heat wave.
pairing: azriel x reader x cassian.
request: Hi I don’t know if your requests are open but if so would u write something with reader x cassian x Azriel maybe smutty little bit ( I feel like cass would have a size kink and Az a corruption one anyway🤷🏻♀️😂)
author's note: size kink cassian 🤝 corruption kink azriel. i swear i haven't forgotten about the bat boys, i'm just deep in the slytherin boys brain rot rn.
Summer swept through the city of starlight with a sweltering heat wave. The blistering sun left you feeling hot, damp, and sticky as sweat dripped down your back. The only relief to be found was in the sugary sweet cone of strawberry ice cream that Azriel had brought back for you from his trip to the market square. The shadowsinger kissed your temple before sauntering into the training pit to come face-to-face with Cassian.
The Illyrian warlord raised an amused brow. "So that's why you were late." Cassian mused, sending you a conspiratorial wink from your place underneath the shade. "You spoil her, Az."
"You're just jealous he didn't buy you a cone too, Cassie."
Cassian grinned. "You're the only sweet treat worth indulging in, and I'll have my taste of you soon enough, pretty girl." The suggestive words made your body buzz with excitement. "Right after I kick Azriel's ass for making me wait."
The shadowsinger chuckled before disappearing in a dark blur. He reemerged seconds later with twin blades in his hands and a mischievous grin. "Show me what you've got, Cassie."
You leaned back in your lounge chair, enjoying the cool relief of the sweet treat. It would've been cooler inside the house, but nothing, not even the thick muggy air could stop you from watching the two males spar.
By nature, Azriel and Cassian were competitive males.
The Illyrian warriors were opposite sides of the same coin—Cassian with his boldness and passion and heat; Azriel with his mystery and brooding and seduction. You always thought of them as fire and ice. The best of both worlds.
While the competition between them was fierce — whether in fighting or drinking or fucking, you found that Azriel and Cassian worked best in tandem.
More specifically, when they worked you in tandem.
At first, you were skeptical about the dynamic, but the more the three of you explored, the more comfortable you became with one another. It didn’t hurt that you had Cassian and Azriel completely wrapped around your finger. They would do anything for their sweet, innocent little priestess. Though the thoughts running through your mind as you watched them train were far from virtuous. If anything, they were downright sinful.
Underneath the sweltering summer sun, Cassian and Azriel moved swiftly, shedding their leathers to reveal planes of smooth, hard muscles that flexed with each movement as they darted across the red sand. Mirroring the treat in your hand, you were reduced to a sticky pool of desire as you shamelessly ogled your two favorite males.
Azriel glanced at you, a knowing smile gracing his handsome face. “Better lick it up fast, angel. You wouldn’t want to make a mess.”
Strawberry ice cream dripped all over your fingers and while you did your best to lap up the melted liquid, the heat was working against you. Besides, you were too distracted by their glistening bodies, golden brown and sweat slicked and all too tempting. You licked your lips, indulging in the lingering sweetness of strawberries and cream and wishing it was the taste of a set of deliciously sinful abs instead.
“I think she’d rather lick something else up, Az.”
You flushed, suddenly feeling hot all over despite your refuge in the shade. Cassian was a shameless flirt, but it was all in good fun. Teasing was his favorite part of this little game of yours, but in the end he always gave in. At your core, the two of you were absolute hedonists. Both too impatient to deny each other gratification.
Azriel, on the other hand, wasn’t as self indulgent. The shadowsinger could hold out for hours. Make both you and Cassian really beg for it. This time, you decided to get ahead of the game.
You shot a sly glance at Cassian while the shadowsinger had his back turned, urging him to play along. The Illyrian warlord grinned like a devil and discretely nodded before pivoting so that Azriel was facing you.
With a saccharine smile, you licked long, deliberate stripes along the cone while holding the shadowsinger’s heated gaze. “I was wondering,” you pondered as you wrapped your lips around the scoop rather suggestively. “If it feels as good for males as it does for females.”
Azriel cocked his head, intrigued. shadows twisted through his dark wings. “If what feels as good, angel?”
“Pleasuring someone with your mouth.” The shadowsinger stilled. Behind him, Cassian’s mouth dropped open. “I’ve never done it before, but I’d like to try. Maybe you could teach me, Az.”
Azriel’s jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply. Hook, line, and sinker. “Then you and Cas could both confirm my theory.”
Moments later, you found yourself crammed into the shower between Cassian and Azriel. The Illyrian warlord spread out on the built in marble bench, water dripping down his shoulders as his unbound hair formed a dark curtain around his face. He looked like the god of war, all lean muscle and rugged beauty.
Warm, honey eyes tracked your movements as you discarded your dress and stepped underneath the steady stream of water. The shadowsinger's gaze hungrily raked over your naked body as he tucked his wings in close.
"Get on your knees for me, angel."
You followed azriel’s instructions and knelt in front of Cassian. When you looked up, you found nothing but dark pools of lust staring back at you. Cassian suppressed a shiver at the sight of you on your knees, watching and waiting. Hanging onto every word.
Azriel brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. “Open your mouth, baby. Go slow at first. Treat it like the ice cream. Lick from the shaft to the tip.”
You did as you were told and gave tentative little licks along the underside of his cock. Cassian was warm velvet in your mouth. “That’s it, angel. You’re doing so well.”
Cassian moaned in agreement while the shadowsinger gathered your hair into a ponytail. “Now, hold your breath and take him as far as you can.”
You obliged, slightly gagging as Cassian settled in the back of your throat. Azriel knelt behind you, pressing encouraging kisses behind your ear. Sharp teeth grazed the column of your throat and you moaned, which elicited a hum of pleasure from the male above you. Peering through your lashes, you waited for Azriel’s instructions. he smirked, knowing he was in full control.
“Bob your head up and down. Make it messy, my love.” Cassian groaned as you picked up the pace, his dark lashes kissing the tops of his cheekbones while the back of his head rested against the marble tile. He gripped the edges of the bench so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
Azriel chuckled darkly. He caressed your cheek, stroking over where Cassian was slotted in your mouth. “Our perfect little whore. So good at following instructions when you want to, yeah?”
You groaned as Azriel pushed your head down. Cassian hit the back of your throat, making you gag on his cock. His head fell back, mouth opening to release a filthy moan.
“That’s my good girl. Do you see what you’re doing to poor little Cassie? You’re unraveling him, angel. I bet he’s close to coming. Aren’t you, Cas?”
Cassian shuddered, his wings flexing behind him in confirmation. “Gods, don’t stop. Your mouth is perfect. Feels too fucking good.”
"Use both hands, love." Azriel instructed as he helped you get a firm grip on cassian. Water trickled through his perfectly sculpted abs, clenching as his release came closer and closer.
"Fuck, Y/N," Cassian growled. His hazel eyes burned as he watched you take all of him. Rough, calloused fingers caressed the hollow of your throat. He could feel you gag around him as he fucked your pretty mouth. You were so tiny and delicate, but absolutely fucking filthy too. Cassian was obsessed. "You're so pretty when you suck my cock."
You hummed in response, making the winged male buck against you. He gripped the back of your head and thrusted in and out as you moaned your approval. "Oh gods, Y/N. I'm so fucking close."
The shadowsinger grazed your earlobe with his teeth. "Swallow, baby. Every single drop. Do you understand?"
You nodded as Cassian shot hot ribbons into your mouth. The Illyrian warrior shuddered as you milked him dry, savoring the salt and musk of him hitting the back of your throat. He pulled you under the running water, droplets catching in your lashes as Cassian pressed you against the cold tile.
A mischevious grin curled against his lips as he caged you in. You startled at the way he completely enveloped you, the cover of his wings blocking out the light as his lips met yours. Cassian loved towering over you like this, his large hands roaming your body as he gripped your hips and lifted you up with ease.
You groaned as he wrapped your legs around his waist, his gruff movements making you feel as light as a rag doll as he kissed you fervently. He tasted like cinnamon and whiskey, an intoxicating combination that you chased with your tongue as you pulled at his hair. Cassian returned the favor by biting down on your bottom lip, chuckling darkly as your stiffened peaks pressed against the hard planes of his chest.
"Feisty little doll, aren't you?" He growled against your ear. Cassian hiked you up, letting you feel the effect of the kiss poking against your inner thigh. "I could take you right here and then without even breaking a sweat, sweetheart. You're such a tiny little thing, but you take cock so well, don't you?"
You responded with a whimper. Cassian bit into your neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "Cas, please."
The desperation in your voice was enough to make Cassian's cock twitch against your leg. You knew that with the right combination of pleading eyes and trembling lips, Cassian would be putty in your hands. You rolled your hips against him and he moaned against your neck. When his gaze met yours, his pupils were nothing but dark depths of desire.
"I need you, Cassian."
"Cauldron fucking boil me," he muttered. "Have me then, pretty girl."
You smirked, satisfied with your little victory until Azriel hovered behind Cassian's wings.
"Now who's spoiling her, Cas?" He nudged his brother aside and pulled you back down. Cassian smiled sheepishly, knowing full well that he would've fully given into you if the shadowsinger hadn't stepped in.
Azriel's smile was a cruel slant. "You're a devious little minx," he said. "You may be the perfect picture of innocence, but you're nothing but a filthy little slut, aren't you? It's too bad that I know all your tricks, angel. Seeing as how I’m the one who taught them to you."
You grinned. "It just means you're a great teacher, Az." The shadowsinger raised a brow as you snaked your arms around his neck. "You should be proud."
Azriel chuckled darkly before peeling you off of him. A dark curl clung to his cheek, covering the mischievous glint in his golden eyes. "I'll be proud after I make you squirt in my mouth two or three times." He nodded back to the marble bench. "Now be a good girl and lie down. You’re about to reap the consequences of your actions. I don't take kindly to being teased, my love."
The shadowsinger briefly glanced at Cassian. "You too, Cas. Hold her hips down. I don't want her squirming away before she's learned her lesson."
Cassian winked before settling onto the marble bench. Azriel instructed you to lie back against his brother's chest before kneeling between your legs. You swallowed thickly as the shadowsinger spread your thighs apart.
Azriel smirked as he secured your ankles around his neck. "You're dripping, angel." His seductive laugh skittered up your spine. "You like being a tease, don't you? Do you enjoy bringing Cassian and I to our knees?"
"Only because I love the view," you said with a smile. "But not as much as I love the both of you."
Cassian chuckled and wrapped you up in his arms. "We love you too, sweetheart, but Az is going to make you pay like he promised. Can't save you from him now, baby doll."
The shadowsinger kissed the inside of your knee and smiled. His warm breath fanned against your overheated core as he licked a teasing strip along your folds. You instantly arched into him, your body begging for more. Azriel signaled to Cassian, who shook his head and held your hips down.
"Don't let her up, Cassian." Azriel said. "Not until she begs."
Cassian only nodded and kept you firmly pressed against him as Azriel went to work. His tongue explored every inch of you, licking and sucking as though you were the strawberry cone from earlier. You nearly cried when he teased two fingers in, his mouth working in tandem to push you over the edge. The sensations were overwhelming and the combination of his mouth and fingers was enough to make you want to weep.
As always, Azriel set a punishing pace. It was like he was gauging how far he could push you until you completely lost your grip on reality. Your first orgasm felt like an explosion. Stars flooded your vision as though you were witnessing the demise of a dying star. A supernova.
The second time Azriel made you cum, you thought you were going to pass out from the intensity of the pleasure. When the third rolled around, you couldn't even remember your name.
"Az please," you cried. "I can't take any more."
Azriel glanced up at you, a damp curl clinging to his cheek as his mouth glistened with your arousal. He looked like a lion after devouring a fresh kill. Dark, lethal, and utterly dangerous. And you fucking loved him for it.
"You've got one more in you, darling. Doesn't she, Cas?"
Cassian smirked, his rough hands biting into your hips. "Maybe she needs a little motivation."
"Oh?" The smirk on Azriel's lips spelled nothing but trouble. He licked his lips, gathering the juices with his tongue. "Come and taste her on me, then. That should inspire her to ride another one out."
You swallowed thickly as Cassian kissed Azriel hungrily. The shadowsinger's scarred fingers snaked through Cassian's hair possessively, claiming him with his tongue and his touch. You groaned, whining until Azriel shot you a glare. He wasn't going to let you join in on the fun.
Cassian pulled away, looking dazed and disoriented. "You taste like heaven, doll." He kissed your cheek and chuckled as you tried to turn and catch his lips instead. "Be good and give Azriel one more, sweetheart. Then you can get all the kisses you want."
You pouted, but did as you were told. Azriel disappeared between your thighs again. Despite how overstimulated you felt, release found you in record time. Before you knew it, you were writhing against Azriel's mouth and coming for the fourth time.
It felt like both heaven and hell. Heaven because the pleasure was unlike any other. Hell because receiving that many orgasms back to back had you utterly spent even though you would've begged for more if you had the energy to speak.
"What did you learn today, angel?"
"Don't interrupt training." Azriel nodded in satisfaction. "And—"
The shadowsinger raised a brow. "There's an and?"
"And you eat pussy like a god," you stated matter-of-factly.
That earned you an amused smile. "Hear that, Cas? I think I might get a plaque made to put in my office."
Cassian only rolled his eyes. "She's only saying that because I haven't worked my magic yet." He brushed through your hair and kissed your temple. "I'll prove myself soon enough, but for now, you should get some rest pretty girl."
You nodded in agreement. "Cuddles?"
"Cuddles," Cassian confirmed.
After you cleaned up and dried off, you settled into bed. Sometimes the three of you slept in Cassian's room. Other times at Azriel's. But since your bed was the biggest, the three of you tended to prefer sleeping in your room most nights.
Your eyes felt heavy as Azriel snuggled behind you, smiling gently as Cassian tucked you underneath the blankets. You threw your leg over his, giggling as he complained about your cold feet.
"Shut up, you love it."
With the moonlight glistening against Cassian and Azriel's shirtless torsos as they snuggled up on either side, you couldn't help but feel like the luckiest female in the realm. The shadowsinger leaned over to kiss both of you good night.
“The next time you two conspire against me like that, I won’t be as nice. Do you understand?”
You and Cassian nodded, but the moment that Azriel looked away, you smirked at each other.
There would definitely be a next time.
You two never learned.
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Subtle
Azriel x Reader, Nesta x Reader, Nessian
Summary: Reader and Nesta have a crush on each other but aren’t sure if they should make a move.
A/N: WHY DO I KEEP MAKING CASSIAN SUCH A SUB??
I’m getting so hyped for poly!+ ACOTAR week!! I have so many drafts on the go rn
Wordcount: 1.2K
Warnings: Mostly fluff; Slightly sexual themes; Mention of cuck!Cassian (he’s so hot for that); Poly! relationship
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Sharing their bed was nothing new to Cassian and Nesta, often inviting both males and females to join them.
Cassian didn’t often get jealous, in fact - he quite enjoyed when Nesta would seek out other males. The only rule was that he wanted to watch.
Cassian was willing to give Nesta her privacy when it came to females. He understood that it was a different kind of intimacy. On occasion, Nesta would allow an audience. If Cassian was lucky, he’d be invited to join in.
The couple were getting ready to head out to Rita’s with the rest of the Inner Circle. There was nothing out of the ordinary about tonight, except for Nesta’s growing feelings for their friend, Y/N.
Nesta pauses in front of the mirror, trying to calm her racing mind. Her hair was styled in her signature coronet, and her sleek black dress perfectly hugged her figure.
Cassian walks up behind Nesta, admiring his mate as he slides his arms around her waist and kisses her tenderly on the cheek.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.
“I’m nervous about tonight. About seeing Y/N,” She admits.
Cassian gives Nesta a small, reassuring smile, moving his hands to rest on her hips. “I wondered when this was going to come up. I noticed your affection towards her has grown. I just want you to be happy, my love.”
Nesta turns in Cassian’s arms to face him. “I know,” She says. “But I can’t tell if she feels the same. And I have no idea if Az will be okay with it.”
Cassian ponders her statement. “Do you want me to try broaching the topic with him?” He asks.
“I know it’s not your strong suit, but please try and be subtle. I don’t want to ruin things between us.”
“Sweetheart, subtle is my middle name,” Cassian grins widely.
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At Rita’s, Cassian, Azriel and Rhys are sat at their signature booth with glasses of whiskey in hand. The females are off dancing together; Mor with Feyre, and Nesta with Y/N.
Y/N throws her head back at something Nesta says, her melodic laughter barely heard over the music. The pair hold hands and spin around together, completely ignorant of the people around them.
Cassian watches his mate and her friend with a small smile. He would give anything to make Nesta happy. He takes a big sip of his drink before inclining his head towards Azriel. “Has Y/N ever expressed interest in females before?”
Rhys eyes his brothers, opting to stay quiet and see where this conversation is going. Azriel smirks and arches a brow. “Huh, why do you want to know that?” He asks.
Cassian shrugs, failing at his attempt to seem casual. “I was just wondering,” He says cooly.
“That’s a funny thing to wonder about my mate,” Azriel goads, “I’d ask the same about yours, but we both know the answer to that question.”
Rhys coughs, raising his hand to his mouth to keep his drink from spraying across the table.
Cassian sighs, “You know you’re a prick, right?”
“You can tell Nesta to make her move,” Azriel says with a wink.
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Y/N extends a hand, bowing to Nesta as a slow ballad starts to play throughout the hall. “Will you join me for this dance, milady?” She asks, each word laced with giggles now that the faewine has taken effect.
Nesta takes her hand, bowing in return. “I would be delighted,” she replies.
They both smile as they hold each other in a close embrace, swaying to the music. At this proximity, Y/N can’t avoid looking into Nesta’s eyes, and she risks a glance down to her lips.
Only for a second, but long enough that Nesta caught it.
Nesta’s lips curl upwards slightly and she tilts her head closer to Y/N’s.
“You don’t have to be shy with me,” Nesta murmurs as her gaze drops to Y/N’s mouth. Rather than quickly averting her eyes, Nesta lingers, taking in the soft curves - wondering how they’ll feel, what they’ll taste like.
Y/N’s heart pounds and the music fades into a dull roar as she stands still in her embrace with Nesta. The moment she’d thought about since the two first met was finally reality.
Their bodies fit together even better than Y/N had dreamed. They move in time, close enough to feel the others’ breath on their face.
Just a little bit more, that’s all it would take to close that gap, and maybe ruin their friendship.
Y/N doesn’t have to decide as Nesta chooses for her. She surges forward, pressing her soft lips to Y/N’s in a sweet kiss.
It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make Y/N’s blood heat.
They part, breathing unevenly, Y/N bites her lower lip as she looks up into Nesta’s steel-blue eyes. “Do it again,” Y/N pants.
Nesta gently holds Y/N’s cheek as their lips meet again. It’s tender and unhurried, but it’s clear that Nesta is the one in control. Her tongue slips between Y/N’s lips, exploring and claiming her mouth.
They part for air, resting forehead against forehead and continue to sway to the music. They both smile shyly, cheeks flushed pink, not noticing anyone but each other.
They dance for a few more songs together before heading back to their booth for a drink. Azriel wraps his arm around Y/N as she slips into the seat beside him.
Y/N blushes furiously as a rather pleased-looking Nesta takes the seat opposite her, next to Cassian.
Cassian uses the bond to speak to Nesta, ‘That wasn’t exactly subtle.’
Nesta replies with the mental image of her making a vulgar gesture.
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After calling it a night, Y/N heads home with Azriel, walking hand in hand along the Sidra.
They stop at the end of the Rainbow, admiring the display of colours. Azriel takes Y/N’s other hand and kisses her lovingly. “Did you have fun tonight, my love?” Azriel asks, his lips curled into a soft small.
Y/N grips his hands tighter as she blushes again, and looks down at their feet. She had been harbouring feelings for Nesta from the moment they met. Azriel picked up on them fairly quickly through the bond. Though Y/N did her best to hide them, she couldn’t cover up just how alive the female made her feel.
Azriel gently lifts her chin so their eyes meet. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear before running his thumb over her cheek. “No need to be shy, my love. You already had my blessing. I am happy for you.”
Y/N looks up at her mate with wide eyes, silver tears threatening to spill over the edge. “Are you sure?” She asks.
“Of course,” Azriel kisses her softly, “If Nesta brings you more happiness, how can I deny you that? And besides, this” —he points at her chest, over her heart— “has so much love in it. There’s not any less for me if you give some to Nesta as well.”
Y/N wraps her arms tightly around Azriel, inhaling the scent of him, feeling the firmness of his body in her arms. “I love you so much.” She murmurs into the crook of his neck.
“I love you too, Y/N,” Azriel says, kissing the top of her head.
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Bound by Fate - part 3
Summary - Kaylee's life has been filled with training. But as her mate is left with no choice but to distance himself, it allows another connection to form.
Warning - none really? At least I don't think so? There's fire at the end?
A/n- you know that one song from lion king? Reflections of Mufasa? All I can hear at a certain point in this part is that dramatic build and crescendo that starts around 3:55 mins into the song. Hopefully the writing shows that.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5
Kaylee was panting, her hands on her knees, and sweat dripping from every inch of skin. Despite the two-piece cropped tank top and leggings Cassian had her training in, she was still so hot.
He handed her water his own sweat making his muscled forearm glitter in the sunlight. "You're doing great, Kaylee. The perfect little partner for me to spar with right now." She looked at his beaming smile, a brow raised, before sticking out her tongue and making the male laugh. "We're done for today, but Rhys and Amren will be coming to work on magic with you." Kaylee looked at Cassian, her brows raised, waiting for the information she secretly knew was coming.
Cassian sighed before continuing. "Azriel is still holed up with Nesta and Elain at the House of Wind. He's the only one Elain will respond to. I'm sorry, Kaylee. I understand your frustration." She knew Cassian did just based on the distant look in his eyes.
It had been two weeks since they discovered Elain would only speak or allow Azriel near her. It drove the new feral part of Kaylee's mind and soul to madness when he'd come to bed, reeking of Elain's soft floral scent. He would comfort Kaylee however he could those first few days, but at the start of the second week, a switch had flipped. Az stopped sleeping with Kaylee. He stopped eating lunch with her at the Riverhouse. He stopped sending his shadows to spend time with her.
Kaylee had never been a jealous person before this. She had never once questioned her self worth or value, but this had her wondering why her mate wouldn't spend time with her, why he actively avoided her, when she stopped being enough for him.
A hand on her shoulder ripped her from the void she was allowing herself to fall into. "Stop doing that to yourself," a soft voice said. "He misses you too. She just-" Rhysand paused to turn Kaylee to look at him. "Elain only eats when Azriel is there, and therefore Nesta will eat. I know it hurts, little bee. I am sorry." Cassian muttered an inaudible phrase before kissing Kaylee's forehead and moving inside. "Take a bath and a nap, Cass. It's an order." Cassian lifted a single finger over his shoulder as he moved inside.
Rhysand crossed his arms over the black t-shirt he was wearing. He was dressed casually today, indicating to Kaylee they were heading into the forest. "Once she is stable, Kaylee. He will be comfortable coming home." He offered her his arm. "Amren is already in the clearing we will be using." She took his arm, closing her eyes tightly as he winnowed her away.
They had left Kaylee in the center of the clearing meditating. She was acutely aware of every sound around her. From the rushing water in the creek, to every soft scurry of small rodents around her, Kaylee heard it all.
Even with her eyes closed, she felt as though she was seeing clearly. She was watching the forest move past her slowly from higher than she had ever stood. Strong legs carried what felt like her body. A stable mind moved her without thinking about it's path. She watched as hooved feet moved into a crystal blue lake, enjoying the feeling of the cool water on warm legs.
Two heart beats became one as Kaylee tapped further into that feeling. She focused solely on that rhythm beating into her own chest until it overtook every sense she had left.
And then, to Rhysand and Amren's shock and horror, Kaylee disappeared.
Rhysand ran the clearing, searching in the air for any signs of her, before landing and looked at Amren. "Did she just shatter the shield we had in place?"
Amren smirked, her voice light and airy. "She did. I told you she would. You didn't listen. Idiot."
Rhys immediately called for Cassian and Azriel, cursing himself loudly as Amren smirked and began to walk along the forest line, watching for any indication of the young sister.
While Rhys was too lost in panic causing him to only look for obvious signs, Amren had predicted this day's ago when Kaylee's power first tried to tap into her own being, and then Rhysand's beast form, only to have both of them turn her away. And this was confirmation to one clear thing to Amren, their beasts only turned them away because sweet Kaylee was not strong enough, yet.
Her silver eyes locked on several butterflies and bees, dancing together, twirling together, and flying into the same direction deep into the trees.
Azriel appeared first, his face exhausted from lack of sleep. "What happened?"
Cassian landed at the same with a loud thud, a brow raised at Rhysand. "It happened, didn't it?"
The High Lord nodded slowly before turning to Azriel to explain. "Amren and I have been working with Kaylee to distract her. She started almost tapping into the essence of an animal in the forest after she unknowingly attempted to tap into my beast form."
Rhysand held his hand to Azriel as the shadowsinger immediately began to try to speak. The sun had begun to set, and finding Kaylee was going to be impossible in the dark. "It was almost as if her powers made it so she and this animal could become one being, one mind, one body, one soul."
Rhysand paused. "Yesterday things came to a head. She almost tapped into it fully, but she could not sync something. She became frustrated and we could not figure out why, and she could not express why. Armen suggested quiet meditation today instead of us guiding her, and we learned today what it was. She needed to sync their hearts. As soon as she did, she disappeared. I could not tell what she was linking with before it happened, though."
Azriel felt anger setting in slowly and his shadows immediately left him to search for his mate. "So my mate with powers we do not understand is somewhere in the forest with Gods knows what? Why did no one tell me this was starting? I should have been here! I should have been with her! If you had not ordered me to take care of Elain, I could have been here."
Rhysand wanted to answer but he was interrupted as Amren whistled and pointed up and then to the ground. "The creatures are all heading the same direction." The ancient being began to slowly follow their path. "Are you idiots coming or are you just going to stand there with each other's dicks in your hands?"
They trekked for what Azriel's heart felt like was hours. Every snap of a twig, rustle of leaves, and song of a bird had him on edge.
His Kaylee, his sweet defenseless Kaylee, was somewhere in this forest, a forest he, Cassian, and Rhysand rarely even entered because of the dangers that lay in it. Not even the trees themselves in this forest could be trusted. They almost moved with minds of their own at times, trapping fae within the hallowed ground that these woods have become. It was filled with wildlife that had a taste for blood, lower fae that enjoyed harming others, and countless predators. This was not a safe place for his mate who had hardly begun to use her magic and hardly knew how to fight. Azriel had already made up his mind. If anything happened to Kaylee while she was alone out here, he'd kill Rhysand, and based off the look his brother had just shot him, the High Lord knew that.
Amren was far ahead of them. Watching closely as each bird flew further and further into the heavy bush. She had no choice but to believe they would lead her to the High Lady's youngest sister. After another few miles, she finally paused, stopping them on the edge of another clearing that surrounded a quiet lake.
They were all surrounded by countless animals who seemed to be watching with anxiety and anticipation. Rhysand moved to step closer for the ancient being to turn and growl slightly. "Not a single step closer, boy," her voice was hushed and tight.
There centered in the lake, her long blonde hair completely loose from the tie she previously had it in and blowing gently in the breeze was Kaylee.
She was waist deep into the blue waters, the sunshine was kissing every inch of her skin in golden light. It was as if she was radiating, as if she was almost glittering in her power. It was intoxicating for all of them. Seeing her like this had a small smirk forming on Cassian's face, it had Rhysand's breath hitched in his throat as worry and pride set in, it had Amren feeling her own soul almost buzzing, and something primal and deep in Azriel began to stir, something he hadn't even realized was there until now.
The sight was beautiful, but it was what stood before Kaylee that had Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys on edge. A great creature stood in front of her. It's head lifted in pride and dignity as it looked down at her form.
It towered before her on long sturdy legs lean with muscle, its dark red coat shone with health. It was at least triple her size and could easily harm her if it had wanted to. she barely reached its cream underbelly. The beast released a loud call, making the other animals all seem to flutter with joy. Itss antlers were twisted and numerous. Had they been in Autumn, this would have been a prized buck hunted for sport and hung above a mantle. Here, in its domain, though, it was clear this beast was the King of this forest, and on his head did not sit horns, but a crown.
It commanded respect, and clearly was testing Kaylee to see if she would offer it. Kaylee's right hand slowly raised, and she held it in the air, waiting for the red stag to welcome her touch, allowing it to make a choice. She would not force the being to her, but instead let it decide.
Not a single word came from the fae or animals as the King studied her, evaluating if Kaylee was indeed worthy for him in all of her glowing power. Azriel almost laughed as Amren's hand gripped Rhysand's wrist almost anxiously until Cassian's hand found his, gripping it tightly as well in support and worry.
In minutes that felt like hours, the great antlered animal began to move its head lower to Kaylee, and his decision was made as he put his long nose to Kaylee's palm.
Unknowingly to the four of them, the beast sent Kaylee a single message in the bond that was beginning to form between them. You are enough, little one.
Light came between the two as her skin made contact with his fur. It was white and almost blinding screaming of innocence, of untapped potential. It was warm, welcoming, but fierce in its own right.
"Beast tamer," Amren finally said slowly. "Kaylee is the Cauldron and Mother's beast tamer."
The two beings began to nuzzle each other closer, and Kaylee's forehead came to rest on the King's.
Azriel would have given the world to frame this moment. His mate shining as her powers were finally acknowledged and known. The happiness radiating from her soul. The tranquility between her and this monstrous animal was almost deafening.
His Kaylee, his honeybee, blessed with the powers long lost to the Cauldron.
And in turn, his Kaylee, his mate, cursed by the Mother with powers so ancient they had not been seen since the Gods of old roamed the lands.
Kaylee felt warm wet tears streaming down her face as the stag released another loud call, causing the other animals around them to begin to cry and call in celebration.
It is time to step into your power and responsibility. A deep voice rang into her soul. I am glad to be your first companion on this journey, Kaylee. Now go to your mate. He is terrified.
Kaylee turned around, seeing Amren and Rhysand smirking behind her. Cassian was wearing a beaming smile as he smacked a hand to a stunned Azriel's shoulder. The Little beings of the forest moved, creating a pathway. "Az, I made a new friend."
Azriel moved forward. Stepping into the water and getting close to her. "I can see that, my heart." He moved closer again slowly. "Am I allowed to come get you?"
The king, in response, pushed gently on Kaylee's back, throwing her into Azriel's arms. I will be in the clearing you normally train in tomorrow. He moved with another call, causing the animals to return to their normal lives.
Azriel held Kaylee tightly as they flew back home. Amren had opted to fly with Rhysand ahead of them, looking back at the two of them and Cassian.
Once they landed at the Riverhouse, Azriel did not give Rhysand and Amren a chance to ambush his mate and carried her up the stairs to her room.
He slept in her bed that night, his arms locked tight around her, wings cocooning them in. He fell into a deep sleep, accompanied by dreams of them living in a cabin near that clearing with three small children and countless animals.
Meanwhile, Kaylee's dream was filled with darkness, the only light source coming from the lit torch she was holding. Her footsteps were the only thing she could hear aside from deep, heavy breaths and her own humming.
A huge creature with scaled skin was suddenly looking at Kaylee with one of its black eyes. It roared loudly, teeth bared to her before turning its large head and neck up. Fire erupted along the ceiling, allowing Kaylee to finally see its gargantuan body, rows of jagged sharp teeth, and massive wings. Kaylee woke up screaming in terror for Azriel. Her heart raced as she sat in silence, hand clutched to her chest, breath coming out in uneven shakes.
Azriel was immediately up, comforting his mate as Rhys ran into the room, his eyes wide in disbelief and locked on Kaylee. The high lord and shadowsinger held eye contact. "Kaylee," Rhysand began slowly. "Did you feel a call before you ended up in that cave? Did it feel similar to the buck?" She nodded, trying to calm her racing heart. "Kaylee, look at me. I need you to make sure you do not sync with what you just saw until we have a better understanding of your powers and more control. Bond with it in your dreams, speak with it, but you do NOT sync with it. Am I understood?"
The young sister just nodded. Azriel looked between his brother and his mate before gently touching Kaylee's cheek and moving her head to face him. "Baby, what did you see?"
Kaylee's eyes met Azriel's, they were filled with fear and tears causing his heart to clench. "A dragon." Kaylee took another still deep breath. "I saw a dragon."
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Hello! I am a creeper who LOVES your work! I have had this idea for an Az fic, but as I am not a writer, I cannot do it justic!
So its an Azriel x Reader. They both have a thing for each other but obvi neither know about it, but the whole Inner circle know . So the inner circle are having fun and some shenanigans happen, and somebody asks the reader about the person that she likes. Reader gets flustered, Az gets ✨jealous✨ and says screw it and kisses the reader. Im talking the kind of kiss that makes you forget everything and your brain melt. Lots of fluff, some angst because they are silly and maybe some smut at the end? 😎😎😎
Youre incredible!
Happy New Year!
A/N - HOORAY! I am so sorry for writing this BEYOND late, I'm battling a sinus infection and was in no mood to write when I was hurting, but I finally finished it and I hope you like it!
Intertwined
Warnings - Fluff with a some smut towards the end, so 18+ for this one!
“Okay, now that we have the presents out of the way, I think we should move onto a hot topic,”
“And what would that be?”
“A certain person’s love life,”
You saw several pairs of eyes looking over at you as you were mid-sip with your glass of wine. It suddenly felt like you were the topic of conversation, much to your dismay as you slowly lowered your wine glass down and stared at the others that were gazing at you. As if you weren’t in on the joke. Perhaps you weren’t, and clutching your wine glass a bit too tightly you looked to your right to see Nesta grinning at you.
“Nesta…..what’s going on?” You asked her tentatively as she linked arms with you.
“Nothing at all,” She replied smoothly as she gave you her signature smirk, “We are just inquiring about your personal life since you never tell us, your friends and found family, anything about your love life,”
Of course, this was not how the night was going to go. It was the Annual Winter Solstice Party amongst the Inner Circle in Velaris, the second one you have been a part of since you were the newest member of the Inner Circle. Nesta became fast friends with you when she walked into your little bookstore, striking up a conversation with you about new books that caught her attention.
You showed her a few titles, and you two have been friends ever since.
After Nesta came her mate Cassian, the suave and yet kind Commander of the Illyrian Army. He was dragged in by his mate, amused at the sight of Nesta almost sprinting to the New Arrivals section and he hung back and started a conversation with you. You liked his attitude, the calm to Nesta’s storm, the sun to her moodiness, and he almost seemed like a lovable younger brother to you.
Not too long after that, you were surprised to see Nesta again, but she was not alone. She brought along both the High Lord and the High Lady of Night Court. It never occurred to you that she was sisters with High Lady Feyre, to which you were beyond entranced to meet her. Feyre was beyond kind, wishing to find art books and some other novels for her. High Lord Rhsyand was more curious about the historical novels you had, along with adventurous fiction pieces to help him pass the time.
You gave him a great recommendation, and your life was forever changed.
Rhysand hired you to help fill his personal library with books from the bookstore, paying you handsomely for your assistance and recommendations. You were shocked to see the mass sum he placed in your hands, to which you were able to not only get more books for the store but to get a bigger apartment for yourself since you were living in a cramped hole in the hall. After stocking his library with novels and volumes in every genre that he could ever want, Rhysand kept you in the Inner Circle. Being alone for some time and having to survive with no one to lean on, it felt surreal to have a new family.
A support system, and lifelong friends, it overwhelmed your heart tenfold.
Nesta brought you around the first Winter Solstice party with the Inner Circle, you were wearing a modest yet captivating dress. You were beyond nervous to meet the rest of her friends, but Nesta reassured you that you were going to mesh well with the group. So when you and Nesta walked in together and you saw the rest of the guests, you felt so small compared to the rest of the beings there.
Especially with Azriel, the Illyrian Spymaster.
He took your breath away from the moment you saw him perched by the fireplace. He cool demeanor contrasted with the roaring fire, the brooding stare he had on his face, and even the small licks of shadows that were hovering against his body and his wings that were tucked tight against his backside. Nesta spoke plenty about him and his duties for Night Court, Being the Spymaster of Rhysand and seeking out information from other courts. To anyone else, he would be intimidating and almost frightening to gaze at.
But not to you, you weren’t frightened at all.
Nesta introduced you two, walking you over to him and saying your name to him. He simply stared at you, you seeing the bright hazel eyes he had brightening from the cracking fire as he held out his hand for you to shake. You took it instantly, feeling the warmth of his hand and the scars that were etched along his skin as well.
“Pleasure to see you,” He said to you, his voice deep and soothing like a balm against a fresh wound. It felt it along your own skin, the tremor of his tone and how he was gazing at you with both intrigue and interest. You couldn’t help but smile, something inside of you told you not to be afraid of him. No matter that he could be a killer or someone who brings torture. That’s not what you felt in that moment shaking his hand, and you always relied on your intuition in the past.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” You said to him, and you saw him smile. It was the most beautiful smile you have ever seen from another being in your life.
Since then, you have been taken by him. The way he walked into a room and was cool and collected, how he would conduct himself in conversation and with the others in the Inner Circle. Although you never saw with your own eyes how he would conduct himself in meetings or during his missions, you knew he was someone not to be trifled with. But then again, anytime you two were in the same room, he showed none of those.
He was introverted at best, willing to watch from a distance as the rest of the group would joke and chit-chat. But he was also consistent in his opinions and banter with Rhysand and Cassian, showing the long relationship he has had with them. You admired it all the more, seeing the love they shared for one another, not to mention the kindness that was laced with his stubbornness and determination.
Something drew you to him, like a moth to a flame, wishing to discover him more and more as you two became friends over time. He never minded talking with you, wishing to know more about your knowledge of books and history and even coming to your shop every once in awhile to purchase something for himself. He looked over very book that intrigued him, taking his time with the purchase that he wanted to do. It showed that he was not going to waste his time in anything he did, he took precision and never jumped to chance.
Another trait that drew you in more with Azriel was his attention to detail. He could analyze a person for a certain amount of time and get more information about them than anyone else can do. It was a true gift, one you wish you had since his ability was more advanced. He knew the precise information to give to Rhysand, the right paints to gift Feyre for her birthday, even the exact number of soldiers to tell Cassian in one of their Illryain training sessions. It was his way in showing that he cared for the other person, listening to them and picking up and what they would say in passing.
He did that with you one time in the summer, hearing you talk with Mor about a broken window pane at the shop and some creaking floorboards that were on the verge of snapping. You were mostly venting to her, knowing that you were going to have to fix it yourself since you weren’t going to overpay someone to fix it. But the next morning, you heard Azriel knocking on your door with some tools in hand.
“You don’t have to fix it for me, Azriel. Honestly, I can—“
“It’s not trouble for me. Better for you to be safe than an injury happening,”
He fixed the floorboards and the window pane within a few hours, you paying him with a homemade lunch and you two perched on the front porch of the bookstore gossiping about Cassian and Nesta’s upcoming wedding. You hear him laugh from a comment you made, a whole-hearted laugh with his eyes crinkling and his teeth glistening in the sun, making you fall for him harder.
As the months passed, your friendship deepened and your crush on Azriel was still present, but it was placed on the back burner. It felt like a fever dream for you to be on the same platform as him, only seeing yourself as a bookkeeper and nothing more important than that. Azriel had power, he had a past of using that power on others to gain knowledge and intelligence. His cool demeanor and uneasy stature would make others flee and run away, but you felt closer to him than anyone else in the Inner Circle. Even with Nesta, who would tease you about how you two would be perfect together. But of course, you would push those possibilities and dreams away with a wave of your hand.
“I don’t think he would be interested in someone like me,”
“Like who?! Someone kind, intelligent, and beautiful from the inside out? I think he would, and he would be a fool to think otherwise,”
Leave it to Nesta to build you up when you feel low.
This led you to this night, a snowstorm roaring outside the Townhouse while you were all sitting together in one of the casual sitting rooms. With all eyes on you, you were still looking at the wine glass in hand as you were now the center of conversation.
“My love life is…..complicated to say the least,” you said aloud to the group, all of whom were simply smiling as you spoke again, “I am interested in someone, but nothing past that,”
“Oh, do tell!” Elaine said in glee as she was perched on a loveseat with her Mate, Lucien. Feyre and Rhsyand too seemed interested, wrapped in each other’s arms while Cassian was grinning widely from his perch in an armchair. You didn’t see Azriel, who was over on the other side of the room leaning against the wall, clutching his whiskey glass in a death grip as his hazel eyes were drilling into your own orbs.
“I doubt she wants to talk about it in a room filled with gossipers,” Cassian joked as Nesta glared at her mate.
“As if any of this will leave the Townhouse,” Feyre countered with him, though she gave you a knowing look, “You don’t need to tell us if you don’t want to. I know how secretive you are,”
“Yes, she does!” Nesta said with a smirk as she clinked her wine glass with yours, “I know you far too well, and you are in need of some love in your life. So tell us, what is he like?”
“Or she,” Rhysand hummed, though you rolled your eyes, “I’m only leaving it open, who are we to judge?”
“It is a male,” you corrected, seeing some smiles all around as you blushed. Once again, without you knowing it, Azriel was standing so still as he was drinking in this information of you being smitten by someone else. It was making his cool demeanor almost snap. You had no idea that he was fuming inside, the thought of another capturing your heart and making you feel loved and adored, the notion that another could take you away from him and leave him high and cry.
He was using all of his willpower to not stalk across the room to claim you as his, having months of practice in him pining over you and wishing you to be his.
He found you infectious to his soul, whether it was your laugh or your smile that made your freckles pop and your face light up in joy. He would find reasons to visit you at your little shop, just to talk to you for minutes at a time because it would fill up his soul with hope and love he missed out on for years. Azriel thought of you as beautiful in both image and in heart, a shining ray of light in his dark world. Yet he knew deep down he had to be careful, letting in people who were close to him would automatically link them to his dangerous life and his dangerous job. The last thing he would ever want is to bring potential danger to someone he loved.
It would kill him to bring you harm, the one person he would face danger for.
“All I will say is that this male is someone I feel will not wish to be with someone like me,” You said to the group with a shrug, Nesta rolling her eyes as Elaine looked at you almost in remorse.
“You speak so low of yourself! You are far too beautiful and intelligent for any male to pass on,” Feyre reasoned with you as she smiled sweetly at you, “That male is a fool to pass you by,”
“You are a catch,” Cassian agreed, then throwing up his hands in defense, “And I say that as a friend!”
“And I agree with my mate,” Nesta said to you, “I find males who cannot make up their minds on what they want to be fools,”
“Babe,” Cassian sighed as she gave him a knowing look.
“You are no longer a fool, sweetheart,” She said to him as she winked at him before looking back at you, “Your heart is far too sweet and far too kind for any male, no matter how they are, to simply cast by.”
Perhaps it was the one thing that Azriel needed to hear, the one phrase that made him throw out the rational side that he was trying to hold onto. The thought of some other male casting her side, or using her as a pawn in their game, it made his blood boil. The affection he felt for you over the year grew day after day, and it got to the point of it coming to a head at any moment. No matter the scenarios he played in his head in how he would ask you to dinner or to an outing in the park, nor the talks he confided in with Cassian in how he wished to talk to you about his affections for you. All of that was out of the window.
He had to act, and he did just that.
He moved before he could stop his feet, walking across the room with his eyes on you like you were a target for his mission. Everyone was floored by how fast he was moving, you were almost spooked by the way he walked swiftly and his shadows were attempting to catch up to him. He took your hand in his own, making you stand up from your spot on the loveseat and look at him with shock and worry.
“Azriel? What is—“ you were about to ask him. But he instantly silenced you, reaching up to frame your jaw in his hand as he kissed you.
Nothing else mattered, everything ceased to exist, and you felt your heart bursting.
His lips, soft and yet firm in how he was kissing you, ingested a fire in you as you were still frozen in your spot and in his embrace. The thoughts and daydreams of kissing Azriel were all out the window since this was real, breathing in his cologne and the scent that was etched on his skin and feeling his body temperature mingle with yours. The way he kissed you was both gentle and possessive, maybe he was claiming you as his and at the same time wishing to show his affection to you. Either way, you were filled with love with that simple kiss, filled to the point of almost overflowing, and then some.
Before he could pull away, thinking he made a huge mistake in kissing you in front of all of your closest friends in such a brave declaration, you kissed him back. He heard the others intake a short breath from the gesture, your fingers reaching up to touch the front of his shirt to feel his rapid heartbeat that was threatening to burst out of his body. His mind was on overdrive, not believing what was occurring. You kissed him, and the gentle kiss against his lips unleashed a new sensation deep within him that he never felt for another. Affection, protection, possession, and most importantly love.
He loved you. Cauldron he loved you.
It didn’t occur to either you or Azriel that the rest of the room was watching on bated breath, both in shock and in pure happiness as you two finally pulled away from one another and gazed at each other. The realization of what happened sunk in, but in the best way possible. There was a glow about the two of you, almost like a new shade of emotion over the pair of you like a blanket to shield you from the rest of the world. Azriel smiled, in which you grinned in return as he laced your fingers together and gulped.
“Come with me,” he said, you nodding without you realizing it. He then moved, having you follow him like a puppy as he led the two of you out towards the hallway. Yet he looked over his shoulder at the rest of the group, all of whom were still looking in shock at what happened.
“Thank you for the party,” he said abruptly, and then you two walked into the darkness of the hallway before the faint sound of him winnowing was heard. You both were gone in a second.
Silence was heard in the room, everyone looking at each other. The only sound heard was the fireplace, but it only took a few solid seconds before Cassian gulped down the last of his whiskey and placed the glass on the mantelpiece.
“Fucking finally!” He said in a sigh of relief, the others grinning as Nesta shot up and glided over to her mate, “I swear to the Cauldron, It took too damn long for them to get together!”
“Aren’t they simply lovely together?” Elaine asked with a sweet grin to Lucien, who nodded at his mate in agreement, “They both deserve to be happy together!”
“It was getting them both to realize it that took too long,” Rhsyand snorted as Feyre slapped his arm, “What? It’s true! Cass and I had a running bet on how long it would take for them to get together. Which reminds me, you owe me some money, Cassian!”
“Damnit,” Cassian groaned with a rub of his eyes with his fingers as Nesta grinned in victory.
“Well I am glad they finally realize they are meant to be together,” Nesta said with her smile, “Those two are meant to be. I know they are.”
“To the lovebirds!” Rhsyand announced, raising his glass in the air as the others did as well, “And a life filled with happiness and love for the two souls who deserve it the most out of all of us!”
The group raised their glasses, knowing deep down, that your future together was bright and full.
“Here, for you,”
“Thank you,”
You sat up in the bed, your bare body covered by the bedsheets as Azriel fell back into bed with you with no care of covering himself up while he handed you a plate filled with some fruits and crackers. You were blushing like mad as he played kisses along your skin and shoulders, you giggled as he wrapped you in his arms.
“Are you going to let me eat?” You asked in a teasing tone, though he passed and stared lovingly at you. Just being there, bare and glowing in both bliss and happiness after spending a few hours in pure pleasure and euphoria, it was all life-changing for him. Even with his hair askew and a thin sheet of sweat on him, there was no sign of fatigue on him. He was far too happy, too energetic even, to have another moment without you. After a year of pinning over you and seeing you from an arms’ reach, he would never let you go from now on.
“Are you willing to share?” He teased back, you rolling your eyes as he fed him a few grapes. You loved seeing this side of Azriel, the playful and gentle side that you knew was buried deep down under his tough exterior. But Hours before when he winnowed you both to the House of Wind, pressing you against the wall and kissing you deeply, you were unraveling with no sign of resistance. If the kiss in front of the Inner Circle erased your mind, the kisses he gave you when you two alone erased your sanity. He was possessive with his arms around you, his kisses along your neck, and your pulse racing.
No longer were you two just friends, you both knew it.
He flipped your world upside down, it was no simple fuck. No, with Azriel, he was precise in how he brought you pleasure and made you moan his name like a prayer. From the way he undressed your and perched you on the edge of an ottoman at the foot of the bed, to the way he licked your folds with his wicked tongue and made you watch his lips and tongue get your beyond wet just for him. You were on fire, chanting his name and tugging at his locks as his hands were bracing your hips to keep you still, even with your thighs perched on his shoulders and shaking in pleasure and madness.
There was no daydream that you ever had that would compare to the real thing, even when you came in a shout and Azriel grinned against your now sensitive pussy before he ascended to stare at your blissed-out face. He kissed you softly, you trembling against his lips while your orgasm was slowly coming down, but you moaned once again as his fingers sunk into you. It made you realize he was simply warming up, and the night was just getting started.
That night was the best night of your life.
“How long have you liked me?” You asked as he placed the now empty plate away and had you snuggle in his arms, you half on top of him as his fingers were tracing your bare back and along your spine. He grinned at you, scanning your eyes and your messy hair.
“Since the moment Nesta introduced you to me,” He answered, you blushing like mad as he kissed the tip of your nose, “I knew then, even in that smile on yours, that there would be no one else for me in this life.”
“From a smile?” You asked.
“You can tell a lot from a person in how they smile,” Azriel explained, “Those who force a smile are not to be trusted. But those who have a real smile, a kind smile, are those who can depend on in hard times. Your smile entranced me, and I never wished to see another smile since it would never compare to yours,”
“Well, for me, it was when we shook hands,” You explained, reaching over to take his spare hand and lace your fingers together gently and look at the scars along his skin, “Your hands were warm, and you were gentle in shaking my hand. I knew then, because of the warmth I sensed in you and the goodness you had in you.”
Even bathed in the moonlight, bare with no abandon, Azriel’s smile he gave to you was beyond beautiful. Your love for him was shining bright no sign of darkness or blemish, it was making everything else in your life seem dull in comparison. He made you feel loved, not just with the physical pleasure he gave you but the emotional too. You knew he adored you, loved you beyond reason, and you were feeling just the same. He would walk through fire for you, experience pain so you wouldn’t, and there would be no hesitance when It came to bringing you love. All because you loved him for who he was and brought him pure joy.
And as he sat up with you in his lap, guiding his cock into you to make you cling onto him and moan in bliss, you both knew there was no going back as your lives were forever intertwined.
The End
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Cassian Masterlist
a/n: collections of my Cassian fics
NSFW Alphabet
Pretty (smut)
Doubt (angst)
Soft (fluff, slight smut)
Jealous (smut)
Mean (fluff, groveling)
Alone (angst)
Hot (fluff, suggestive)
Red (smut)
Hold on Tight (fluff, suggestive)
After (suggestive, fluff)
Payback (smut)
Make Me (smut)
Illyrian Baby (smut)
Understanding (fluff, Cassian/Azriel/reader)
My Turn (smut, Cassian/Azriel/Reader)
Please (smut)
Oh, Baby (fluff)
Blizzard (smut)
Be Nice (Cassian/Nesta/Reader)
Wait (smut)
Keep Quiet (smut)
Work (fluff, suggestive)
Blue and Red (Cassian/Azriel/Reader)
Scared (fluff, slight smut)
Louder (smut, Cassian/Eris/Reader)
Headboard (smut)
Full (smut, Cassian/Azriel/Reader)
Good Boy (Cassian/Azriel/Reader)
Innocent (smut)
Adoration (fluff)
Being in a relationship with Cassian would include…
All Mine (smut)
Cassian teasing you w/ a vibrator (smut, obvi)
Dance with Me (Cas/Az/Reader)
Sneaky (smut)
Shopping (smut-ish)
Relentless (drabble)
When I Say Sit… (smut)
Submissive Cassian HC’s
Sweet Tooth (smut)
Illyrian Babies (Cas/Az/Reader)
Lessons Pt. 2 (smut, fluff)
Together (angst, hurt/comfort)
Sleepless (fluff)
Cassian with a mate who hates mornings
Workout (smut drabble)
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Since I am bored and toying with my own imagination. Here is how I Imagine a Dorian and Lucien friendship would look like:
Recognizing one another's similiar traumas and being able to discuss them properly and respect one another's boundaries
Exchanging flirting advice
Exchange hair care advice
Fashion Icons. Would shop together or help pick outfits for each other and all of us would suffer from how hot they are
Sparring practices (This would be my version of Nesta gawking at Cassian and Az)
The playful shade these two could throw at one another with their quick remarks would be 10/10
These two debate for fun.
These two keep score of how many debates they've won against one another.
100% giving book recs to one another
1000% showing off their libraries to one another
Have little hopeless romantic sessions where they speak of their yearning
So many social events. So much partying together. Everyone loves them at these things. Makes many friends.
Gossips about the many friends they've made when it's just the two of them.
Dorian transforms himself into Eris just to annoy Lucien whenever they disagree about something.
These two 100% find themselves in a bit of trouble from having a bit too much fun but they are smart enough to get away with it each time.
Rants about their daddy issues
Rants about their problematic brothers
Lucien teaches Dorian how to catch a fish with his bare hands. This increases Dorian's desirability to ungodly levels which no one thought was possible cuz its Dorian Havilliard.
Lucien eventually gets to go see his mom and brings Dorian to meet her. She adores him. He adores her. Lucien gets a bit jealous and reminds Lady Autumn he is in fact her favorite son.
Dorian brings Lucien to meet Manon. Lucien is a bit intimidated and wonders how on earth his friend became so bewitched by someone who eats men but he really wants to pet Abraxos so he tries his best to befriend them
Finds Manon to be rather intriguing company. Debates whether he should suggest she meets Nesta.
Lucien succeeds in petting Abraxos - is very happy about it.
Dorian makes Lucien blush when he casually comments on how attractive he thinks Lucien is. Lucien appreciates the remarks but is flustered. (Seriously, Dorian's bisexual energy would vibrate at such high frequencies around Lucien - I just know it)
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Some bedroom activities of Azzy 🙈
bedroom activities you are saying, anon? here we go
Azriel Bedroom Headcanons
soft and passionate love making (and I know you all want this man to be kinky and all sorts of things and we will get to that later but for now we start soft)
this man is gentle, leaving soft touches all over your body, pampering your skin with kisses, placing them all over your beautiful body
licking over your skin – he just loves the taste of you, your soft skin
the shadowsinger worships you for hours until the actual act of love making starts and speaking of licking,
he devours you, letting his tongue dive into you, savouring every little drop of your arousal, your release
Azriel loves it when your legs are thrown over his shoulder and he feasts on you like starved male, thighs squeezing his head, drowning out all the noises
also this male loves missionary
having you pinned underneath him, his large body covering you, wings flared, his always takes you gentle at first, getting rougher with every round, until he is pounding into you senselessly, moving you up on the mattress, shielding your head with a pillow to stop you from hitting the headboard
he often holds onto the headboard while he is trusting into you
and yes, what they say about wingspan is true
man is big, and stretches you out so blissfully good
and talking about wings
wingplay!!!!!
man loves it when you touch his wings, play with them a little, fingers softly touching and teasing the leathery skin, taunting him
also he loves a little choking, never too much but just enough to have your eyes glaze
his scarred fingers will curl around your neck, adding just a slight bit of pressure, making you gasp and moan
hearing you moan? his favourite melody in the whole entire world
but moving on to activities – he loves having control but that does not mean you can't be on top
you riding him? a close to divine experience for our beloved bat boy
seeing your boobies bounce while he ruts into you nearly makes him go dumb, well it makes him dumb
also turning you around and doing a little reverse thingy? uhm, yes please, the male things
oh and making you hold onto the headboard or even better pressing your head into the pillow when he is taking you from behind, that is then truly a divine experience
another one of these experience is you sucking him off
boy, he really needs every restraint in himself to not already come at the sight of you on your knees
oh and speaking of restraints, didn't we say a little more kinky later on?
restraints: Azriel loves only a few things more than tying you to the bed, either with ropes, chains, or his shadows
and speaking of shadows, the perfectly serve as a blindfold sometimes, and other times he will just use an actual blindfold
spitting: I firmly believe this male likes to spit into your mouth when he is pounding into you
spanking: when is feisty little mate misbehave, she has to take some punishment for it and Azriel is more than delighted to deliver it (sometimes maybe he uses a little whip on you, if you have been extra bad)
edging: letting you come immediately or quickly? no way, you can suffer a little and he obviously wants to control when you come, so no coming without him allowing you to do so
angry/jealous sex: yes, because this male gets jealous quickly when you then tease him, he will be angry and you get the punishment for it, by fucking you senselessly and mercilessly throughout the whole night
and although Az is calm male normally, when you two entangled in the sheets he will talk and growl and groan
he will also praise you all throughout the night when you have been a good girl and you make love
he will use slight degradation (of course only if you consent) when you have been naughty
Azriel loves to come in you, on you, all over you, yeah, seeing his hot release drip down your thighs is perfection for him
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gorgeous
LOL this one is pure self-indulgence. you'll see.
Red hair glinted under the sun. Sweaty, golden skin shone, and taught muscles flexed with every movement. You sighed softly, the rapidly melting ice in your drink clinking on the sides of the glass and Feyre shifted beside you, adjusting the sleeping baby in her arms.
Elain sat on your other side, a matching lemonade in hand, Nesta at the other side of Feyre, all four of you - five, if you counted baby Nyx - squeezed onto the sheltered porch swing and rocking slowly with a push of Nesta’s foot. Watching.
Watching Lucien work, shirt off and tucked into the waistband of extremely low-riding jeans, and your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as he wiped a dirty hand over his sweaty abs, admiring the work he’d done so far.
“I told you he was gorgeous,” Feyre muttered, head tilting to the side a little, and a simultaneous intake of breath seemed to be taken between the four of you as he bent over, tight as straining against his jeans, to pick up another load of wood. When he straightened, hauling it over his shoulder and turning to you all, he fucking winked, knowing he was being objectified and loving it, before continuing with his work.
A collective sigh left you all.
You lifted your glass, drinking it down to the last dregs, and moaning weakly when that empty rattling sound came up the straw instead. “I need more lemonade. Anyone else?”
On queue, three more empty glasses were held up, their gazes never straying from Lucien, though, as he dumped the piles of wood across the beams, lining them up, and beginning to saw. You could hardly look away as you re-entered the open kitchen, almost stumbling over the threshold with all four glasses.
Cassian and Rhysand sat at the table, scowling into their whiskey tumblers, and as you entered, Azriel straightened from where he was leaning on the counter. You placed the glasses down, already turning your focus back to the man outside, until a sharp smack landed on your ass, before Azriel was pressing himself in behind you.
He left a kiss on your shoulder, one followed by a light bite near the strap of your sundress, and the heat of his body soothed the sting on your ass cheek. “You’re only supposed to check me out. I’m going to get jealous if you all keep eyeing up Lucien like that.”
You grinned, chuckling to yourself as you refilled all the glasses, before turning back to face him. “Going to get jealous? You guys are all in here pouting about it.”
“At this rate, Nyx is going to call me ‘sir’ and call Lucien ‘papa’,” Rhys grumbled, dropping his head theatrically to rest on his folded arms atop the table.
“You are so melodramatic.” You rolled your eyes at the High Lord, who only flipped you off. Turning back to Az, you lined up all four of the drinks on a tray, winking at him as you nudged him out of the way with your hip.
“Besides, if you were out there, sweaty and shirtless and building things, I’d be staring at you. Instead, you’re in here moping, that’s not my fault! We all just wanted to sit on the porch, who knew Lucien would choose this day to build Elain a new shed and look smokin’ hot while doing it?” Az growled a little, a glimmer in his eyes as you passed him by, and back out onto the deck.
The deck which Lucien had also built for Elain. Gods, how you wished you’d been there to watch that.
The floorboards behind you creaked again, under the heavier combat boots your mate always opted for, as he strode out past you into the sunlight. As he descended the few steps down from the porch onto the grass, he tugged his black tee up and over his head, throwing it vaguely in your direction with a smirk, and you cheered loudly.
Stumbling out behind him was Cassian tugging at his vest and dropping it by his feet, and Rhysand, who swaggered along and removed his own with merely a click of his fingers. Now, there were more hoots and hollers, as you squeezed yourself back into the swing and joined the girls cheering, distributing your drinks.
“Told you, if we all sat here and stared at Lucien long enough, we’d get the full set.” Nesta happily claimed her victory, and you could only hum, scanning your eyes along your mate’s back from his shoulders to the hem of his leathers.
Biting your lower lip as he began to haul more timber, you shot a pang of your arousal down the bond to him. He caught it, turning to you and smirking. Then, he fucking winked.
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Like They Want To Lick You
For @octobers-veryown. The prompt: Gwynriel, Modern AU, on their honeymoon. Azriel's walking around in a very distracting shirt and Gwyn can't help feeling a little possessive.
Gwynriel ✦ Rated: T ✦ 619 words ✦ on AO3
“God, can you please stop undoing your buttons?” Gwyn huffs, truly exasperated.
Azriel stops, looking over at her with a puzzled look on his face. “It’s hot out… we’re on the beach.” He kicks up a spray of sea-smoothed pebbles to emphasize the latter point.
He’s clueless, Gwyn thinks, and not for the first time.
The white linen button down Azriel’s wearing is slightly sheer in the bright sun, the dark patterns inked on his toffee skin peek through. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, the tattoos on his forearms displayed for all to see. Then there’s the fact that he’s undone nearly half of the buttons down the front, baring his sternum and the bluish-black designs traversing his chest.
It’s obscene. He is obscene.
And she is not the only one who thinks so. They’re days into their honeymoon in Ravello, a cinematically picturesque town on the Amalfi Coast, and Gwyn hasn’t been able to take Azriel anywhere without drawing the attention of appreciative eyes. This isn’t a new phenomenon, it happens back in Velaris when they go out but she rarely notices after all these years with him.
The first day of their trip, Gwyn rather enjoyed the feeling of knowing she had the thing that everyone else wanted. She didn’t mind showing him off now and again but it’s a constant thing now, and it’s grating on her.
“Gwyn,” he says her name softly, matching the volume of the gently lapping waves on their right. “What is it?”
He knows she’s upset, of course he does. Why is it that he can be emotionally obtuse to the point of infuriation and yet read her so well, so effortlessly? It’s never made any sense.
“People are staring,” she tells him, looking over his shoulder to the rows of beach loungers and the folks not so covertly watching them.
Azriel still looks confused.
“They are staring at you,” she clarifies, then adds “like they want to lick you” for good measure.
Those enigmatic hazel eyes blink once, twice, and then Azriel’s grinning, a wry laugh punching out of his lungs. “Like they want to lick me?”
She crosses her arms. “Yes.”
“Gwyneth,” Az begins in that voice that always prefaces trouble, “are you jealous?”
“I have every right to be,” she challenges, stepping forward and doing up all but the top two buttons of his shirt. “You’re mine. I don’t have to enjoy people looking at you like they wish you were theirs.”
She means every word, but Azriel’s grin is smug and indulgent as he draws her into him, arms wrapping around her back as he drops his head into the crook of her neck. He breathes deeply, like he wants to inhale her, and she feels some of the ever-present tension melt from his shoulders beneath her palms.
“I like this possessive streak,” he admits quietly, the words caressing her neck and making it tingle.
“Do you now?” Gwyn’s smiling into his shoulder, both at the words themselves and the fact that Azriel freely tells her such things. He didn’t always do that. “Should I call you ‘mine’ more often?”
A rumbling affirmative hum sends a shiver up her spine and Gwyn laughs. “Is that doing something for you?” She already knows it is—can feel the evidence of it against her hip.
Admittedly, it’s doing something for her as well.
“I think you should take me back to the hotel now and say that with fewer clothes on,” Azriel punctuates the request with a featherlight kiss to her pulse.
“Hmmm,” Gwyn presses away from him, looking up into his face and noting the flush on his cheeks. “I think that can be arranged.”
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Shadows and tears
So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!
Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?
Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma, smut towards the end (18+)
Masterlist
Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10
Chapter 9
Hope.
The next morning you woke up ready to face the new day. The smile never left your face as you showered, got dressed and braided your hair. Maybe this could work between you and Azriel. Once again you met Nesta in the dining room and after your breakfast you headed to the roof finding Cassian, Azriel, Emerie and Gwyn. You started stretching and waited for Cassian to train you while the girls were already moving into the ring.
It was Azriel who approached you.
“Ready?” He cocked his head.
“I thought Cassian was going to train me” you furrowed your brows.
“He told me you need some help with your shadows and your focus” he replied straightening his posture. The hurt of your reject flashing in his eyes.
“Okay” you muttered, guilt building in your chest.
He led you to the usual corner. You placed your feet like Cassian had shown you and stared at the training dummy. Azriel placed his hands on your hips to angle them correctly and you heard a gasp behind you two. Both of you snapped your heads to the direction of the gasp. Gwyn was on the ground holding her nose as blood flowed from it. Nesta was by her side muttering apologies and Cassian was standing in front of them, a harsh look on his face.
“You lost your focus” Cassian growled.
“I’m sorry” Gwyn said and glanced at your direction; her eyes stayed on Azriel who tensed.
“Okay let’s get back to work” Azriel told you dismissing the look Gwyn sent him.
You tried to focus again, but something wasn’t right. Why was Gwyn staring at you like that. You would shake the thought off, but Azriel tensing was proof that something is going on. The shadows whispering in your ear brought you back from your thoughts. You continued, trying not to blush at the shadowsinger’s praises. Training with Azriel was way more helpful than with Cassian. Not that the warlord didn’t know what he was doing but Azriel could understand the struggle to keep focusing when something cold was whispering in your ears. When training was over your brain felt like a mush and your body ached. Az had a proud yet worried look on his face as you limped to the bench to drink some water.
“You did really good today” he said taking a seat next to you.
“Yeah, and became best friends with the ground” you replied.
“I’m a little jealous of that, you’ve hugged the ground so many times that I now believe that you like it more than me.” He pouted. The shadowsinger pouted. AND he made a joke. You blinked and burst into laughter. He grinned and stared at you.
“Oh don’t let it go to your head I’m only laughing that much because it was unexpected” you shoved his shoulder and he chuckled.
“Nope you just think I’m way too funny” he replied and winked at you.
“You arrogant Illyrian” amusement filled his eyes
“You are an Illyrian too” he replied with a teasing smile.
“Maybe I’m arrogant too, we’ll see” you shrugged and got up, picking your stuff to go back to your room.
“Are you coming to Rita’s tonight?” he asked walking next to you. You remembered Nesta telling you that everyone was going during breakfast. You nodded.
“Great I’ll see you there” he offered you a smile and disappeared in his shadows.
The moment the hot water touched your aching body you moaned. All your muscles relaxed, and you wondered if you could just stay in the bathtub for the rest of the month. You knew Mor would burst in your room to get you ready, so this plan was hopeless. You enjoyed the moments of peace not realizing how long you stayed there. The water started getting cold and the door of your bathroom opened, like the house was telling you to get out, you glared at the wall and then chuckled feeling stupid for being mad at a house. With a sigh you grabbed the towel and wrapped it around your body. You entered your room hissing at the cold and cursing yourself for leaving the window open. Dinner appeared on the small coffee table and Mor burst in, Nesta hot on her heels with a bottle of wine. They slammed the door shut, filling your room with giggles as they jumped on your bed, hot plates of food appearing in their hands and three wine glasses next to your plate. You narrowed your eyes.
“This belongs to Rhys’ personal collection; we don’t know who took it” Nesta shrugged and they both burst into laughter earning a giggle from you too.
“He’s going to kill us if he finds out” you muttered shaking your head but taking the bottle from her hands to fill the glasses. You all ate the food and got ready. Mor chose the clothes you all would wear and Nesta did your hair before doing her own.
By the time you had to leave you were all tipsy, giggling you all made your way to Rita’s where the rest of the inner circle was waiting for you. You walked to the booth and took a seat next to Azriel who sniffed and smiled teasingly. Rhysand was staring at the three of you, a scowl appearing on his face.
“Please tell me I’m not smelling my wine” he whined throwing his head back desperately. Everyone laughed while Feyre petted his hair cooing “poor Illyrian baby”. Shock was evident in your face as you watched the most powerful high lord acting like a toddler.
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re his mate or mother” Amren spoke lifting one brow.
Azriel placed his hand on your thigh relaxing back and then tensed when he realized his actions. Before he could take his hand back you covered it with your own and offered him a sweet smile. You saw relief on his face as he relaxed more. Nesta saw the movement and winked at you. You knew the alcohol made you so bold, but you couldn’t stop yourself as you laid back on him. The others didn’t seem to notice, or they just hid it well as they continued drinking and chatting.
“….and then he was on the ground with just one punch.” Cassian exclaimed throwing everyone into a fit of laughter. He was talking most of the night, he had so many stories from the war and the Illyrian camps, and he told them with such a humorous way. You were amazed by the way he could make such dark stories so fun, but you could see the haunted look behind his eyes. Azriel bumped his shoulder into yours, a curious look on his face. You stared into his eyes, primal instinct taking over you as you captured his lips with your own. He was frozen but after a few licks on his bottom lip he grabbed the back of your head and started leading the kiss, it was hot, messy and needy. When Rhysand cleared his throat you two broke the kiss, staring at each other. He smiled and turned his gaze to his friends who continued their conversation but kept smirking. You made a mental note next time something like that happens to get your shadows to cover both of you.
After some drinks Azriel cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention
“I think me and y/n had enough to drink we are going home” he announced and grabbed your hand. You stood up and followed him after saying your goodbyes to the others who were howling and whistling.
“They are acting like kids” Azriel muttered.
“Lighten up Mr. Grumpy” you giggled. He smiled and grabbed you by the waist shooting up earning a surprised yelp from you. In a matter of seconds you could see every part of Velaris. You felt so lucky to be able to live in a city like this. Azriel landed on the roof of the house and let you go.
“I have wings you know” you teased him.
“I know but I wanted to feel you.” He confessed. “Why’d you kiss me?”
“I don’t know… I felt comfortable like I could belong in this family, and you next to me… it felt right.” You shrugged but then your jaw dropped. “Oh Cauldron boil me, I didn’t ask for your permission I just kissed you, Az I’m so sorry.”
His eyes widened “No. You don’t have to ask for permission to kiss me. Don’t you ever think that again.”. He grabbed your face and slammed his lips on yours, a hard kiss to confirm his words. He left you breathless. Your eyes filled with lust and the smell of your arousal filled the place. His eyes darkened in response, and he pushed you onto the wall, his body covering yours and pushing you harder against the wall. You could feel his breath on your face as he stared deep into your eyes.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish” he growled and lowered his head to your neck, smelling you. You felt his tongue caressing your soft skin only his lips interrupting the trail as he left soft kisses.
“Who told you I can’t finish it?” You breathed and almost screamed when he manhandled you, laying you flat in the middle of the ring. He kept kissing his way down, lifting your dress until it reached your waist. His face was between your thighs, and he stared at you waiting for permission, you nodded and in a blink your underwear was ripped, and his mouth was on you. He licked a long stripe, and his teeth grazed your swollen clit. You moaned his name pleading for more. He chuckled and brought his fingers between your folds, entering them in a harsh move that made you gasp. He removed them and brought them between your lips.
“Taste yourself” he ordered. His voice strong and cold. You did as he asked a hum of pleasure deep in your throat. You lapped his fingers tasting yourself until he yanked them out of your mouth, grabbing your jaw and moving your head so you could look at him. “Don’t be greedy leave some for me” he growled and brought his fingers in his mouth, tasting your arousal and saliva. You could climax just by the view. Your heat clamping onto nothing making you more frustrated.
“I want you…please” you whined. A vicious smile appeared on his face as he unbuttoned his pants taking himself out.
“Then take me” he snarled and slammed into you. You cried out in both pleasure and pain making him stop.
“I’m okay” you breathed, and he continued pounding into you, changing his hips’ angle to hit the right spots. You were seeing stars, your throat sore as his name kept leaving your lips like a prayer. You were reaching your high quickly but you wanted him to finish with you, so you stretched your hand caressing the sensitive place on his wings making him shudder.
He snapped his hips once, twice and his body tensed, his cock deep inside you as he filled you up. A low “fuck” leaving his lips making you follow him crying out his name, and every forgotten God’s name. He throbbed inside you. His hair falling on his face along with drops of sweat. He stared in your eyes, lowering his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss full of care and love. He pulled out and you whined at the empty feeling making him chuckle. He laid next to you staring at the stars.
“I wanted our first time to be gentle, but I couldn’t hold myself with the way you were looking at me and the alcohol I had” he confessed, and you could hear the guilt in his voice.
“It was perfect, I don’t like it gentle” you replied and laid your head on his chest. Your hand caressing his jaw. He took your palm and left a soft kiss. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that or when you dozed off, but when you opened your eyes, you were in your bed. Alone.
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Fluffy prompt idea- The reader calls Azriel a cutesy pet name in front of the inner circle for the first time. Teasing ensues.
I love your writing by the way! ♥️
honeybun.
author’s note: thank you babes! please enjoy this cute little fluff 💗
azriel was not cute.
he was the sinister shadowsinger, the feared spymaster, the lethal illyrian warrior whose very name evoked fear.
but to you, none of that mattered.
azriel could have walked up to you covered in gore and blood and you’d still find him adorable. maybe it was the way his nose scrunched up when he concentrated on his endless stack of mission briefs or the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed too hard or the way his precious little dimples peeked out when you flirted with him to bring them out of hiding.
no one else could have gotten away with the countless nicknames you’ve bestowed upon him —pudding, pumpkin, cutie pie, and your personal favorite, honeybun.
the shadowsinger blushed all the way up to the tips of his ears every time you teased him, which only made you want to do it even more.
azriel groaned as you stood on your tiptoes and pinched his cheek. “thanks for helping me bake, pudding.”
the pink and white gingham apron tied tightly on his waist matched the flush of his cheeks. flour coated the tip of his nose from where you smeared it earlier. “you know, most people find me scary. they certainly don’t go around calling me pudding. or bully me into making cinnamon rolls in the middle of the afternoon.”
“the only thing that scares me is the fact that you haven’t blinked in two hours while reading your reports. it was time for a break. plus, i know you have a killer sweet tooth, azzie.”
“did you really have to make me wear the apron, though?”
“no,” you said with a smirk as you spread icing over the cinnamon rolls. “that was purely for my enjoyment.”
azriel rolled his eyes fondly. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”
you giggled as azriel helped you arrange the freshly baked rolls. his tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth as he gently squeezed icing on his row of buns. you admired him for a moment, grinning to yourself at the sight of the winged male covered in pink and hunched over in careful concentration.
“something smells incredible.” cassian said, bounding into the kitchen. he was shirtless and breathless and covered in sweat. “i hope you made enough for everyone.”
nesta followed after him, no doubt having just wrapped up valkyrie training. hot on her heels were rhys, feyre, amren, and mor. your friends paused midstep, taking in you and azriel. you were both covered in flour and wearing matching aprons. the shadowsinger froze in place, the heart spatula in his hand looking comically small.
“az, what the hell are you wearing?” cassian asked.
azriel sighed. “don’t ask. it was y/n’s idea.”
“you look like the sugarplum fairy from one of nyx’s bedtime stories.” rhys said with a snicker. feyre elbowed him, but even she couldn’t stop grinning.
nesta was outright gaping while amren and mor wore twin smirks.
“don’t be mean, boys.” you chided. “you’re just jealous you can’t pull of pink like az can. plus, he makes a killer cinnamon roll. right, honeybuns?”
the shadowsinger flushed furiously. cassian and rhys burst into laughter.
“honeybuns?” cas remarked. “oh you’re never living that down, brother.”
you narrowed your eyes. “i wouldn’t be talking, muffin.” cassian blanched at nesta’s secret nickname for him. “and you,” you said, pointing at the high lord. “don’t even get me started, rhys.”
the violet eyed male raised his hands in surrender. nesta chuckled as amren rolled her eyes. “neither one of you have the high ground on this. you’re all equally as whipped.”
mor nodded, dipping her finger into the icing. “yeah, leave y/n and honeybuns alone.”
the rest of your friends were in stitches. the shadowsinger sighed exasperatedly, which made you giggle even harder. a little smile tugged at his lips as you threw your head back in laughter.
azriel would never admit it, but he secretly loved all your cute little nicknames for him.
you squealed as he swiped icing on your cheek. “you’re an absolute menace, you know that?”
the little smile on your face melted his heart. “yeah, but you love me azzie.”
azriel couldn’t argue with that.
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So, my previous fic poll ended in a draw, so let's have another go! A few different options, this time, with some supporting evidence for each to help you make your decision!
May I present the poll:
And the supporting evidence!
Option 1:
"Uh, boss, your friend is here."
Detective Anthony Crowley looked up from his notebook and turned his golden gaze back to the crime scene tape a few feet away. Behind the white and blue tape, highlighted by the flashing lights of the police cars, was Reverend Aziraphale Fell. Clerical collar, sunny disposition, and two takeaway cups in his hand. One of those was six espresso; one was hot cocoa. Ridiculous man. Snarling, Crowley shoved his notebook into the back pocket of his trousers and stomped through sand to shoo Aziraphale back to his church.
"You can't be here."
"But—" Aziraphale began, a pout forming on those perfect lips. "—I can help. I was ever so good before—"
"—we were nine, Aziraphale. We're not making up mysteries and legging it in and out of caravans and arcades anymore." Which was a pity. The mysteries Aziraphale always dreamt up for them as children were less brutal than the one that currently laid before him. Huffing out a sigh, Crowley took the proffered coffee and gestured for a uniformed officer, Constable Honey, to escort the vicar out. "I'm sorry, Aziraphale. I'll see you on Sunday, yeah?"
"We'll see each other before then, no doubt." Sure, sure. "When you realise you do need my help."
Option 2:
Swiveling his hips, Crowley slid through the open bathroom window of AZ Fell and Co. Even though the bookshop had been broken into three times now, the proprietor, one Aziraphale Fell, still had no sense of security. No locks on the window, no alarms, no cute dogs that Crowley would have to pet and stroke in order to disarm. No, Crowley was free to move around the shop as he pleased. Maybe it was because Crowley had never actually stolen anything that Aziraphale felt safe.
Bah. Crowley didn't want him to feel safe. He wanted him to feel scared. Crowley could do anything here. Anything.
Slipping into the living room, Crowley noted that Aziraphale had fallen asleep on the sofa again. A threadbare blanket was pooled at his feet; a copy of some eighteenth century novel had fallen to the floor. Moving deftly, Crowley adjusted the blanket, placed the book upon the table, and tipped out Aziraphale's hot chocolate. There. Mental insecurity. Aziraphale would know that someone had been in there. Someone who could do anything.
As it was, Crowley committed the most heinous act of all: he left a rare book upon Aziraphale's coffee table, a product of his earlier activities. Gabriel Archer, that twat, wouldn't miss it. And it would certainly give the bookshop's profits a major boost.
Option 3:
"Excuse me, I was wondering whether you had a VHS copy of The Eastern Gate?"
From behind the counter, Crowley didn't even bother turning around to address his customer, so ridiculous was his request. Yes, Crowley had a copy of The Eastern Gate: it was one of Aziraphale Fell's early works, a black and white film focusing on an angel overseeing Eden. It had been very well-received at the time but public interest quickly waned. For years it spent time on BBC 2 on Sunday afternoons - that was where Crowley's copy came from, recorded with great care and attention onto VHS.
He had one copy. And it was not for sale.
The customer cleared his throat. "Dear boy, I do wonder if you could—"
"—in a minute. This is the best part." The Bastille had come out in the 90s, part of the interest in musketeers and the French revolution. Aziraphale looked delectable in the heavy iron chains and all those pretty frills. Just gorgeous. But, with great reluctance, Crowley pressed pause and turned to 'attend' to the customer who wanted the impossible, even in Crowley's memorabilia shop. "Listen—"
But Crowley didn't say another word. Because his customer wasn't just interested in Aziraphale Fell. He was Aziraphale Fell.
Option 4:
"Crowley, can I ask you a question about Twitter?"
Crowley immediately zoned back into the room. He had been fixated on the slight tinge of silver and white at the temples of Aziraphale's blond hair; the curve of his mouth as he indulged in dessert at The Ritz. For some time, Aziraphale had been discussing his latest project: a gripping drama for ITV featuring a gay romance between two childhood friends. It was the sort of project that Aziraphale did often - but this time he had been paired opposite BAFTA winning actor Raphael Archer.
Not that Crowley was jealous or anything. He hadn't campaigned for the role. Hadn't sent an audition tape and told he wouldn't be believable starring opposite Aziraphale in a romantic role. As if he hadn't spent thirty years yearning for this man. Oh, they had played detectives together, odd-couple roles, best friends. But never romantic leads.
And the first time a project came up that was perfect, Crowley lost to Raphael Archer. That Scottish twat. Breathe, Crowley. "What about Twitter, Angel?"
"I don't use it." No kidding. "But Raph does." Oh, Raph is it? "And a lot of his followers have started using a hashtag. Something #raphaphale?"
Crowley's glass immediately shattered. Thirty years as Aziraphale's shadow and this Scottish wanker gets a ship tag?
Option 5:
He was here again. Sitting in the front row with his delicately pressed tan trousers, neat little waistcoat with the gold buttons, and the delicate puff of blond curls. In his lap (which Crowley noted, not for the first time, was rather spacious) was his paddle, with the number 666 printed in red lettering. Since the man had started attending the auctions at Eden's Auction House, Crowley'd had fantasies about that paddle.
How the hell was he going to make it through today's auction?
Still, Crowley was a professional (allegedly). So, he took to the podium, gavel in hand, and addressed the crowd. "Lot number one is a collection of Austen, incredibly preserved from the period, featuring four books - including Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion." He swallowed a number of sarcastic remarks, bit back his need to share the crackpot biography he'd read about diamond heists and whisky smuggling. Not the crowd. Never the crowd. "Shall we start the bidding at fifteen hundred?"
The man was the first to take the bid. As it was accepted, he wiggled happily in his chair. Oh, Crowley was gone.
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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger
Mutual Masturbation — KTober
Word Count: 1.5k
Includes: Mutual Masturbation, Mating Bonds, Nipple Play, Anal, Anal Fingering, Inappropriate use of Azriel’s shadows, Desk-Sex, Dom/Sub.
On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50896792
On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1390441949-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥-𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱
Being a High Lord was much harder than Eris has ever expected, currently, he was crammed at his desk with mounds of paperwork surrounding him. There were piles upon the desk, beside it, in front, everywhere.
Eris sighed and lent back in his stiff, maroon chair—it was more like a tiny throne than anything—as he scanned another letter, this one was from the High Lord of the Summer Court—Tarquin. Eris has learned to like him, after forming an alliance between the Day, Night, and Autumn Court he wanted in, so, naturally he was going to talk to him—Eris just didn’t expect to enjoy the conversations.
Feyre was right, he was easily lovable.
He chuckles at the memory of Rhysand brooding in jealousy from the dark-skinned male, it truly was a funny sight to see him so riled—even if he didn’t like the glares he got from him in the process.
“What are you thinking about?” Azriel’s voice purred through his head, Eris feels some of his shadows swirling around his ankles.
“Oh nothing.” Eris replies back mentally, sending a smiling expression down the bond.
“Mmm… are you sure? I heard Tarquin and Rhys’ name quite a lot, little fox.” Azriel almost sounded jealous, it causes Eris to laugh again. “Something funny?”
“No, just in a good mood.” Eris lies, it was easily seen through—well—read through?
“Liar.” Azriel shoots him an image of him rolling his eyes.
Eris watches as the shadows crawl up his legs, creeping from his ankles to his thighs before tightly squeezed them.
“I am.” Eris smirks. “What are your little shadows doing?” He asks through the mating bond.
“Waiting.” Azriel growls, it sends a tingle down Eris’ spine.
“For what, spymaster?” Eris replied.
“You.”
The shadows around his thighs grip tighter by the sound of Azriel’s voice, as if his hands were there—leaving deep marks on Eris’ pale skin. He can’t help but feel aroused.
“Me? For what purpose?” Eris teases.
“You know why.”
“Do I?” Eris sends a vulgar gesture down the bond—imagining to be thrusting Azriel’s cock with his hand.
It takes a moment before Azriel retorts. “That is exactly why.”
Eris could feel Azriel’s own arousal through the bond, he could feel the way his cock throbbed before fulling becoming erect.
“Do you need me, Az?”
“No. You need me.” He groans down the bond.
In a second, the shadows that were once around Eris’ thighs move higher, now slowly stroking his tenting cock—teasingly.
“Az.” Eris whimpers down the bond, sending an image of what he wants to happen—Eris’ hands free, the only clothes on being his laurel wreath-like crown, the shadows stroking his cock whilst some are buried deep in his hot core.
“Oh? That’s what you want, little fox?” Azriel smirks on the other side of the mating bond. “Then you shall have it.”
His thighs tremble as the shadows strip off his clothes, slowly, teasingly. His shoes are removed first, then his pants and boxers. The dark shadows work diligently—quickly stripping Eris of all of his clothes but his High Lord crown.
“Beautiful.” Azriel whispers through the bond. “Finger yourself or else you get no preparation.”
“I don’t have oil in my office, Shadowsinger.” Eris sends an image of him rolling his eyes.
“Then make some.”
Eris sighs but instantly understands what Azriel means, they have used spit as lube before—now would be no different.
Slowly, Eris brings his index and middle to his mouth, sucking on them until they’re drenched in his saliva, he then brings the two fingers to his rear—Azriel’s shadows guiding his hand to his hole—before sliding them in. Eris moans.
“Fucking perfect, all on display.” Azriel purrs. “And just for me, your mate.”
“Y-Yes…” Eris begins to thrust his fingers in and out of his needy hole. “Just for you, Az.” He sends down the bond.
“Good.”
It takes a few more minutes of Eris fingering himself before Azriel finally states he’s ready. Eris withdraws his hand, slowly placing it on the desk before him—not caring that he knocked over all of the paperwork on his desk.
The shadows move him onto his back, laying him against the dark, hardwood table before they wrap around his cock, they give it a few experimental strokes before more form around his ass.
Gently, the shadows slide in, slowly thrusting along the way.
“Look at yourself, getting fucked by my shadows…” Eris gets sent an image of Azriel stroking his painfully erect cock, the pink tip leaking with pre as he fists his member. “If I was there, little fox, I’m afraid your entire army would know their High Lord likes to get fucked by Illyrian warriors.”
“M-My whole army?” Even with the mind communication Eris can’t help but stutter over words as the shadows fucking his hole move faster, harder.
“They would know who you belong to, listen to, get fucked and filled by.” Azriel moans through the bond.
“Then come here…” Eris’ breath hitches as more shadows form, now teasing his hardened nubs, pulling and squeezing his nipples. “And show them.”
“I will right before I climax, I’m afraid if I don’t see you I will break this damn mountain.”
“You’re at the c-cabin?” Eris moans, the shadows deep inside his rear begin to widen, stretching him open but making sure to make themself bigger than Azriel’s cock—teasing him. Not only that, but they also make sure to brush right past his prostate.
“They hosted some party, I wanted no part of it. Plus, my little fox would’ve been drowning in paperwork by now.” Azriel sends another mental image of his twitching cock, this only makes the building feeling—the begging to cum—build itself higher.
“Then why aren’t you here already?” The ginger whines through the bond, needing to feel the fullness of the others hard cock.
“I’m afraid I still have duties, Eris.” Azriel replied simply, plainly. Much to dry for someone who is fucking their mate over a desk with his shadows.
“Do them after, I demand your presence.”
“Demand?” Azriel smirks.
“As your allied High Lord, yes. Now g-get here before I put you on a sex ban.” Eris scoffs but it quickly fades into a moan as the shadows tease his nipples again, stroking his cock faster.
There is no reply, Eris gets worried for a second—and gets extra worried when the shadows disappear—leaving him wanting and alone. Well, until he saw his mate looming over him.
“A sex ban?” Azriel grabs Eris’ nude hips and tugs him down the desk, his ass now completely off the rough, wood surface. “You couldn’t go a day without it, you get to cockdrunk after all.” The dark headed man smirks before thrusting himself fully in—hitting Eris’ prostate directly.
“Azriel!” He shouts, and as promised, it was loud enough for the guards on duty to hear.
“What, little fox? You were all talk before…” He begins to thrust. “What happened to that?”
“Need… need to cum!” Eris begs, the overstimulation getting to him as some shadows creep back onto his still hardened nipples—beginning to tease and squeeze them once more.
“Answer me first, Eris.” Azriel doesn’t stop his movements for a second, his cock twitching deep inside of his hole.
“You… you showed up! Only…” Eris moans, a kiss placed on his neck before it was harshly bitten, new found hickeys forming. “Only talk…”
“Yeah, I know.” Azriel smirks cockily before smashing their lips together, biting his bottom lip and pulling it down before jamming his tongue into his mates mouth, the two dance before slowly blending.
Azriel pulls back to resume his assault on Eris’ neck, littering the pale skin with deep, dark love bites.
“Love you… Az.” Eris whimpers as he finishes, his cum shooting out of his cock and landing on his stomach.
“I love you too, little fox.” Azriels whispers wnd kisses under his ear, his thrusts don’t stop—rather, encouraged by Eris’ orgasm.
Soon, Azriel releases his load deep inside of Eris, it leaks out of his rear and onto the floor beneath the two of them. Azriel slides out, slowly and delicately before kissing Eris.
“Let us rest? I’m sure you’ll want to prepare yourself for the guards bickering.” Azriel smiles and hoists Eris up into his strong, Illyrian arms.
Eris only nods in agreement, Azriel’s previous statement about being cockdrunk all too accurate.
“Dickhead.” Eris grumbles.
“Only for you, little fox.” Azriel chirps back with a kiss to the gingers temple. “Sleep.” He smiles as he lays his mate down on the bed.
Azriel cradles Eris close to his chest, his wings around the two of them like shields to the world. He tugs up the maroon blanket before following suit, drifting off into sleep. And for the first time in a while, Azriel felt as if he was safe.
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Goldenrod
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Request from @davinaclaire16 : Hi!! I just want to say that I love your writing so much! And that I’ve had this azriel x reader in my brain that I would love so much if you’d write and do it justice. So I was hoping for a azriel x reader where az and the reader are broken up but az is still In love with the reader and has to watch them in a relationship with helion (or anyone else). And maybe az over hears the reader and there new boyfriend having sex and that his tipping point just like a lot of angst and anger. (Hopefully az and reader end up together)
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1,020
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“What are you even doing here?” you question, trying to shove past the large male in your way. You’d run into Azriel as you were walking through the bright halls of Helion's home. The fact that the large hallway was void of anyone except for you has you thinking that this little run in isn’t an accident.
He doesn’t let you, and now you’re standing chest to chest with the male you once called your lover. You hadn’t been expecting him of all people to show up to this meeting. The two of you had been avoiding each other for long enough now, and with his little shadows trailing him you figured they’d have reported your whereabouts to him so he could stay away.
Apparently that isn’t the case.
“I’m here because Rhysand asked me to be,” he says but you don’t believe him for a minute, squinting up at him with a firm frown. “I could ask the same question to you.”
He had known you were traveling, checking in on you every so often because he couldn’t help himself. He had loved you for many years and hadn’t stopped thinking about you since you’d ended things. His soul is forever chasing yours.
“I’m here because I want to be,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest when it’s clear that he is not going to budge. You glare up at him, baring your teeth slightly.
It only makes Azriel give you a smirk that makes your knees wobbly.
“Here for Helion then?” he questions with a cocky twitch of his brow. Everyone knows about the High Lord’s antics, not that he even tries to keep it a secret.
“And if I am?” you question, arching a brow of your own.
“Then I’d think you’re really desperate for some cock.”
Your mouth falls open in shock but you’re retaliating just as quick, “Jealous it’s no longer yours, shadowsinger?”
He hums, hazel eyes flickering with dark amusement as he murmurs, “I hope he’s giving you what you need, (Y/N).”
“Helion is a very generous partner,” you respond smugly, and he knows, had spent a few nights over the past few centuries denying the same High Lord, whispering promises of how he’d treat the shadowsinger against his skin. He’d never taken Helion up on it though.
It makes his blood boil nonetheless, picturing you under him with your head thrown back in ecstasy, the High Lord of Day with his head between your legs. His hands curl into fists at his sides and you don’t even have to turn towards him to know the effect your words have on him.
His resolve snaps, rushing forward and fisting the hair at the base of your skull in a well–trained grasp, pushing you up firmly into the wall in front of you, letting himself press into your body from behind, pinning you as his other hand clasps over your arms, joining them between the both of you.
Azriel’s breath is hot against your skin, breathing in the sweet scent of you has his pupils dilating with arousal. You have to bite your lip to stop from whimpering as he presses his hard length into your backside, eyes rolling into the back of your head from behind your closed eyes.
“Does he eat you like I do?” His voice is raspy with need, the heady scent wafting off of the shadowsinger has your cunt clenching around nothing while he continues, “Does he get to hear the sounds you make when you come so hard you can barely breathe?”
You can’t speak. If you do it will surely be a beg for him to take you right where you stand.
“It didn’t sound like it last night,” he taunts and you just know he has that fucking smirk on his face that makes you wet at the sight. You can picture it now, burned into the back of your eyelids like it hasn’t been a decade since you’d last fucked.
Ten whole years since you’d last been with the shadowsinger, and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that you didn’t think about him.
It was a mistake, to break it off with him all those years ago, and over something so silly. You knew he had a job to do and you were young and selfish, wanted him to yourself instead of always going off on missions you weren’t even sure he’d come back from.
“Azriel,” you gasp, eyes falling shut in bliss.
“Do you say his name like a prayer too? Like he’s your salvation?” he growls as he presses you further into the wall, rutting his cock against the curve of your ass. “Or is it only mine you preach, (Y/N)? Go on, tell me.”
“No, no, it’s only you,” you whine, writhing beneath him, trying to shift your hips for better friction.
His breath is hot against your neck, caressing the shell of your ear as he whispers, “That’s right (Y/N), you’re mine. Always have been, always will be.”
Mother, do you want him. It feels so right, him pressed fully against you, smothering you with his taut body, muscles rippling beneath his clothes like he can hardly restrain himself.
His hold on you seizes for a moment, Rhysand speaking into his mind, telling him to meet them so they can get this meeting started.
Azriel has half a mind to ignore his High Lord in favor of taking you somewhere private to give you what you so desperately need. Instead, he forces himself to let you go, stepping back as he tries to control himself from leaping right up against you again and fucking you against the wall.
You spin around, heart racing in your chest as you stare up into the golden eyes you’ve missed so much, pupils wide with arousal, his chest heaving as he forces himself to calm down.
“You know where my room is.” He gives you one last hungry look before letting his shadows consume him, leaving you in the hall alone, leaning against the wall to keep yourself upright.
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Changing Shadows (Part 15)
Azriel x Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6* | Part 7* | Part 8 | Part 9* | Part 10 | Part 11* | Part 12* | Part 13 | Part 14
Summary: Azriel and Gwyn’s friendship has you burning in jealousy. And when Rhys suggests the two work together, your feelings are pushed to the point of no return.
Jealous reader and cocky Az. Fluff, angst, and the start of some pretty big smut. 18+ (minors DNI)
Image by koike9023
Warnings: Swearing and smut. 18+ (Minors DNI)
Word count: 1,233
Part 15:
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It had taken another week for you to return to normal duties. Training had been the hardest part, your injuries compromising your fitness and agility. Cassian coached you back slowly, knowing a thing or two about rehabilitating wounds on the abdomen.
Recovering from your fight with Rhys was just as slow and delicate. He made himself more present again, the sweet and caring brother you knew returning with each visit. In return you decided not to push back on his orders while you recovered. There was no need to rock the boat any further.
And Azriel and you hadn’t had shared so much as a kiss since the night in the storeroom. He spent time with you among with the others, taking personal interest in your recovery and caring for you in a platonic way. But he hadn’t once crossed the line, likely too worried for your fragile state. It had you frustrated beyond words.
Training that morning had you feeling particularly irritated, hot with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.
It was a particularly difficult lesson with Cassian, as he pushed your fitness that was still lacking due to the amount of rest you had needed these past few weeks.
Not to mention, your eye kept catching a certain Shadowsinger and red-headed Valkyrie share an occasional laugh and exchange banter.
“Hey, eyes over here,” Cassian ordered as he took you through sword movements.
“Sorry,” you grumbled, shaking your head to refocus.
“Something bothering you, Y/N/N?” He grinned.
You didn’t have anything to hide anything from Cas, but you also didn’t want to acknowledge how much seeing Azriel and Gwyn together bothered you. You’d push those feelings down for now.
“We’ve all been there,” Cassian offered kindly. He always had a great read on people.
You offered him a small smile, as if to say you’d be ok.
When training finally concluded, you isolated yourself from the rest of the circle for the day, focusing on some paperwork in your room. You needed the distraction.
Later that night Rhys winnowed into your room. You didn’t get up from your desk.
“Hello sister,” Rhys greeted you.
“Hello brother,” you played along with the formal greeting without raising your head from your work.
“How are you?” Rhys sauntered over, hands in his pockets as he waited for you to properly acknowledge him.
“I’m well,” you sighed, before dropping your pen to finally look up. “And yourself?” You offered a smile.
He shrugged as if to say fine, looking around your room. You had made a mess of your desk.
“I’m just checking in on you, but was hoping to ask a quick favour.”
“Sure, I can get it done after dinner,” you waved him off, refocusing on your work.
“Y/N, it’s past midnight.”
You frowned, looking up outside your window. When had it become night?
“You’re working too hard, sis,” Rhys grinned as he slouched into the chair opposite you, playfully juggling one of your trinkets he had swiped.
“Says you,” you retorted, pushing the papers away from you. “The favour?” you asked, a hint of impatience in your voice.
“I couldn’t find Az in the house, and don’t want to disturb him mind-to-mind. Would you pass on a message?”
For Cauldrons sake. “Sure.”
“I was hoping he could work with Gwyn to find some records kept in the library. He’ll know which ones I mean. Ask him to have them to me in three days time, ok?”
Your heart beat hard, jealousy encompassing you yet again. Of all the tasks.
“Consider it done,” you said tightly.
“You’re my best sister,” Rhys joked, standing now. “Duty calls,” he grinned, dropping your trinket from the air before winnowing away.
You leapt from your seat, catching the trinket just in time before it broke to pieces on the floor.
Prick, you swore in your head. You heard his laughter in return.
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You made your way down to Azriel’s chamber where you knew to find him, one of his unreachable places that Rhys didn’t like to pry in.
When you started working for the Night Court, Azriel had inducted you to the room, quietly explaining what ‘tool’ was used for what. He had initially protested to showing you anything, but Rhys deemed it important for your on-boarding, to which you agreed.
You weren’t intimated by the work he did there, it was essential to keep your people and court safe. But never had you seen him actually torture, his victims remaining nameless and faceless. That was the part he kept private.
You took quick but reluctant steps to his chamber, entering a cold and quiet part of the house as your skin itched in irritation at the task ahead.
Calm down, you told yourself. You were simply going to pass on the message from Rhys and leave. But intrusive thoughts kept plaguing you as you made your way. You were jealous of Gwyn’s and Azriel’s friendship, their chemistry at training making your neck hot. And now you were here to deliver an opportunity for them to get even closer.
You knew you were being ridiculous, but you couldn’t help the jealousy rising in you at an uncontrollable rate.
The chamber door was open, Azriel's back to you as he put away equipment. The room was pristine, no traces left behind.
Memories flashed from the night you took him in your mouth, and your heart beat at the excitement. No, tonight would not be that.
You cleared your throat to announce yourself, unable to stop the attitude that seeped off you as you stepped inside the chamber, your arms crossed.
He turned and raised his eyebrows at you in surprise. “Hello,” he said simply.
“Rhys has asked that you seek out Gwyn,” you looked at your nails, not greeting him back.
You were sure he would be happy to work with her, shoulder to shoulder in the quiets of the library. You couldn’t stand that thought.
“Why?” His deep voice churned a feeling inside you that you tried to ignore.
“Record hunting,” you shrugged.
He frowned at your short answer. “Alright.”
You lingered, wings tussling, arms crossing again.
“Was there something else, Y/N?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow, picking up on your attitude.
“Yes,” you scowled, words escaping you before you could stop them. “Try not to get caught when you fuck her in the aisles.”
You stayed long enough to see Azriel’s eyebrows raise in shock, before you turned your heel and made for the door.
You didn’t get very far before dark shadows swirled in front of you, stopping you from leaving.
“I beg your pardon?” Azriel asked from behind you, his voice cold. Your face was red and flushed, you couldn’t believe what had just come out of your mouth.
You couldn’t answer him, couldn’t even look at his face.
But the shadows pushed you back, forcing you to turn. Your stomach dropped at the sight before you.
Azriel fingered a blindfold through his scared hand, one boot braced on the chair in the centre of the room, his shadows pooled on the floor.
He was looking down at the fabric in his hands when he said “Did you think you could just leave after saying something as filthy as that?”
You gulped, unable to answer. A shadow swung the chamber door shut behind you.
He met your eyes now, a dark smirk forming. “Oh, Y/N,” he sighed, stalking towards you. “You’re in trouble.”
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Part 16* >>>
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connection- azriel
-description: you and az discover your mating bond on starfall!!
-warnings: I DIDNT EDIT NOR REREAD THIS 😭, wholesome other than a few(…..) lewd comments and… yeah
-a/n: i tried to find a dress that resembled the one i was thinking of while writing this but i couldn’t find one!! so think feyre’s court of nightmares dress but more fabric. ALSO…… i have no FUCKING IDEA how mating bonds work. i don’t really think anyone does. this is just my personal interpretation of them.
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you delicately pull on the midnight blue dress, trying to figure out which limb goes in which hole. but by the time you’re finished and standing in front of the mirror, you can’t help but let your jaw hit the floor. the dress is like molten night, wrapping around your beautiful body, accentuating your hips before falling into a double slit that exposes both of your legs. it’s off shoulder, too, with a sweetheart neckline that shows off the top of your breasts. stars litter the fabric, beautiful and delicate, matching the body glitter and oil you rubbed all over your skin. you place a delicate, starry pin atop your head, pulling back half of your curled hair, and leaving a few face-framing pieces out. you slip on your matching (surprisingly comfortable) heels and gloves, and then you’re out the door, running down the stairs, and bounding into the dining room. when you arrive, the rest of your friends are getting seated. every face in the room turns towards you, staring for a solid few minutes.
you and the rest of the inner circle are meeting for starfall dinner before the party. it’s your first starfall in the night court, and you didn’t know how to dress, act, or what the customs were. mor,who helped you with preparing, stands up from her seat at the table, practically jumping up and down.
“gods, y/n, you are so damn hot!” she exclaims, among a string of other profanities. “here, sit here!” she says, motioning to a spot beside her. and across from azriel, who is currently staring at you with a look that’s nothing short of predatory. cassian is gaping, apparently already intoxicated, and you can tell he is about to make some lewd comment that he doesn’t mean and will regret in the morning. rhys just smiles at you approvingly from his spot between az and cassian, and amren, who is on the other side of mor, smirks.
“fuck, y/n!” cassian drunkenly exclaims. “you are soooo dammnn hot, i’m sooo jealous of the male that gets to bed you tonight.”
“cassian, stop drooling. if you need to go take care of your massive boner, do it in a different room.” amren says flatly, eliciting laughter from around the room. when you finally get around the table and to your seat, mor pulls out your seat for you.
“m’lady,” she says, giving you an exaggerated bow. the conversation moves on, everyone talking about dancing and festivities, and oh, y/n, how much fun you’re going to have.
but azriel doesn’t speak. he just stares at you, making eye contact, shadows winding up and down his arms and around his hands and fingers. you try to avoid his intense gaze, a light blush coming to your cheeks. out of everyone in the inner circle, azriel is the most… attractive, per se. he’s considerate; he makes you feel comfortable, he respects you and your privacy. he’s also hot. he downs drink after drink, before your elegant dinner is brought out to you. finally, he speaks, making small talk with rhys and amren about some kind of intense training. meanwhile, you and mor excessively flirt, trying to one up eachother with horrible pick up lines.
“is your name winter?” you ask mor, “because you’ll be coming soon.” mor and cass break out in laughter, and rhys groans.
“not this again. please, a different dinner topic. why does it always come to this? please, be mature.” rhys asks tiredly.
“haha, you said come.” cassian says. at this point, he probably has no idea where he is. or who he is.
“hey, y/n,” cassian says, turning towards you. “i don’t usually watch sunsets, but i’d love to watch you go down!”
“oh my god, cass! that is awful!” mor says, breaking out in laughter, while the rest of your friends guffaw. save for az, who is staring daggers at cassian, swishing the remainders of his drink around his glass. you continue to eat, cracking jokes with mor and laughing with rhys about something or another. even amren has a good time.
finally, you and your friends find yourselves walking down to the parties, ready to drink more and and dance. you and mor dance together, singing and laughing and drinking and surely embarrassing yourselves, going from party to party, club to club. finally, it’s time for the real fun to begin. mor runs off and somehow, you find yourself back at the house of wind, on a balcony overlooking the city and the sea. with azriel.
finally, the stars begin to fall, and you haven’t seen anything like it. and you can’t help yourself, you dance around like a child, the little alcohol in your system aiding you in making a fool of yourself. azriel watches you, smiling. you stop dancing, but the stars still fall, enchanting you and captivating your full attention.
“az,” you breathe, “you didn’t tel me it was so…” you trail off.
“magical?” he finishes for you, coming up behind your shoulder, watching both you and the beautiful display.
you nod, turning around with pure joy still etched on your face.
“i couldn’t find the words to describe it.” he says quietly. for the first time that night, you really drink him in. he’s wearing a dark suit, his hair unruly. his dark-gold skin shines in contrast to his outfit and hair. his eyes twinkle, staring into yours with an expression that you’ve never seen before. you break the eye contact shyly, turning back around to watch.
“it’s… wonderful. it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen,” you say truthfully.
“not for me.” he whispers, barely audible, now standing beside you.
you turn your head, looking up at him. he turns his too, making eye contact with you once more. he breaks it first though, looking back at the stars, before doing a double take and staring at you again. suddenly he exhales sharply.
“fuck, y/n. i-i…” he closes his eyes for a few seconds, “i’m… i don’t know if it’s the alcohol but…” he trails off.
“gods, i’m not supposed to tell you this. rhys told me not to but… i can’t keep this from you.” he stars again. this time he turns towards you fully, so you turn towards him.
“y/n, you’re my mate.” he says slowly. “i… i’ve known for a while.”
“your- your mate?” you whisper. he nods his head.
“its been so hard for me to resist and keep from telling you,” he says, taking a step closer, so close now that his shadows ghost your skin. “from touching you, from marking you as mine. gods, y/n, do you know what you do to me?”
he leans down, so close now that you could share a breath. suddenly, everything clicks into place. you feel something forming in your mind, a thread. and then trailing it, a yank. your mind reaches out and yanks back, and he smiles. but for some reason, this smile is different. it makes you feel different, and you’re speechless. your mouth hangs slightly open.
“what was that?” you ask hesitantly.
“our bond.” he answers, unable to hide his happiness. “ y/n, i know this is all new to you, and it can be overwhelming but… i just couldn’t keep this from you. it’s unbearable for me. and watching cassias flirt with you tonight… i just… he’s my best friend. and i wanted to… fight him. to make him stop. and i just couldn’t keep something like this from you. but- if you need a break, or some time, or… i just- i-“ he says, blathering on rather quickly.
“no, az, this is amazing!” you laugh, flinging yourself into his arms, his warm embrace. “i- i have a mate!” you say into his chest.
he laughs. “y/n, every fae has a mate.”
“i mean- i know- but me. and you’re here! i’m…” you say, into his chest still. instead of letting go, you turn your head, watching the stars fall from the sky. down, down, down.
so… you’re happy?
you jump out of his arms
“what- what the-“ you say, looking up at him. his voice was in your head.
“it’s the bond. we can communicate through it.” he says. “try it.”
so you do. you yank on that thread.
wow, you say through the bond.
it’s the most wonderful feeling, knowing that you have a soulmate. someone who you are connected and entwined with, a deeper and more raw feeling than marriage or love. an intimate, real feeling, something you have never felt before. pure, unconditional love. you are important to someone. tears well up in your eyes and then escape down your cheeks. azriel pulls away from your hug, holding your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. he leans down and kisses your cheek, kisses your tears away.
“gods, you’re so beautiful.” he murmurs, making eye contact with you, your chin still between his fingers.
then, he is leaning in to kiss you and it is lips against lips and skin against skin. your hands curiously travel each others bodies, rubbing circles and grabbing and sliding over skin. when he is done kissing your face and lips, his are covered in glitter. when he pulls away, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him back in and resting your forehead against his. he has to lean down a considerable amount, as he towers over you.
you take his face in your hands, your turn to hold him as the stars behind you plummet. after a considerable around of time, after the stars stop their descent, and after much of the music and dancing have stopped, and and azriel pull away from your embrace.
a new feeling takes over, you don’t say a word as you grab his hand and lead him up to your chambers.
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-a/n (AGAIN): PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me ideas and requests 😭😭😭 I AM BEGGING this is so shitty and i apologize!! i honestly am just currently very busy with school and need some inspiration and ideas 😭
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