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readychilledwine · 6 months

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A Simple Favor

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Warnings - 3 some, mentions of a 4way, anal, oral, overstimulation, dominant sub dynamics, boarding pet play

A/n - I too wish I could be the middle of an Illyrian Sandwich. If you haven't read Early Mornings or Training Tensions, peep them here 💜 Irelina, the OC, isn't mentioned much, but she is a catalyst.

Irelina rested her forehead against Nesta's, "It's only a couple nights tops, my love. Azriel and Cassian will be here with you, and Emerie and Gwyn are here, too."

Nesta held a tight grip behind her elbows still, "We haven't been apart since Windhaven."

"I know, Ness. I promise when I am back the we will have a book night just the two of us. I'll even bring you home a few new books if you're a good girl."

Nesta nodded. "We will need 3 copies."

Irelina smiled, her heart warming as she played with that friendship bracelet adorning her mate's wrist. "Anything for you, Ness. Let me say goodbye to our idiots." Nesta kissed her with a soft goodbye before moving to where Azriel and Cassian stood.

Azriel moved to Irelina first, taking her chin gently in-between his two fingers. "You will call for Rhysand if I need to come help you. You will not fight your way out of a camp again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir. Take care of our loves for me?"

Azriel nodded, kissing Irelina quickly before moving to rub a hand up and down Nesta's back and placing a kiss on her temple. He whispered gently into her ear words of comfort, of how Irelina has been sent to countless camps alone, and how she always comes back.

Cassian took his wife's hand, pulling her out of the door and grabbing her bag. he held her tightly the second they were alone outside, cradling her head to his chest. "I love you," Irelina told him. "I love you so much."

"I love you more, baby." He pulled her into a passionate kiss. Pouring every second of love, longing, and feeling into it and the bond. "Ness will be okay, I promise."

Irelina smirked, as a couple shadows weaved their way into her hair. "Speaking of Ness, I need a favor from you and Azriel."

Azriel was hiding the growing anticipation as he looked at Cassian. The male has been rubbing Nesta's neck and shoulders as she read. It was one of her smutty novels, they could tell from the twitch in her brow, her bated breath, her flushing cheeks.

"What are you reading, Ness?" Azriel leaned forward as he asked, gently taking the novel from her hands. The scene in the book was explicit to say the least, but juvenile compared to what the two males had in store for her. "Sounds boring," he handed the book to Cassian.

The general shook his head. "Ness, I feel like you, Irelina, and I have better nights than this."

The made sister's cheeks were flushed red, "This is different. It's-"

Cassian interrupted. "Two males with one female. I noticed. Did you want to try that, Ness?"

They watched as her blue eyes went wide, her breath hitching in her throat. "Irelina isn't here."

Azriel smirked, taking Nesta's chin in his hands like he had done to Irelina earlier. "Do you not remember she isn't in charge, sweetness? Answer his question."

Nesta nodded, almost eagerly. "Yes."

Azriel ran a scarred thumb down her lips, "Is it something you want to try with us?"

Her voice was breathless, lips still slightly parted, "Yes"

That was how Nesta found herself on her knees in front of Cassian, Azriel's hand tangled into her hair as he dictated her movements based on Cassian's good or bad behaviors. "Eyes up here, soldier," Nesta shivered at the dominance radiating from Azriel as he pulled her off of Cassian making the male whine in the process. "Eyes stay on me, or I take our pretty little Nesta to bed and force you to stare at a corner while I fuck her. This is your last warning. Understood?"

Cassian swallowed hard, looking back up to Azriel as the grip in his hair grew tighter. "Yes sir."

"Good boy," Nesta was guided back to Cassian's cock, taking it back in her mouth eagerly. She moaned around it, causing Cassian's mouth to part. "Look at my pretty obedient pets."

Azriel allowed Nesta a little more control, letting her use the skills he knew she had to suck and lick every inch of Cassian down until the male was whimpering and groaning for release.

Azriel ripped her away again, causing Cassian's eyes to open and go wide with frustration. "Pick her up," Azriel demanded.

Cassian obeyed immediately, lifting Nesta so her long smooth legs went around his waist and her wet aching core hovered above his cock. Azriel moved behind her, releasing her from the shadows binding her hands, and then gently brushed her hair over to one shoulder. "Fuck her."

He didn't have to be told twice, lowering Nesta onto his cock and watching as her head fell back and she moaned in bliss.

He had grown to love her independence, her rage, her fire, but he loved her like this more than anything. Walls completely down, vulnerable, truly happy.

He began pumping into her slowly as Azriel ran his hands down her back. They had prepped Irelina for weeks to do this, gentle was their only option since they had not given Ness the same courtesy.

She leaned back up, walls clenching around Cassian as he hit impossibly deep inside of her. His cock hit every nerve inside of her, lighting her on fire and causing a tight coil to begin.

She hardly heard Azriel opening a bottle behind her over the sounds of her open moans and whines pleasure.

She felt her breath hitching in excitement as one of Azriel's fingers swirled her other hole before gently pushing in. Azriel chuckled behind her, immediately knowing something Cassian didn't. "Little dove," he whispered into Nesta's ear, "Has my little bat been getting play back here?"

Cassian groaned at the idea of Irelina dominating Nesta, of his normally submissive beautiful wide fucking her with one of the straps Nesta normally used on her. He gave a hard thrust as Nesta nodded with a whimper, the bond instantly reaching for the missing member. "That changed things," Azriel kissed her shoulder, pulling his finger out and reusing the lubricant on himself. "Relax into Cassian, Ness. This is still going to be different." As if that missing link knew, a gentle wave of calm hit Nesta, allowing tension to leave her body as it wrapped her heart and soul in a comforting embrace.

Azriel pushed into her ass slowly, and Nesta felt like her body was about to go out. "Good little dove," he praised her. His own hands found her plush thighs, helping Cassian support her. "Want us to move?"

"Please," she pleaded. "Gods please?"

She had watched Irelina take both of them once as a punishment. She had fallen into this mess of slick, drool, and incoherent thoughts so quickly, and now Nesta understood why.

They set their own paces, chasing their own highs as they used her like their own personal cock sleeve. Nesta leaned her head into Azriel's neck, whining and moaning at the almost painful stretch of how full she was and the way this bordered on too much but not enough.

She could feel their cocks rubbing together against her gummy walls, that coil tightening more and more as her mind went completely blank, drunk on nothing but pleasure.

Azriel moved one of his hands, finding the front of her core and that swollen bundle of nerves. He knew Cassian was close as he watched the general become a mess of growls, moans, and his head fall back while his wings fluttered. He gave Nesta one last stimulation, circling her clit with his scarred finger. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Gods please?" Nesta became even more pliant, her breathing turning into rapid pants.

They both felt it when it came, Nesta went silent, her nails digging so tightly into Cassian's shoulders he hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Then she screamed. She screamed as her walls milked them, slick coming out of her and soaking both of them. She screamed as the force of her orgasm was continued by their unstopping thrusts. Then she went limp, allowing them to fully and truly use her.

Cassian went next, causing Azriel to tip over at the same time from the change in his movements. They both spilled into her, triggering another small orgasm from the female that was all whimpers and babbling.

Azriel pulled out first. Grabbing the rag he had brought in and cleaning himself and Nesta before waiting for Cassian to pull out to do the same. "She needs a bath and food," Cassian said gently. "I think we've earned that, too." Azriel nodded as they moved her into the already waiting oversized tub. Cassian handled her to Azriel, watching as she placed her chest tight against the shadowsinger and he walked them into the tub. They let her fall into a false sense of comfort, relaxing a little until they were both hard again.

And then they began.

"She's been talking about it for 12 nights," Irelina's voice played in Cassian's mind. "Saying she could handle both of you better than I can, saying she could go round after round with both of you inside of her. I want her fucked to stupidity, I want her a babbling mess while I watch from the bond. I want her fucked so throughly she never questions how hard pleasing both of you is again," she had kissed Cassian then, the scent of his and her arousal mixing. "Make our little mate's fantasies come true, and I'll let you two watch me fuck her."

That next morning, Nesta could hardly walk. She was carried down the stairs by Cassian, her mind still blank as the three of them sat down for breakfast. The males had fucked her all night, and already twice this morning. She was exhausted, wondering how Irelina managed all three of them dominating her, and frankly, the thought of going one more round had her almost cringing.

12 times. They had fucked her 12 times in ways she had never read about or imagined. She had been fucked with Azriel in her cunt, her head hanging off the bed as Cassian made her choke on his cock and fucked her throat. She had been suspended from shadows, Azriel eating her out as Cassian took her sore asshole. She had been laid on the bed, fucked by Cassian as Azriel took him forcing each thrust to be harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

Azriel paused a brow raised at her, "I thought you were too sore to keep going, little dove?" Cassian had also paused, his fork half way to his mouth as he began to smirk. "Should I let Cassian fuck you on the table? I'm enjoying my breakfast, but I'll never say no to a show."

They all perked up as the door opened, Cassian standing instantly and rushing to the threshold where the living room met the dining room. He picked up a familiar smaller figure, hugging it tightly before setting them back down. "You're back early."

"False report. Every single female there is intact and trains anywhere from 2 to 4 hours a day, as I set it up to be. Rhys should have known better. It was my homecamp." Irelina paused as she walked into the room and sniffed. "Smells like sex in here." Irelina walked over to Nesta, taking in how tired she was and the scent of Azriel and Cassian cum clinging to her skin like a lifeline. "Did you handle them better than I do dove?"

Nesta's eyes snapped to her, going wide. "No. I- I don't know how you do it."

Irelina shrugged, crossing her tan toned arms. "Well, you better learn and get some rest today. I bought new toy, and you're going to choke on it when they fuck you again later."

Nesta swallowed hard at the thought and began eating her breakfast, a slow realization hitting her as she did.

Nesta had bit off more than she could chew, but she regretted nothing.

#acotar #nesta x azriel #nesta x cassian #azriel x cassian #azriel x nesta x cassian

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nightsandrewrites · 3 months

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Autumn Court's Visit

Pairing: Cassian x Azriel

Summary: Cassian found himself in a dark corner of Rita’s nursing his third drink. It wasn’t enough to even give him a buzz yet thanks to his Illyrian heritage but the night was still young. A tall fae male approached his table, slightly shorter than Azr-, nope he wasn’t thinking about that.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, mentions of burns a/n: much jealousy, much fluff. OC from Autumn Court. Enjoy!

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Eight days. Eight days the Autumn court guests had resided in The House of Wind and Cassian was this close to losing it. Six months ago Eris had finally succeeded his father as High Lord of the Autumn Court. His accession to the title was messy, but was it ever not when it came to ruling lands and courts? Eris had employed a couple of skilled Daemati in his court to ensure that anyone who wished to be in his inner circle had honourable intentions and no Beron supporters remained. A wise first move as High Lord Cassian thought.

He couldn’t say the same of his own High Lords decisions as of late. As soon as the thought passed through his mind he regretted it. It wasn’t true. It wasn’t Rhysand’s fault he was now laying into a training dummy on the roof, picturing it as another certain Illyrian. He threw a couple more jabs into the sack, appreciating the distraction of slicing pain as his bare skin split from the force of contact.

Rhysand had reached out to Eris and offered for the Autumn Court to come visit Velaris. He wanted to begin mending the friction between their courts, to start fresh now that Eris was High Lord. He hoped that their previous tentative understandings could be strengthened to allegiance, if it was ever required again. Rhys was quick to organise the meeting, assigning the visiting court to stay at the House of Wind. Cassian only grumbled a little when finding out, given it was his and Azriel’s home. But as Rhys explained, it made the most sense. It kept them from roaming Velaris at will, they were free to visit but it didn't mean Rhys didn’t want to keep an eye on them. They would be comfortable there once they had inspected the wards and realised no one could winnow in or out. And finally it gave reason for Cassian and Azriel to be hanging around, built in guards.

When Eris arrived he had brought only four of his court with him. It appeared their roles were an advisor, an emissary and a couple of warriors. One of the warriors, Cassian quickly discovered, was a fire wielder like Eris. The first two days had gone rather smoothly, the two courts had sat down for both formal talks and informal drinks. Everyone seemed rather open to a fresh start and a new path between their two peoples. Azriel had missed those early days, off on a reconnaissance to the continent, and Cassian had missed the Illyrian.

The War Lord and The Shadowsinger had long ago fallen into each other's beds. Seeking comfort in entwined bodies and shared breaths. They never attempted to stick a label on it, they were as they had always been, Cassian and Azriel. Cassian knew their family must suspect something by now but no one ever brought it up, so they left it at that. Days as loyal servants to the Night Court and nights in eachothers arms, The House of Wind all to themselves.

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It was day three when Azriel returned. Both courts were spread through the dining room enjoying post dinner drinks, conversations flowing. “Sorry for interrupting” Azriel nodded to the new guests as he entered the room. “Not at all, it’s good to see you back Az.” Rhysand’s smile was wide, glad to have his family all back in one place again. He began introducing Azriel to the new members of Eris’ court. Azriel greeted them all with a nod and a small smile.

Cassian subconsciously ran his tongue along his bottom lip as he took in the Spymaster. His eyes flicked over him as if he would be able to see any new scars through Azriel’s leathers. He would find them later if they were there, he knew every inch of the Illyrian off by heart. He combed over the strong leathery wings behind him, unmarked. He moved on to his deep hazel eyes, tired but bright. Once he concluded that Azriel was unhurt in any serious matter, he moved on to more unsavory thoughts. About how he was going to stroke those wings later tonight, how he was going to run kisses along those broad shoulders, how he would run his hand down the muscled planes of his stomach an- Okay Cassian needed to get it together before the scent of arousal gave him away. Azriel excused himself to go bathe and change and suddenly Cassian wasn’t interested in the conversations that continued around the table. His mind following the Shadowsinger down the hall. He turned back to the drink in front of him only to find Rhys raising an eyebrow from across the table. Cassian's only response was to pick up his glass and drink deeply.

Azriel returned once everyone had moved to the lounge, procuring a plate of food and a drink of his own. He quickly fell into conversation with one of Eris’ warriors Maril. The night wore on and Cassian’s patience wore thin. Individuals began excusing themselves for the night but Azriel didn’t budge from near the fire and his deep conversation with the Autumn Court fae. Cassian eventually decided to retire for the night and wait for Azriel from the comfort of his bed. They had separate rooms next door to each other in one of the wings, even after all these years, they had still kept their own spaces. But more often than not they found themselves falling into Cassian’s sheets as he had claimed the room with the biggest bed. As he bid the room goodnight, Azriel didn’t even look up, instead murmuring something that had Maril roaring with laughter.

Cassian huffed as he flung himself into his bed. He just wanted to welcome home his Shadowsinger but now this dumb Autumn Court was here cockblocking him. Eventually he drifted into an uneasy sleep as he waited for Azriel to arrive.

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He woke the next morning to realise that Azriel hadn’t arrived at all. That for the first time in Cauldron knows how long Azriel hadn’t sought out Cassian when returning from a mission. Was something wrong? Had they trusted the Autumn Court too soon and they had turned on Azriel last night when he was left with them in the lounge? Cassian quickly dressed and paced down the hall to the kitchen only to find Azriel sitting at the table with their guests, freshed face and enjoying breakfast. Cassian waited all day for a chance to corner Azriel, to see where his head was at after returning from the continent. But the opportunity never came. The house was packed as they trained, had meals or sat and discussed court business. Once he thought he might have finally had a moment alone with the Shadowsinger as he approached the doors to the balcony Azriel had just entered. Only to find him there marveling at the fire Maril had conjured around his hand. At night Cassian would sit until his eyes drooped, until he had no choice but to retire to his room.

One night, he decided he was done waiting. He’d opened the door to Azriel’s room and made himself comfortable under the covers. Rhysand had sent Azriel to check in with his other court contacts and he wouldn’t return until late. Try to avoid me now Cassian thought as he’d rolled over and waited for the Spymaster to return.

Voices had woken Cassian from his sleep. He’d opened his eyes to see it was still dark outside, he must have only nodded off for a couple of hours. He’d frozen as he’d realised it was Azriel walking down the hall talking with Maril.

“I can show you if you’d like.” Azriel offered to the male as they’d approached. “That would be great yeah.” Maril seemed enthusiastic about whatever he’d just agreed to. “I’ll jus-” Azriel’s voice froze as he reached the doorway. Obviously taking in the large form of the War Lord in his bed. Cassian didn’t move, pretending to be asleep as Azriel took a step into the room. “Must’ve had too much to drink and missed his room by one.” He heard the Shadowsinger chuckle as he’d begun closing the door. “Guess you're swapping tonight!” Maril had laughed as their voices retreated back down the hall.

Cassian’s chest ached and tears pricked the corner of his eyes and a sob caught in the back of his throat. Was Azriel bringing that male to his bed? Would he have even said anything to Cassian if he did? In all the time they had been together, neither Illyrian had sought out other company, but should Cassian take the hint Azriel was clearly giving him this week?

------------------------------------ The final straw was when Cassian had walked on to the roof this morning ready to train, only to find Azriel and Maril sitting knee to knee on the ground. Both of them had their hands out, half a foot between them. Azriel’s shadows twisted and spun around his left hand and extended over Maril’s right. In Maril’s left hand his own flames and Cassian almost choked as he realised Marils flames were swirling around Azriel’s right. Cassian turned on his heel and left before he could fall to his knees, his legs almost giving out on him. He paced back and forth once he returned to his room.

Azriel hated flames. It took years for him just to sit still in the same room as an open fire. Cassian knew because he had worshiped the burn scars that lingered on the Shadowsinger’s body, and knew the mental scars that went along with them. He had convinced the Illyrian that it didn’t make Cassian see him any differently, that he still wanted him all the same. Not to mention he had always thought of Azriel’s shadows as an extension of the Illyrian himself. They rarely left his side, would only brush against the cheeks of family and, Cassian thought until now, had only curled around him. But did he even know Azriel anymore? This past week felt like he was a stranger. And fine if Azriel was moving on, had finally become bored of the Illyrian warrior with no extra fancy fae powers then he wouldn’t get in his way.

—---------------------- That’s how Cassian wound up taking his anger out on the training dummy in the warmth of the afternoon sun. He couldn’t stand to be inside on the last day of Eris’ visit, hearing the promises of an equivalent visit to the Autumn Court. Just Cassian’s fucking luck that he’d have to do this all over again sometime soon. He swung a right hook to the head as more skin split and beads of red appeared at his knuckles. He dropped his hands and decided he needed a better way to let off steam.

After quickly bathing and changing Cassian found himself breathing a little easier now he soared above Velaris in the first moments of twilight. He’d have to apologise to Rhys later for missing the formal goodbye to the visiting court but he couldn’t stand to watch any more interactions between Azriel and Maril. He knew he would stand their reading into every word, every flicker of emotion, wondering where he went wrong. Wondering why he was no longer enough to hold the Shadowsinger’s affections.

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Cassian found himself in a dark corner of Rita’s nursing his third drink. It wasn’t enough to even give him a buzz yet thanks to his Illyrian heritage but the night was still young. A tall fae male approached his table, slightly shorter than Azr-, nope he wasn’t thinking about that.

“Mind if I sit?” he motioned to the chair next to Cassian. “Sure.” Cassian nodded. The male had soft brown hair and his matching eyes flashed with pure lust as he took in the Illyrian. Cassian found that he didn’t quite mind the newfound attention. “Are you here with friends?” The male cast a look around the room. “Not tonight, you?” Cassian flexed his wings a little behind him in a small show of dominance. The male tracked the movement with a look of determination. “A few, but I don’t mind going home with someone else.” He smirked. Cassian felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand before he saw the male's face drop.

“He’s already got plans tonight.” Azriel’s gravelly voice sent chills down Cassian’s spine, but he mastered himself and spun in his seat to face the Shadowsinger. “I didn’t realise there was somewhere I needed to be?” Cassian professed, but it was too late. The male had already jumped up and disappeared into the crowd. Cassian didn’t blame him as he took in Azriel’s face. The lethal stare of the Night Courts Spymaster was focused upon him.

Azriel didn’t say any more as he reached out for Cassian’s arm and winnowed them away. It wasn’t a particularly polite exit from the bar, but Azriel had disappeared at a moment's notice enough times that most patrons didn’t bat an eye. They reappeared above the House of Wind and Cassian tore his arm from Azriel’s grip as they glided to the roof.

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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Azriel growled as they reached the ground.

“Enjoying a night out, what does it look like?” Cassian snapped. He turned to leave but a wall of dark shadows blocked his way. “How did you know where I was anyway?”

“I’ve had shadows tailing you since the night you fell asleep in my bed, if you’d bothered to notice.” Azriel huffed and folded his arms across his chest. And fuck, Cassian should have noticed that. Azriel had trained him to look for tails and spies, and had versed him in all the methods Azriel employed himself.

“Right,” Cassian chuckled darkly, turning to watch Azriel’s reaction. “Wouldn’t want to have your new fuck buddy accidently running into your old one.” Azriel’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you with him, with Maril” he spat the name. “Were you even going to say anything or was a heads up just too much effort?” “Cass..” Azriel’s arms dropped to his side “Maril was just a way in, a way to gather information for Rhys about the Autumn Court’s intentions, but then we got talking and found we had more in common than we thought.”

“Yeah, then when you tried to take him to bed I was in the way!” Cassian snarled. “You were awake?” Azriel looked surprised. He’d heard enough. He didn’t want to hear about Azriel’s new love story. He turned to the house brushing through Azriel’s shadows. “Cassian, wait let me explain.” Azriel’s steps traced Cassians but he kept striding for the door. Suddenly Azriel’s shadows were cutting in front of him forcing him to stop. “Don’t make me restrain you.” Azriel warned. Cassian turned on him then. “I’d like to see you try.” He seethed. Only two paces separated them as shadows continued to twirl and spin behind Cassian.

“Baby,” Azriel started softly, Cassian flinched at the regular pet name. “I didn’t try to take anyone to bed. Rhys was returning Maril to the house after a night out as I was coming back.” Cassian watched Azriel carefully as he explained, searching for the deception in his words. “He was happy to keep the evening going, we chatted as we walked and I was about to leave him at the door to change when we found you.” He took a step closer and Cassian held his ground.

“That morning, your shadows were..” Cassian's eyes fell to the centre of the roof, he couldn’t bring himself to repeat what he saw. “I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out. Maril noticed my scars.” Azriel held up his hands, palms turned down. “He told me about his own, also given to him by his brothers before he was old enough to master his abilities. They covered his arms. He told me it took years for him to not be afraid of what his own mind could conjure. He said that he could show me how to get over the fear. Use my own abilities to offset the sensation of flames on my skin. That’s what we were training to do that morning.”

“You didn’t tell me.” Cassian kept his eyes on the roof, he could feel the tears swelling in the back of his throat “You never came to me when you returned from the continent.” “Fuck Cass.” Azriel closed the distance between them then. Pulling Cassian's chin up so he could meet his eyes. “When I came back, an enemy was in our home. Not a real enemy, but a foreign court, a threat.” Azriel rubbed a thumb along Cassian’s jawline. “I shut down. I didn’t come to you because I couldn’t risk them finding out about you.” His voice dropped then, lowering to an almost whisper ”I can withstand a lot Cassian, Hel I’ve got enough scars to prove it. But I couldn’t let them figure out the one thing that could break me. The one thing they could use to get me to do anything. You.”

Cassian’s heart ached at the confession. The two of them had always been physical, yes, but so much had been left unsaid. Silent understandings in the night.

“I had to keep my distance, I couldn’t let anything slip. I was watching them while they were here, yes. But they were also watching us.” Azriel dropped his forehead to Cassian’s. “I made a joke that you were drunk as an excuse for you being in my bed that night, hoping Maril would buy it. I had some of my shadows trailing you after that just in case he saw through it.” He sighed. “They told me when that male sat down with you tonight.” Azriel pulled back then, hurt briefly flashed in his eyes and in that moment Cassian would have done anything to chase it away.

“I thought you were done, with us” Cassian’s mouth pulled down at the corners. “I thought you’d found someone more worthy of your time, a match to your extra abilities.” Cassian feebly waved his hand around mimicking Azriel’s shadow casting. “I just… I thought I had realized too late that what we had between us, it was never just about the physical release for me.” Cassian confessed, dropping his hand back to his side.

Azriel took up Cassian’s hand in his own and interlaced their fingers.

“It isn’t for me either. There will never be a better match for me than the Illyrian Warrior with seven red siphons, twins to my own.” He leaned in and nipped softly at Cassian’s lips. Azriel began trailing kisses down the War Lord’s jaw and started down his neck. Cassian almost let out a whine as the Shadowsinger pulled back. Eyes now dark and full of his own shadows. “You are mine." Azriel growled. "You don’t look at, touch or fuck anyone without my say so.” He rubbed his thumb along Cassian’s bottom lip. Cassian almost went to his knees right then and there. “And I am yours.” He dipped his head down and kissed Cassian fully.

#acotar #acotar fic #cazriel #cassianpov #cassian #azriel #cassian x azriel #azriel x cassian #bat boys

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sapphireillyrian · 16 days

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Hey fellow SJM tumblr fam! I’m finally taking the dive and I’m going to attempt to be as consistent on tumblr as I possibly can be. I have raging adhd and executive dysfunction problems so I tend to go in and out of feeling productive and creative, please be patient with me. But I’ve been really inspired as of late and I have a fic that I’ve been working on for the last few weeks that I’m super excited to start sharing. My asks and requests are open as well ❤️

Our Raven - Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Part One - Coming Soon!!!

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iplayameanfiddle · 4 months

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A Third Wheel Brings Extra Stability

Azriel and Cassian have secretly been taking each other as lovers for weeks. They want to tell Rhys, but he's just been so grouchy lately...

Chapter One.

18+. This is self-indulgent smut. Read the next chapter on ao3.

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Night fell on the House of Wind and Rhys was still in his study. Cassian and Azriel sat next to each other in front of the magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. The nightlife of Velaris was beginning to wake, lanterns lighting and the streets starting to crowd.

Cassian swirled the auburn whiskey in his glass, perfectly content with staying here in comfortable silence next to Azriel for the rest of the night, enjoying the company of one another until someone eventually retired to bed. But something was nagging at him.

Rhys had seemed so tired lately. Distant. His usual lively violet eyes fading into a dull plum. Still beautiful, but not so distinctly him. He had tried gently pressing the issue, asking Rhys with a light touch on the shoulder if there was anything he can do to help, but all he got was the grumbled out "I’m fine", and, "Stop being a mother hen."

"I’ll stop being a mother hen as soon as your complexion stops resembling that of an egg," he had told him, earning a pinch on his wing.

He glanced from the light glowing underneath the door to Rhysand’s study and back to Azriel’s casually neutral face, moonlight accentuating the peaks and dips of his cheekbones and jaw as he took a sip of his drink and watched the partygoers below.

“You’re staring,” Azriel grumbled, eyes still fixed downwards.

“You’re drinking very loudly,” he lied easily, watching a blush creep up Azriel’s neck, a pretty pale pink for a male who spends most of his life in the darkness of shadow.

He sharply turned in his seat. “I am not.”

Cassian flashes him a shit-eating grin, all gleaming white and pointed canines. “You are. You just couldn’t hear it over your own incessant gulping.”

“Your breathing is incessant.”

They stared at each other for a long moment wearing equal smirks, eyes narrowing in challenge. Perhaps they were both just tipsy enough to start a sparring match in the common area. As he contemplated his takedown, Cassian began to feel the full weight of Azriel’s stare, heavy like something was pushing down on his shoulders to keep him firmly planted in his seat. He squirmed.

Azriel’s lip quirked slightly in a smug grin, finally pulling away his gaze and shooting down the rest of his whiskey in one swallow. Cassian’s body began to feel lighter now that he was no longer under the weight of his brother’s sharp observation. But that lingering unease was still there, unable to be ignored for much longer. “Have you noticed the ..” he began, unsure of how to voice his concern over Rhys but knowing it was too late to take it back, “the weariness?”

Cassian was grateful that Azriel’s posture seemed to slacken in recognition. “Leadership is weary business,” Azriel said, resuming his survey of the city below, slowly turning his now empty glass on the armrest.

“This is different.”

Azriel thought for a moment. “Yes.”

“Should we d-” Rhys emerged from the study, starlight bathing him and soaking into his freshly combed hair. He was dressed well, in all black, with a fine jacket that helped accentuate his trim waist and powerful arms. The dark circles were still clinging to his eyes and his face was still an unusual pale, but his violet irises shone a little brighter. Hopeful.

“I’m going to Rita’s,” he said plainly, and yes, he did sound a bit chipper. Strange.

He was already halfway to the door before Cassian stood. “Let me grab my coat. I’ll go with you.”

Rhys stopped, turning to his brothers with a cautious smile that looked more like a grimace. “Don’t get your coat, Cassian.”

“Oh, is it warm tonight? I could just go in this,” he said, gesturing to his 'float like a bat. sting like a bat.' t-shirt.

Rhys’ face grew even more pained. Azriel stood and made his way over to Cassian, studying Rhysand’s face and clothing as he drew nearer. “He’s meeting someone,” he said bluntly.

That confused Cassian even more. “Well, then, we will both go with you,” he offered, waving a hand between himself and Azriel. “We should be present for Night Court business.”

“Cas-” Rhysand began, and for the first time in a long while, the High Lord of the Night Court seemed to be actively searching for the right words.

“He’s meeting someone,” Az said again, commanding Cassian’s attention.

Cassian stood perplexed for several moments. How could Rhys be so low energy, moping around for weeks and then suddenly want to meet someone at Rita’s? What changed? And, more importantly, who is this person? He’d been trying to get Rhys to go out somewhere, anywhere, with him to get his spirits back up, but he always said no. Was it him? Did he want to get away from him?

“Oh!” he said, connecting the dots, “Oh.” He plastered on a smile that didn’t even feel the slightest bit convincing. Rhys echoed it, anyway.

Azriel clapped a hand on Cas’ shoulder and led him back to the adjacent chairs overlooking the city, sitting him down and grabbing the bottle of whiskey to refill their glasses. As Azriel began pouring into his glass, Cassian called out to Rhys who was now almost too quietly trying to exit the house. “Enjoy yourself, Rhysie,” he mused.

Rhys rolled his eyes and the door clicked shut behind him.

Azriel resumed his place next to Cassian, liquor and emotions both renewed. Cassian turned to him once more, extending his glass like he was about to make a mocking toast until he saw that look on Azriel’s face. Quiet brooding. Always planning. Always assessing. “We’re going to follow him, aren’t we?”

Azriel stifled a smirk and clinked their glasses.

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broodybatboy · 2 years

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Therapist: Hello Azriel! Let's start with an easy one: how would you describe yourself?

Azriel: Vaguely broody. Deeply unsettling.

Cassian: *noises of protest*

Rhys: I mean... he's not wrong.

Cassian: *scoffs*

Cassian: Azriel is brave, super smart, and devilishly handsome. He has so much capacity for love.

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thesistersarcheron · 2 years

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Pairings: poly!Cassian/Nesta/Azriel, Feyre/Rhysand Ratings: E Words: 3,625 Read on AO3 here!

The morning after the Solstice party had been… good.

Unexpectedly so, Nesta thought as she sipped tea and picked at a breakfast spread with Feyre and Elain in the parlor of the River House. Both sisters still treaded cautiously around her, but their company was comforting in a way it hadn't been for years. Feyre carried the conversation, selecting easy topics with more tact than Nesta ever remembered her little sister possessing. All the while, she kept a tattooed hand on her swollen belly, murmuring quietly to the babe within during lulls in the conversation. Elain, to their joint dismay, was silent, and her eyes glazed over as stared out the window at the fogged greenhouse.

Still, Nesta appreciated the kind, soft gleam in Feyre’s eyes whenever she looked at her and the gentle hand Elain rested on her knee.

But as nice as it was to spend time with them, she still simmered with lust, as if last night hadn’t wholly sated her. As if Cassian hadn’t spent hours driving her to madness, holding her, making love to her, fucking her.

Utterly wrecking her for anyone else, just as he intended.

Forever.

But if she was expecting him to return to fly her to the House of Wind, she was sorely disappointed. Rhysand and Azriel winnowed into the house’s grand entryway shortly past noon, battered, bruised, and scowling heavily—sore losers through and through. Even that thought made something in Nesta’s chest ache, and she wished she could see Cassian lit up with victory.

She thought about how she might congratulate him on his victory...

A thunk pulled her out of the fantasy as Azriel shook a chunk of ice out of the folds of a wing. Rhys glared at him and strode into the parlor, pressing a reverent kiss to Feyre’s lips and stroking her bump. He allowed her to trace one of the purple welts forming along his jaw before turning to Nesta.

“Ready to head home?”

“Rhys,” Feyre scolded, and Nesta knew her sister only spoke aloud for her benefit. “It's still Solstice, and we were in the middle of a conversation.”

"Apologies, Feyre darling." Feyre's eyes went distant, the way they sometimes did when the two of them spoke mind-to-mind, and this time she didn't protest when her mate extended a hand toward Nesta. No, this time she flushed. "Happy Solstice, Nesta. May I have the honor of escorting you home?"

Traitor, thought Nesta, glaring at Feyre. She would rather climb all ten thousand steps than fly anywhere in Rhys's arms.

Azriel’s wings snapped shut, almost as if he read her mind.

Rhys didn’t turn toward him. His violet eyes glimmered at Nesta.

And Nesta could only watch as Azriel stalked into the room. He didn’t stop to greet Feyre or even nod to Elain, Elain, who cringed as whorls of darkness curled around the loveseat she and Nesta shared. He didn’t even look at the hand Rhys held out, though the High Lord’s shadow also contorted and crawled up his legs. Azriel passed them all, cutting a path to Nesta so clear that she was surprised that the rug beneath his feet didn't split in two.

It was such a change from the quiet courtesy, the subdued humor, that he typically exuded around their family that Nesta set her teacup down on an end table and braced herself.

For what, she didn’t know.

But Azriel simply stopped in front of her. He looked away only once, to glance at the small pack at her side holding her overnight essentials and the few Solstice gifts she had received last night and then up at Rhys.

"Careful, Rhys, or you'll be left to face Cassian's tender mercies."

Azriel's voice was so low, so flat that Nesta had to strain to hear him. Feyre gaped up at them both, and Rhys—

Rhys bristled, stepping between Azriel and Feyre with death in his eyes.

Azriel ignored him and turned to back Nesta, his face wiped clean of the cruel warning he'd directed at his brother. “Do you have everything?”

“I do.” Nesta nodded and stood. She shot a glance at Feyre around both Illyrians as she bent to gather her things, and Feyre lifted a single bemused brow.

"Good. Let's go."

Azriel didn't look away, didn't so much as glance at Elain when she finally looked away from the window and murmured a quiet Wait. Whether it was meant for him or Nesta would remain a mystery; Azriel offered an arm to her and spirited them away to the air above the House in a rush of cold shadow the moment she laid her hand on his.

She shrieked as they plummeted, but Azriel had already caught her in a stone-solid grip and his wings snapped out to catch the wind. He circled the training ring once, twice, banking slowly while Nesta cursed him viciously, and they landed with a gentleness that she knew Rhys and Cassian both weren’t capable of.

Nesta aimed a punch at his arm the moment he set her on her feet. “What the hell?!"

Azriel didn’t even try to justify himself with a response. He simply caught her fist and twisted it gently. His shadows darkened when she stumbled, still unbalanced by the shock of the fall. Nesta felt herself flush as heat welled up between her legs at the first skin-on-skin contact she'd had since Cassian had left her in bed that morning, sore and aching for more.

She grit her teeth and wrested her fist from his grip. "I'd appreciate a little warning next time.”

Her thoughts took on a more desperate bent. Not Cassian, not Cassian, he's not Cassian.

Azriel didn’t follow as she widened her stance and put space between them. He didn’t try to knock her on her ass in the middle of the training ring like he did at least once most mornings. He just glared, jaw clenched, entirely unamused.

Nesta huffed. If he wanted a staring contest, he could have it. She wasn’t about to let a pissy, overgrown bat get his way just because he was a sore loser. She had done nothing to earn his ire.

But his hazel eyes, so similar to—

He’s not Cassian. No one else. Ever.

She held Azriel's gaze until the fight seemed to go out of him, his shadows drifting out of the weak winter sunlight and into the House. He didn’t sigh, didn’t drop his tense shoulders, he didn't even seem to breathe, but his eyes softened. Nesta forced herself to follow suit.

She was all too familiar with the cool rage seeping out of him—and even more familiar with the regret playing across his face now.

He looked away first.

"Your enemies won't give you a warning," he said in the same flat, midnight-dark tone he had used with Rhys.

Nesta swallowed. Whatever stirred Az's anger, the despair Nesta now recognized in his blank stare, ran deeper than a snowball fight. No, she watched Az lose sparring matches to Cassian every day, and each time he still seemed to come out on top, taunting and teasing until Cassian threw down another challenge—one Az could win. What he'd said to Rhys, the way he hadn't so much as glanced at Feyre and the babe, how he'd ignored Elain...

She reached out her hand.

"But you're not my enemy, Az."

Azriel looked at her hand and then up to her. He was stone-faced again.

"Do you..." Nesta paused, suddenly feeling awkward, unpracticed. She thought about what Cassian would say, what Gwyn or Emerie might do. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Azriel blinked at her, but he shook his head. After a moment he dipped his chin in a silent farewell and, without another word, retreated after his shadows, his wings stiff and pale with the cold. A dark glint under the talon of one caught her attention before he could fully retreat into the stairwell.

“Your wing is bleeding.”

Azriel didn’t even lift a hand to check.

And so Nesta spent the rest of the day in quiet, dragging solitude.

She took her lunch in her room, attempting to finish A Brief History of the Great Sieges, which wasn’t brief at all. She didn’t make it far before longing for Cassian, who her mind superimposed onto every fearsome, legendary warrior in the damned book, drove her near to insanity. To avoid temptation, she went to the library and practiced her Mind-Stilling until the fire burned down to embers, breathing deeply as each sound crashed against her. She ate dinner staring at the glowing coals and listening to the Symphonia, and when she picked up her book again, she thought she might finally finish it.

She was wrong. Desperately wrong.

With Azriel having disappeared completely into some dark corner of the House, all Nesta had to occupy her time was her music, her book, and the maddening desire she couldn’t seem to shake.

Instead of finishing her book, she ended up stretched out and shivering on the couch, one hand between her legs as the other clutched the Symphonia to her chest.

Only the thought of Azriel walking in on her roused her long enough to lick herself off her fingers and retreat to her bedroom, where she did it all over again until she was too exhausted to miss Cassian.

She was grateful for Az’s black mood the next morning when he ran them through a series of brutal drills. But even when they collapsed, Gwyn huffing out prayers to the Mother and Emerie muttering threats as Azriel hauled her up for the trip back to Windhaven, all Nesta felt was the same razor-edged lust.

When he returned, his grim scowl didn’t lighten as he regarded the two boneless females sprawled out on the floor of the training ring. Nevertheless, he seemed to take pity, racking the wooden swords they had used as lap markers and bringing them each a cup of water.

Nesta poured the cup directly over her head.

“Lunch?” she asked, looking between them. If someone, anyone, would join her, distract her…

“No,” Gwyn sputtered, gasping for breath as she finished gulping down her own. “I need to clean up and get back to the library before Merrill blows the stacks down looking for me.”

“Az?”

Azriel shook his head. "Work."

If Nesta were a weaker female, she would have groaned at the thought of being left alone with her dizzying need. Or perhaps she was the weaker female, because a thrill shivered through her as she thought of everything she could do without anyone in the House to interrupt.

Azriel’s jaw clenched, and Nesta caught a glimpse of the long-suffering grimace he wore when Cassian was home to work her up. Gwyn’s cheeks, already flushed with exertion, went impossibly pinker.

Az pinned her with a look, and Nesta cursed their ridiculous fae senses.

NotCassiannotCassiannotCassian.

"I'll be home after dinner," he muttered, surely for her own benefit, and launched himself into the sky.

Nesta threw a hand over her eyes, unable to watch as he all but threw himself off a mountain to escape her.

"Well, at least Illyrians are good for one thing," Gwyn giggled and pushed herself up on shaky legs. “Those wings stir up a nice breeze."

Nesta groaned. "Just go."

"I thought you'd be harder to embarrass, you know, after the past few months." Gwyn nudged her thigh with the tip of her toe. "Between Cassian and Emerie, I'm sure it's nothing the shadowsinger doesn't already know."

Nesta sucked in a breath. "Gwyneth."

Gwyn snickered. "I'll let Clotho know you need the afternoon off.”

And the most mortifying part? She did.

Nesta powered through her lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed with her hand between her legs, skimming through her novels for the juiciest parts. When the sun began to set, she dug through the bag she left on her nightstand to find the ingenious little faelight Azriel had given her for Solstice.

Azriel. Her cheeks burned. Her fingers slowed. Shame washed through her, and the book and faelight bounced off her coverlet and to the floor. She shouldn't even be thinking the name, shouldn't be able to with the way her mind had spent the entire afternoon turning every dashing rogue and scandalous rake into Cassian.

Mother above, what had he thought of her after this afternoon? Never had she been so, so...

Not without Cassian to rile her up, at least. Azriel had had his share of close calls when it came to the two of them together, but she had never...

Resolved, mood ruined, Nesta turned off the little faelight and dragged herself to the bathing room. She needed to make an appearance. Needed to act like a rational, sensible adult. Needed to sit down and have a collected conversation with Az. And she would. She could. If her suspicions were correct, he needed a friend right now, and Cassian was...

Cassian was...

Not here.

And it was late, so Azriel would be home.

Nesta scrubbed herself until her skin was red, slipped on a simple dress, and began her hunt.

She didn’t bother trying to be stealthy as she strode through the halls, glancing into rooms as she passed. She kept an eye out for any shadows that seemed out of place, but Azriel either hadn’t returned home yet, or he was keeping a tight leash on his power.

Intuition—or maybe her absurd libido—drew her to the suite of rooms he and Cassian shared.

She let herself into Cassian’s bedroom first, and the undiluted scent of him nearly sent her to her knees. The cloak he had worn to the party was thrown over a chair, and Nesta had to clench her fists to keep from snatching it up and burying her face in it. She held her breath, looking around the room for something to distract her, to keep her from ruining all the effort she had gone through while bathing.

There.

A novel, one that had gone missing from her stack in the House’s library.

Her heart would have burst with tenderness at the thought of Cassian reading her books if he hadn’t left it cracked open, face down on his nightstand. The spine…

Nesta felt a cool wash of silvery, slippery rage trickle down her back.

The spine of her book was cracked. In multiple places.

She crossed the room with her teeth bared and set the book to rights. She didn’t bother to mark Cassian’s page—a small payment for the destruction the great brute wreaked on her poor book.

Before she could do anything more drastic, like chucking the book off Cassian’s balcony and buying a new copy altogether, she turned on her heel and made for his shared sitting room.

Azriel wasn’t there. The fire was crackling in the hearth, a few knives sat beside a whetstone on the mantle, and the stack of reports that seemed to follow Az everywhere he went sat on the coffee table, but the spymaster himself was nowhere to be found.

She debated with herself as she crossed to his bedroom door before deciding that she was too desperate for company that she didn’t care if she woke him up, but no one answered when she knocked.

Nesta suspected she wouldn’t find him unless he wanted her to.

She let herself back into Cassian's room, collapsing on the untouched bedspread and burying her face in his pillow.

Her resolve to ignore the ache between her legs didn’t last long after that.

The next morning, she was relieved to wave Azriel off when he held out a hand to take Emerie back to Windhaven.

If he hadn't had five centuries of experience with stealth, Azriel would have groaned when Nesta slipped into the shared room between his and Cass's rooms, and not just because his glass of whiskey—stolen, of course, from Rhys's stores—disappeared when the door opened.

Instead, Azriel only sunk deeper into the shadows around his chair.

Nesta’s hair was wet and loose around her shoulders, and her freshly bathed, damp skin amplified the scent of her arousal.

Sweet, female arousal, uncut by the scent of any male.

His shadows had slithered up to the House yesterday morning hissing of mating bonds and pillow talk, and he supposed the events of the past few days confirmed it.

Azriel thought Cassian had to be the stupidest, noblest male he knew to resist the frenzy. His brother knew how uneasy Nesta was with their bond, the combined grief and disgust that reared its ugly head whenever Nesta was forced to confront her new life, her new body, but...

But to leave her, smelling like that, just after their bond snapped...

His own mate.

Hot, sickening envy burned down Azriel's throat just as strongly as the whiskey had.

He wanted, Cauldron, he wanted.

He watched Nesta pad across the floor in her stockings and rap on his door, but he saw Elain. He could sketch out the shape of her now, soft where Nesta was sharp, petite where her sister was tall; their golden-brown hair was the same shade, their skin the same ivory. Would she call his name through the door like that? Would her tongue trip over the syllables, or would it fall off her lips? Would her scent be as enticing as it was Solstice night? After she'd spent an entire day in a frenzy?

He buried his head in his hands. If only that were Elain, lovely Elain, seeking him out. Elain, glowing golden in her garden, saving his wings from Hybern's mutts, giving him his first Solstice gifts in decades that had any thought behind them. He had done his best to avoid her and her mate for a year, filling his days with Valkyrie training and gathering intel on the continent, but the temptation to seek her out was unbearable.

Mother above, the Archeron sisters. Feyre had read him like an open book the moment she met him during that first family dinner. Even Nesta seemed preternaturally attuned to his moods now, in a way his family had rarely been; he had been blindsided when she sidled up to him at his lonely post in the doorway at the party. And Elain...

You believe she should be your mate?

He just wanted a mate, any mate, his mate.

Hell, someone else's mate.

Lucien. Lucien may have a Cauldron-blessed bond with Elain, but he didn't have a claim on her. He didn't own her heart, and he didn't dictate her choices. Just as Feyre threw herself into danger without giving Rhys a moment's notice, just as Nesta fixed her mind and refused to budge even when Cassian goaded her, Elain would not be controlled by her mate. Nor, Azriel suspected, any male.

He nearly snarled at the thought.

But then he felt foolish. Three brothers, three sisters. Which Archeron sister would let her fate be ruled by such a trite idea? Which among them had ever given the Cauldron a day's peace, much less a male? Feyre left Rhys bleeding in the mud when she found out about her bond, and then she'd spent months trying to destroy the oversized cookpot. Nesta stole such power from the Cauldron that it loathed her, and she refused to even acknowledge her connection to Cassian. Elain had outright ignored the visions that damned thing sent her, just as she still ignored Lucien.

No matter how open she had been to his advances, Azriel knew Elain would not bow to his true desire. Not even if she had the means to make it reality.

You believe she should be your mate?

He scrubbed a scarred hand over his face as Nesta finally turned away from his door. She crossed behind him this time—a small mercy—and disappeared into Cassian's room.

Yes. Yes, he'd wanted it so badly that he threw rocks and ice at his own brother's head in a fit of petty jealousy. He and Rhys had their share of arguments over the centuries, but lately the battles between them only grew in fervor.

Azriel remembered the day his shadows tore across the city to find him. He remembered throwing together a basic survival pack as Cassian flew Nesta out of the range of Rhys's rage. He had wanted, even then, even confronted by the sheer panic that radiated between his brother and himself, someone to worry about half as much. He had watched, his heart twinging, as he made sure they passed safely through the wards around Velaris. He couldn't help but tear into Rhys when he winnowed to the River House to buy them time, even as Feyre blazed into the study in a righteous fury and tore into them both.

And, hell, he wanted even when Feyre threw book after book at Rhys. So much so that Azriel didn't even duck when she threw a book at him.

When Cassian handed Nesta off to him for a dance at the ball, his chest had ached with that same longing. He had danced a thousand waltzes in the Court of Nightmares as Rhys's father's spymaster, but that night he thought he might trip over his feet as he held his brother's mate.

That night, just before the longest of the year, he had wanted.

The centuries-old ache of wanting to have someone the way Rhys had Feyre and Cassian had Nesta had been too much for him as Solstice rolled around again.

And what had he gotten for acting on it? An argument with his brother, bruised wings, and lovely Elain, face drawn and flinching away from his shadows this morning.

Azriel's chest ached with wanting.

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rambling-val · 2 years

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Shameless self-promotion

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It’s a Cazriel fic and you can find it here on ao3!

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nebarious · 21 days

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Hybern: *points at y/n* We have your lover

Rhys: *looks at y/n* You have a lover?

Y/N: I wish

Hybern: Then who is the one who can't stop talking about how beautiful you are ? Or how melodic your laugh is or whenever he enters a room he always looks for you first because, according to him, your presence alone brings him peace and how that damn smile can make him feel this whole zoo in his stomach and he can't help but imagine how it feels like to kiss those lips and don't get him started with those eyes

Hybern: We had enough, so we didn't let him get started with those eyes

Cassian: Oh my god, they have Azriel!

Y/N: *looks at rhys* Now, if you get him back, I'll have a lover

Feyre: So none of you is concerned that hybern literally has azriel?

Cassian: Knowing him, he let them catch him so he can make someone confess his love for y/n cause he's too scared to do it himself

Hybern: He used us as wingman?

Rhys: Yeah. Just finish talking to him he is on his way home

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KINKTOBER

Hi! Here is my kinktober masterlist, it's my first time trying to do this trend, so I hope you like my writing. I'll later post a question for you all to anwer, to see who you want the last one about. Hope you like it. I'll try my best <;33

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Hate sex with Regulus Black

Dirty talk with Dean Winchester

Sex pollen with Azriel

Daddy kink with Steve Harrington

Body worship with Rhysand

Size kink with Sam Winchester

Orgasm denial with James Potter

Public sex with Nyx Acheron

Somnophilia with Regulus Black

Thigh-riding with Cassian

Breeding with Remus Lupin

Tit-fucking with Dean Winchester

Caught masturbation with Steve Harrington

Innocent with Remus Lupin

Brat taming with Eris Vanserra

Toys with Sirius Black

Mommy kink with Nesta Acheron

Lingerie with Rhysand

Overstimulation with James Potter

Face sitting with Sam Winchester

Praise kink with Sirius Black

Corruption with Priest!Sam Winchester

Shadow play with Azriel

Spanking with Remus Lupin

Car sex with Dean Winchester

Threesome with Nesta Acheron and Cassian

Omegaverse with Dean Winchester

Cockwarming with Eris Vanserra

Phone sex with Sam Winchester

Bondage with Azriel

Roleplay with REGULUS BLACK (chosen by you)

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itsswritten · 1 month

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wings

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader, IC (platonic) x reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+, smut, P in V, lots of fluff

Summary: Who would've thought that your found family would be so captivated by your hidden wings? As they reminisce about their first glimpses of your ethereal secret, you realise just how cherished and adored you truly are.

"I distinctly remember," Mor began, her voice filled with excitement, drawing not only your attention from the comforting cocoon of Azriel's arms, but also the rooms. She sat opposite you, a slight mischief twinkling in her eyes as she leaned forward.

You were all nestled in one of the many living rooms at the House of Wind.

Under the flickering faelight, you sat beside Azriel– your mate. His large presence ever the comfort, as he enveloped you in his arms. His fingers, tracing intricate patterns through your hair, each touch sending ripples of relaxation through your body.

If it weren't for the loudness of your friends and family, their remarks not failing to echo through the room, Azriel’s touch alone could have lulled you into a blissful slumber.

"It was a surprise for sure," Feyre chimed in, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as she glanced over at your slightly confused expression. Sensing your distraction, Azriel reluctantly released his hold on you, joining the conversation with a gentle touch of his hand settling on the small of your back.

"My experience was quite a shock," Cassian added with a grin.

“Mine, I have to say is one I’d like to forget” Rhys grimaced as Feyre gave him an annoyed knowing look.

Amren, rolled her eyes at her family's theatrics. "You all make such a big deal out of everything," she remarked, her tone dry.

Your brows furrowed as you pieced together the fragments of the conversation, realisation dawning as Mor's words began to paint a vivid picture.

The topic of discussion? The first time they laid eyes on your beautiful wings.

𓇢𓆸

Mor, Feyre and Nesta.

It was one of Feyre’s first nights out since welcoming Nyx into the world; she’d been dying for a night off. Craving the simple joys of the company of her girlfriends. Sensing her desperation for a night to let loose, you, Mor, and Nesta had taken it upon yourselves to orchestrate the perfect girls night out for your High Lady.

The night quickly unfolded into a flurry of laughter and dancing. Drinks were spilled, songs were sung. Rita’s being your chosen sanctuary for the night. You all let yourselves get lost in the music and infectious energy of the bar. Drinks were flowing freely, and the hours quickly slipped away like grains of sand in an hourglass.

It wasn’t until the sun had started to rise again that you all quickly realised you needed to get home. You’re not sure how in their drunken states, but Mor and Feyre had successfully managed to winnow you all back to River House, all collapsing in a giggling heap in the foyer.

A fit of laughter overtook the group as you stumbled and pushed, trying to untangle yourselves from one another. You managed to push yourself onto unsteady feet, only to trip over Nesta’s dress and stumble back onto Mor. With your balance faltering, a shimmer of magic danced through the air as your wings burst forth, a kaleidoscope of iridescent pink hues unfurling into the air. Your wings, delicate and light, burst with specs of fairy dust that glowed around you.

The room fell silent, the trio frozen in awe at the sight before them. Then, like a spell breaking, laughter bubbled forth, filling the space with joyous echoes. Mor's eyes sparkled with delight as she pulled you into an embrace, Feyre's lips curled into a grin, and even Nesta couldn't help but crack a smile.

"You sneaky thing," Mor teased, reaching out to brush her fingers against the delicate wings "Keeping such beauty hidden away."

“I bet Azriel loves keeping this side of you to himself,” Nesta purred, her voice laced with mischief as something provocative glinted in her eyes.

You responded with a playful stick-out of your tongue at Nesta, before turning your attention to Mor and Feyre, who were now a pair of mesmerised females, giggling like children as they reached out to touch this new part of their friend they had never seen before.

They had always known you had wings, from the type of fae you were, but you had always kept them hidden and they never dared to ask for you to reveal them.

"Hands off!" you exclaimed, your voice a blend of amusement and mock outrage as you swatted and smacked at their approaching fingers, the sound of laughter echoing through the halls.

Of course, they respectfully obeyed your wishes, but there was a warmth that filled their chests as you all stumbled arms wrapped around one another through the house, enjoying a new part of their friend that had been revealed.

𓇢𓆸

Cassian.

Cassian's mischievous streak knew no bounds, especially when it came to playing pranks on you. He found something undeniably endearing about your reactions, and there was a certain satisfaction when he knew these teasing antics could also annoy Azriel too.

On this particular day, you were busy in the kitchen, practising a cake recipe that Elain had shared with you. Determined to make the perfect cake for Azriel's upcoming birthday, you meticulously measured ingredients, oblivious to the looming presence of your giant friend.

Cassian's eyes twinkled with mischief as he saw his chance to play. With careful grace, he approached, holding his breath before unleashing his voice.

"BOO!" His voice boomed across the room, his figure looming over you with a triumphant grin.

Startled, you spun around in a flurry of flour, heart racing in your chest at the sudden noise. And then, in a moment of surprise, your magic wavered, and your wings unfurled in a burst of ethereal light.

The room fell silent as Cassian's eyes widened in disbelief, laughter fading into awe at the sight before him. "What in the Cauldron," he breathed, barely a whisper, his finger pointing at the delicate appendage. "What are those?"

You fluttered your wings away, annoyance evident in your voice as you retaliated with a playful toss of flour in his direction. "Cassian!" you exclaimed.

"YOU HAVE WINGS!" Cassian's excitement was palpable, his grin spreading from ear to ear.

"Of course I have wings, I'm a fairy," you retorted, arms outstretched in exasperation.

“AZRIEL…YOUR MATE HAS WINGS” he screamed knowing his vibrating voice would find his brother.

Azriel materialised from the shadows, concern evident in his eyes as he approached, brushing away the flour that had settled on your face. His expression shifted to admiration as he took in the sight of your wings shimmering behind you.

"Stop tormenting my mate, Cass," Azriel scolded gently, his protective instincts kicking in as he pulled you into a soft embrace, his lips pressing to the top of your head.

"She has wings!" Cassian exclaimed once more, disbelief colouring his tone. There was a touch of annoyance, as he realised he may have been the only one to not know this about you.

Cassian, like a moth attracted to a light, reached his giant hand out again wanting to get close to the wings that were so unlike his own.

"No touching" Azriel growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. Cassian withdrew his hand, a hint of disappointment flickering across his features as he chewed his lip in an attempt to avoid pouting.

"So does this mean... we can go flying together?" Cassian asked as the revelation came to his mind, excitement bubbling in his voice.

Your brow quirked slightly, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as a small smirk tugged at your lips. Cassian watched you carefully, anticipation written across his features, while Azriel pulled away knowingly.

You nodded slowly, a challenge evident in your gaze. "I’ll race ya," you declared, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

With that, you pushed past Cassian and darted out of the room, your wings fluttering gracefully as you made your way to the nearest balcony. Without hesitation, you leaped off the edge and into the open air, the wind rushing past you as you soared into the night sky.

Cassian was quick to follow, a grin spreading across his face as he embraced the exhilarating freedom of flight. And not far behind him, Azriel joined the fray, his own wings beating with a steady rhythm as he soared through the air.

Together, you three took to the skies, weaving and darting through the night sky.

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Rhys and Nyx.

“And stretch them out…That’s it my boy” Rhys spoke proudly as he watched his son in front of him stretch and extend his wings.

You had found yourself in the company of one of Rhys’ flying lessons, nestled on one of the chaise lounges on the balcony, a book in hand as you half-read, half-watched your High Lord teaching his son how to use his wings.

Nyx, though perhaps still a little too young to fly, was eager to learn. So desperate to be like his father and uncles. With Rhys' guidance, he tentatively stretched out his wings, mimicking his father's movements under the watchful gaze of the night sky.

Rhys, a picture of fatherly pride, stood by Nyx's side, his attention unwavering—until a sudden commotion from inside drew his focus for just a fleeting moment. In that brief lapse of attention, the sudden gust of wind caught Nyx and his perfectly poised wings off guard, sending him teetering towards the edge, a gasp escaping his lips.

Instinct surged through you like a bolt of lightning as your wings burst forth in a flurry of motion, carrying you across the expanse with a grace honed over centuries. With swift precision, you swooped in, catching Nyx in your embrace just as he hovered on the brink of danger.

Wide-eyed and breathless, Nyx looked up at you in awe, his innocent admiration pulling at the strings of your heart. "Pwetty," he murmured, his wonder mirrored in the glow of your own wings, illuminated by the moonlight.

You wasted no time in safely landing back onto the balcony, Rhys rushing to your side with bewilderment and shock etched on his features as a torrent of thank-yous spilled from his lips.

As Nyx pawed at your wings, you carefully fluttered them away from his reach, mindful of their delicate nature. Rhys, after the scare of what had just happened, or almost happened. Took a moment to truly appreciate the sight of your wings— beautiful and light, shimmering a pink glow that was a stark contrast to his own.

His relief was short-lived, however, as it became apparent that Feyre had witnessed the entire ordeal. With a swift scolding, she whisked Nyx from your arms, sending you a silent 'thank you' before retreating inside, cradling her son protectively.

"No flying lessons with Daddy from now on," Feyre scolded directly at her mate before she cooed at her son again. "What would we have done if Auntie Y/N hadn't been here?" she mused aloud, her words lingering in the night air.

Rhys glanced over at you, questions swirling in his head at how you had so quickly been there to rescue their son from danger.

"They may be more delicate than your wings, but I am quicker, swifter, and more agile than you big Illyrian babies will ever be," you teased lightly, your words carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Thank the Cauldron you are," Rhys breathed with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the depths of his gratitude. You gently patted his shoulder before ushering him inside.

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Azriel.

“Gods you are beautiful” Azriel groaned, sweat beading down his temple as he looked at you. Your own eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you continued to ride your mate.

You had both finally and officially accepted the mating bond, preparing Azriel’s favourite meal as a gesture of your acceptance. He had eagerly devoured the food, the golden thread connecting you both deeper and stronger than you ever thought possible.

You had felt his emotion rippling towards you that night. There was a sense of overwhelming gratitude, a deep-seated appreciation for finally having someone who understood him in ways no one else ever could. There was a feeling of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, knowing that he had found someone who truly accepted him for who he was.

But above all, there was a profound sense of belonging—a feeling of being chosen, not just as a lover, but as a partner, a confidant, a soulmate.

As the night progressed, things escalated quickly. Your bodies entwined in a passionate frenzy. Finally, after months of yearning and longing, you found yourselves in each other's arms.

You straddled him, your breasts flushed against his hard chest, in an unbreakable embrace as his hands tightly gripped your lower back, moving with you as you rode out a dance of pleasure. His large wings stretched behind him, twitching slightly as a sign of his impending release.

"You feel so perfect, angel," he purred against your neck, peppering it with soft kisses before pulling away to watch your face.

Your features were contorted in a mix of pleasure and desire, moans escaping from your lips as you steadily climbed towards climax. His rhythm became deeper and more intense, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Azriel..." you moaned out his name, throwing your head back and arching your body as ecstasy coursed through you.

“That’s it my love, that’s it…”

Azriel’s words got stuck in this throat as he watched you reach the peak of bliss, the air around you suddenly seemed to shimmer and a soft ethereal light enveloped your beings. Azriel's eyes widened in awe at the magnificent sight before him. Glowing iridescent wings sprouted from your back, their delicate pink hues dancing in the dim light of your chamber. They fluttered gently, casting a mesmerising glow that bathed both of you in a radiant aura of magic.

Filled with wonder and awe, he was sent over the edge, his own release filling you as he held the most ethereal being in his arms.

"So beautiful..." Azriel breathed out, almost in disbelief as he couldn't fathom how you could be any more breathtaking than you already were.

Your wings twitched and fluttered as you rode out the waves of pleasure, the intensity of the moment slowly subsiding as you rested your forehead against Azriel's, your breaths mingling in the intimate space between you. A blush crept across your cheeks as you realised what you had just revealed to him in your most vulnerable and intimate moment. The soft glow of your wings gradually settled, the dust they had created floating gently around the room like stardust.

"Azriel... I..." you began, your voice barely a whisper, emotions swirling within you like a tempest.

But before you could find the words to express the depth of your feelings, Azriel's firm yet gentle voice cut through the air, his eyes flickering with warmth and adoration as he spoke.

"Let me say it first," he insisted, his arms tightening around you in a comforting embrace. "You are my guiding light in the darkness, my entire soul's devotion...I..- I love you."

Your wings, now settled and slightly slumped with the weight of the moment, trembled at his words, the warmth in your chest swelling with each syllable he uttered. Tears welled in your eyes, reflecting the tear that had already spilled from Azriel's.

"I love you, Azriel," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I am yours forever, in this life and the next."

Your lips found one another again, bodies and souls intertwining under the soft glow of your wings.

𓇢𓆸

As your friends reminisced about the first time they saw your wings, Azriel, ever the gentleman, only vaguely danced around his recollection. He shared that it had been when you accepted the mating bond for him. The vague blush that covered your cheeks was enough to dissuade further inquiry from your friends.

"Am I the only one who didn't realise you had wings?" Cassian asked incredulously, only to be met with a pillow thrown by Mor.

"You really need to brush up on your Fae race history and anatomy if you didn’t know she had wings" she teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"I can’t believe it all had to be so dramatic though," Amren remarked. "I simply asked her to show me the first week we met, and she obliged."

You smiled nervously at Amren's confession, feeling the weight of your friends' stares.

"So you're saying we could have just asked all this time?" Feyre exclaimed.

You chuckled sheepishly. "I only hide them because they’re delicate... and you guys can be, well…"

"We can be what?" Mor's gaze teased as she leaned in closer.

Instinctively, you moved closer to Azriel for protection, but he seemed to find humour in the situation.

"Clumsy... not always spatially aware," you admitted with a sheepish grin.

"Is that so?" Cassian drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at Mor.

"Show us your wings then," Nesta declared bluntly, slightly frustrated that Amren had gotten one up on her by simply asking you.

"No," you replied firmly, not wanting to suddenly bend to their will.

Cassian and Mor exchanged a knowing look, a mischievous plan forming between them. Without warning, they both lunged at you, their playful attack catching you off guard.

You cried out for Azriel's help, but to your dismay, he seemed to be thoroughly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before him. Cassian's firm grip on your wrists pulled you closer to him, while Mor's embrace from behind left you feeling both trapped and ticklish.

"Not spatially aware, huh?" Mor teased, her fingers jabbing playfully at your waist, eliciting a cascade of laughter from you.

Your please for assistance only seemed to amuse Azriel further, his smirk betraying the mischief dancing in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he chuckled, his voice laced with mirth. “But the outcome of this is one you know I love seeing.”

Your friends playful assault only continued, your giggles filling the room. And in the midst of it all, your wings unfurled, revealing the delicate, pink membranes that had been the topic of conversation for the past hour.

They fluttered from your back, casting a glowing aura across the room and around you. They resembled delicate petals kissed by the soft hues of dawn, shimmering an iridescent pink that mesmerised anyone who laid eyes on them.

“There she is…” Azriel murmered under his breath. A fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could feel the pride filling his chest as he watched you, gazing at your beautiful wings in all their ethereal glory.

But it wasn’t just your mate gazing at your with love.

No, your family found themselves grinning ear to ear, looking at you with admiration as they watched you glow.

A glow they were forever grateful for.

a/n: not really my best work, but just some loveliness for you all to read! It was an idea I came up with that I instantly dumped on @illyrianbitch (as I always do) and she thought it was a sweet enough idea to write, so here it isssss!! Enjoy my loves <3

Hopefully will resume series writing soon - Lottie x

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domestic bliss

pairing: Azriel x fem reader

word count: 4.5k words

warning: suggestive language but no actual smut. just lots and lots of fluff!

summary: a series of scenes that give an insight into the domestic bliss you had built with your mate

a/n: oh my goshhh thank you so much for all the love and so sorry I've been a bit MIA. I'm in the middle of a couple of wips that I'm struggling to piece together so wanted to give you something quick whilst I get my act together. I hope you enjoy it loves 🫶🏻

Part 2

A soft breeze and warm sunlight trickled into the room through the open floor-to-ceiling doors leading out to your room's balcony. The sounds of the birds chirping outside and the busy city below created a peaceful atmosphere that soothed your soul as you lay stretched out on your bed, book in hand.

A noise akin to a purr escaped the lips of the fae male sprawled across your body, head resting gently on your stomach, as you combed your fingers through his luxurious midnight black curls. Your lips tilted up in an affectionate smile as you continued to soak up the words on your page. As you gently scraped your fingernails along his scalp, another deep groan elicited, leaving you giggling and your toes curling.

Sundays like this were your favourite. Slow, lazy and steady. Filled with quiet moments of simplicity. When Azriel wasn't busy off doing god knows what, god knows where, and you didn't have to attend any stuffy meetings or pour over lengthy negotiations and treaties as the emissary of the Night Court. When your mate could spend the day with you lounging in bed, just enjoying each other's presence.

"Why did you stop?" Az grumbled as you lifted your hand away from his head.

"I was turning the page, dummy." You chuckled at him.

"Well, hurry up."

"Big Illyrian baby," you cooed, a soft yelp leaving your lips when you felt Azriel gently bite down on the stretch of bare skin he was resting on. A satisfied sound left his lips—and caused your eyes to roll—when he felt your fingers back in his hair.

You, however, couldn't help the pulse of love and affection you sent down the bond when the next time you had to turn the page, one of his shadows appeared to do it for you.

Another chapter of your book was read before he spoke again, dispersing the soft, comfortable silence that had fallen between you. You had been convinced he had fallen asleep as you played with his hair.

"When do you go to the Court of Nightmares?" He mumbled against your skin, his lips pursing to kiss your hip quickly.

"Tomorrow." You sighed. It was your least favourite job as the official emissary, the one you dreaded doing every couple of weeks. Like Mor, you had been born under that particular mountain, crafted in its dark shadows, a dreamer bred to be a nightmare. It had taken years of wit and cunning to get to a position to meet the High Lord, years of barely surviving until you could petition him for a job—anything to get out of there.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He lifted his head slightly, his hazel eyes meeting yours. Silver nearly lined your eyes as you took in his soft, gentle expression. Azriel understood just how much going there took out of you. He knew that you would return home hollow and would require the rest of the night to be cooped up in bed with his arms around you.

He also recognised that you could absolutely do it alone. That you didn't need him beside you. You were strong enough to face your past head-on and would leave whatever meeting you were attending with Rhys and Feyre with the winning cards in your hand. But that didn't stop him from offering a comforting hand to hold throughout your time there.

"Please." You whispered. His lips stretched into a gentle smile as he lifted his body off you to scoot up the bed and press his lips to yours in a loving kiss.

"Of course, my love." And you knew that was that. No explanations, no words needed to be exchanged with Rhys. When it was time to travel to the Court of Nightmares, you would find your mate beside you, a reassuring hand in your own as he stood quietly beside you.

Azriel could see the tumultuous thoughts flitting across your brain, so he did the only thing he could. He bent down once again to press his lips to yours, pouring as much love and affection as he could down that beautiful, gleaming bond you shared.

Kissing Az never got boring, even after all these years together. He captured your bottom lip in his plush, slightly chapped lips, tugging slightly to elicit a soft groan from you, which he swallowed with his mouth. You lifted your arms to circle his neck, gently playing with the soft hairs there - your book long discarded and falling to the floor. He sighed against you as he wrapped his arms around your bare torso, pulling your chest flush against his as he deepened the kiss into something fiery that had a slow, dull ache beginning between your legs.

You could feel him against your inner thigh and smirked against his lips as you reached a finger towards his impressive wings and carefully dragged a fingernail along the underside of his right wing where they met his back, a spot you had discovered many years ago. A primal part of you stretched out in satisfaction as you felt Azriel shudder against you at the touch.

"So eager to go again, my love?" He teased, alluding to the several times he had already taken you that day as he gently nipped your skin before torturously slowly pressing open-mouthed, hot kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

"Distract me, Az." You breathed, tipping your head back to expose even more of your delicate neck to him, groaning when you felt his canines skimming along your skin.

"With pleasure, sweetheart."

…

The noise was almost deafening, the room packed to the brim with politicians, courtiers, nobility and High Lords and their entourages. It was enough to overwhelm anyone, but Azriel watched from the edge of the room as you dazzled person after person, drifting from one group of fae to the next, completely and totally in your element.

You enjoyed nights like these when you got to flex the skills you had built up as an emissary to the Night Court, speaking to old friends, charming acquittances, and building friendships with those you had yet to meet. The beautiful deep black gown you wore also helped.

Azriel watched as you stood amongst courtiers from the Winter Court, catching up with some of the gossip from one of your allies. A flute of champagne dangled from your fingers; half drank as you tipped your head back to laugh at something one of your friends had said. The dress you wore tonight was some torture explicitly designed for him. It was sleeveless, showing off the delicate curves of your shoulders and décolletage, the high swell of your breasts threatening to spill over the top of your dress every time you drew breath. The slit that every now and then gave Azriel the view of the smooth curve of your leg was maddening. But what was true torture was the choker around your neck, encrusted with gems the same colour as his siphons—a reminder of where his hands had been last night.

He had almost sent a mental note to Rhys that the pair of you wouldn't be attending the party tonight when you had emerged from your bathroom and asked him to zip you up—favouring the idea of ravishing you right there and then. It was only the thought of watching you so expertly work the room, charming everyone so thoroughly, but knowing that only he had the privilege to take you home, that had him attending tonight.

As if you could hear his thoughts, your eyes drifted from the fae before you to lock eyes with your mate across the room. Matching smirks danced on your lips as he nodded at you, and you nodded back - an inside joke between the two of you started on that first official party you had been forced to attend when the mating bond was still so new.

A fire built in your body, beginning in your stomach and dipped lower and lower as you watched him push off the wall he had been leaning on and stalk towards you. He never once dropped eye contact, his shadows twirling before him and telling him where to step, creating a direct path to you.

You tracked him across the room, your skin burning from his gaze. When he stopped just in front of you, his shadows dispersed to dance among your skirts and play with the hair that cascaded down your back.

"Emissary." He greeted, bending his body into a tight bow whilst that playful smirk danced on his lips.

"Shadowsinger." You purred.

"Rhys has asked to see you urgently." The desire swirling in his hazel eyes made the grin on your lips widen as your stomach dipped in anticipation.

"Excuse me." You politely bowed your head to the people you previously held court with, dropping your now empty glass on a nearby table as you followed Azriel out of the room.

Your heels clacked on the beautifully tiled floor as you closed the distance between you and Azriel. You were still walking behind him but close enough to brush your hand against his. He turned his head slightly to smirk at you, and you felt his hand beside you curl and unfurl as he resisted the urge to touch you in front of everyone.

After moments of strutting through the House of Wind, you reached a part of the house away from the centre of the party, with fewer and fewer people milling around. It was only then that, with lightning-fast speed, Azriel's hand whipped out to grab yours and pull you into a shadowy alcove.

With firm hands, he pushed you against the wall, his shadows swirling to hide you from prying eyes, as one of Azriel's hands dropped to your hips and the other reached up to grip your neck. You groaned in delight at the feeling of his hands on you, the messy, feverish kisses he was now peppering along the bare skin of your neck, shoulder and collarbones.

"Az." You moaned as you felt his canines drag along that sensitive junction where your neck met your shoulder, his tongue following to soothe the slight sting.

"Fuck Y/N." He groaned into your skin, relishing in the way you tasted - so sweet. Even after years of being together, he would never get tired of tasting you, of his lips and tongue on your flesh, on your lips and in between your thighs.

"What if we get caught?" You managed to say, your chest heaving as you breathed heavily, hands gripping Azriel's broad shoulders tightly.

"That's never stopped you before, love." He teased as he ran his lips across the swell of your breasts, his touch feather-light, causing a shiver to run down your body and your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

The hand that was holding your hips in his grasp moved to slip under the slit of your dress, skimming down the curve of your leg, tracing over your knee and down your calf before wrapping around your thigh to lift it and hook it over his hips.

"You were torturing me out there, Princess." His voice had become deep and husky, and he elicited a groan from your lips as he was able to press his hips into yours with the new angle. Your body was set alight as you felt his straining erection through the material of his pants as he pushed into you.

"Looking delicious in that dress for everyone to see." His words caused molten lava to pool in your stomach, the throbbing at the apex of your thighs to become incessant, and the wetness gathering there began to drip down your thigh.

Anticipation curled in your stomach as you felt Azriel's hand travel from your thigh to your hip, skimming so lightly it was pure torture down your bikini line before reaching your swollen and slick sex - freezing when he realised he had unrestricted access.

"You've got to be kidding me, no underwear? Fuck you're killing me love." He groaned against your neck, roughly nipping at your jaw and causing a moan of your own to slip past your lips.

"All for you, Az." You whispered, throwing your head back against the solid wall behind you as he traced your slit, gathering the wetness pooling there.

"There they are." Rhys's unbothered drawl broke through the hazy atmosphere you were creating in your shadowy alcove, shattering the moment and causing you both to freeze.

"I knew those lovebirds hadn't gone far." Cassain chuckled from beside Rhys. You knew Azriel's shadows were keeping you covered, that they couldn't see anything and could only recognise you both because they knew how his shadows felt and what they looked like to the untrained eye.

"Piss off, Cass." Azriel snarled as he slowly extracted himself from you, carefully dropping your leg and trying to straighten your dress.

"Someone's cranky," Cassain teased, and you rolled your eyes as you watched Azriel's face turn into a murderous expression. Azriel was usually so calm and collected, not easy to rattle at all, except when it came to you.

"You know not to interrupt a male and his mate." You sighed as you gripped the front of the dress and tried to rearrange it over your chest. You noted the still-hungry look in Azriel's eyes as he watched your every move. A promise in his gaze that told you this wasn't over.

"If you wanted to enjoy each other's company in the hallway, that's totally up to you; we get it - looking beautiful as ever Y/N -," Rhys added as Azriel dropped his shadows once you looked presentable, "but we're doing a debrief in my office, and then you're all done for the night so you can move this to your bedroom if you wish…"

"We'll be there in 5 minutes," Azriel managed to grind out, his eyes still on yours, desperately trying to calm down.

"Is that all he lasts?" Azriel's eyes flared, and you knew Cassain had overstepped. You gave them both an eye roll, territorial fae bullshit.

"Cass," you warned as you heard your best friend chuckle at the snarl that ripped out of Azriel's mouth as he sauntered back down the hallway.

…

Azriel padded through the quiet hallway of the home he shared with you. His feet were cool as they touched the dark wood floor, a nice contrast to the heat pushing up against the windows from the summer sun outside. His shadows flitted and danced around him as they coaxed him to follow them, to follow them to her. His lips curled up in amusement at their behaviour as he neared the kitchen, where he could hear you humming and the soft sounds of you bustling around the kitchen.

He rounded the corner to lean on the doorframe; strong arms crossed over his bare chest as he took in the scene before him. His heart almost stopped dead at the sight of you standing at the large island in the middle of the room, mixing bowl in front of you and wooden spoon in hand, your glorious hair pulled half up into a messy bun tied at the back of your head - tendrils falling around your face and gleaming in the sun -, wearing nothing but one of his shirts.

A deep and primal part of him purred at the sight of you in his clothes, knowing that it was unlikely you had anything under that soft cotton. The fit was incredibly baggy on you, the hemline falling to your mid-thigh, the collar threatening to slip down your shoulder, and the sleeves so long you had had to roll them up. He delighted in being taller than you, bigger than you. A small part of him always soared when he bundled you up in his arms, being able to protect you with just his body. He knew, more than anyone, that you could handle yourself. In a tight situation, you could take down as many enemies as he could. But there was something so delightful about your body being so much smaller than his.

A soft melody slipped past your lips, and Azriel joined in as he pushed off the doorframe. Unable to contain the need to touch you any longer, he approached you. You jolted slightly at the feeling of his large, warm hands on your hips, and a soft yelp left your lips when you felt Azriel bury his head in your hair and press a chaste kiss to the skin of your neck.

"Morning, love," Azriel mumbled into your hair, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

"More like afternoon, babe; we spent all morning in bed!" you joked as you turned back to the task at hand.

"And whose fault is that." Azriel teased as he pulled away from your neck to reach around and gently nip at your earlobe, which sent a lick of fire straight to the apex of your thighs.

"Yours." You shot back, angling your head slightly to look at your mate.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that," he smirked, his beautiful hazel eyes dancing with mischief and desire as he dipped his head to press your lips in a searing kiss. Kissing Azriel was like this: all or nothing. Either his kisses were chaste, quick things meant to convey a simple hi or, more often than not, a quick acknowledgement of you during conversations or as you passed each other in corridors or hallways. His other types of kisses were slow, leisurely and utterly torturous, and he poured every ounce of love he had for you into them. His lips moved lazily with yours, licking across the seam of your lips and begging for entrance before licking into your mouth - your knees almost buckling at the intoxicating sensation and the fire burning in your body. He knew what he was doing, as was evident when he pulled away with a smirk on his lips, "what are you making?"

He grinned when he watched your eyes drift back into focus, your body slamming down to reality after a kiss that was so heady but given so casually.

"A lemon drizzle cake." You replied somewhat breathlessly, which made him chuckle, and you felt his chest rumble on your back.

"My favourite." He said as he returned to his spot behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing your back flush to his chest as you continued baking.

"I know, love." You softly spoke as you began to stir the mixture before you. Judging by the smile in your voice, he knew you were thinking of that moment a handful of years ago when you had both accepted the mating bond with a lemon drizzle cake.

It had been your first time to the Court of Nightmares since you had escaped and been made part of the Night Court. You had been secretly dreading it, knowing that your usual skill set as emissary would all fall apart in that place when your eyes would land on your family and those familiar snarling faces. And it had. Everything had gone to shit the moment your family had spotted you beside Rhys' throne and had smelt that mating bond on you. It had started with shouting and had escalated to your family barging their way up to the throne and threatening to gut you for turning into a whore.

Rhys had pulled rank and ordered everyone to leave, and you had been quickly winnowed to the safety of the townhouse, where everyone had rallied around you and tried to distract you. Rhys and Azriel had gone back to calm the situation and assess the aftermath. You had been cooped up in the arms of Cassain for the evening, a loving and supportive brother figure you had never had before. But deep down, you had wanted only one pair of arms around you to soothe you and remind you that your family do not dictate who you are.

Everyone had eventually retreated to bed, but you had stayed, needing to see him, knowing he would return at some god-forsaken hour. He had found you then when he winnowed to appear in the living room of the townhouse, curled up on a sofa in front of the fire with a book in your hand. At his appearance, you slowly put the book down to look at him.

The bond was newly snapped in place, but he could feel your emotions faintly and was so overwhelmed by the fact that you had stayed up for him that all he could think to say was, "Good book?"

He had watched fascinated as your lips curled into a soft smile, the first since the incident so many hours ago. "Couldn't put it down."

He chuckled lowly but didn't move from his spot as you slipped a bookmark into the page and popped it beside you, swinging your legs off the sofa to sit facing him.

"Az, I think we need to talk." He watched as you outstretched your hand, gesturing for him to come and sit with him.

His heart had sunk as he had walked over to you, joining you on the sofa. He knew you needed to talk about the mating bond and how you moved forward—you had been friends for so long, and he had been yearning for you since the first day he met you. And now he was terrified that you were about to reject the bond, reject him, and he was going to lose the woman he loved and the friendship he cherished with you all in one go.

"Y/N, you need to do the right thing for you - please don't accept something because you feel bad for me. We can work it out. I can perhaps get Rhys to station me in the Illyrian mountains so you can stay here, and I-"

"Respectfully, what the hell are you talking about, Az?" You stared, baffled, at the male before you as he rambled on. He couldn't look at you, and his expression conveyed such sadness.

"The logistics of you rejecting the bond—that's what you want to talk about, isn't it?" A bark of laughter left your lips, shocking him and causing him to snap his head up to look at you in confusion.

"Oh Az, no honey, that's not what I wanted to talk about," you softly said as you held one of his beautiful, scarred hands in one of yours and brought the other to cup his cheek. You watched, fascinated, as he internally debated whether to lean into your touch, "Stay here a second; I'll be back."

He watched, confused, as you flashed him a warm, comforting smile before dashing off the sofa and disappearing into the hallway outside the living room. The wait may have been seconds, minutes at most, but it felt like hours to Azriel. His heart had stopped dead when you returned, a dish in your hand in which a delicately decorated cake sat atop it. He watched keenly as you walked back to him, smiling sheepishly and nervously, and sat back beside him on the sofa.

"This is for you. I want to accept the mating bond." Those words, spoken so softly in the dead of night, in a house that had seen so much joy and heartache before, were enough to set Azriel alight. He had no words to describe the feeling that was coursing through him as he looked between you and the cake you held out towards him.

His hands moved on their own accord as he took the dish from you, noticing the sugar icing that had been meticulously drizzled onto the soft sponge and the sweet little decorative flower you had piped into the centre. Just from looking at it, he could tell you had baked this cake and poured every ounce of feeling into it, and he felt himself getting choked up at the thought.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, and the vulnerable look on that face was enough to break your heart.

"Yes. I have loved you for years, Az and the snapping of the bond in place made it seem as if the Mother and the Cauldron had finally listened to all those prayers I sent them. I baked this earlier to give it to you after we had returned from a successful meeting at the Court of Nightmares," his lips quirked ever so slightly at the sarcasm that dripped from your voice, "it may not be the moment I intended; but it's still perfect anyway. It's a larger version of those lemon sponges you love from that bakery we found last year. The owner gave me the recipe. I want you, Azriel."

Azriel had given up on finding his mate, resigned to always wondering. When you had crash-landed into his life a handful of years ago, he had silently hoped it would be you, and when he had tripped and fallen head-first in love with you, he had begun to beg that the mating bond would snap one day. So many years of yearning for you, unaware that you felt the same, that you were begging for it to be him as well. So many wasted years. And when the mating bond had finally snapped, when you had returned from a month-long summit at the Day Court and taken one look at him, he had almost fallen to his knees then and there.

He had finally found you, and you wanted him back. Words would come to him later, spoken against the soft sheets of your bed, in between feverish kisses and in the afterglow of what was to come, so for now, he held your gaze as he lifted the small slice you had cut for him and took a bite.

"Az, baby. I need to put the cake in the oven." Your words brought him out of the daydream he had been enjoying and back to the present moment. He chuckled and kissed your temple before unwinding from your body and taking a step back so you could move to put the cake tin in your hands and into the oven.

He leaned back against the counter as he watched you carefully manoeuvre it inside before triumphantly shutting the oven door and turning back to him with a satisfied smile.

"Come here." He held out his hand, a gesture so similar to the one you had given him all those years ago that a smile danced on both of your faces. You let him pull you against his chest, one of his hands falling to your hips and the other coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing some flour that had somehow made its way to your face.

"Happy 10-year anniversary, love." You whispered into the gentle silence, and the shadowsinger gave you a beautiful smile.

"Happy 10 year anniversary, sweetheart." He whispered back as he closed the distance and gently pressed his lips to yours in a loving kiss that held 10 years of the most beautiful memories.

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dawneternal · 2 months

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How can the inner circle look at Eris and not see that he's a dreamer just like them. He so obviously wants to make a better autumn court and a better life for his mother and Lucien. He saw Nesta's power and offered her a life where she wouldn't be a pawn in a game. "But he said mean stuff." They all have, bro. It's obvious he couldn't touch Mor or she would be trapped with him. He let her have the future she dreamed of.

Dreamer Eris. His father is killed and the first thing he does is take the first real breath of his life.

#eris vanserra #eris acotar #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #inner circle #pro eris vanserra #night court #acosf #a court of silver flames #rhysand #morrigan #cassian #azriel #feyre #nesta #neris #nesta x eris

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nightsandrewrites · 3 months

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500 Years

Pairing: Cassian x Azriel

Summary: How was he meant to reanalyse years, decades worth, of interactions in a moment. How long had he been blind to the Shadowsinger's intentions?

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Angst, jealousy

a/n: My first Acotar fic, hope you enjoy it!

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The silence had stretched on for too long. Snow crunched under Cassians boot as he shifted to his left, moving ever so slightly into Keirs peripheral.

“And what will you give me in return?” Keir sneered at his daughter.

Mor had organised this little rendezvous in the hopes of making a trade with him. There was an artifact, locked away in the Hewn City, that Rhysand thought might be a connection to the Cauldron. With a small smile, Mor had offered to deal with her father and take just one task off the High Lord's overflowing plate.

“We could just take it from you.” Cassian said as he stepped forward but Mor grabbed his forearm and gave him a look that said she came prepared for this.

He stepped back beside her and the wind that picked up around them had him glancing amongst the trees. Azriel was there somewhere, deep in the shadows. When Mor had come to them for assistance with meeting her father, Cassian and Azriel had not hesitated in agreeing to help. They didn’t think Keir was dumb enough to attempt an ambush here in the snow covered forest clearing, but Azriel stayed hidden out there in the branches just in case.

Mor stepped forward and pulled a small cloth from her pocket. She unfolded it to reveal a ring, a bright gold thick band with a jet black stone embedded in it. The stone was flat on top and Cassian could make out something engraved on the top.

“A family heirloom.” Mor said simply. Huh, she must have snatched it long ago during one of their visits under the mountain.

Keirs eyes darkened.

“You filthy whore, stealing from your own blood!” he spat. Cassian watched as Keir’s hands balled into fists.

“Get your dirty hands away from it!” Blood had rushed to his face as he leapt forward to snatch the ring from Mor. She jumped back and Cassian easily slid between them.

“You bastard, you son of a-“ Keir went to lunge for Cassian but in a flash Azriel had him grappled from behind. One muscular arm around Keirs chest, pinning his arms down, the other holding a knife against his throat.

“I think that’s enough from you.” Azriel growled into his ear.

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“Well that went well” Mor exhaled twenty minutes later as they walked down a quiet street of Velaris.

“We’ll figure out another way to get it.” Cassian clamped a hand on Mor’s shoulder in reassurance. “We can always send Az in.” he smirked over his shoulder at the Shadowsinger trailing close behind.

Azriel gave him a small smile and nod. They all knew they could have already had the artifact in hand. Rhysand was almost certain about where it was being stored and it would only take a day of reconnaissance for Azriel to locate and pocket it. But Rhys insisted on keeping in good faith with the Court of Nightmares and stealing would surely jeopardise the rocky truce they stood upon.

“How about we hit up Rita’s, we’ll come up with a new plan in the morning.” Cassian bumped Mor lightly with his wing trying to get her to cheer up. “Sure” she sighed but she smiled up at him “I could use a good night out.”

The trio took their regular table at Rita’s and kicked off the night with their usual round of drinks. It wasn’t long before Cassian was feeling that familiar haze in the back of his mind, he didn’t want to let it go. The freedom of releasing today's problems and making them tomorrows, so he lifted the glass in front of him and downed it to the bottom.

A few drinks later, he made his way to the floor of flowing bodies. He noticed Mor across the room already there twirling around with a group of regulars. Cassian kept to the outside of the crowd as he swayed, making sure to keep his wings in tight, avoiding knocking anyone to the ground. A small dark haired female approached him, her golden eyes flashing in the dim lights and he instinctively curled his arms around her waist as they danced together. She had a soft kind of beauty, her movements light and swaying, like smoke curling away from flames. Cassian decided he wouldn’t mind taking her home tonight, to be lost in that smoke for a little while. He lost track of how many songs they danced to when he glanced back at their table and caught Azriel's eye. He was brooding in his shadows, almost completely covered and Cassian scanned the crowd around him looking for the cause. Mor was a few groups away, wrists locked around the neck of a tall blonde fae he didn’t recognise. Based on the brief interaction he witnessed, he knew she had found her target for tonight.

Cassian sighed and turned back to his own dance partner. “I need to go help out a friend, maybe we can pick up where we left off next time.” He lifted her hand and placed a kiss to the back of her palm. She gave him a smile as she twirled back to her friends. He watched her go and damn Azriel was going to have to really make up for this. Cassian headed back to the table, Azriel still shrouded in his own shadows. He purposefully brushed his wing against Mors back as he passed. He knew that's all the communication she needed, one of the perks of being friends for centuries.

“How about one last round?” Cassian said as he leaned on the chair across from Azriel. “Sure” he replied as tendrils of shadow already began slipping away from him. Mor must have already stepped away from the blonde fae.

Cassian collected three drinks for them and returned to find Azriel and Mor sitting together, quietly chatting and chuckling away. He wished these two could just sort things out so he could stop playing mediator. He placed the drinks on the table and raised his glass. “To Velaris” he smiled. “To Velaris” his friends chorused and drank deeply.

“Hey, we’re heading up the hill for some more drinks if you want to join us?” The blonde fae from earlier now stood beside Mor, wearing what Cassian was sure was his most charming smile.

He interjected before the Shadowsinger could make a scene. “Trying to steal away our girl here?” Cassian said to him. The blonde turned as if noticing Cassian’s presence for the first time. “You’re welcome to join pretty boy, three is not too much of a crowd for me.” The blonde winked and his grin got impossibly wider. Cassian blinked, then smirked. He was used to propositions like these, hell didn’t Helion want this exact pairing? He just wasn’t expecting it from the fae male who had been drooling over Mor all night. Suddenly Azriel was on his feet. “How about you fuck off.” he snarled across the table. Cassian quickly jumped up and grasped his shoulder. The blonde turned his smirk to Azriel and raised an eyebrow at him, Azriel was then three seconds away from tearing his head off. “Okay we’re heading out.” he began tugging Azriel to the exit. “We’ll catch you in the morning.” he nodded to Mor. She just smiled and waved, completely unfazed by the confrontation.

Once outside Cassian dropped his grip on Azriel and didn’t even bother looking back as he launched into the air. A moment later the beat of a second pair of wings joined his. He cut through the sky, welcoming the cool night's touch on his skin and then landed with a soft thud on the roof of the House of Wind. A second, much quieter scuff of feet indicated Azriel’s landing behind him and Cassian whirled.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled as Azriel dropped his face to the ground refusing to meet Cassian’s eye. “You can’t just lash out like that!”. He ran his hand through his dishevelled hair which had come loose from its binding earlier in the night.

“I know you’ve been carrying this thing for her, but she’s not yours Az, so you can’t be pulling that kind of shit.” Cassian made to step closer to him, but Azriel turned and walked over to the edge of the roof.

“I don’t have a thing for Mor” Azriel murmured quietly, Cassian had to strain even his Illyrian hearing to pick it up. “Oh please” Cassian threw up his arms “I don’t need to talk about the last centuries worth of incidents, just look at today!” “Today?” Azriel turned then and met Cassian with the steel stare of a true spymaster. Cassian brought up his hand to start counting off his fingers. “You jumped in when Keir was threatening Mor, when I clearly had it under control! You’re brooding at Rita’s because she’s dancing with some male! And let’s not forget how you were going to rip his head off just now!”

“You fucking think I did those things for Mor?” Azriel was now shouting back at Cassian and took one step toward him “I did them fo-” he seemed to catch himself before he finished. He straightened up and stretched out his wings. “It doesn’t matter.” He spoke quietly again, defeated.

“For what Azriel?” Cassian pushed. This was the most he had got out of him for the last decade or so, he wasn’t backing down now. Azriel simply glanced up at the sky, sadness written across his face and pushed off from the roof with one powerful sweep of his wings. Cassian watched him breach the wards and winnow away.

Cassian sighed and turned to the house. He needed a long bath and an even longer sleep. ---------------------------------------

As the hot water soaked into his stiff muscles, he mulled over his argument with Azriel. The Shadowsinger really needed to learn to control his emotions, to figure out better ways of coping with his Mor situation. But Azriel said it wasn’t about Mor, it was about… Cassian sunk further into the water, letting the ripples lap at his mostly submerged wings. He seemed to be telling the truth during their standoff on the roof, so what was it about? Azriel had jumped in with Kier, brooded in his shadows at Rita’s and then snapped when the blonde fae had propositioned Mor and hi- Cassian quickly sat up, sending water sloshing over the edge and onto the floor next to the sunken bath.

Azriel had intervened not when Keir had threatened Mor but when he had turned on Cassian. This afternoon's confrontation came swirling back to him, Keir beginning to lunge and “You bastard, you son of a-“.

Azriel had been almost completely lost to his shadows at Rita’s but hadn’t reappeared as Mor walked away from her partner but when Cassian had begun approaching the table again.

And Azriel hadn’t snarled at the blond fae's attempts at wooing Mor, only lashing out after his ministrations had turned to Cassian.

No, it definitely wasn’t about Mor.

Cassian pushed out of the tub and quickly dried himself off. He needed to think and if needed to think, he needed to pace. He returned to his room and threw on a pair of soft long pants and started his trail back and forth across the room.

How was he meant to reanalyse years, decades worth of interactions in a moment. Was every action that Cassian thought Azriel took for Mor actually for hi-, he couldn’t even bring himself to think it. To hope for it. How long had he been blind to the Shadowsinger's intentions? They had spent so many centuries together. He remembers teaching Azriel to fly from a small mountainside clearing over the water. How the wind had pulled through dark strands when they were able to take to the skies together for the first time. He remembers sitting in their shared Illyrian war tent, tending to his wounds waiting for Azriel to walk off the battlefield and through those flaps. When he eventually arrived something would loosen in his chest, his breathing becoming a little easier. He remembers all the times he paced across Rhy’s office waiting for the Spymaster to return from a mission. His pace becoming frantic when Azriel was running late, until Rhys would push him into the nearest armchair.

And he remembers when Azriel’s attention had started lingering on Mor and Cassian had pushed all those memories, those feelings, away. Cassian had always enjoyed the affections of males and females but Azriel quickly became forbidden. He couldn’t be selfish enough to jeopardise the close knit weave of the inner circle, on the tiny insignificant chance that the shadowsinger had any interest in him. But what if that small chance just became so much greater?

He needed to talk to Az. Cassian turned to the door, his heartbeat quickening and then froze. He should probably wait until he was sober, until they were both clear headed, to pull the truth from him. He’d need his full mental capacity to read Azriel clearly. He pivoted instead to his bed and flopped down on top of the covers. Thanks to his many drinks at Rita’s it was only moments until sleep found him. -----------------------------------------

Cassian awoke stiffly, popping limbs as he sat up. Maybe he should have had a few less drinks last night. Last night's confrontation and subsequent conclusions flooded back to him and had him moving swiftly to the bathroom. He splashed water over his face, pulled on a shirt from the armoire and paced down the hall to Azriel's room before he could talk himself out of it.

He gave one sharp exhale before bringing his fist up to knock. A moment passed with no response. He knocked again. When there was no answer, he pushed open the door only to find Azriel's bed empty. He moved toward the bed, sparing a glance for the bathroom which also stood empty, and felt along the sheets. Cold. So he hadn’t come back last night? Cassian returned to his room, dressed for the day in his usual Illyrian blacks and made his way to the roof. Maybe Az had fared better after last night's outing and decided to get in an early workout? When he found the roof empty as well, he leapt into the skies and set a straight course through Velaris. The morning sun glinted off the Sidra and warmed the span of Cassian's leathery wings.

A few minutes later he was knocking on the door to Rhysands study. “Come in Cassian.” Rhys called from inside. The High Lord was alone at his desk, flipping through papers and making small scratching notes. “Azriel, did you call for him last night? This morning?” Cassian tilted his head in question. “No” Rhysand sighed, “I didn't call for him.” He slouched back in his chair, not meeting Cassian’s eye. “But you know where he is.” It wasn’t a question, Cassian could tell he knew more than he was saying. “Cass, I-” he met Cassian's stare now, sorrow swimming in his violet eyes, “I don't know where he is, but he’s gone.” He nodded to a folded letter on the corner of his desk.

Cassian stepped forward and flicked open the note to a familiar scrawl.

My resilience isn’t what I thought it was, I’m sorry too have let you down. I’ll be gone by morning, give my love to our family. - Azriel.

He bawled up the letter in his fist and threw it into the fire that burnt in the hearth. He watched it curl and ignite before turning on his heel for the door.

“Cass.” Rhys called after him. Cassian half turned, not wanting to waste a second going after Azriel. Rhysand picked up an object from his desk and threw it to Cassians awaiting hands with ease. “Bring him home.” he nodded his dismissal.

Moments later Cassian’s wings beat hard, propelling him across the city. Azriel’s note said he would be gone by morning which meant he hadn’t left last night. He would have tied up loose ends, there would have been places he would want to see before disappearing for Cauldron knows how long. If he had already left the Night Court… he didn’t think anyone had a chance of tracking the spymaster down. That thought had him pushing his wings harder and he hoped he knew Azriel as well as he thought he did.

As he approached the mountainside clearing he could make out a mass of shadows already beginning to thin out. He snapped his wings in and shot downward, wind whipping his hair behind him. “Azriel!” he bellowed from the sky. The shadows slowed and darkened ever so slightly as Cassian slammed into the ground sending snow spraying around him.

Azriel stood stiffly before him, but he looked empty, drained, as if life had been sucked from him and Cassian could feel his heart crack ever so slightly.

“Going somewhere?” Cassian huffed, all of a sudden furious as Hel with the Shadowsinger before him. Azriel stared at him bleakly “Cassian I-” he began but Cassian quickly interrupted “Was going to leave without so much as a goodbye? Rhys got a note and what do I get? An empty room and cold sheets? What were you going to do Az? Disappear for fifty years? Five hundred? Return when you're old and grey and I’m nothing but ash?” Cassian lashed out, the hurt of being abandoned manifesting as anger. “Don’t say that!” Azriel snarled, his eyes now lit with that familiar burning life. “You could have told me Az! That you were l-” he tripped over the next word “leaving. You could have told me” he swallowed hard, willing his voice not to break “how you felt.” It was Azriel’s turn to fly into a rage, but unlike Cassian's quick fire and brash words, Azriel’s was cold and slicing like steel. “I’ve been trying to tell you! For years Cassian! Decades! You never looked twice at me, not like that.” Azreil’s breaths were coming great heaves now. “So I wasn’t going to mess everything up. And I don’t need your pity!” His warm breaths became mist in the cold air before him. “Pity?” Cassain's face softened at Azriel’s words. “I loved you for over 500 years Cassian. I watched you take home every fae in Velaris and beyond! And now..” he puffed out a breath he seemed to be holding “I’m done.” Azriel turned in dismissal, his shadows gathering around him again. “Please.” Cassian managed to get out as he dropped to his knees, wings drooping into the snow. Azriel hesitated, glancing over his shoulder and it was all the time Cassian needed to pull out the object he had stuffed in a small bag strapped across his chest and toss it to Azriel. Azriel caught it in a raised palm, taking in Cassian’s defeated form with a sweeping glance before his eyes fell upon the Veritas orb.

Azriel’s own face swam into view and it took only a moment to recognise the scene from hundreds of years ago. When Azriel lay shirtless receiving some of his first Illyrian tattoos. But this memory was from Cassian's perspective, as all the memories currently contained in the orb would be. Azriel's brows knitted together as he watched as Cassian’s eyes caught and lingered on his body stretched out on the table before him. Images started flashing through rapidly then. Wind tussled Azriel's hair as they flew together for the first time, after leaping from the cliff face they now stood on. Cassian’s grip on his shoulder, spinning him as his eyes flicked over him looking for signs of injury when Azriel had returned from a mission. What must have been a hundred moments of Cassian entering a room and his eyes seeking out Azriel first. Azriel laughing prone in the snow after one of their annual snowball fights. Azriel's throat as he downed a glass of whiskey at Rita’s. Azriel’s arms as they fought on the roof of the House of Wind. Azriel's golden eyes. Azriel’s scarred hands. Azriel. Azriel. Azriel.

Silver lined Azriel's eyes as he lifted them to Cassian now standing again. “500 years Az” Cassian barely whispered.

Suddenly Azriel disappeared and then reappeared before crashing into Cassian, their lips meeting in an instant. Cassian fell back into the snow, taking Azriel with him. They let their mouths, their trailing touch and heavy breaths say everything they didn’t dare say in the last centuries. But Cassian needed to say it, he needed to lay all the cards on the table to avoid ever facing a fleeing shadowsinger again. He pushed against Azriel’s chest, already missing his warm lips as Azriel pulled away with a hesitant look. “I love you, Azriel.” Cassian's voice was steady, he’d never been more sure of something in his life. “I’m sorry you had to go to such lengths for me to say it.” A tear slid down Azriel's cheek as he leant down and gently kissed him. Darkness flooded behind Cassian’s lids before the light returned and they were falling. Azriel had winnowed them above the House of Wind and Cassian reluctantly twisted out of Azriel’s grasp so he could glide down to the roof. Azriel had barely touched down when Cassian gripped the front of his Illyrian leathers and slammed him against the closest wall. He lowered his mouth to Azriel’s throat, kissing along that stubbled jaw line that drove him crazy. Azriel groaned, lifting his head to give him better access and Cassian smiled against his skin. They stumbled their way to Azriel’s bedroom, he had claimed the room with the biggest bed after a particularly long hand to hand combat, leaving a trail of clothing behind them. Once they made it through the door Azriel pushed Cassian backward until the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat before him. He didn’t need to utter a word for Cassian to understand the intent behind those dark hazel eyes, that tonight, their first night, Azriel would lay claim to Cassian’s body. Cassian was more than willing to oblige. He reached for the band of Azriel’s underwear and finally released the hard length trapped within. He found himself only the tiniest bit disappointed that Azriel’s rumoured “wingspan” was in fact longer than his own but swallowed hard as he thought about it filling him.

He leant forward and tasted the smooth skin, running his tongue under the length of him. Azriel’s hand tangled into Cassian’s hair at the back of his head and gripped tightly. He guided Cassian’s mouth down onto him and groaned as Cassian hollowed out his cheeks. “The number of times I came thinking about you just like this Cass, you take me so good baby.” Azriel’s voice was fried from bliss and Cassian hummed at the encouragement, sending vibrations straight through Azriel’s body. Cassian slid down further, feeling Azriel pushing down his throat, his nose brushing against Azriel’s stomach. Cassian began swallowing and Azriel pulled back with a hiss, leaving his mouth with a small pop. “Lay back, I want to see you.” Azriel commanded and Cassian ever the loyal soldier fell back and slid up the bed. Azriel gripped the sides of his underwear and removed them in one swift motion. Cassian felt himself flush as Azriel’s eyes raked over his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he squirmed under someone's eye in bed. He was usually the cocky Illyrian warrior between the sheets but with Azriel’s deep-cut muscles and considerable length hovering above him, he’d finally found his match.

“You’re beautiful.” Azriel murmured mostly to himself and Cassian thought his heart might swell out of his chest. “Only second to you” Cassian winked at him, finding his usual confidence again. Azriel rolled his eyes but even in the darkness of the room Cassian was sure the Shadowsingers cheeks flushed with red.

As if in retaliation for knocking him off step, Azriel moved between Cassian’s legs guiding his knees apart and abruptly pushed a finger into him without warning. Cassian arched backwards and gasped at the sudden intrusion. Azriel’s long practiced strokes pulled moans from Cassian’s lips, his brow scrunched in pleasure. He slid his other hand up Cassian's muscular thigh and wrapped it tightly around his member. Tightly gliding up and down matching pace with the hand pushing in beneath him. As Azriel pushed a second finger in next to the first, Cassian realised they were smooth gliding strokes. His eyes fell upon the bottle of lubrication next to his leg, Azriel’s shadows had delivered it right to him while Cassian was distracted. Azriel’s shadows were pooled underneath him, swirling and tumbling as Azriel continued his assault on Cassian. Azriel seemed to be keeping those shadows at bay as he purposely flitted over that one spot inside Cassian, sharply pulling his focus back towards him. But Cassian was determined to take everything Azriel had to give him, so he reached out to feel the cool caress of the shadows creeping up the bed next to him. Azriel read his movements, groaned and finally released his hold on them. Dark swirling shadows flooded Cassian’s chest, lightly tickling every sensitive area, gliding over a nipple and curling around an ear, exploring every inch of skin. Despite their cool touch Cassian felt like he was on fire. He’d never been brought to the edge like this, with every nerve pulled tight. He quickly jolted up, gripping Azriel’s wrist beneath him and guiding his hand away. Cassian kissed him then, sliding his tongue across Azriel’s bottom lip. He slipped a hand around his neck and pulled the Shadowsinger down on top of him. He curled his legs up around Azriel’s waist, angling his hips, leaving just enough space between them for Azriel to line himself up. And with one strong thrust Azriel buried himself in Cassian. Their pace was rushed and needy, desperate to make up for lost years of pleasure. Cassian let his hands explore Azriel’s body, first brushing up his arms then along his chest, as if he could read the stories the scars left on pale skin. Then he moved on to Azriel’s wings. He hadn’t laid with many Illyrians, none that meant enough that allowed for their wings to be touched, but Cassian knew every sensitive spot thanks to his own. He focused his soft strokes there until Azriel was vibrating above him, moaning incoherently. Azriel reached down between them and took Cassian into his hand again. “Please.” was all Cassian had to whisper for Azriel’s eyes to become fully blown out, completely lost to Cassian's body. A few more strokes had them both exploding, Cassian gripping Azriel’s shoulders, Azriel pulling the last long strokes down Cassian’s length. They laid together for a few hours, exploring each other, trading lingering kisses, until Cassian told Azriel he would die of dehydration if he didn’t get some water. Azriel reluctantly let him go and as Cassian stepped into the kitchen past their fallen clothes, he noticed a slip of paper on the table next to the Veritas orb Azriel had deposited there.

He recognised Rhysand’s elegant script as he read, He’s back?Cassian quickly located a pen and scribbled his response. Yeah, he’s back.

He put the pen down and watched as the note and the Vertis orb silently disappeared. Cassian rubbed at his chest as he collected his water and a glass for Azriel. Yeah he was back and Cassian wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.

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