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[starswhogaze]

Healing his inner child ❤️‍🩹

@azrielappreciationweek Day 6 | Past & Future

As we all know, Azriel had an immensely traumatic childhood. For this commission, @duskcowboy and I wanted to show an adult Azriel comforting his younger self, healing his inner child, and finally letting the light in that he was once so deprived of 🥹♥️

Hope you all love it as much as we do!

♡ 🎨 by the incredible @mastiba on Instagram

♡ Commissioned by @duskcowboy and me!

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[thecw-unicorn]

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“𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜; 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂.”

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✮♱✮ art by @luxury_banshee

✮♱✮ commissioned by me

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𝖣𝖺𝗒 5: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾

I hope everyone is doing well today! I’ve got my participation in Azriel with this absolutely breathtaking Sleeping Beauty Elriel by the amazing, talented, and amazing @luxury_banshee! Banshee never fails to deliver on every detail, and I’m more than happy with how this stunner turned out! We all know I’m an absolute sucker for Elriel and Sleeping Beauty, and I’m been dying to see my love @luxury_banshee have a go at this idea, so what do y’all think? I really do hope we get a sleeping beauty retelling for Elain and Azriel, it would be so perfect for the both of them😍 @azrielappreciationweek

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✮♱✮ characters are Elain Archeron and Azriel from A Court of Thorns and Roses.

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✮♱✮ likes, saves, and shares are always appreciated!

✮♱✮ no reposts allowed.

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[tswaney17]

Little Heir

@duskwhisperer and I are so excited to share “Little Heir” with you for @azrielappreciationweek day one, the family you make.

Thank you, @ruisfree for collaborating with us and bringing this piece to life. Still smiling and kicking our feet over all the creative details you added. We loved working with you! 💕

This commission and fic were inspired by the adorable idea of Azriel catching Nyx sneaking Aunt Elain’s cookies late at night. 🍪 We wanted to capture Azriel trying not to smile while Nyx guiltily looked up at him. With the scene set in Elain and Azriel’s kitchen, we thought it would be perfect to show Nyx’s artwork on display. And of course, we couldn’t resist showing our appreciation for a shirtless Az. 😏 We truly hope you adore this piece as much as we do.

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🎨 @ruisfree | Comm by: @duskwhisperer & @tswaney17

Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

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Trigger warnings: mild NSFW language, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,177

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.

Azriel felt the pull even in his deep sleep. That urgent tug that something was amiss. He knew the feeling of his shadows trying to drag him from his slumber. Had experienced it for years.

He very nearly growled at the disruption, until a single shadow curled around his ear, whispering their secrets.

The heir is awake. He wanders the house.

That had his attention, his eyes blinking open and seeing the sky outside their bedroom window still stained deep blue and purple, the sun not yet basking over the eastern mountains to grace them with its presence. The moon’s glow across the floor indicated it was still very late at night or in the wee hours of the morning. Far too early for the nearly five-year-old to be out of bed.

Why Nyx was awake, he didn’t know, but he’d soon find out. Azriel carefully detached himself from Elain’s warm body. Her brows furrowed in protest, a wordless sound passing through her parted lips as he slowly slipped away.

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[readychilledwine]

Azriel Week Day 3 Prompt - The Knife in the Dark - The Fall of Icarus

Summary - Waking up alone in a dark cell was not part of your mission plans, only you're not alone.

Warnings - torture, mentions of blood, Azriel being scary

A/n - I've never wrote a torture scene before 👀👀👀👀 I don't know if I'll ever write one again. Not 100% proud of this @azrielappreciationweek piece, but not hating it either.

Chains. You had always hated chains. You tugged at the ones on your wrists again, flinching as they cut into the soft skin of your wrist and gave in. 

"You're awake. Good, I was getting bored," you glared towards the darkness that voice came from, arms aching. Your father had warned you to enter the Night Court carefully, and you had. Which made this reality much harder to accept.

Blue siphons began to shine in the darkness in front of you, a large male looking as if he was death himself coming towards you. "Who are you and where did you come from?"

"Get Rhysand. He will know who I am and why I am here." That you realized was the wrong answer. A sharp blade pressed against the hollow point of your throat, causing you to whimper softly as you felt it nick the soft skin there. 

He smirked, "You are in no position to be making demands, little one." You steeled yourself, having sworn to your parents to speak to Rhysand and Rhysand only after he answered a riddle correctly. "Who are you and why are you here?"

You took a deep breath, the bargain tattoo burning as you contemplated breaking it. You made your choice, remembering who you were and your position in your home, and raised your head defiantly. "I will speak to Rhysand and no one else, dog, per my orders."

Azriel put a hand above your shoulder, making you silently grateful you had hidden your wings. "Where did you come from? I will send them a part of you so they know you failed. At least you'll die a loyal fool, though." At speed your mind hardly registered, he cut you.

First the inner part of your left bicep, then diagonally across your stomach, then across the tops of both thighs. You out your head against the stonewall, breathing deeply through the pain. "Kill me and you will find Pryithian lost for help in your upcoming war."

Azriel paused then. "And how would that be, little one." That blade dug back into your throat, and you sent a prayer to the Mother. This is how you'd die. You would die after being sent to Rhysand to ask why an illyrian male had been flying over Cretea and to offer assistance. 

You whispered softly. "I can't tell you." Death would come your way before the dishonor of breaking a bargain with your father, possibly endangering your fae. "I have orders."

Azriel slide that blade down the front of your shirt. "You'll die for your orders instead of just telling me the answers to my questions?"

You nodded. "I'll die for the safety of my home." Azriel didn't want to tell you how he understood. He didn't want to comfort you before doing what he was about to do. He sunk and twisted that blade into your left thigh, barely avoiding that crucial artery before pulling the blade out and putting it into your right hand, making you scream out and tears begin to fall. 

You don't know how long it went on for. Minutes, hours, days. He'd ask you the same three questions, anger setting in more and more for him as you denied him each time. You were beyond grateful were darkness found you again. Slipping into unconsciousness and falling limo against that stonewall.

Azriel lead Rhysand and Cassian to the room, opening it for him. He watched as Rhysand's face fell, his eyes going wide before he ran, ripping the heavy key ring from Azriel and unlocking the female prisoner. 

He went to the ground holding her, rocking her gently while he whispered to her it would be okay. "GO GET A FUCKING HEALER!" It wasn't Rhysand who yelled that at him, but his high lord commanding it. Cassian went instantly while Azriel stood paralyzed. 

"Sssssssshhhh," Azriel watched as Rhysand brushed a hair behind your ear. "You're okay little angel. It's going to be okay."

Azriel heard you speak weakly, "Icarus-"

Rhys interrupted voice broken, "Laughted as he fell and screamed to the winds. There's bitter triumph in failure, joy in the crash, and excitement in falling instead of soaring." The bargain and protect ward faded off of you, revealing those soft feathered wings. "I have you, y/n, you will be fine."

Azriel sat by your side on Rhysand's bitter angry orders. He didn't know how he didn't see it, those familiar doe eyes, that hair, your nose. Rhys was in the room, deep into a letter and scratching the parchment with rushed strokes. 

Parchment he was using to inform Maryam and Drakon of their youngest daughter's torture at Azriel's hands. Your little hand twitched in his and he moved instantly getting water ready for you as you shot awake, body fully healed from Madja, Rhysand, and Lucien's efforts. 

Rhys stiffened instantly, hearing the change in your breathing and set his pen down to come to your other side. "I'm glad you're awake." He offered gently. "Do you want anything?" 

You shook your head, moving closer to him and away from Azriel. It shouldn't have hurt him the way it did. But it had. It cut him deeply that his friend's daughter was afraid of him now. "I want to go home." 

Rhys nodded at the answer. "Why are you here, darling?"

"There was an Illyrian male flying over the ruins of Cretea. Why?"

Azriel shut his eyes. You had been sent as a contact point. He tortured not just his friend's daughter, but a potential allies' contact point. Rhysand inclined his head to Azriel. "I sent him to look for all of you and ask for help with the war we are about to face against Hybern. We assumed you all ran with Jurian looking for your mother." Rhysand offered you the water Azriel was holding. "Do you know if they will stand with us?" 

You shook your head in uncertainty. "I do not make those calls. My father and brothers do. I could have said yes before, but now, I-" You shook your head. "I do not know what dad will say when he hears of this."

Rhys nodded, understanding completely. "He would have never hurt you had he known. We understand why you were so heavily glamored. I know it is a lot to ask right now, but hopefully someday you'll understand why he did what he did."

Summer was beautiful, even if you were currently there being healed after one of Hyberns generals had singled you out. Madja was mending one of your wings, her wrinkled hands moving through the feathers and healing the bones slowly. 

Rhysand had pulled your father out moments ago, mentioning he had a prisoner that he needed your father to decide the fate of. 

You leaned further into Morrigan, appreciating the way she was comforting you by scratching your scalp with her long nails. She froze suddenly, face growing pale as she looked towards the entrance of the tent. Madja gasped loudly, leaving your back go look over who ever had just entered. 

Heavy footsteps made their way towards you, and you looked to see them belonging to a heavily siphoned male, blood soaking his armor and leather wings. You stared at Azriel's face, a brow raised, "Yes?"

"Your father sent me to inform you he is dead." You nodded, looking into those hazel eyes, "and that my debt is paid." You nodded again as Mor silently excused herself and Azriel took her place. 

"How'd you do it?"

Azriel chuckled. "Skinned him alive. One strip for every feather he ripped out and broken bone he gave you."

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Spymaster

Azriel's week: Day 2

Hosted by: @azrielappreciationweek

Word count: 1000+

Rhysand's claws gently knocked on your mind and you let him in. Could you come to my office for a sec, dear? he asked you.

I'm on my way, you answered and put the book aside. Claws left the feeling of soft caress on their way out.

You opened the door to Rhys' office just to be met with broad shoulders of Shadowsinger standing on the other side. " I know what my job is," you heard him say. Apparently they were discussing something important.

"Should I come later?" you peeked from behind him.

"No, Y/N," Rhys smiled. "It's about you, too. The answer to our request came from Day Court in the morning. You can go and use their library."

"That's great. Thank you. I will prepare and go first thing in the morning," you smiled, too, and you looked to where Azriel stood. You hadn't seen him since the day you visited your parents. Corners of his mouth lifted up in tight smile.

"Okay, so it's set," Rhysand nodded. "I almost forgot. Azriel here will go with you. He will keep you safe."

You wanted to object, but you knew it would be useless. He had already made up his mind. "Fine," you gave him nervous smile. "So.. I'm going to prepare." And with that you left.

Next morning you found Azriel waiting in front of your room, silently leaning to the wall with hands in pockets. "Ready?" he asked instead of greeting. You nodded.

Shadowsinger pushed off of the wall and led you to the roof. He took a look around and exhaled deeply before turning to you. He gave you tight smile and reached out to you. Startled you backed few steps. His eyes narrowed on you, studying your face, then he grinned. "We won't fly all the way to Day Court. Once we get out of the wards we will winnow." You teased your lower lip with teeth.

"I know. You just surprised me." Azriel huffed.

"So can we now?" he cocked head to the side offering you scarred hand in black glove. You hesitantly accepted it.

When you arrived to Day Court, you were greeted by Helion himself. You thanked him and handed over letter from Rhysand. After that you went straight to the library. You already knew which books you needed to obtain the information you were looking for, so you assumed it would take you max two days and you could head back home.

Azriel was still with you, walking few steps behind and like some bodyguard eyeing anybody who got too close, but when you sat down with the first book, he disappeared somewhere.

You so immersed yourself in the reading that you didn't notice that it was already evening and all scholars and librarians had left.

"How is it going?" deep night-kissed voice hummed next to your ear and you jumped up. Azriel was leaning over you, looking at the page you were reading. You didn't hear him come.

You shakily exhaled. "Fine. I think I need one more day and we can return."

"You don't need to hurry," his brows furrowed and fingers drummed on the table.

"I know," you pointed to a pile of written papers. "But I'm almost done."

Azriel's eyes searched your face and his lips pulled into thin line, obviously thinking about something. Then he leaned so close that his lips tickled your ear. "I need you to extend it," he whispered.

Frozen in place you swallowed hard. "Why?" you whispered back.

"Not now and definitely not here. We should go to our rooms anyway," he looked around, his voice grave. You put the book you were reading back to the shelf and followed Shadowsinger back to the palace.

Helion gave you bedrooms connected by small resting room with comfortably looking armchairs placed around the fireplace and round dining table for two. Servant brought you dinner shortly after you stepped into the room.

"It seems that somebody from Autumn Court is here looking for something and Rhysand wants to know what Beron is after. I followed them all day, but I'll need time to find out more." You nodded slowly.

You were waiting patiently for Azriel to explain why he asked you to play for time, but he still didn't say a single word, possibly forgetting all about it. You couldn't take it any longer and while the two of you were eating alone, you asked him about it. He didn't answer right away, probably waiting for his shadows to check out the place.

"What about Helion?"

"He had no idea they are here. Rhysand explained everything in the letter you gave him, but he can't interfere. At least not directly. So will you help me now?"

"Of course. I will try to extend our stay as long as possible."

"Thank you," he gave you small smile, his fingers brushed over your knuckles making your heartbeat speed up. Blushing fiercely you pretended to be preoccupied with the food and after that you retired to your bedroom.

Three days passed since you promised Azriel to postpone your return for as long as possible. You spent your days in library while Azriel spied on Autumn Court's people and gathered information that could possibly save a lot of lives in the future. You felt so small, useless and unimportant compared to him.

Usually Azriel walked you to the library in the morning and came to pick you up in the evening, but it was getting quite late and he hadn't appeared yet. Therefore you decided to return on your own. He most likely knew about your every step anyway, so he shouldn't have problem finding you.

You walked through city heading back to the palace while enjoying fresh evening air and looking at windows of already closed shops. You didn't notice you were followed. Not until they attacked you, putting some cloth bag on your head.

"Your spy foiled our lord's plans and now someone has to pay for it, but it won't be us," you heard them as they dragged you to who knows where. You tried to fight them, to scream, but there had to be something in that bag because soon enough you began to feel nauseous and passed out.

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[duskandcobalt]

spa day 🧖🏾🌸

wrote this fluffy little one-shot on a whim in an hour last night for @azrielappreciationweek Day 4: Domestic Life

Summary: Elain discovers the secret behind Azriel's perfect skin

1k words, pure fluff, PG-13 at most lol

#azrielappreciationweek2023 (if it isn't day 4 yet, pls ignore me... timezones are hard)

Elain smirks as she enters the townhouse, quietly following the sound of Azriel’s beautiful voice to the kitchen. She leans against the doorway, setting her market basket down by her feet as she watches him with crossed arms and an ever growing smile. 

His back is to her and he’s singing a song she had taught him a week ago. It was an old hymn that her father had sung to her and her sisters when they were children. She had noticed him humming it quietly to himself over the past few days but this was the first time she’d heard him singing it so clearly. 

If she wasn’t so distracted by the sight of him, she might’ve cried at how lovely he sounded singing something that meant so much to her.

To her delight, Azriel was completely bare other than a white towel slung low on his hips. He was fresh out of the bath. His dark hair was damp and a few rogue water droplets still clung to his wings and his skin, glistening whenever they caught the late morning sun. 

Elain couldn’t help but bite down on her lip as she watched the way those sparkling drops traveled slowly down his back, meandering around his shifting muscles before disappearing beneath his towel. 

“For Cauldron’s sake, Elain!” Azriel startles when he turns to find her silently staring at him from the entrance to the kitchen. Hiis shadows swarm him only to disappear seconds later as soon as they realise that the perceived threat was just Elain. “Those stealth lessons are working a little too well.” 

“Maybe you’re just a bad spy.” Elain drags her eyes from the well defined V shaped muscles that are barely hidden by his towel up to his eyes only to see that his face is covered in a thick, pale yellow paste. “What’s on your face?” 

It’s clear that he’d forgotten he had anything on his face based on the way he freezes and the way his chest and shoulders flush a deep pink.

“I didn’t expect you back until later.” He raises an arm to scratch at the back of his neck, a telltale sign that he’s embarrassed. 

Elain crosses the room until she’s directly in front of him. She cranes her neck upwards, peering at him as she sniffs lightly. 

“Is that honey?” She breathes in again. “And… yogurt?” 

“And turmeric.” He admits sheepishly, nodding. “A decade or two ago, I was visiting Day Court and a lady there taught me how to make these masks using things you can buy at most markets.”

Elain couldn’t help the scowl that formed on her lips at the mention of a lady from Day Court. She knew that Azriel had a number of lovers before her but it didn’t mean she appreciated the reminder. 

“It wasn’t like that, my love.” Azriel grins, tapping her nose with his index finger. “She worked in the baths at Helion’s home.”

“Not helping.” Elain rolls her eyes.

She’d heard all kinds of stories of the things that occurred when Helion was involved. She’d certainly noticed the way the High Lord of Day eyed Azriel, and even recently her, whenever they found themselves in the same place. 

“It was completely innocent, I promise.” Azriel’s large hands land on her waist, lifting her onto the counter and settling himself between her knees. “It’s become something of a special interest of mine. There’s all sorts of combinations. I find it relaxing.”

“No wonder you’re so pretty.” Elain finally cracks a smile and ignores the way her heart beats a little bit faster given the proximity of his naked, wet chest.  “Can I try?” 

“Sure.” Azriel nods, his eyes lighting up. “I’ve got some left over.” He turns to grab a small bowl with the yellow paste along with a small, clean towel that he dampens before returning to her. 

His fingers move to the laces on the front of her dress, loosening them enough to allow him to push the sleeves of her gown off her shoulders until she can slip her arms out. “Just so we don’t get anything on it.” 

“Of course.” Elain swallows under the heat of his gaze, clutching the loose fabric to her chest to keep it from falling down any further.

Azriel picks up the damp towel and carefully drags it over her face, gently removing any lingering traces of pollution from her morning in town. Once he’s done cleansing her face, he picks up the bowl, dips two fingers into the paste, and then sets to work - methodically applying the mixture to her skin. 

He starts on her cheeks, moving down to her chin and then up to her forehead, carefully avoiding getting anything in her hair as he explains the benefits of this specific blend of ingredients. Elain shivers at the coolness against her flushed skin as Azriel continues spreading the mask around in an even layer with well practiced hands, finishing with a light swipe over the bridge of her nose. “All done.”

“How do I look?” She bats her eyelashes at him.

“Beautiful as ever.” Azriel leans in to press his lips to hers, mindfully avoiding smudging either of their masks. 

A tingle runs up Elain’s spine and she reaches her arms up, wrapping them around his broad shoulders to keep him with her. The top of her dress falls to her waist without her hands there to hold it in place and her nipples peak with the exposure to the cool air of the kitchen. 

She kisses him again, just quick pert pecks of her lips to his, even though she wants more. One of her hands mindlessly journeys down his chest to his towel, her fingertips dipping under the fluffy fabric. 

“El.” Azriel growls, wrapping a hand around her wrist to stop her from going any further. “Don’t start something we can’t properly finish.” 

Elain begrudgingly pulls back, smirking at the tortured look on Azriel’s face as he takes in the sight of her bare breasts. She tugs her dress back up, threading her arms through the sleeves. “How long until we wash this off?” 

“Just ten minutes. Go on up. I’ll put the groceries away and then come meet you in the bathing chamber to rinse this off.” Azriel helps her off the counter, lightly grabbing her backside once her feet are on the floor. He lowers his lips to her ear. “Then, maybe we can play.”

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[greenleaf777]

I gotta say I LOVE how committed Azriel is LOL

Hes like ALL ELAIN ALL THE TIME he falls for her and hes all in. Theres no wishy-washy shit with Az. Hes so in love hes more than willing to battle and kill Lucien to be with Elain, hes willing to question an age old sacred cultural thing like the mating bond because he feels so strongly for Elain. In his bonus chapter the ONLY one he thinks about *cough*intimately*cough* is Elain. Hes not oooh elain but also oooh gwyn oooh mor oooh nesta oooh random fae he sees on the street lol.

Even before Elain with Mor all we know is that hes had feeling for only her for a VERY long time, only moving on when she didn’t reciprocate and he met the ONE who did want him.

Also, for how hardcore and spooky he supposed to be(and how a lot of the fandom sees him) he is really just a very quiet, thoughtful, caring character. And i think thats another reason he fits so well with Elain. And a big reason I am such a fan of him. Can’t wait to read is POV in Elains book. I also needs Elains pov of her just admiring him 😂.

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[azrielappreciationweek]

12 Day Countdown!

We're less than two weeks out to celebrate our favorite Shadowsinger and broody bat boy! Azriel Appreciation Week begins on Sunday, November 5, 2023! We can't wait to see what you have in store for us. 💙🗡🦇

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[saintepiales]

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[rosenecklaces]

Every tongue that rose against azriel thee shadowsinger shall fall

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[starswhogaze]

Azriel officially going 299 to 1 in snowball fights ❄️🪨

@azrielappreciationweek Day 7 | Free

“Rhys & Az were so mad at each other during the snowball fight that they were fighting dirty. Like putting ice & rocks in the snowballs & throwing them at each other at 500 mph. And Cassian, because he was all twitterpated, was just kind of smiling & half-paying attention, so after Rhys & Az just beat the sh*t out of each other, they both threw a snowball at the same time and knocked each other out, leaving a smiling, stupid Cassian the winner” — SJM in a post-acosf interview 😆

Here is the depiction of Az after he lost the most recent snowball fight, we imagine he was quite fed up with Rhys 🤭

♡ 🎨 by the remarkable @nanna.arts on Instagram

♡ Commissioned by @duskcowboy and me!

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[tswaney17]

Like Dad

Happy @azrielappreciationweek, Day 7: Free

I was very excited to bring back my Oh Baby AU for this week. I'm slowly coming out of my creative funk, and I hope to be back to posting on the regular here soon! 💕

Catch up here: Little One, My Son

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

Trigger warnings: none

Word Count: 2,224

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.

Azriel slid Rosalie’s plate back in front of her after cutting her roasted chicken up into more manageable bites.

“Thanks, Daddy!” she announced, spearing a piece of meat and popping it into her mouth.

He leaned down, kissing the top of her head.

“How is training going?” Elain asked her elder sister.

They were having their weekly family dinner at Rhys and Feyre’s manor. Since they all started having children, the sisters pushed to keep up these traditions so the cousins could grow up together. Or at least they tried to as much as possible. Occasionally, one group wouldn’t be able to make it, like when Amren and Varian were in Summer, or Cassian took his lot to the Illyrian Steppes. But, for the most part, they all showed up for this set-aside, few hours to reconnect as a family.

And it worked. Kaden and Nyx were as thick as thieves, and Rosalie and her younger cousin Sutton were already the best of friends. He loved seeing their children together. It reminded him much of his childhood with his brothers. The bond formed through centuries that could never be broken.

Tested, yes.

Broken, no.

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[readychilledwine]

Azriel Appreciation Week Day 4 - Domestic Life - Daycation

Summary - Having a day off together was rare, and Azriel knew he had to make the most of it by taking Lyria to his favorite place. His mother's.

Warnings - none

A/n- happy day four of @azrielappreciationweek Noone can convince me Azriel isn't the biggest mommy's boy, and having her approval of his mate would mean the world to him.

Ps if you haven't met Lyria yet and want to read some smut, you can find her in the following fics, both have 2 parts 💙

Slow Hands - Fours Company

Lyria arched her back, stretching her arms and legs as the soft morning sun painted her room a golden hue.

Then, she rolled over, pulling the blanket back over her red curls and snuggled deeper into her pillow.

She had scheduled herself a weekend off. A full 48 hours to rest her hands, her mind, her Magic. 48 hours to lay in the plush oversized bed she had purchased since her relationship with Azriel began all by herself. She released enough Magic to kiss her sheets and blanket in warmth, cocooning her in this unmatched feeling of comfort and sighed in happiness.

But that all went to shit quickly as she heard her door open and a body threw itself on her.

"Good morning, mate." Azriel pulled her blanket down, forcing her to look at him and smiled at her soft glare. "Rhys gave me today off."

Lyria popped up, her whole mood having shifted with that simple sentence. "Really?" Her wide eyes were silver lined with joy. "A whole day we can spend together?"

He nodded, stroking her messy hair. "There's somewhere I want to take you. It's important to me. But I figured we'd start with breakfast."

Azriel held her hand as they walked up to a small home on the edge of Velaris and the Sindra. The chimney was slowly billowing out smoke and the soft scent hearth welcoming them. They had stopped at the market, grabbing a bouquet of flowers, some baked goods, and a few other random things.

Azriel didn't knock when they got there, quickly dropping her hand with a boyish grin and kicking his boots off as fast as he could. "Ah, you're finally here!" A soft feminine voice made Lyria pause as she was removing her own flats. "And you brought her!"

She caved looking over her shoulder and instantly stood straight. Azriel was approaching a beautiful illyrian female, her soft hazel eyes adorned with laughter lines, her long dark hair had begun to grey slightly. Lyria easily placed the age based off her own father's looks and knew immediately.

Her mate had brought her to his mother's house.

Azriel held her for a little while before handing her the flowers Lyria had picked. A mix bouquet of wild and beautiful things. "Hi momma."

"Hi baby," she touched Azriel's face gently. "Introduce me to your mate. You're being very rude, Azriel."

Lyria and Florence sat on the couch together, snuggled under a blanket while Azriel finished cooking dinner. She had spent the day gossiping with his mother over snacks and drinks while she put her son to work around the house causing him to throw playful glares their way every so often.

They were currently discussing Lyria's job, something the female had been very interested in when Azriel finally spoke. "She might be willing to work you into her schedule mom. I'll pay."

Lyria looked at him, a single brow raised. "Why would I require payment?"

"For your time," Azriel answered slowly.

"She's your mother?" Lyria turned back to Florence. "I have tomorrow off! We should go shopping and then I can give you a massage! You will love it." Adoration flooded the bond from Azriel, tickling her heart and making her cheeks flush slightly.

Florence looked to Az, "Someone does owe me a shopping trip. And you two are staying the night."

Azriel had looked up, pausing mid stir. "My checkbook hurts already. Foods done. I made your favorite, momma."

Azriel pulled Lyria closer to him in the bed, kissing her nose and forehead before forcing it into his shoulder and neck. She had fallen asleep hours ago, her cheeks flushed from the wine her and his mother had been drinking while the 3 of them played games.

He had to carry both her and his mother to bed, the two females both giggling at their turn and telling him how much they loved each other, and in turn him. Azriel smiled into his mate's wild hair, already a mess of flames and curls, and shut his eyes with a soft sigh, enjoying the way Lyria unknowingly heated their bed to the perfect temperature.

He had finally brought a female his momma approved of home to her, now all he had to do was survive a day shopping with both of them.

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

The family you make

Azriel's week: Day 1

Hosted by: @azrielappreciationweek

Word count: 1300+

You returned to the House of Wind more mentally than physically exhausted, tears stinging your eyes. You regretted the silly decision the moment you stepped into your parents' house. How could you be so naive to think things would change? After so many years that only proved that your parents wouldn't change. Never.

For them you were the biggest disappointment in their perfect lives. Whatever you did, nothing was enough, nothing was good. Your work in Library and cooperation with High Lord and inner circle? Pointless. Living in the High Lord's palace? Pathetic. Being part of his inner circle? Embarrassing. Suddenly your entire life felt like one big failure and you were drowning in it.

You were so tired and beaten by the life itself, that you weren't able to make it all the way to your room and needed to find some silent place nearby where you could put yourself together, away from prying eyes. You looked around, realising there is small family library right on your left.

Silently you entered and quickly closed the doors behind. You forced legs to take you to the one of the corners hidden behind shelves where nobody would notice you. As you dragged yourself through the room you didn't see anybody in there. The sets of armchairs and sofas were empty as well as the aisles between the shelves. You sighed in relieve. At least Mother had been merciful to you. Sitting down in the dark corner you pulled knees to chest and resting head on your arms you gave free rein to the feelings.

You didn't hear anybody to enter the library, so you startled when a deep voice came from the other side of aisle.

“Are you okay?” You couldn't see a thing because of the tears that wouldn't stop rolling down your cheeks, but you didn't even need to. You knew the voice as well as his owner. It was Azriel, the dangerously looking shadowsinger.

You became part of inner circle just recently and while others had welcomed you with open arms, he kept his distance. You still vividly remembered as he flinched when he first met you as well as his piercing gaze that followed you for the rest of that day. It was quite uncomfortable, making you feel naked in public. Even now you sometimes sensed his eyes being glued to your back causing unpleasant shiver ran down your spine. Only good point was he had never been mean to you, but he wasn't friendly either.

“I'm fine,” you managed to breath out between sobs, still hiding face in sleeves. Azriel huffed.

“If you insist,” was the only thing he said, but you could hear the sound of his boots getting closer to you. You tried to stifle sobs, but he certainly still heard them anyway. Wings rustled as he sat down in front of you. “Something happened when you went to visit your parents earlier?” Surprised, you looked up at him through tears.

“How do you know where I went?” He shrugged shoulders as if to say that the answer is clear. Another wave of tears welled up in your eyes as you remembered all the insults parents told you today.

“Sometimes people we are bond to by blood aren't the best of the family,” he said, his voice much softer than you had ever heard him to use.

“They are the only family I have,” you opposed. A lump rose in your throat as sadness consumed your inside.

“You are wrong,” he simply said.

Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He measured you from head to toe with unreadable expression.

“We are your family or at least can be one if you let us.” His hazel eyes with gold flecks wandered around your face, searching for answer on unspoken question. You were too tired and felt so bad, you really didn't get what he was telling you at first. You shook your head in frustration. Corners of his perfect mouth lifted up in hardly-there smirk.

“Rhys and Cassian already consider you their little sister. Mor and Feyre like you, too. I'd dare to say even Amren kind of likes you in her own way.”

Any other day these words would make you happy, but today wasn't that day. For some reason it hurt you even more. His words were like salt to your widely open wound and you broke down. Azriel made a restless noise and his wings rustled while shadows whirled around you, caressing your back and arms. He hesitantly reached out and his big warm hand landed on your head, gently patting it.

“They really do?” you sobbed.

”Yeah.”

“And what about you?” He stiffened. “You don't want me around you and your family.” You felt bad for what you said as soon as the words left your mouth. It was a blow below the belt, especially when he was trying so hard to be nice.

He thought about it for a second, silence stretching between you. "I like you too," he muttered reluctantly at last, his voice slightly shook on word 'like'.

"Liar," you laughed through tear, but there wasn't any joy in it.

"I'm honest. You are my family," Azriel stated, his voice flat of any emotions. "Maybe I can't show it as easily as others, but I do think so. Really." His eyes seemed to be earnest, but his body was sending the opposite signals. You just nodded, blush spreading on your face. Even though it was confusing, something in his statement put on a spark in your chest and you felt a bit better.

"Thank you," you muttered. One corner of his mouth lifted up forming a lovely dimple in his cheek, his hand slipped down to your shoulder and rubbed it reassuringly.

"Anytime," he mumbled. "I'm here for you." He watched you for a while with lips pressed into a tiny line. "Should I leave you alone?" he asked hesitantly.

You shook head. "I mean if you don't mind, but you probably have some work to do." You wanted to add that he always seemed to be busy, but you didn't. Azriel just nodded in answer.

And so you sat there in quite comfortable silence. Your sobs gradually calmed down, but he continued to rub your arm in soothing circles.

Suddenly doors opened and you could hear heavy steps. "Y/N, you in there?" Cassian called into the room. Azriel looked into your wide eyes and nodded once in understanding. Then he swiftly stood up and peeked from the aisle.

"She isn't here," he answered seemingly bored. "Do you need something from her?"

Although you couldn't see Cassian, you could imagine how his brows furrowed now.

"Not really. Y/N went to her parents, but she should be already back. She's always depressed after that, so I just wanted to make sure she's okay."

"I see," Azriel said without interest. "Did you try her room?"

"Yeah, I did, but she isn't there. Books are quite her comfort, so I thought she might be in here. Never mind. I'm going to ask Clotho if she has seen her." And with that Cassian left.

Azriel waited few moments before he returned to you. "You okay?" he asked sitting back down.

"Thanks," you nodded. Once Rhysand told you that even though it didn't look like that, when it comes to family, Azriel is very caring and protective type. Now you wondered if this was also his way of taking care of family. As you were thinking about it, something warm raised in your chest.

You wiped your tears on the sleeve. "I guess I should go clean myself. Cassian is already worried enough. He doesn't need to see me like this."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Azriel cocked head to the side, watching you carefully.

"I feel much better thanks to you. I'm really grateful," you gave him small smile.

Shadowsinger just nodded, helping you stand up. Then he stepped aside, so you could pass him.

Before you turned the corner you looked back at him once again, but he was already searching the shelves with books. "Thank you," you whispered and left.

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[duskandcobalt]

Comfort Crowd

hi! this is my contribution to day one of #azrielappreciationweek2023 (cc: @azrielappreciationweek)

the prompt is "The Family You Make" so I wrote a little one-shot about Az and Nesta, my favourite little bestie pairing 💕

1.3k words - no warnings other than slight language :) just two friends notorious for not talking about their emotions, talking about emotions!

ENJOY XX

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Azriel struggles to hold back his grin when Nesta waddles into the library at the House of Wind where he’s reclined on a sofa in front of the fireplace, flipping through yet another report in preparation for a meeting with Rhys in the morning. She’s wearing a simple oversized nightgown in the colour of cream, one of her hands rests on her swollen belly while the other is pressed against the small of her back.

Nesta is only a few weeks from giving birth to his very first niece and while she’d only become more beautiful over the past few months, the scowl on her face tells him that she is more than ready for this pregnancy to be over.

Azriel quickly swings his long legs off the sofa, shuffling around and sitting up to make room for her.

“Oh, yes. Please. Go ahead and laugh at me.” She glares at him as he chuckles, watching as she carefully lowers herself onto the seat he’d left free for her. He knows better than to offer help but a few of his shadows gather around her just in case. “If you had been a better chaperone, maybe I wouldn’t be in this fucking predicament.”

“Right.” Azriel snorts. “As if my presence has ever deterred you two from…” He trails off, making vague gestures with his hands to convey his thoughts instead of using the obscenities that came to mind. 

She only rolls her eyes in response and he knows that she knows that he’s right. 

Nesta and Cassian had never been particularly shy about making sure their needs were met and as ravenous as the two of them were, Azriel’s ears had unintentionally been made witness to their activities more times than he cared to admit. Even the enchanted ear plugs Elain gave him for Solstice one year hadn’t been enough to drown out the sound some nights.

Azriel pats his leather covered thigh and Nesta’s lips tilt upwards at the corners as she turns to the side and lifts her legs. He reaches down and meets her halfway, grasping her calves to help her lay on the sofa with her feet in his lap. Nesta sighs with relief at the feeling of his thumb pressing into the sole of her foot.

“Oh you’re so wonderful to me, Shadowsinger. So good with those hands of yours.” She smirks. There’s a suspicious lilt to her voice. “I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you with you-know-who.” 

Azriel’s hands pause as he fixes her with a stern look. 

“Sorry, sorry!” Nesta apologises, laughing in a way that tells Azriel she isn’t sorry at all. “Please keep going, I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

They spend most of their evenings together like this whenever Azriel is home from an assignment, whether Cassian is around or not. Most of the time, the three of them gather together in the library or the living room, chatting until the early hours of the morning. But sometimes it’s just him and Nesta, sitting in the comfort of each other’s presence, passing sweets back and forth while she reads a book and he reads his reports.

It was rare for Azriel to befriend new people but Nesta had seamlessly become a significant part of his life because they had understood each other so intrinsically from the very beginning.

Azriel had seen right through her abrasiveness. He knew that behind her snark and cutting remarks, there was a female that was so wounded that she’d rather push people away than let someone in close enough to hurt her. He understood that she was frightened to allow herself the things she wanted for fear that they would be taken from her.

Likewise, he had caught Nesta watching him with eyes that noticed too much on multiple occasions. He was aware that she saw the way he yearned for something or someone he couldn’t or wouldn’t allow himself to pursue. Azriel also had utter confidence that she would never say anything about it to anyone, or even to him, unless he brought it up first. 

Nesta would always keep his unspoken secrets just as he kept hers. 

It’s quiet in the library for a long while, only the quiet crackle of the fire and the sighs coming from Nesta as Azriel relieves the agonsing tension in her feet, when she breaks the silence. 

“Az?” Her voice is uncharacteristically soft in a way that makes her seem so small. When he glances over at her, Nesta’s eyelids are shut and there’s a tiny, sad frown on her face. 

“What is it, Nes?”

“I’m so scared.” Her words are shaky and barely above a whisper. “What if I’m not a good mother?”

Azriel’s eyebrows furrow together, his fingers stopping for half a second as he contemplates what to say.

“Why would you think that?” 

“I just…” She takes a deep breath. “I never had a good relationship with my own mother and I’m worried that I’ll end up being just like her.” 

Azriel opens his mouth to respond but stops when she continues.

“Cassian is so good. He has so much love and he gives it so freely.” Nesta swallows. “It’s harder for me. What if I screw her up?” 

“I think that being worried that you’ll be like your mother is proof enough that you won’t be anything like her. Bad parents don’t tend to worry about how they’ll treat their children.” Azriel says gently. “You love so deeply, Nesta. Just because you show it in a different way than Cass, it doesn’t mean that you’re any less capable of raising and caring for a child than he is.” 

Nesta exhales and Azriel can tell that her mind is still racing. 

“You practically raised, Elain.” He rotates her ankles. “I know how much you love your sisters and I know how much they love you. Besides, you’re already wonderful with Nyx. He adores you. He’s always babbling about his Aunt Nesta.”

Azriel smiles when he hears her laugh quietly. She knows that what he said is true. Because while Rhysand and Feyre’s son was often attached by the hip to Elain, Nesta was the only person he’d leave her to go running to the second he heard her voice or she entered his line of vision. 

Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys had all burned with jealousy that the winged boy they had waited centuries for had seemingly taken an immediate liking to the females of the family but with any luck, they’d get their revenge once Cassian and Nesta’s daughter entered the picture.

“You’ll be an incredible mother.” Azriel pats her calf in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. “You and Cass will be brilliant parents and that little girl will be so loved. You know I can’t wait to meet her.”

“You’re a great friend, Az.” She reaches a hand out to him and he takes it in his. Warmth floods him as she squeezes his fingers gently. “Cass and I are lucky to have you. She’ll be so  lucky to have you, too.” Nesta rubs her other hand over her bump and Azriel watches in amazement as her movement is met with a small but powerful kick from the babe inside her womb. 

“She agrees.” One of Nesta’s eyebrows lifts in amusement and she gives him her first proper smile of the night. 

His heart swells as he returns her bright smile with a soft one of his own. It swells even more when he looks up to see Cassian leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, watching him and Nesta with a fond smile and eyes shimmering with tears.

Azriel couldn’t possibly think of anyone better suited to be his best friend’s Mate. Nesta was strong willed and stubborn but she loved so fiercely even if she couldn’t admit it to herself. She would lay her life on the line for Cassian over and over again, as she had done once before. It was the tough, relentless type of love that his kind hearted friend deserved and Azriel was proud that over time, she had slowly but surely become someone that he could not only call his friend, but his sister.

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