their logo so you know this is the CANADIAN version of that thing. A friend explained why to me but it’s still something I’m amused by.

The post office doesn’t close at 5. I am still shocked.

Bus tickets can also be used for Ferries, if your city has one!

Like Coffeemate creamer??? Good fucking luck finding that shit. And if you can, good luck finding a flavor besides Hazelnut or French Vanilla. (The After 8 flavor is good tho, if you can find it.)

Reddiwhip cannot be found anywhere and I miss it SO Much

I miss Target too.

Lots of stuff I miss, actually, that I didn’t realize Canada just Didn’t Have. RIP.

Canadian Shipping my Beloathed. Expensive + takes forever + more expensive if you get charged Duty on your items so That Sucks

Paper straws and resuable bags, yes, HOWEVER, also useless extra plastic in other ways, or taking away things in packaging that would ordinarily prevent using MORE plastic, only to use more of it anyway bc it’s gone. Very questionable.

I think I have more reusable shopping bags than I will ever need in my lifetime now.

I will presumably update my Canada Log™ at a later date, but for now thats all I can think of.

#Mo Chatter #Canada Log

[office-hours-affection-if]

oooh i saw the last post with diesel and made me think what songs do you associate with each ro? and follow up question, do you plan on making ro playlists for them?? bc i looove listening to them whenever there is one!! but no pressure

Song I currently associate with the ROs:

Diesel: About You - The 1975

Seth: Dandelions - Ruth B.

Az: Say Yes to Heaven - Lana del Rey

Grant: Mahika - Adie, Janine Berdin

Leon: Diet Mountain Dew - Lana del Rey

Markus: Best Friends - The Weeknd, Summer Walker

Isla: gold rush - Taylor Swift

Dom: Never Knew I Needed - Ne-yo

Conrad: Hooked on a Feeling - Blue Swede, Björn Skifs

Law: Moonlight - Kali Uchis or 80/20 - Chloe x Halle

I do plan to make a playlist for each character, just not yet sorted out so currently its compiled in one playlist.

Thank you for the ask! 🥰

#office hours affection #interactive fiction #asks #ros songs #ro playlists soon

[ben-umudun-sonsuzlugu]

Kendimi çok depresif bir sayfa gibi hissettim az rahatlayalım be

#Spotify

[sunshiline-writes]

♒ - cooking/food headcanon - Solomon

★ - sad headcanon - Henrietta

♥ - family headcanon - Miguel

♡ - romantic headcanon - Xavier

These characters are from my WIP A Rose Admist Thorns __

♒ - cooking/food headcanon - Solomon Sol is a vegetarian. He does not eat meat. This is partly because of his personal beliefs, and partly because he genuinely hates the taste of most meat. He can make a MEAN dandelion salad as well. ★ - sad headcanon - Henrietta ehehehe sad head canon for my beautiful girl Henrietta. Henrietta used to play the violin. She used to be very very good at it. In fact, the local newspaper in her town wrote about her. She was mentioned of in other towns. Now, however, she hasn't played her violin in years. She can't bring herself too because Xavier used to make her play at dinners for his friends before certain events took place. ♥ - family headcanon - Miguel Before he was sold to Xavier, Miguel had two older sisters and a younger brother. He and his younger brother were both deaf and his sisters were hearing. Whenever Miguel fought with his siblings and didn't want to 'hear' what they were saying, he'd leave the room or just simply.... close his eyes. He's a little shit like that. ♡ - romantic headcanon - Xavier Lmfao of course you would choose this for Xavier Az. You little degenerate /aff. Xavier is actually VERY romantic when he isn't pissed off at someone. He used to write love letters and bring Henrietta roses every date before they were married. He is quite romantic actually. You just have to be perfect for him in return however.

__ man oh man I LOVED writing these. Thanks for the asks Az. Love and appreciate you.

#whumpblr #whump #sunshine answers #whump ask games #Henrietta Belaqua oc #Miguel Cordova oc #Solomon Lightfeather oc #Xavier Reede oc #poc whump #these were so fun #seriously thanks

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Both of the android cyborg couple going shopping for fun upgrades together? Maybe online for safety.

Yes!

More Nanny/Gardner and Ineffable interactions!

On with the fic!

--

"Francis," Aziraphale started, walking into the room with an e-pad in hand, "I think it's time a massive upgrade."

"Oh dear." Francis frowned, but that didn't stop him from knocking Crowley's knight off the chess board between them, much to the younger android's annoyance. "Are you sure?"

"I'm afraid so. I went over your schematics, your system checks, and you really need to get a few new parts because, frankly, even I can't work miracles on your bad knees."

"Course you can." Crowley said, moving another of his pieces. "You're an angel, it's your job."

Aziraphale smiled at that before sitting down on the couch next to Ashtoreth, who was in the middle of repairing a tear in one of Francis' shirts. "That's sweet of you, darling, but we need to get him new parts. The originals he has are damaged and the parts are..."

"No longer in production." Francis sighed. "Ah, I like my ol' knees, they've served me well all these years."

"Love, you had to have Crowley hoist you off the ground this morning." Ashtoreth stated, not looking up from her careful sewing.

Francis pouted. "Aye, true, true. Well, whatcha have in mind, Az?"

"I... found some things online that are in a similar category to what you'll need for your knees, and your wrist joints, if you'd like to take a look. Rather difficult to get, but I know the right shops." Of course Aziraphale did, he repaired out-of-date androids, robots, and cyborgs all the time.

Francis got himself up from the chair he was sitting at, but not before taking Crowley's king, and looked at the e-pad. Crowley got up as well, wanting to take a look.

He himself didn't need parts, but he was a curious duck, Aziraphale knew that from experience. "Alright, see, these are from a model about three generations younger than your own, Francis." The cyborg said. "They have better shock absorbing in them, and you can work for hours without needing a bit of oil to get them working again after being in the same position for too long."

"Could be helpful in the bedroom." Ashtoreth commented, a coy smirk on her lips that had Aziraphale coughing, Crowley snickering, and Francis' inner systems kicking up loud enough for them all to hear.

"D-dandelion, please...!" The gardener pleaded as Ash leaned over and looked at the screen.

"Oh, how lovely, they even have them in a bronze coating. Get those for him, dearie, I'll pay you back. And see if you can find a matching set for his wrists. Ah, and his neck joint could use a little tweaking, he had trouble moving his head sometimes."

Francis' fans were kicking into overdrive and he mumbled something about getting them drinks. Crowley burst into laughter about this, sitting down on the couch to take a look.

"Do I need any upgrades, angel? Or am I still good?" He asked.

"Your systems are all fine, you're still very new, according to your files. Francis is much older and very obsolete in terms of parts. But, uh, Ash, he's still in good condition, don't worry..!"

She scoffed. "Don't worry, I take good care of him, he just gets himself into little messes. We're not as young as we used to be." She glanced at the shirt in her hands. "Maybe we can do a little clothes shopping as well, he's wearing out his shirts and pants again."

This got Crowley's attention. "I can help! I've got the keenest eye! Unlike angel here." He tugged at the knitted sweater vest Aziraphale was wearing.

The blond pouted a little. "I think I dress just fine, dear boy."

"You're wearing striped socks with an argyle sweater."

"There's nothing wrong with that, they're the same colors. And besides, Francis often dresses like me as well."

"Which is why I'm gonna find him something fitting, yet still fashionable and..." Mismatched eyes looked Aziraphale up and down as he took the e-pad out of Aziraphale's hands. "Coordinated."

"Cheek!"

Crowley grinned and started to tap quickly at the screen. Ashtoreth giggled softly, leaning back. "You picked him, dearie."

"I know, I know." Aziraphale sighed, but looked at Crowley, smiling at him as he seemed to be going over choices to throw into the cart of whatever site he was on. "Do be a dear and purchase those parts for me, darling, with two day delivery, I've got the money."

"Already did it." Crowley commented, eyes on the screen. "Does Francis like bow ties?"

"I love 'em!" Francis called from the other room.

"Of course you do..." The younger android mumbled, still quickly tapping the screen. "Angel, I'm getting you some new things too."

"No, you don't have to-" Aziraphale started, but Ashtoreth reached across him, gently taking the e-pad from Crowley.

"I'll do it, since you're getting for Francis." She said, looking amused, just as Crowley did.

Aziraphale had a feeling if he tried to argue with either of the two redheads, it would be a losing battle. "Please keep within my usual style and colors."

"I'll see what I can do, but no promises." Ashtoreth teased and Crowley cackled, moving over to sit on the couch arm next to her to take a look at what she was picking out.

"Francis, I do believe we're outmatched here." Aziraphale called to the kitchen.

"Did ya only just now figure that out?" Francis replied back.

--

I tried to figure out an upgrade for Crowley, but he's still a very new model so he doesn't need anything (unless if he can find a way to fly), so I included him and Ash being little shits and doing upgrades of their own for their men (Aziraphale dresses like an librarian and Francis dresses like a grandpa, someone help them).

#good omens #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #crowley #aziraphale #nanny ashtoreth #brother francis #john's drabbles #do androids dream of cyborg angels au

[prythianpages]

A Field of Dandelions

azriel x witch!reader | Your High Lady calls upon you. requesting a remedy that only you know how to make. It requires specific ingredients found between the courts of spring and autumn and you're in need of an escort. Unfortunately for you, she assigns her Shadowsinger to accompany you. The Shadowsinger who hates you...or so you thought.

“Please don’t talk to me like that.”

“Why?”

“It’s cruel and heartless and you don’t even realize.”

warnings: angst but with fluff at the end, mentions of self-hate/abuse. pretty much Azriel thinking he's not worthy of a mate.

a/n: I've been re-reading the Shatter Me series and there's a scene between Aaron and Juliette that drove me to make this along with the song Dandelions by Ruth B. The dialogue above is directly from the book Unravel Me. I used them as a writing prompt along with the general gist of the scene and added my own twist to it. I just wanted to put that disclaimer out there.

**

The door opens before you can even knock and your dear friend and High Lady pulls you into a warm hug. She beckons you inside with a smile and your eyes dart around the various paintings adorning the walls, finding that some are new.

Surprise etches onto your features when your eyes land on the Night Court’s Spymaster. He stands at the end of one of the winding staircases with his usual stoic expression. Still as devastatingly handsome as always. You drop your gaze as quickly as you had met his and if he notices it, he doesn’t let it show. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge your presence.

Your ears pick up on faint crying. It grows louder and louder. Turning your head toward the source, your eyes land on Nyx. Despite being in the comfort of his father’s arms, his little features contort in pain. You greet your High Lord with a bow of your head, noticing the exhaustion on his face that mirrors Feyre’s.

“Is Mor on her way?” You ask, adjusting the strap of your bag. It’s full with all necessary tools and equipment you need for your venture.

Feyre had requested if you could make a tonic to sooth Nyx’s aches while he’s teething but your apothecary shop was unfortunately out of the main ingredient. Dandelion root. Not just any dandelion root but the ones that grow in the soil between the courts of Spring and Autumn and given the current tensions in Prythian and your status as a former Spring court inhabitant, it was not safe for you to go alone.

“Oh,” Feyre says as she takes the babe into her arms. You coo at Nyx and he blinks up at you, his crying coming to a stop. His lips tug up into a small smile and he wraps a tiny hand around your finger. “She is unfortunately caught up in Vallahan.”

“So then Cassian is to escort me today?” You ask again, looking up at your friend.

You catch the way she looks at Rhysand. They share a look and you know they’re communicating to each other through their mind. It’s Rhysand who answers you this time.

“Cassian isn’t fond of the spring, allergies and all.”

The Shadowsinger steps forward and your smile falls. You turn back to your friend, who gives you a sheepish smile in return.

“Azriel will be escorting you today.”

You almost want to say no. The thought of being alone with Azriel makes your stomach churn with unease and something else that you can’t quite discern at the moment. But Nyx begins to squirm in his mother’s arms with a pout and Feyre’s eyebrows knit in concern.

“Okay,” you sigh.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” Feyre says.

“Our son’s life is in your hands.”

Feyre slaps her husband’s arm with a roll of her eyes. “He’s not dying, Rhys,” she grumbles. “He’s just in some discomfort from teething.”

She then turns to Azriel with a stern look. The corner of her lips threatened to betray her. “Be nice.”

**

Azriel’s shadows envelop you both, whisking you away to the forest of the Spring Court. It was the safest of the two courts to winnow directly to. The air in the dense woods hangs heavy with the scent of blooming blossoms and you’re thankful for the muffled sounds of nature as it provides a soothing background noise, saving you from the awkward silence between you and the impassive Shadowsinger.

Azriel walks ahead, his movements graceful and quiet. His shadows cling to him like the loyal companions they are but some hover over your boots, silencing your own steps. 

He finally breaks the silence. “You’re staring.”

You shift your gaze immediately and wonder if he can also sense the pink that dusts your slightly flustered face. “I’m just surprised you’re the one escorting me,” you answer honestly.

“It’s not like I had much of a choice,” he responds cryptically.

A slight tension settles between you, your heartbeat quickening as you follow him through the forest. “Right,” you say, your face growing pinker.

You shift the weight of your bag to your other shoulder and Azriel comes to a sudden stop. He turns, his hazel eyes scanning you for a moment. Without a word, he takes the bag from your arm, effortlessly hoisting it over his shoulder. 

The unexpected gesture catches you off guard, and a quiet "thanks" escapes your lips. “You’re being awfully nice today,” you can’t help but observe, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in your tone “I think this is the most you’ve talked to me since we met.”

Azriel’s lips curve into an almost-smile. A rare sight that sends a flutter through your chest. “My High Lady told me to be nice.”

“Right,” you repeat quietly to yourself as you exhale, a futile effort to calm your fluttering nerves. It’s almost embarrassing the effect Azriel has on you and as the butterflies in your stomach stir, you hope that the rest of the day unfolds quickly.

**

Mates. Two individuals predestined to be together, brought together by unseen forces and an irresistible bond. Azriel once wondered if he had a mate but after centuries of living, he began to wonder if he was simply destined to be alone.

When his brothers found their mates and he still hadn’t found his, he started to think he was far beyond the reach of love. It was a blessing he could not have. He didn’t need a mate, so he convinced himself he didn’t want one. Romance was not part of his duties and he was starting to come to terms with the fact. 

That is, until, he met you.

Nestled right on the outskirts of the area known as the Rainbow of Velaris was a quaint shop. The wooden sign above, engraved with dark letters spelling out Nightrose Apothecary, swayed gently in the cool morning breeze. Azriel had ignored the frenzied whirlwind of his shadows as he stepped into the shop.

Shelves made of twisted vines and polished wood were neatly arranged with rows of glass jars containing colorful powders, dried herbs and exotic roots. A friendly black cat, lounging on the sunlit windowsill, blinked at him in greeting. As he stepped further into the shop, his senses became overwhelmed with the prominent scent of lavender and chamomile.

Behind a worn, wooden counter is where you stood. You hummed to yourself, immersed in the book in front of you. He found himself unable to take his eyes off of you as you skimmed over the rough edged pages, your fingertips carrying an enchanting green glow and eyes filled with darkness. 

You were a witch but it was no surprise to him. He had heard about you. You were a good friend of Feyre’s. One of the few people she could trust during her time in the Spring court. When the Spring Court fell into chaos, Feyre had brought you with her and helped you open up this shop.

His steps were silent and he’s sure you’re unaware of his presence, so he shifted, parting his mouth to speak–

“Hello, Shadowsinger.”

His steps faltered, eyes widening for a fleeting moment.

When you finally lifted your gaze to meet his, his eyes locked with yours and something deep within him awakened. An exhilarating feeling like no other. He felt light. He felt alive. And he was almost afraid to blink, not wanting the feeling to end.

His shadows peeked out from behind his limbs, curious to see what had their master in a chokehold. They dispersed from his body in a thrilled dance as the darkness left your eyes, revealing their natural color. They’re beautiful and sparkling with kindness, even as his shadows disobey his silent orders and slither up your arms in a cool greeting.

“I’m sorry,” he found himself apologizing, a slight tint in his cheeks. “They usually don’t do that.”

“It’s okay,” you brushed off his worry and he felt lightheaded and bewitched at the smile you directed toward him. “What brings you here?”

Azriel can’t help but feel that you already know why he’s there. He pulled his gaze away, choosing to focus on the crystal orbs on the counter instead. “My High Lady recommended I come to you. I’ve been having trouble…sleeping.”

The green glow returned to your fingertips as you beckoned a small clear vial from one of the shelves behind you. It’s filled with a silver liquid that glistened as it moved, mirroring the twinkle of the stars that light up the night sky.

“This should help.” You told him as you held out the vial to him. “Take a sip before you’re ready for bed and it should quickly pull you into a restful slumber. Some say it even brings forth sweet dreams.”

Azriel nodded his head, taking the small vial from you with a gloved hand. He stored it carefully into the chest pocket of his leathers. His hands then dug into the pockets of his pants but you held out a hand to stop him.

“It’s on the house.”

“But–”

“Any friend of Fey–the High Lady’s is a friend of mine.”

His throat tightened as he realized it’s time for him to leave and he doesn’t want to. He’s caught in a whirlwind of emotions and finds himself torn between hope and fear. Or maybe he fears what it means to be hopeful because for once in his life, he wants something.

He wants you. His mate.

But as he thanked you for your kind gesture, he realized that the bond must have not snapped for you as it had for him. So he reluctantly went on with his day and when the sky darkened and stars awakened, he took a sip from the small vial. He had the best sleep of his life that night and dreamt about you.

The next morning he asked Rhysand and Feyre about what he had experienced because he couldn’t believe it himself. They confirmed his suspicions and they were both delighted. Feyre even more so as you were her dear friend.  

She had taken it upon herself to bring you two together. Her first attempt was a family dinner. It was going well until Elain had spotted a spider and upon the small scream she let out, Nesta had rushed to kill it for her. Your distress was impossible to turn a blind eye to and Feyre quietly asked if you were alright.

“It didn’t need to die,” is all you quietly said, your eyes lined with silver.

Witches were one with nature and given your niche with herbs and creation, Azriel realized the depth of your admiration for all life that night. Then, another harrowing one. You were so innocent, so pure. He was guilty, hands tainted and stained red. He didn’t deserve you.

The Cauldron must’ve made a mistake.

Feyre was undeterred so she gave it another attempt, despite Azriel’s protest. She arranged a night out at Rita’s for the Inner Circle and invited you. Azriel didn’t plan on going but Rhysand had made sure his schedule was clear and when Feyre had sent him an image of you in a skin tight dress, he came as quickly as he could. 

But it was too late.

He arrived to find a high fae leaning toward you in interest and you were smiling at him. A smile Azriel wanted reserved just for him. The male had placed a hand at your waist and Azriel felt his stomach churn when you laughed at something he had said. A sound he wished to be the cause of. You seemed happy and who was he to stand in your way?

The male was everything Azriel was not. Blond, blue eyed and perfectly smooth hands–hands that were all over you and welcomed by you. He unconsciously hid his scarred hands behind his back and when your gaze met his across the room, he looked away. 

Azriel was not worthy of you. He didn’t deserve to have you as his mate. So he reminded himself that romance was not part of his duties and convinced himself that the Cauldron, had indeed, made a mistake. 

He couldn’t bear the thought of being just a friend to you. The mere idea pained him so much that he pushed you away. He didn’t return to your apothecary when he finished the vial you’d given him–not even when his nights became restless again and dark circles appeared beneath his eyes. When he’d see you walking along the streets of Velaris, he’d turn the other away and when you would visit Feyre and he was there, he’d find an excuse to leave.

But there was one thing he couldn’t shake off–the primal instinct to protect you. It was the least he could do for you as he felt indebted to you for the Cauldron’s mistake. 

So when he heard you needed an escort to the border between the Spring and Autumn courts, he was the first to volunteer, despite Mor and Cassian also offering.

**

It’s as if the ground beneath you comes to life in your presence. Birds fly over you, chirping and singing a beautiful melody. As you pass, buds blossom into beautiful flowers as if enchanted by you. Even the animals emerge from their hidden abodes. The squirrels playfully dart between branches while a family of deer gracefully emerges from the trees.

It becomes evident that nature itself is captivated by your presence. and it extends beyond nature, weaving its magic onto Azriel as well. It reaches into the very heart of the Shadowsinger, casting an enchanting spell that even he cannot escape.

A blue butterfly dances playfully around Azriel. It startles him, pulling him out of his trance and you can’t help the small laugh that escapes from you. You raise a finger and the butterfly lands on it softly.

“Hello, little one,” you coo softly. You turn to Azriel, holding out your finger to him. “Would you like to hold it?”

“No.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Are you scared of a butterfly?”

Azriel does not answer your question. Instead, his eyes dart around the forest that still stirs with liveliness around you. “What happened to keeping a low profile?”

“Sorry,” you apologize, even though it’s not your fault. The butterfly grants you one last flutter of its wings before gracefully flying away. “I can’t help but be admired by many.”

Azriel lets out a hum. You’re too distracted to pick up on the subtle resonance of agreement, your eyes widening as the meadow finally comes into view in the distance.

**

You inhale deeply, flooding your senses with the delicate fragrance surrounding you–a symphony of floral notes. Time seems to slow and your worries dissipate away as you kneel down, gently touching the soft sea of green, white and yellow. The gentle sway of the dandelions becomes a mesmerizing dance, their feathery plumes catching the morning breeze like wishes ready to be set free.

Azriel watches you and his eyes are a reflection of an adoration deeper than any meadow bloom. There’s a bittersweet ache in his chest. You close your eyes, a serene expression on your face. Strands of sunlight weave through your hair, creating a halo of warmth and Azriel finds it hard to breathe when your lips bloom into a tender smile.

Your eyes open and meet his hazel eyes and suddenly, he’s looking away. He clears his throat, eyes looking around the field. “What’s so special about this place?” He asks, a desperate attempt to reclaim the distance between desire and reality.

“All life is a delicate balance of give and take. Spring brings forth new life and beauty, new beginnings. Autumn leaves showers of gold, recognizing the temporary nature of all things. “ You answer as if it's common knowledge and upon the bewildered expression on Azriel’s face, you offer the simpler explanation:  “The soil between Spring and Autumn is very potent.” 

“These are weeds. They’ll grow anywhere.” Azriel deadpans. He regrets it immediately at the brief darkening of your eyes and the slight frown that forms at his casual dismissal.

“You may see a weed,” you begin, plucking a single dandelion from the ground as you rise to your feet. You approach the Shadowsinger. “But I see wishes.”

You extend the dandelion to him with a softness in your eyes that he’s never been on the receiving end of. “They say a single dandelion possesses the power to grant one-hundred wishes. But their beauty lies in their resilience because when they fall apart, they simply start again. A reminder to us all of boundless hope.”

Azriel hesitates, his gaze fixed on the dandelion. His gloved fingers brush against yours and for a fleeting moment, he wonders what your skin would feel like against his. The mere thought dares to send a shiver through him but he swiftly pushes the thought away. He doesn’t deserve you.

You smile at him as he carefully accepts the delicate stem from you. His shadows remain dispersed around the field but from where he stands, he can feel them vibrating in a joyful dance. Your smile is so bright, so dazzling and for the first time since he met you, it’s all for him. A sudden warmth floods through him, a sensation he never anticipated, and he finds himself utterly captivated.

“Make a wish,” you whisper to him, your voice a gentle prompt that lingers in the air like a spell waiting to be cast.

Azriel is not one to believe in things like this but he finds himself surrendering to the magic of the moment. For you.

Under the tender gaze of a field of dandelions, he closes his eyes. He lets out a silent breath, and makes a wish. A gentle breeze courses through you both in that moment. The dandelion’s wispy seeds take flight, unraveling into a delicate constellation of possibilities. 

The soft bristles of hope travel through the air and find their way to you and a laugh escapes from you in response to the tickling sensation as they caress your face. Azriel’s heart feels strangely gentle–as if the weight that often accompanies his existence has momentarily dissipated. His entire body seems to soften in the glow of your laughter and a rare smile graces his lips.

He’s stuck in a trance, mesmerized by you, failing to catch the sounds of the creatures approaching. Before he knows it, there are arrows whistling around you both. He barely has enough time to respond as one hisses by his ear and darts to you. He immediately raises his hand up, his shadows rushing to the rescue and forming a protective shield around you both.

**

Your eyes are wide as you stare at the tip of an arrow that is a couple of inches away from you. It’s coated with blood. Azriel’s blood. Your breath hitches at the sight. There's an arrow embedded into his gloved hand and if it weren’t for Azriel’s other hand at the small of your back, you would’ve fallen backwards.

“Are you alright?” His gaze is examining you carefully, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You blink at his words. “Are you alright?”

“Well, well, well.” A voice drawls followed by deep, rumbling growls from the hounds that surround you. They’re kept at bay by Azriel’s shadows. “What do we have here?”

Azriel turns around, ready to face the threat head on. His shadows remain at your side protectively. Some slither up and down your arms, their touch aimed at offering comfort and reassurance. 

“Eris.”

The red head smirks and his teeth flash when he catches the sight of the Shadowsinger’s injured and bleeding hand. “My apologies,” Eris sneers. “If I had known it was you, I would’ve aimed for the heart.”

A sound escapes from you–one you didn’t know you were capable of making and you step out from the shadows. It draws Eris’s attention to you. His amber eyes drink you in and you feel Azriel stiffen beside you. The Autumn’s male’s eyes land on the obsidian necklace around your neck and they narrow.

“What is a witch doing in my lands?” His hounds that are still surrounding let out another growl, prompted by their master’s tone of voice. They snap their teeth menacingly.

But you’re unfazed.

Perhaps, it’s Azriel’s protective shadows or the overwhelming anger set alight by Eris’s words that grant you the confidence and push you forward. Your eyes fill with darkness, resembling a night sky without any stars and Azriel can feel the energy coursing through your veins as you call upon your magic.

“Keep wasting the air with that breath of yours and I might just cur–”

A hand comes over your mouth, stopping you from saying anything else and you’re being pulled flush into Azriel’s chest. You grimace at the taste of leather and squirm only for Azriel’s arms to tighten around you.

“Cute,” Eris remarks with a hint of amusement but there’s an unmistakable fear that flashes in his eyes for a short lived moment.

 “We’re just passing through,” Azriel states, his voice void of emotion. 

Eris observes you both in contemplative silence. He must discern something in Azriel that prompts him to stand down. With a thoughtful hum, he gracefully turns away. His hounds follow suit and as he walks away, he calls over his shoulders: “Make it quick.”

You watch as Eris disappears into the forest, still wrapped tightly in Azriel’s arms. It isn’t until Eris is completely out of view that you squirm again and without thinking, you bite on his gloved hand. Hard. Azriel flinches and finally releases his grip on you.

You turn to him with a glare that he returns.

“Threatening to curse the heir to Autumn? Are you out of your mind?”

“I should curse you for stopping me!” You exclaim, crossing your arms with a scowl. Your gaze then softens as you quietly add:  “He hurt you.”

“Gods,” Azriel breathes, stepping away from you and tilting his head backwards. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

“You mean besides piss you off by merely existing?” You huff as you snatch your bag away from him to get the jars you brought. “Can’t imagine it gets any worse than that.”

**

The walk to your apartment is silent and you begin to wonder if you should apologize for your outburst earlier. It was not within your nature to raise your voice at anyone…or harbor anger toward someone. But Eris had tried to hurt you, hurt Azriel and then shamelessly sneered about it.

Azriel follows you into your home, watching as you set the ingredients you collected down. He expects you to bid him farewell and kick him out but as you turn to him and your gaze falls to his injured hand, you sigh.

“Come on,” you offer, reaching out for his hand and he recoils. You frown.  “Does it hurt?”

“No.” 

You know he’s lying by the way his jaw clenches and you can’t help but notice that he appears to be repelled by your touch. You almost laugh. “I promise I won’t curse you. I actually never cursed anyone before.”

Azriel’s expression remains unreadable.

“Just let me see. I can help you.”

“I’m fine.” He says through gritted teeth.

“You’re bleeding all over my floor.” You say in hopes to get him to accept your help and when it doesn’t, you cross your arms against your chest. “Do you really hate me that much? To be repulsed by my touch?”

“I don’t hate you.” Azriel confesses and his voice is much quieter, much softer when he speaks again. “I could never.”

Azriel holds your gaze in contemplation for a long moment. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see his shadows pushing him toward you so you try again. This time, when you step forward, your hand reaching for him, he doesn’t pull away. 

 “Sit,” you tell him, nodding your head at one of the chairs in your kitchen. 

With a hard swallow, he does. He is entirely still as you hold his gloved hand in yours. Even his shadows are eerily still as if holding their breath. His eyes are boring into you with an intensity that heats your skin. You bring your other hand up, a soft green glow emitting from your fingertips. With the help of your magic, you carefully take the arrow out, drawing a sharp gasp from him. 

“Sorry,” you say, turning your attention to his glove next. You use your magic to remove it as well, not wanting to cause him any more pain or discomfort.

As the green mist of your magic dissipates, revealing the scarred skin beneath, your eyes widen. The scars are extensive, streaking around his fingers and the palm of his hand and the bleeding gash in the middle is nothing compared to them. You lift your gaze to meet his only to find his eyes are dead of emotion.

“Azriel.” You breathe and it’s the first time you’ve ever addressed him by his name and it sounds so pretty, so beautiful but the way you’re looking at him…

“Don’t.” His throat feels tight and he starts to withdraw his hand from yours but you stop him. You want to know who hurt him this deeply. Today was a day of firsts for you–first smile from Azriel, first time you ever felt so angry, first time you growled at someone and you were more than willing to add another first to that list. Cursing someone.

But Azriel looks like he’s about to break so you push your rage aside. Realization dawns on you as you now understand why he’s always wearing gloves around you, why he avoided you at all costs before. Your heart aches.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” you say softly as you begin to heal his hand. “Your scars may forever carry their stories with them but they do not define you. Your heart does and I can see it now. It’s bright and beautiful. You’re beautiful and–”

“y/n,” he almost begs. “Please don’t talk to me like that.”

The gash on his palm is now completely healed and you tighten your hold on it. “Why?”

“It’s cruel and heartless and you don’t even realize.” His voice drops to a pained whisper and his eyes are fluttering shut, body trembling. Shadows cling on to him, embracing him in an attempt to comfort their master. You’ve never beheld anything more heartbreaking.

“Do you think that lowly of me?” You begin, your voice quiet. “That I would be put off by your scars?”

When he doesn’t answer, your free hand reaches for his face, lifting his chin up. But his eyes are still closed and deep lines form on his forehead because your skin is so soft, so warm and he’s not worthy.

“Azriel,” you steady your breath. “You’re my mate.”

His eyes shoot open, hazel orbs glistening with tears as he looks up at you. “You know?”

“I’ve known since the moment I met you.” You confess with a pained smile. “I wanted to tell you right away but I didn’t want to scare you and when I was ready to tell you, you were avoiding me. I thought you hated me because, well, I’m a witch and not everyone is fond of them.”

“But that night at Rita’s–”

“My stupid attempt at making you jealous,” you explain to him sheepishly. “I thought it would prompt you to talk to me but it backfired immensely.”

Silence falls over you two. 

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “For what?”

“For being your mate.” Azriel responds. “I don’t deserve you. My hands are not only scarred but stained red. I’ve tortured many. I’ve killed many. You value life but I take it.”

“I value innocent life. It’s my duty to protect nature–to protect those that cannot speak for themselves.” You clarify. “I understand that it’s your duty to protect this court. I don’t see you any different for it.”

The hand at his face drops and you use it to remove the glove from his other hand. Your hands grasp onto his larger ones and you lace your fingers with his, embracing the thickened and roughened skin. Azriel’s breath hitches.

 “This can’t be real,” he murmurs to himself, dropping his gaze. “In that field of dandelions, I wished upon every one of them. For you.”

“Magic doesn’t work that way,” you tell him with a smile as an overwhelming rush of tenderness comes over you. “It cannot create or destroy love. It can only heighten what is already there.”

Azriel’s expression softens and he looks back up at you. Half terrified. Half hopeful. “So this is real?”

You decide to show him instead by leaning down and kissing him. 

Azriel’s body relaxes and then he’s using his hands to tug you forward and onto his lap. He kisses you back. Deeply and desperately. He places his hands on your face, your neck and then they’re at your waist, slipping under your shirt. He wants to feel your skin, all of you and you welcome it, arching into him because his touch feels so good.

It stirs a light of desire in you–a desire so bright that it rivals the sun and blossoms flowers of its own. A desire to love and be loved. 

“What else did you wish for?” You gasp out when you both pull away for air. His hands are right under the curve of your chest and he leans his forehead against yours.

His breath is heavy but he smiles at you and you engrave the image into your mind because you’ve never seen anything so beautiful. You’re inclined to ask Feyre to paint it for you later.

“I only wished for you to be mine.” He says, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Done.”

And then he’s kissing you again.

Azriel has heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime–he’s seen it come to his brothers. He never thought it would come to him but he’s pretty sure that you are that love of his and he was a fool to push it away. He knows this now because when he gazes into your eyes, he can see forever in them.

**

here's like an alternate scene, where y/n is the one who says "please don't talk to me like that" instead of az: read here

here's a scene if you're curious about feyre's reaction: read here

if you're interested in reading more about this au you can find the masterlist for this series here

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel imagine #azriel fluff #azriel angst #azriel acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #azriel x y/n #acotar x you #az!dandelions

[vanserrasimp]

Azriel Fic Rec Library 2

(Fair warning I have been on an angst kick lately)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Happy Birthday?

It's always going to be you

Game Night

Sick

Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon

A Field of Dandelions

The Quiet Ones

Forever

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater…

Wall

Grief

Too Late

Cracked Door

Chosen

Scattered Vows

My Mate

Untouchable

Jealous Az Drabble

Family

How could you do this to me?

Please remember me

never trust a good deal

just one more

Evening Admissions

Best Friends... ?

Burnt Pie

Lost Her

Multipart:

You're Losing Me * READ CWS * | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | ✅

Forget Me Not * READ CWS * | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | ✅

A Solstice to Forget | A Solstice to Heal | ✅

how long have i searched for you? | an eternity, my love | ✅

Everything is not as it seems | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | 🖊️

Oblivious Minds | Part 1 | Part 2 | 🖊️

Disgust, Longing, Jealousy | Part 1 | Part 2 | 🖊️

[barejunk]

Here is the directors cut of: “Dandelion Wish” by Summit Dub Squad.

Shot on VHS in Flagstaff, AZ.

(yes, it's supposed to be 4:3 aspect ratio)

#barejunk #summit dub squad #shot on vhs #Sandra Oslow

[onsieluenkeli]

Uh egy ideje ez az egyik új kedvenc csatornám. 🌱🍇🌳🍉🌿🍎🍃🍏🍐🍒🍓🫐🫒🥕🥒🥦 Elképesztően ügyes a srác.

Itt van a pitypang season. Annyira könnyen felhasználótól ez a kis rohadék gaz... Anyum barátja ilyenből Liter szám készíti a szörpnek valót.

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[joecowtoy]

Oh, snap... >>> Swipe for 3D >>> #classicspace #orangespaceman #legoclassicspace #lego #dandelion #toyphotography #toy_photographers #joecowlego #joecow3d #stereoscopic #stereotoy #stereolego #az #arizona (at San Tan Valley, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLPGscRBJuk/?igshid=aliwikjbsicj

#classicspace #orangespaceman #legoclassicspace #lego #dandelion #toyphotography #toy_photographers #joecowlego #joecow3d #stereoscopic #stereotoy #stereolego #az #arizona

[tswaney17]

Ice Skating

So, I was going to attempt to do the Elriel 25 Days of Solstice, but life is just chaotic right now. And seeing how this is already three days late... 🙈 I may try and pick some random prompts to do and sporadically post them throughout the month, but I can’t guarantee them, nor them being posted on the right date. It’s been hell these last few months and it’s not slowing down. Anyways, please enjoy these totally cheesy, fluffy ice skating fic that I wrote in like two days, barely edited, and I don’t really like but I’m posting anyways. 💙

My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics​​​

My ao3 account: tswaney17

Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: brief language and mild NSFW thoughts. 

Word Count: 1,262

Azriel was sitting on one of the benches next to the ice rink, watching his best friend fly across the ice, brown hair a torrent behind her. Beside him sat a pair of unused skates, purchased by her in a feeble attempt to get him on that godforsaken frozen pond.

He was good at many things, playing the piano, tearing up the lacrosse field, or breaking down the most complicated trigonometry problem. But standing on two thin blades on slippery ice—nope. He just couldn’t do it.

Elain came sliding to a stop in front of him, stepping outside of the rink. Her face was positively glowing, smile radiant.

Gods, he had loved her for years. And he was such a chicken shit for being so damn afraid to tell her.

“Are you just going to sit here like a bum all night?” she asked, cheeks pink from both the cold and her exertion.

He raised an amused brow at her. “You’re well aware of my lack of coordination on those razor blades you call skates.”

She snorted in the most adorable way. “You have all coordination and talent in the world, but put you in a pair of skates and you’re just a dandelion in the wind.” Elain stepped forward, putting on her best attempt at a sad face.

Az tensed. “No, El. Don’t you dare,” he started, holding his hands up. He was a sucker to that face; it could get him to bend to her will as easily as breathing.

“Come on!” she whined. “Why did you even agree to come if you weren’t planning on skating.”

Azriel leaned back on his palms. “Because you’re my best friend and I enjoy watching you have fun.” And because he couldn’t say no to her—not really.

“It’d be much more fun out there if you’d just get up off your ass,” she teased. “I promise to hold your hand the whole time.”

He smirked. “That’s more of a danger to you than a safety net for me.”

Elain laughed, eyes sparkling.

Fuck, she was stunning. He really needed to get a grip on his emotions, lest he do something stupid. Like, kiss her.

Mischief danced in those gorgeous golden-brown eyes. “I think I can handle it. Please come skate with me?” Again, those damn puppy-dog eyes as she reached forward and took his scarred hand—such a contrast to her perfect ones, dusted with calluses from her hours spent gardening. She really was using everything in her arsenal tonight.

“I just ate a package of M&M’s. I need to wait an hour before getting in.”

“The water is frozen your sarcastic butt. And it’s an ice rink, not a swimming pool.”

He groaned knowing his will was slipping. “Fine! But if I break an ankle, you’re going to be my personal nurse until I can walk again,” he stated, taking a swig of his hot chocolate.

“Deal, but only if I can wear one of those sexy little nurse outfits.”

Azriel choked, staring at her wide-eyed. Did she just… Was she flirting with him? His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Fuck, now he was picturing it. Elain in a slinky little nurse costume, her hourglass figure on full display. A short skirt stopping at the top of her perfect thighs—her fucking gorgeous, round ass. He tried to shift subtly in his seat, praying he didn’t pop a boner here and now.

Clearing her throat, she stepped back, leaning back to rest her elbows on the little wall around the rink.

He wiped the hot chocolate from his mouth, tossing the cup in the trash. Giving her a once over—because he was a glutton for punishment—he murmured, “You’d look good in it,” before he shucked off his boots and pulled on the pair of skates.

Glancing back up, he caught Elain staring at him, cheeks flushed with color. “What?”

She blinked, shaking her head. “Nothing.” Holding out her hand to him, Elain hauled him up onto unsteady feet. Azriel wobbled dangerously, but she situated herself under his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his waist.

Getting him onto the ice was a feat in itself.

Elain was desperately trying not to laugh, but her shaking form pressed into his side told him everything.

“Laughing at me isn’t helping,” he muttered as they glided on the ice.

She chortled, covering her mouth with a hand. “I’m sorry! You just remind me of newborn fawn right now.”

He glared down at her. “That’s it, I’m done. I am not going to stand here and take your teasing,” he said dramatically. Twisting to glide back towards the edge of the rink, his foot slipped and they went down onto the ice.

Elain yelped as he took her with him, but Azriel reacted, cradling her to his chest and taking the brunt of the fall flat on his back.

He grunted upon impact, head thumping frozen ground and leaving him dazed.

“Azriel!” she called, though it sounded fuzzy—like he was underwater. “Shit, Azriel, are you alright?”

A chilled hand pressed to his cheek forcing his eyes to blink open. Twinkling lights gilded Elain’s unbounded hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She reminded him of an angel coming down from the heavens above and for a split second, he wondered if he was dying. Snowflakes dusted her hair.

His eyes refocused on hers, golden hues glittering in her brown irises. Without so much as a second thought, he slid his fingers into tresses, feeling the soft, silky strands slip over his skin.

Elain’s breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t move, let him touch her how he wanted to.

And then he tilted her head up, and brought her lips down to his, kissing her so softly, so magically, Azriel was sure this was some dream he cooked up in his imagination. Her lips were soft and warm against his.

But Elain was responded eagerly, giving it back to him with just as much intent. She slid her knee down his hip into the ice to get more leverage to kiss him properly, sighing into his mouth. Her nails dug into his chest and shoulders, and when she pulled away, she was grinning. “Finally,” she breathed

Azriel stared up at her. “Finally?” he spluttered.

Elain laughed softly, shaking her head, her hair a curtain around them. “I’ve only been waiting for years for you to finally make a move. You are so oblivious, Azriel, I swear to the Mother. I’ve been sending you signals for years, hoping that one day you’d see it and actually do something about it. The constant touching, me baking for you, cuddling while watching movies.”

He stared at her dumbfounded. “I thought you were just comfortable around me…”

She rolled her eyes in utter exasperation. “I was more than comfortable around you, Az.” Then they were kissing again. Kissing like they were dependent on each other’s oxygen, ignoring the huffs of other skaters having to go around them on the ice.

He wasn’t sure how long they were on the ground for, but it was long enough for one of the rink employees to skate over to them and ask them if they were okay and to leave the arena if they weren’t going to keep it PG.

Scrambling off the ice like a pair of giggling teenagers, they returned their ice skates in favor of making out back at Azriel’s apartment, on the comforts of his couch and between his sheets.

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[enchantmentandshadows]

Elriel Month | Day 28: Against Your Morning Skin

WORD COUNT: 2394

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ FOR SPICY SITUATIONS (SEX, I MEAN SEX.)

PLAYING ON AZRIEL’S SYMPHONIA : “BLOOM” - THE PAPER KITES

PLAYING ON ELAIN’S SYMPHONIA : “FROZEN” - SABRINA CLAUDIO

“Did I get that right?” He whispered to her with a charming smile.

“Perfect.” She whispered through her happy tears.

Azriel landed, it had been months since they’d been here together, their meadow. He set Elain down and he knew that her heart glowed the same way his did when they were here. They had spent so much time here together, first as the Seer and Spymaster, then as friends, building trust and affection until they had become lovers stealing time away for their trysts.

Elain held his hand, head tilting as she pulled him along to something new in their meadow, a cottage, it was so lovely that it seemed lifted straight from the pages of a fairytale, sitting atop the small hill that overlooked their favorite spot. “Do you think we’ll have to stop coming now?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Why would we do that?” Azriel asked, watching her as she neared the cottage, clearly enchanted by it.

“Well, I’m sure whomever built it isn’t interested in seeing us here in their meadow.” She said, smiling sadly, her fingers dancing over the freshly planted flowers. “Aww, they’ve planted Hydrangeas, those are-“

“Good luck and represent gratitude and happiness.” Azriel said.

“Yes, that’s right.” Elain said, smiling though there was a touch of sadness in it. “And peonies”

“For love.” Azriel added. “Chrysanthemums for longevity and harmony, and Marigolds for protection. There may or may not be a small patch of dandelions sprouting soon.” He added with a smirk.

Elain’s heart skipped as he took her hand, lacing their fingers together and placing a kiss atop hers.

“I thought you should pick the rest, it is our place after all.” He said, smiling down at her.

“Azriel…is-is this really yours? Ours?” She asked, eyes glistening with unshed tears. He nodded, silver lining his own eyes. “It is, if you want it to be.”

“Of course I do!” She said, throwing her arms around him. “Oh Az, I love it! Its perfect, its just, its so beautiful.” She hugged him tightly, crying into his chest, her heart overflowing with love for him. Azriel wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Lets go inside.” He said, smiling and opening the door for them, effortlessly lifting her into his arms and carrying her over the threshold. “Did I get that right?” He asked with a charming grin, knowing that he had when she laughed tearfully and kissed him. “Perfect.” She said.

Elain gasped in wonder as she took the cottage in, it was beautiful, like a dream-her dream. Tears pricked at her eyes again as she recalled stepping around the meadow and planning the perfect cottage for it, Azriel, patient as ever, sunning his wings as he listened to her ramble on.

“And I would put the bedroom here, so one could wake with the sunrise, wouldn’t that be lovely? Aaand the dining area just here and the kitchen there.” Azriel sat back, watching and listening as he always did as she described the cottage that she thought belonged here. She would apologize and get back to describing her latest vision shortly after, not realizing that he had tucked this information away for later.

Azriel set her down and she laced their fingers again, not wanting to let go of him. She pulled him along, to the bedroom, just where she said it should go.

“So we can rise with the sun.” He said, his rich voice full of emotion.

“Together? One day?” She asked, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Soon, I promise.” He vowed, thumbing her tears away as he cradled her face in his hands. “Even if I have to shield this entire cottage to keep them all out.”

She covered his hand with her own, turning to place a kiss on his palm. “I love it, I love YOU, Azriel.”

“I love you too, Elain. With all that I am, my scarred heart beats only for you.” He said, kissing her softly. “And mine for you, always.” She answered.

Azriel leaned in, kissing along her neck before whispering something that made Elain’s core heat. She nodded and yelped as Azriel slung her over his shoulder and gave her an intimate tour of their new bedroom. Cottage christened.

ONE YEAR LATER

The sun streamed in through the window, bathing everything that it touched in its golden light. Elain stretched and looked over to where Azriel lay, he looked so at peace and it warmed her heart that more and more he’d been sleeping peacefully through the night. For too long, his sleep had been plagued with dark thoughts and nightmares, now he could finally rest, finally be happy. Now he lay completely vulnerable with her, face half buried in his pillow, wings splayed, one draped over her, the other draped over the opposite end of their bed. Their bed. Elain couldn’t help herself as she moved to place a featherlight kiss on his bronze, tattooed shoulder. A smile curled at his lips and he groaned sleepily, pulling her closer until she was close enough for him to return the kiss to her sun-kissed shoulder, his thumb lazily stroking over her stomach.

“Good Morning.” She said, her voice near a whisper.

“Morning, petal.” He said, face in his pillow again.

Elain laughed and slid her fingers through his hair, her fierce Illyrian warrior with spikes of hair sticking this way and that. A low rumble came from his chest and she smirked.

“I didn’t mean to wake the beast…” she teased.

“Your touch always wakes the beast in me, love.” He said, turning to face her, a sleepy and contented smile making him look more handsome than she’d ever seen him.

“Its been a year, you know?” She asked, not sure if he would remember, she had gathered that most fae didn’t track many things, some not even birthdays, but Azriel wasn’t most fae.

He smiled. “I know. One year in our little paradise.”

“But not a secret anymore.” She said, smiling.

“No, not a secret anymore.” He said, bringing her hand to his lips, their fingers laced together.

“We should get up, we have lunch with the family today, remember?” She said.

Azriel grinned. “Shower time?”

Elain laughed. “If you get up now, then yes.”

Azriel’s wings slid tightly to his back as he groaned and stretched. He lay on his side, a lopsided grin on his face as he watched Elain slip out of bed. She paused in the door way, smiling back at him. “Are you joining me or not?” Azriel lept out of bed and followed after her.

Elain turned the water on, pretending not to notice Azriel leaning in the doorway, watching her. He was deathly still and quiet, but his arousal filled the room, his desire unmistakable. Elain stepped into the water, glancing back at him with a smirk. “If I have to get started without you, then I rescind my invitation.” She teased, gasping as he was instantly behind her, his hand splayed over her stomach, pulling her into him. She could feel his length pressing into her backside, the beast certainly was awake now. Elain slid her hand over his, smiling. “We’ll be late…”

“Mmmwe can multitask, I believe in us.” He said with a chuckle, moving her hair aside and soaping his hands up as he kissed along her shoulder.

Elain smiled, her lip clenched between her teeth as his hands moved to soap her breasts up, kneading them slowly, his calloused thumbs rubbing over her peaked nipples. Azriel captured her mouth in a kiss as she lay her head back on his shoulder, a dainty moan escaping as his tongue slipped passed her lips. His hands moved from her breasts, one sliding up to her neck, keeping her head tipped back and kissing him as his other hand slid down over her soft stomach. Elain trembled as he lightly brushed his fingers over her slick folds, gasping as he slipped a finger in, pressing and teasing that little bud that sent shockwaves through her entire body and made stars dance before her eyes. She clutched his arm, panting, but he kept going, pushing her further in delirium as he circled that bud again, pressing to elicit another gasp against his lips. He played with her for a bit before nipping her neck and turning her around, leaning her back against the shower wall as he dropped to his knees before her.

Soft panting breaths left her as she watched him, sliding her own hands over her breasts, knowing how much he loved to watch her touch herself for him. Azriel slid his hands up her thighs, cupping her bottom as he pressed his lips to her stomach, his kisses making her throb as heat pooled between her legs. He trailed his kisses lower and lower until he was running his tongue over her slit, the taste of her exploding on his tongue and shooting straight to his throbbing cock-they were definitely going to be late. He slid one scarred hand down her creamy thigh, guiding her leg up and over his shoulder.

“Azriel…” she moaned, arching against the wall, her fingers threaded through his hair now as he worked her with his tongue. He savored her sweetness and thrilled at how her body trembled as he brought her closer to the edge and then she was screaming his name as she peaked, dissolving into pleasure. Her panting mouth met his, hands in his hair, tugging his head back so she could claim him this time, her tongue begging for entry and caressing his as he rose, his arms wrapping around her, his length pressing against her. He could feel her smiling against his mouth, knowing they weren’t done just yet. Elain forgot everything in that moment, nothing existed but Azriel now, his body, his soul, that commanding presence even when he was on his knees for her. She melted into him, her hands running over his muscled back, her nails pressing just enough to elicit at low rumble from his chest.

His thigh slid between her legs and she wanted to protest, to tell him that it was his turn now and she wanted to please him too, but she couldn’t stop herself from tilting her hips and pressing her aching sex against his muscular thigh. She lost herself in it, in the pressure between her legs, his hot breath on her neck, teeth nipping and scraping and those beautiful hands of his sliding over her back.

“Az. Az I want you, I want all of you.” she pleaded, panting.

“So bossy.” He teased, his eyes like molten gold as he slid his hands over her ass, picking her up and guiding her down onto his throbbing length. Elain wrapped her legs around him, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she whimpered and finally took all of him in. That molten gaze of his set her soul on fire and threatened to consume them both as he pressed her against the wall, his thrusts rough and demanding. One of his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her head back so that he could bury his face in her neck, kissing, nipping and sucking.

Elain gasped and released a moan as his grip on her hair tightened. He grinned, covering her mouth with his, his tongue sweeping past her lips, she moaned against his kiss, nipping his bottom lip as he came up for air. He could barely breathe as she ran her petite hands over his back, her delicate fingertips playing a dangerous game as they danced closer and closer to his wings. He moved his hands to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he quickened his pace. He growled, his voice so rough and commanding that it sent a thrill through her. “Come for me…fucking come for me, El.” And she did, all of his kisses and caresses building the pressure within her until only his command would allow it to be released, shattering her completely, his own guttural roar echoing against the walls as she fluttered and tightened around him and he emptied himself inside of her.

Elain pressed a kiss to his jaw, both of them still in a daze, eyes heavy lidded as their panting eventually slowed. “Like the first time, every time.” She said, a blush painting her cheeks.

He tipped her chin up, kissing her softly, no matter what they did, always ending it with sweet tenderness. “I don’t need to be your first, I’d much rather be your last.”

“Last, best, my forever.” Elain nodded, glowing.

Reluctantly and slowly the pair showered and changed and finally made their way to the River House.

“Finally!” Feyre called. “We were ready to start without you!”

“I’m so sorry, we lost track of time!” Elain called, rushing to the dining room, trying to keep the blush from her cheeks as Azriel followed close behind. Elain slowed as she made her way in, Azriel guiding her the rest of the way into the room.

“Oh my-what is all of this? Its so beautiful, are we celebrating?” Elain asked, looking around the room that was filled with roses of every color, more than they could have clipped from their entire garden. “This must be every rose in Velaris, Az-“ Elain froze as she turned to find Azriel down on one knee.

From the corner of his eye, Azriel could see his family scattered around the room. Feyre and Nesta watching with tears in their eyes, both having given their permission in absence of their father.

Azriel pressed a kiss to Elain's knuckles, his hazel eyes gazing up to meet her tear filled amber pools. “Elain Archeron, I want nothing more than to love you until the end of forever. Will you marry me?”

“Oh Azriel…” Elain breathed, fighting tears as she nodded and tearfully exclaimed, “Yes!” throwing her arms around him and kissing him. Azriel returned the kiss, his heart pounding as he stood and wrapped his arms around her tightly before they slowly parted, gazing into each others eyes.

“Did I get that right?” He whispered to her with a charming smile.

“Perfect.” She whispered through her happy tears as he slid the dainty diamond ring onto her finger, two smaller sapphires standing guard on either side of it.

Azriel pulled her close, pressing one more kiss to her lips before they were pulled back into the excitement and happiness of their family. She may be fae now, but Elain’s heart would always be human and Azriel swore to himself that he would give her all of the things she’d wished for as a human and more until the end of forever.

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