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moonlightazriel · 2 days

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Chapter 11: Illusions /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: They part on their journey to Koschei’s lair.

Word Count: 2,3K

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of fighting and blood.

Notes: I love this chapter so so much hehehehehe

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She woke up to a familiar smell, her face pressed against a soft, warm chest. Her eyes slowly blinked, and she looked up, seeing the most beautiful sight ever. Azriel rested peacefully, sun casting a glow to his brown skin, his hair softly falling on his forehead.

His lips formed a cute pout and he snored a bit. He looked so serene and pretty like this. She kept watching him, her finger tracing the contour of his jaw, watching as his long eyelashes fluttered open.

“Good morning.” He said, his voice raspy from sleeping. He caressed her cheek.

“Good morning.” She replied, yawning as she got up. “We have to prepare, we will travel tonight.” She announced, going to her bathroom and closing the door.

Azriel sighed happily, waking up with her was something he dreamed rather frequently, and he hoped their relationship improved to the point that they would do this forever, he wanted to wake up to that beautiful face, trace her scar and make love to her before going out to training, he wanted to be able to bring her breakfast in bed and always see that beautiful smile across her face.

He got up, opening the door and poking his head out, looking at both sides before he sneaked out, just to bump in none other than Elain. He scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed as she looked at him up and down. He opened his mouth to say anything but he was interrupted by Lucien coming out of her room as well. The three stood there, facing each other in silence.

It was Elain who started to laugh, her airy giggles filling the hallway, prompting the two males to laugh too.

“Now that’s embarrassing.” She said, and Lucien walked closer to her, his hand brushing hers.

“I have to say that the Mother indeed has a good sense of humour.” Azriel said, eyeing the couple. “But I’m glad things worked out for you two.” Lucien relaxed at that.

“Same Az, same.” She replied, before grabbing Lucien’s hand and walking towards the dining room. Azriel entered his chambers, locking the door behind him, laughing to himself.

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“Azriel, huh?” Lucien said, he watched as she tied her bags across the saddle of Meraxes, offering to take their clothes for them.

“What?” She yelled from up there.

“Saw him leaving your room this morning.” Lucien laughed.

“When you left Elain’s room?” She quipped, making the male blush.

“I took her home yesterday, she said she wanted to talk.” Lucien scratched his head. “We talked almost all night, she opened her heart and I opened mine, we’re ready to start again, courting each other the right way.”

Lucien held his bag above his head, throwing it to her open hands, she clutched it, tying against her own bag. Sliding down the wyvern’s leg, she wiped the sweat out of her forehead.

“We talked too, after last night I couldn’t stand being alone.” She said, patting Meraxes on the nose and walking with Lucien back to the house, Azriel’s bag already up there.

“I’m glad things are going great.” He pulled her closer by the shoulders and she rested her head against him with a smile. “We deserve it.”

“We definitely do.” She agreed, and the two parted ways. Nesta had called her for training later that day, since Gwyn had morning duties and couldn’t attend.

So she followed to the training ring she went to last time. Nesta and the females greeted her, and they started to train, with basic exercises to prepare their muscles first, then hand in hand combat.

Nesta paired up with her, they bowed to each other in respect before assuming their fighting positions. The two circled each other, studying their movements and looking for any breach so they could attack.

Y/N noticed the opening in her left flank and the smugness on Nesta’s face, and she knew it was on purpose, aiming there before she crouched, spinning and hitting Nesta’s legs with her own, sending the female stumbling down on her back. Nesta gasped as the air was knocked out of her lungs, jumping until she was back on her feet, lunging for the female.

Her fist hit the side of her ribs, making her groan and punch her hands away from her body. Nesta grabbed her by the neck, prompting Y/N to sneak her arms from under Nesta’s, forcing her to let go of her neck, she forced Nesta down, her stomach colliding against her raised knee.

A punch to Y/N’s face, making the skin go purple immediately. The two kept going at each other's throat, Y/N would never go easy on her because she respected Nesta as a warrior, and she was glad Nesta was doing the same to her, putting all of her efforts in trying to win the sparring match.

Twenty minutes later, blood and sweat mixed as the two kept landing blow after blow. She was getting tired, so she wrapped her legs around Nesta’s torso, pulling her down with her, locking her arm in a breaking grip. Nesta groaned trying to free herself but Y/N gripped her harder, not allowing her to.

“Tap out.” She ordered and Nesta huffed, tapping her leg three times, Y/N let her go, getting up and helping Nesta back to her feet. “It was a good match.”

“You’re very good, you should join us more often.” Nesta offered, smiling at the female and Y/N nodded.

“Let’s think about it.” She said, wiping the sweat off her forehead with a cloth Emerie offered her. She stayed with them, eating sandwiches and drinking cold tea by the sparring ring.

The females sat together, laughing and talking about training, some more shy than others, just nodding and not actually talking. Nesta noticed how Y/N looked at them, slowly sliding until she was sat by her back, Y/N turned her head, looking at Nesta with only one eye open.

“They come from the library, each female there has a tragic story and that is their safe space. I convinced them to train so they would never be vulnerable again.” She whispered and Y/N nodded, she had no idea.

“That’s really nice of you, giving them a second chance.” She smiled.

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” Nesta had a distant look on her face, and Y/N remembered the story Nesta had told her.

“I’m glad it’s you then, they have a lot to learn from you.” Nesta rested her head against her back, feeling happiness settle in her heart, the only one that had appreciated and supported her like this besides her Valkyries, was Cassian. It was a nice feeling having someone complimenting and being proud of her like this.

As the females left the ring to go back to their lives, Nesta guided Y/N back inside, pulling her towards her bathroom, where she forced her to sit on the sink counter while she cleaned her wounds, they looked worse than hers. She healed slower after all. Nesta cleaned the blue blood smeared across her face, and then pulled out a little bottle from inside the cabinet.

“For the swell of your eye.” She handed the potion, watching Y/N dump it in one strike. “I don’t want Azriel pestering me about it.”

“He wouldn’t.” Y/N reassured, feeling her eye starting to open little by little, soon only the purple marks would remain.

“He cares a lot about you, of course he would.” Nesta jokes, getting away from her and starting to clean her own face.

“You think so?” She shyly asked, getting out of the sink.

“Yeah, I do.” The female replied, and Y/N nodded.

“Thank you for the potion.” She said, hearing Nesta hum in agreement as she exited the bathroom and went towards her own room to have a shower.

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They sat there, having dinner. Y/N had spent the rest of her day reading the diary Morrigan had found, it talked about old gods and how they got to Prythian. They would travel all night and stay at the manor Lucien lived with his friends. Despite taking her bags for him, he would winnow first, to prepare the house for them, while Y/N took Azriel on Meraxes with her.

She kept quiet, still a bit uncomfortable with the pity stares the inner circle directed at her, especially Feyre. She tried to ignore but it was hard, so she just sat there in silence, eating her food and drinking her blood that Amren had provided for her again, in a way to comfort her for what she had seen yesterday.

“Are you ready to go?” Azriel asked as he noticed her empty plate.

“Just need to grab something.” She said, excusing herself and walking back to her room, to brush her teeth and get her sword. After she was done, she got back to the dining room, where everyone shared their goodbyes to them.

“Please come back to us.” Feyre begged as she hugged Y/N, the female swallowed the lump on her throat at the sight of the teary eyed high lady.

“I will.” She promised, parting their hug and going to another pair of arms, one by one, they hugged her like she was never going to be back. They enjoyed having her around and despite wanting to help her to go back, they didn’t really want her to be gone from their lives.

“Let’s go.” Azriel urged, pulling her by the hand towards the balcony Meraxes waited. It felt weird flying with something else that it wasn’t his own wings, but the distance he would take days to achieve, Meraxes could in hours.

So Azriel shut his mouth, hugging her waist as he sat behind her, a belt steadying him into place. Meraxes started to fly and it felt so different, the winds were stronger and he was faster.

“Do you remember the way?” She mocked, sensing the tense male behind her.

“Just go in a straight line and we’ll be fine.” He said above the sound of the wind.

“Hear that boy?” She asked Meraxes. “Let’s go then.” The winds intensified as the wyvern beat his wings faster, soaring over the city and towards the Band of Exiles home, where they would stay and watch Koschei closely.

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“We’re just a day away from the house.” Azriel said looking at the map, they had stopped in a hidden place around the Spring Court border. Since she refused to leave Meraxes behind, they could only travel at night to keep him hidden from curious eyes.

“Great.” She said finishing with the sheep she was feeding the wyvern. Azriel had flown to a nearby city to get two of them for Meraxes, Lucien had guaranteed he would have enough to feed him for as long as they needed to stay.

Meraxes loudly burped after he finished his meal, receiving an incredulous glare from Azriel and a scoff from his rider. “You’re so nasty.” She had said, just to be rudely pushed by his nose, making her lose balance and fall on her ass. Azriel started to laugh, receiving another scoff from her.

“Keep laughing and I’ll keep the tent just for myself.” She threatened and he lifted his hands in surrender.

“I won’t.” He promised, and she got up, her hands dirty as she groaned. “There’s a lake nearby if you want to clean yourself.” She started to roam around her things, pulling a pair of lighter clothes and a towel.

“Be right back.” She said, turning her back to him and swaying her hips away towards the lake.

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She had left for at least 20 minutes, and Azriel was starting to get worried, he shared a look with Meraxes and the thing nodded, like he understood that he should keep guard while Azriel searched for her.

He walked towards the lake, finding her discarded clothes both dirty and clean by the shore. He couldn’t spot her on the lake either. So he followed the wet trail that led him towards the closed parts of the woods.

He found her there, drenched and coated in blood. Her sword hanging from her hand, and laying limply by her side, was Azriel. He looked at her and at himself laying there, with an open neck and blood pouring out of the wound.

“You appeared out of nowhere, saying that you had something you wanted to tell me.” She started, and Azriel looked at her again, swallowing as he took in her naked form? Blood coated her full breasts, her soft waist and the lower parts of her body like she had bathed in it. “When I got here you tried to fucking kill me.” She gritted her teeth, and Azriel slowly got closer to her.

“That was a Puca, they create illusions to try and lure people.” He grabbed her hand and she flinched. He slowly pulled her hand up, above his heart. “See? It’s beating, I’m real.” She looked at him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kept looking at her eyes to avoid looking down.

She quietly followed him, going to the lake as Azriel discarded his own clothes, going after her to help her clean. He pulled her close by the waist, the water above her shoulders, not dark enough to hide her frame from his curious eyes.

“I thought it was you.” She said quietly.

“It’s okay, I’m here now.” He pulled her chin up, eyes drifting to her lips as a thought crossed his mind.

Puca’s assumed the form of what the person desired most to lull them and kill them after. His dead body replayed itself in his mind, meaning that the Puca knew this was the only way to convince her to go with him.

With that in mind, Azriel lowered his head, capturing her lips in a kiss.

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 6 hours

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Elain: If I fall...

Azriel: I'll be there to catch you.

Feyre: *Looks at Rhys* What if I fall?

Rhys: Then I'll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Cassian: *Looking at Nesta* And if I fall?

Nesta: I'll be the one who pushed you.

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cafe-viennois · 5 months

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Feyre & Rhys 🌙

Nesta & Cassian 🦇

A little serie of illustrations I did for Inktober 2023!

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rosiethorns88 · 5 months

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Dropping the latest Sketch-a-Wish, voted by my Patreons for the month of October! Featuring one of everyone's favorite dragon-rider (no, not that one!) A scene from Heir of Fire where Manon attempts to feed Abraxos, whom has eyes (and a nose) only for flowers!

#sarahjmaas #heiroffire #throneofglass #manonblackbeak #abraxos #manorian #sjm #tog #hof #wormInTheMeadow #my art

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acourtofdreamsanddarkness · 9 months

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Another day without being able to mind speak with a hot dark haired tattooed man….

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bright-side20 · 23 days

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Azriel /Shadowsinger;Starborn

I wanted to write about why I believe Az has a secret starborn lineage ever since Hofas was released, so here it is:

Acomaf : “Like the daemati,” Rhys said to me, “shadowsingers are rare—coveted by courts and territories across the world for their stealth and predisposition to hear and feel things others can’t.”

Rhys compared Daemati to the shadowsingers because they're both rare.

Hofas: My story begins before I was born." The female's voice was heavy-weary. Tired and sad. "During a time I know of only from my mother's stories, my father's memories." She lifted a finger to the space between her brows. "Both of them showed me once, mind-to-mind. So I shall show you."

Thea and Fionn were Daemati, so it's a power of the Dusk Court people.

Hosab: Night haired Helena, from whose golden skin poured starlight and shadows Hofas : My mother eventually trusted only Helena and myself to seek the truth. She knew we could be of great use to her, because we bore the shadows as well as starlight. We spent a month hidden in the enemy's stronghold, no more than shadows ourselves. By the time we returned to our mother, we'd learned the truth.

Helena and Silene both possessed the power of shadows, they worked as spies because of it. Light and shadows are the power of the Dusk.

Conclusion :Both Daemati and Shadowsingers are Dusk Court people's powers, and they are rare in Prythian because most of them left for Midgard.

Acofas: Though the cobalt Siphons were proof that his Illyrian heritage ran true, even the rich lore of that warrior-people, my warrior-people, did not have an explanation for where the shadowsinger gifts came from. They certainly weren’t connected to the Siphons, to the raw killing power most Illyrians possessed and channeled through the stones to keep from destroying everything in its path. Azriel nodded his agreement, his shadows twining around him. Most of the camp women had ducked into their homes when he’d appeared. A rare visit from the shadowsinger. Both myth and terror. Az looked just as displeased to be here, but he’d come when I asked.

The Illyrians have absolutely no idea where Azriel's power came from. It's not related to their own magic, and he's even somewhat of a myth to them. I think if his power came from a special Illyrian lineage like Enalius, they would know, given their attachment to their culture and history.

*Shadows nature and abilities :

I'll start with Bryce comparing Azriel's shadows to Cormac's shadows:

Hofas:

Azriel, without Rhysand to translate, watched in silence. Bryce could have sworn shadows wreathed him, like Ruhn's, yet... wilder. The way Cormac's had been.

And then Az admitting that it's a magical power:

The shadows are made of magic, just very condensed.

Hosab,Cormac :

“You can teleport,” Bryce said, voice low..... Well, that explained how he’d shown up at Ruhn’s house party.... Once he’d had them, he’d simply walked right out of a shadow in the doorway.

“Where did you inherit the ability from?” Cormac squared his shoulders, every inch the proud prince as he said, “It was once a gift of the Starborn."

And then back to Hosab, Cormac says that his ability to winnow is because he's Starborn. We also know that Azriel can winnow through shadows, which could be attributed to his secret Fae lineage.

_Also There are similarities between Cormac's father, the twins' power, and Az's power :

Hofas: Shadows whispered over Morven's broad shoulders, trailing off his scaled armor. "He was a defiant boy. I thought I'd beaten it out of him long ago." Acomaf: It was an effort not to stare at Azriel as he watched them head up the steep street, arm in arm and bickering with every step. The shadows gathered around his shoulders, like they were indeed whispering to him, shielding him, perhaps.

The shadows talk to Morven just like they talk to Azriel.

Hofas: The twins opted to live. A shield of shadows slammed against the reaching spears of lightning. It was all Bryce needed to see before she burst into motion.

Acowar : “Enough, Azriel,” Rhys ordered. Perhaps those shadows that now slid and eddied around the shadowsinger hid him from the wrath of the binding magic. The others made no move to interfere, as if wondering the same.

The Twins' shadows were able to shield them from Hunt's Lightning just like the shadows shielded Azriel in the High Lords meeting, and nobody understood how it was possible.

*Last but not least :

About the troves :

Nesta stiffened. “If they’re all enchanting you to forget, how is it that Azriel was able to remember and bear the information here?” “Perhaps once you learn of it, recognize it, the spell is broken,” Amren said

Azriel was the one who brought the information about the troves . I think it could simply be because he's Starborn, so he has the ability to still remember them.

And of course, the last thing is him being able to wield the Starsword:

The male now held the Starsword at the ready, Truth-Teller gripped in his other hand.He must have had some sort of Starborn blood in him, then-a distant ancestor, maybe. Or maybe his possession of the knife somehow allowed him to also bear the Starsword.

After Hunt's daddies issues, I know that she could make Az somehow special, Illyrian-made, but I think this makes more sense and is more interesting: we know that his father is an Illyrian lord, but we don't know anything about his mother. Perhaps she could be a half-breed, he would still look like a full Illyrian but with a special power from his Fae lineage.

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azriels-angels · 1 year

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Pain, Pain, Go Away

𓆩♡𓆪M a s t e r l i s t 𓆩♡𓆪

Azriel x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Smut

Based on this ask. Let's all thank Lia for writing while ovulating. I do deeply apologize for this being so late. This fic means so much to me, so I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. Check the warnings, angels. Enjoy💋

Warnings: Smut/period sex.

You wanted to die. You've never been in such immense pain before. Even though you've had your biannual menstrual cycles for nearly a century now, you've never gotten used to that gut-wrenching pain that made you thrash and groan into your bed. Not to mention the never-ending nausea and back cramps that came with it.

You'd decided to accompany Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian to the training camps today, wanting to see your friend Inara, the only female shop owner in Illyria. You'd thought that your visit would be over before your cycle came, but as soon as you felt that first cramp strike while conversing with your friend over tea and muffins, you knew you were doomed. The males you loved dearly had immediately ended their visit at the sound of your first cry. Rhysand flew you back to the House of Wind while Azriel and Cassian raked through the shops of Velaris to find the sweet goodies that helped soothe your cravings.

Rhysand placed a cool, damp cloth over your forehead, gently padding the beads of sweat that had formed from your distress.

"Thank you," You hummed after sighing in relief. The cold cloth did little to whisk away your fever, though, brought a sense of comfort, nonetheless.

"No need to thank me, y/n," Your brother's smug grin arrived as he continued to press the cloth over your eyelids. "Who else will tend to the sweet damsels in distress of our Court?"

As much as you tried to let out a laugh, you could only send him a tight-lipped smile before wincing at the new wave of pain that coursed through your womb. You clutched onto the soft, silk, violet sheets that covered your abdomen before groaning impatiently.

"When will they get here?"

"Soon," Rhys gave you an assuring smile, leaving the cloth atop your head before folding his hands behind his back. "Are you sure you want to wait for sweets?"

You let out a growl before glaring up at Rhysand, threat clear in your eyes. "You see the state that I'm in. Do you really want to witness what I'm like without my necessities?"

Your brother tipped his head back as he let out a throaty laugh. You could be in your bathing chambers, soaking into your large warm bath to ease your tense muscles. Though, you were desperately waiting on the arrival of your treats before doing so.

As if summoned by the mere thought of them, you could hear the two Illyrians shuffling behind your bedroom door. The golden handle began to twitch before it stopped, a small yelp coming soon after.

"You knock on a lady's door before entering," A muffled voice reprimanded from behind the door before you heard a firm knock.

Azriel.

You let out a delighted squeal, pleased that your treats finally came.

"Come in, you bastards," Rhysand called as the males entered your bedroom. The scent of your menstrual cycle hit Cassian and Azriel full force. The former shook it off much quicker than the latter, who ironically was nearing his rut.

"We didn't know what to get you specifically. So, we got you everything we could find." Cassian sent you a nervous grin, gently setting the pack of treats over your stomach before walking back to where Azriel stood near the door as you began to dive into the various chocolates and truffles.

"You two act as if I'm ill," You popped a raspberry chocolate egg into your mouth before smirking at the two very uncomfortable Illyrians. "I won't contaminate you, I promise,"

It was the first time Azriel and Cassian had seen you during your cycle. Any other time, you'd be locked in your room, the only male visiting you being your brother. You'd guess by their reactions that you were the only menstruating female Cassian and Azriel had been around so far.

Cassian let out a small scoff before standing on the other side of your bed, across from Rhysand. Azriel remained at the front of the bed by the door, his shadows seeming darker than usual and his wings tucked in tight behind him. But you only brushed it off, blaming it on his naturally stoic nature as you continued eating the chocolates. Cassian began to fold your midnight black hair into a simple braid, trying to find any way to help you.

"I didn't know you could braid," You quirked a brow at the war general.

"Don't smile at me like that. All three of us learned how in the camps. It's mandatory to learn how to make and tie rope,"

You let out a giggle, making Azriel's lips slightly rise though it vanished as soon as it came. Once Cassian had teasingly shoved you with his wing, pure territorial instincts warmed Azriel's blood. To say that he was attracted to you was an understatement. Azriel loved you differently than the way his brothers loved you. He loved you romantically and adoringly but kept it all to himself. It was too complicated for Azriel to let his feelings be known to you. It would also make things quite awkward between him and Rhysand. So he silently pinned after you, keeping all of his desires and fantasies of you in a hidden corner of his mind.

However, with Azriel's rut coming in a week, it was times like this where his primal desire to hide you from the rest of the world and fuck you till satisfied came in heavy. It also didn't do him or his shadows justice when your natural scent, mixed in with your menstrual blood, smacked him in the face once he entered your room. The shadows, of course, were mesmerized by the scent as well, immediately demanding that Azriel let them play with you, though not in the way you were familiar.

By the Cauldron, he needed to leave. Now.

Azriel swallowed, trying to clear his mind as he turned to Rhysand, reminding him of the meeting with Devlon and the new troops. The reason why they were there earlier this morning.

"The meeting still stands. It starts in half an hour,"

Rhys gazed at Azriel before looking back down at you.

"I can't leave her here alone,"

You slowly got out of your bed and stood, placing an arm across your womb, trying to refrain from cringing as another wave of pain sank its claws into your belly. "You go back to the camp. I was going to draw a bath right now anyways,"

Azriel nearly sighed in relief, mentally thanking the Mother.

"Azriel can stay with me," You looked up at the Shadowsinger, grinning.

Azriel's eyes widened. He looked like he was about to protest before Rhysand had cut in.

"The three of us have to be there, y/n. It'll be best if we reschedule,"

"No, this is an important meeting. You must go. Besides, we all know Az is just there to kick ass in case anything gets out of hand, which I'm sure it won't,"

Your brother only hummed, thinking it over. "I suppose you're right," Rhys then looked over at Azriel, who was trying to remain calm at the idea. "You don't mind looking after her, do you?"

Azriel's lips parted in defeat, though when he looked into your eyes, he knew he couldn't refuse you.

"I don't mind."

Rhysand nodded in approval. "Then it's settled. Cass and I shall be back this afternoon,"

Your brother sent Azriel a look of warning."Be gentle with her." The pointed gaze seemed to say before he placed a warm kiss on your temple and winnowed him and Cassian out of your bedroom and back to the Illyrian camps. Your violet eyes met Azriel's hazel ones before you blushed under his silent stare. Your wings slightly quivered in flattery.

You and the shadowsinger were alone now, which rarely ever happened. You'd always been accompanied by Rhysand whenever you were around his two other friends. Never intentionally. It just always ended up that way.

"I'm sorry for taking you away from your duties," You sent Azriel an apologetic grin. "I just don't think I can trust Cassian with my treats while I bathe,"

Azriel huffed, shoulders slightly relaxing as the sincerity in his eyes nearly made you melt into the floor. "Don't apologize. My duties mean little to nothing to me if you're in pain,"

But even with how earnest he sounded, you could tell that Azriel was still uneasy. As if the smell of you menstruating offended him.

You tried not to let your wings sag from discomfort and embarrassment as you made your way to your connecting bathroom. "I'm going to draw myself a bath now,"

Azriel gave you a curt nod and turned to stare out the window with his hands tucked behind his back, the shadows being the only thing that still watched you.

For Cauldron's sake, Azriel couldn't even look at you.

You let out a small sigh as you closed the bathroom door behind you; before taking in a sharp breath as another cramp took you by surprise.

"Fuck this," You muttered, peeling out of your leggings and Rhysand's oversized black knit sweater, leaving it in a pile next to the large tub.

You turned the faucet all the way to the left, ensuring that you'll have a nice, steaming bath to ease your tense muscles. Thoughts of the male who was only a wall away began to flood your mind as you climbed into the large tub, waiting for it to fill.

Cassian was a brother to you in the same way Rhysand was. You had the same affinity with Azriel too, but at least for you, it seemed much deeper than that. Yes, you joke around, vent, and spend time with Azriel as you'd do with Rhys and Cass, but it was still different. No one else's presence brought you that unshakeable sense of security, comfort, and unconditional love. That was why you picked Azriel to stay. You wanted—needed him in times of distress like this. But he wasn't close enough. Being only a few feet away from Azriel did nothing to help the ache in your chest that called out for him.

You let out a frustrated whimper; the water now reached your shoulders as you pumped jasmine-scented soap into the bath, making bubbles shape around you. Just as you slowly began to relax, a knock vibrated against your bathroom door, startling you from your tranquil state. The water and bubbles around you splashed, some of it overflowing onto the floor as you let out a groan.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Azriel's deep, muffled voice came from behind the door. The way he huskily purred your name left you clenching your thighs together; your body responded with a line of blood flushing out of your sex and into the warm water.

"I'm doing better," You swallowed as anxiety seeped into your skin, your wings instinctively stretched to cover your chest. "Why?"

Azriel shuffled behind the door before his voice rumbled again. "I heard you . . . whine,"

You ran your hands over your face before furiously tugging on the strands of your hair, trying to reign in the groan of embarrassment threatening to escape your throat.

"Yes! My back is just a bit sore."

Lie!

Horny liar!

Azriel cleared his throat, mustering the courage to step out of his comfort zone, for he took his assignment to make sure you were comfortable very seriously. "Would you like a massage?"

Your head shot up from your hands; you nearly choked at the suggestion.

"From you?"

You could hear Azriel chuckle before saying, "Yes, from me—if you're alright with that, of course,"

A back massage did sound heavenly right now. But it was being offered by a male. Though, that male was Azriel. And who were you to refuse such a gift from the Mother?

"Yes," You sat in the tub a bit straighter. "I would like that if you don't mind,"

"I don't." Azriel grinned to himself though his heart thundered against his ribcage. The shadows, ever impatient, began slithering under the door. "May I come in?"

"Yes," You confirmed, bracing yourself to let Azriel see you in such an exposed state.

As soon as Azriel opened the door, his eyes and shadows honed in on you and you only. You sat in the tub, wings cocooning your body as your back faced him. Azriel couldn't help but let his eyes trail from the tips of your damp wing, so small in comparison to his, to the bubbles on your exposed back, your skin gleaming against the faelights. Azriel stopped his ogling as soon as you turned your head to look at him; cautious eyes studied him and the distance between you.

Azriel began taking tentative steps towards you, maintaining eye contact before dropping to his knees. That addicting smell of your bleeding sex drafted up Azriel's nose once again, though muted by the water, making it more bearable than before.

"May I?" Azriel gestured to your back. The shadows tested the unset boundaries as well, they slowly inched over the tub as they and Azriel waited for your permission.

"Yes," You dipped your chin, splitting your hair in two, placing each half over a shoulder. "You may,"

Azriel glanced down at your bare skin; the animalistic need to sink his teeth into your soft flesh came in heavy as his scarred thumbs slowly, gently began to draw circles into your shoulder blades. "You're in complete control. Say the word, and I'll stop,"

You only nodded, sighing at the feel of your muscles getting rung out by your brother's best friend. You tried and failed not to blush at the thought as you absentmindedly played with Azriel's shadows.

"Is this good?" Azriel asked after a few minutes of his rough hands gently pressing into your skin.

The massage was beautiful, just as the male who gave it. It felt so good that you had caught yourself twice on the edge of drifting off to sleep. However, even though Azriel was closer than before, even with his divine caresses, the pain of needing to be touched and pleased in more intimate places still drove you mad. If anything, the ache worsened, as you now wanted to be forced into submission, fucked out of your mind, pleasured until you couldn't—

Breathe. You must breathe. You are still in the presence of a male, a wildly handsome male at that.

At the slight reminder of Azriel's beauty, you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a small, closed-lip moan from leaving your throat.

Everything went still. Azriel's hands paused their ministrations, the shadows hung still in the air, and you froze as if the water had shocked you. Two long seconds went by before Azriel swallowed, continuing the massage.

Azriel forced a grin as he murmured, "That good, huh?"

You let out a breath, a small scoff as a ripple of heat smacked your cheeks and neck, coloring them pink.

Stupid.

Stupid, horny idiot.

"Yes, it feels very nice," You refrained from banging your head against the side of the tub, knocking yourself unconscious to save yourself from further embarrassment.

Azriel only hummed, skimming his rough thumbs lower before stopping at your shoulder blades, prodding at the muscle there. You let yourself lean back into Azriel's touch, the dam of your humiliation being released slowly with each exhale.

More minutes had gone by, and though you were no longer ashamed of the slip-up you made, your skin had still tinted with blooming shades of red. Your need to be fucked recklessly only worsened as you couldn't help but start to arch your back into Azriel's tender touches. At the slightly suggestive move, an inciting, wicked idea had popped into your mind.

"Azriel?" You purred, feeling your nipples begin to harden. "Can you go a bit lower, please,"

Azriel, oblivious to the trap you had set for him, only nodded before his thumbs advanced to your lower back. You let out a loud moan, arching your back further into the tub, submerging your breasts entirely into the water.

"Gods, just like that," Your provocative tone had Azriel's cock stirring in his pants, his hands slightly faltering as he tried to focus on the task at hand: making you comfortable. Though executing that task was quite challenging when you were arching your back far enough to expose your ass over the barrier of water and bubbles.

Azriel's shadows began to trace along the curves of your waist and hips as if taunting Azriel, beckoning him to grasp that delicious, uncovered ass of yours, maybe even tease the puckered hole and insert a finger or two. Azriel clenched his jaw in frustration, accidentally pressing too hard into your skin, making you to hiss in pain.

"Shit, are you okay?" Azriel immediately stopped his rubbing, trying to get a look at your face as he mentally cursed himself for being so careless. "I'm so sorry, I d—"

"Please don't apologize, Azriel," You breathed; the sexual tension that suffocated you and Azriel's more demanding touches drove you mad. You turned your head to look over your shoulder, a small, inviting smile lifting your lips as you made eye contact with him. "I like it rough,"

Azriel's eyes darkened, thumbs rhythmically pushing harder into your skin as his gaze flickered to your lips. "Good to know."

You only hummed in response, still looking at Azriel as if you were awaiting his next move. You wanted him to make a move. Azriel did not miss the challenging glint in your eye or the devious smirk you wore, and suddenly, everything clicked into place.

You liked it rough.

You wanted it rough. You wanted to be touched.

It was wrong. What they were doing—what they were about to do was wrong. But Azriel did not care. He'd spent too long silently pinning after you, never making his desires known in fear of offending his closest friend. But what Rhys didn't know wouldn't kill him. It would be their little secret.

You felt more than you saw. Azriel's demeanor had changed immensely. A dark, compelling power had cocooned your bathroom like a thick quilt. The shadows seemed to turn a shade darker, almost completely black as they surrounded you, getting ready to strike. Every nerve screamed at you to run, to hide before an unset boundary got crossed. But you knew that you no longer had the upper hand anymore, no longer had the power to run or hide. The power imbalance hung heavy in the air around you and Azriel. You became the prey, and him, the hunter as quick as flipping a light switch. But the submissive, more needy side of you had grown to find it thrilling.

"Y/n?" Nothing but pure dominance and authority laced Azriel's voice as he began to slide his marred hands up and down your waist.

"Yes, Azriel?" You held Azriel's gaze, not backing down just yet.

Azriel rose an eyebrow, taking your stare as a challenge.

"I've heard through the grapevine of a common symptom that females experience when menstruating,"

"Oh?" You smirked, urging him on.

By the gods, did Azriel want to wipe that smirk off your face with a good spanking. Punishing the sass right out of you is what he deemed appropriate for your attitude and what he'd take utmost joy in doing. But tonight wasn't about that. It was about you and making you comfortable and relaxed.

"Is it true, that when on your cycle, your breasts are prone to become heavy and sore?"

Your lips fell out of a smirk as you gulped, not knowing what to say; if you should reveal such a thing. But your body seemed to betray you. You felt yourself slipping into submission as you couldn't help but nod in response to the question Azriel had asked.

"Interesting," A knowing grin smoothed over Azriel's face, satisfied with your reply before he pressed on the matter. "I assume then that your breasts are sore?"

Your lips parted, mortified that you were being asked such a thing, especially by Azriel, yet you still let up another nod. Azriel hummed, mock contemplation as his scarred hands rose again, thumbs stopping right under your sternum.

"Then I suppose it would be best that I massage your sore, heavy breasts rather than your back," Azriel watched you slowly break, his grin deepening. "Would you like that?"

You only sighed in desperation before giving up yet another pathetic nod.

A low growl erupted from Azriel's chest making you whimper and throb at the dominance it carried. Azriel was not pleased, to say the least with your nonverbal bullshit.

"Yes!" You began to fret, knowing that you were treading hot waters. "Yes, I—I would like that,"

Azriel cocked an eyebrow.

"Please," You added, hoping that you'd soothe over Azriel's irritation.

Azriel smirked, pulling you by the waist till your back was flush against his leathers.

"Good girl," Azriel murmured into your ear as the shadows moved your hair to the side. You let your wings flare out to the sides, revealing your breasts to Azriel as he glanced down over your shoulder.

A low growl from his chest elicited goosebumps to rise across your skin as his thumbs flicked over your hard nipples. "So beautiful," Azriel breathed as you moaned back at the small pleasure.

You couldn't believe that this was happening. Couldn't believe that Azriel was playing with one of the most intimate parts of your body. The thought alone made you whimper, and it only got drawn out longer as scarred hands cupped your breasts, kneading the tight muscle there.

"How does that feel, angel?" Azriel ran his too perfectly plump lips up the side of your neck, moving your breasts in circular motions.

"Good, very nice," You sighed, turning your head to skim your nose against his as your violet eyes flickered to Azriel's lips. "May I kiss you?"

Azriel grinned at how gentle, how delicate you were being before he pressed his lips to yours, his only response to your request. You let yourself melt into the soft, closed-mouthed kiss; completely savoring it. And though it was not your first kiss, it definitely would be the one you'd remember forever. You lifted your hands out of the water and over Azriel's marred ones, still palming your breasts.

Something wet and smooth glided over your bottom lip—Azriel's tongue glided over your lip, asking to be invited in. You happily obliged, parting your lips slightly as you let Azriel explore your mouth with his tongue. You teasingly suckled on the thick, wet muscle, making you think about other parts of Azriel that you'd love to suck on.

At the small yet effective reminder of Azriel's cock, you couldn't help but slightly pull away from the kiss before biting down on Azriel's bottom lip. You earned a broken groan in return.

"I heard something through the grapevine too, about menstrual cycles," You breathed as you took Azriel in. His cheeks were tinted pink and his lips were swollen, his pupils were blown wide too, but you'd figured that your appearance mirrored his as well.

Azriel pressed his forehead to yours, his massage on your breasts had seized, yet he still kept them in a firm grip.

"I heard that pleasure—sexual pleasure helps ease the cramps,"

It was indeed new information that you heard from your friend Inara, the last thing she had whispered to you before Rhysand winnowed you back to Velaris. And though your cramps had long gone ceased thanks to the bath, you'd never miss the opportunity to bed the shadowsinger. Even if you bled.

Azriel's intense stare inspected you, understanding what you were implying at. He didn't want to fuck up now, didn't want to push you too far and make you uncomfortable.

"Is that something you'd like to try?" Azriel quirked a brow, letting go of your breasts as he soothingly rubbed your sides up and down. "With me?"

You placed a hand back onto your lap, the other slowly raising to caress Azriel's jaw. "Az, I've always wanted to do something like this with you,"

Heat warmed your cheeks at the confession, and Azriel actually seemed relieved at what you had revealed.

"Good," Azriel ran his hands over your hair before they tenderly held your face. "I don't think I can hold in my craving for you any longer,"

In an instant, Azriel slid an arm under your legs and the other against your back, underneath your wings before lifting you out of the tub. You let out an eager yelp as you wrapped your arms around Azriel's neck. Water and bubbles left a trail behind the two of you as Azriel carried you back into your bedroom, before gently setting you down on your bed. You were about to protest once he began to pull back, but immediately reigned in your fuss as you saw the shadows carry one of your bath towels, handing it to Azriel. He had easily lifted your hips and placed the towel over your bedding, underneath your back before a thick line of blood began to ooze out of your entrance.

"The blood does not disturb you?" You sat yourself up on your elbows, looking down at Azriel as he got on his knees before you. He let out a dark chuckle, hooking his arms around your thighs to yank you closer as he became face-to-face with your wet, bloody sex. Azriel nearly moaned as the scent of your arousal mixed in with your menstrual blood clouded his senses once again.

It was his undoing.

Azriel looked up at you, hazel eyes meeting your violet ones as his tongue darted out. He licked a long stripe from your hole up to your clit before latching his lips onto the sensitive bud; all while maintaining eye contact with you. It was an answer in itself that Azriel did not mind the blood one bit. Your eyes rolled back as you let out a breathy moan, sliding your arms down to lay back and enjoy the pleasure that Azriel was inflicting upon you.

It was when Azriel's teeth had slid over your clit when you squealed, squirming into the bed, causing Azriel to firmly grip your hips in place. Seeing you become so responsive to his small touches made him chuckle into your heat, the sound vibrating against your folds as your moans and cries grew louder. Azriel dipped his mouth lower, letting up on your clit as he drove his tongue into your blood-soaked cunt. You let out a strangled moan as you began to lift your hips with each curl of Azriel's tongue against your sensitive walls.

Your eyes were closed shut, unable to see a few of Azriel's shadows drifting down your belly button before wrapping themselves around your erect clit, the others flicking and pinching at your nipples, not wanting one inch of you untouched.

"Oh, gods, Azriel!" You nearly moaned, hands flying to tug onto Azriel's dark locks. "Az, it's too much,"

Though Azriel did not think it was too much for you at all. Especially when you hadn't even found release yet. But Azriel could do this all day and night. Though when a shadow crept down to his ear, informing him that Cassian and Rhysand were on their way, Azriel quicked the pace of his tongue slithering and curling into your sex. The taste of your arousal and sweet, metallic blood made Azriel nearly drool. It compelled him to have more, to take more. There was no way he could ever go back from this.

Azriel looked up at you, crying and withering into your bed, a beautiful sight forever imprinted in his mind before he slurped you up till his mouth was filled with your blood and arousal. Azriel withdrew his tongue from your cunt and gave her a sweet, open-mouthed kiss before his eyes flickered to yours. Azriel glided his tongue down your folds, watching and waiting for your reaction as he gently licked your puckered hole.

You yelped at the foreign sensation Azriel's tongue had brought you down there, a place you never thought was a spot for pleasure. At your quick, anticipated response, Azriel sent you a knowing smirk. Your blood was smeared across his lips, and his teeth shone with the bright, thick, sticky red fluid. You had almost found release at the sight. Almost. It was when Azriel had continued to lick your puckerhole before sliding two of his rough, scarred fingers into your cunt that caused your thighs to uncontrollably shake around his head.

You felt like such a whore; letting your brother's best friend worship you, finger-fuck you, and play with your ass while you bled made you feel so dirty. You were probably no better than the females at the brothel. Though you felt no shame. If anything you were grateful, proud that it was Azriel who had easily forced you into submission without him even giving you his cock yet.

The shadows' featherlight yet effective torture on your nipples and clit, and Azriel's tongue prodding and teasing your arse hole while his scarred fingers stuffed your cunt full made you see stars, made you cry and scream into your pillow as you felt your release bubbling to the surface.

"Azriel!" You cried out, though that only spurred the shadowsinger on further as he curved and rammed his fingers into you harder, abusing that perfect spot inside of you. "Az! I'm—I—"

You could not think, couldn't even say a single word that wasn't Azriel's name. On their own accord, your hips started to desperately hump the air as your cunt began to quiver against Azriel's fingers, pursuing your release. Sensing how close you were, Azriel curled his fingers against you one last time before forcing his tongue into your taut hole, flaring his wings in preparation.

The same time Azriel heard Cassian and Rhysand winnow back into the House of Wind was the same time you had found that euphoric high, cumming with a screech of Azriel's name as your pussy fluttered and throbbed around his digits. Azriel quickly withdrew his blood-soaked fingers from your cunt and shoved them into your mouth to shut you up. Any other time, Azriel would have loved to hear you scream his name, though not while your older brother was only a floor below them.

You removed your hands from Azriel's head, happily wrapping them around his wrists as you suckled the metallic taste of your blood and arousal clean from his fingers. The shadows had let up from your clit and breasts, now trying their best to soothe and comfort you by wiping your pleasured tears away and playing with your hair. Though Azriel had continued to explore and stretch your arse with his tongue, too entranced by the feel of you, enjoying this moment for as long as he could.

Azriel.

Rhysand's voice thundered through Azriel making him cringe and nuzzle into you further.

I'm busy.

Was the only response Azriel gave your brother as he removed himself from your ass before trailing quick, small kisses up your cunt and toward your belly button.

My office. Now.

Unrelenting command filled his voice, though Azriel wasn't having any of it, his silence answer enough.

Unless you want me to burst through her door and embarrass the both of you?

A talon of power had lightly scratched Azriel's mind, a threatening emphasis on top of Rhysand's warning.

Fine.

Azriel had sent back before slamming his mental shields back up. He stood to his fullest height, looking down at you, only to find that you were already staring up at him, still sucking his fingers. The shadows lifted the bed covers and wrapped them around you, knowing that they'd look after you while Azriel would be away shortly.

Azriel took his fingers out of your mouth as he dipped down to place a tender kiss on your forehead before cupping your cheek. "How do you feel?"

"Amazing," You beamed up at him, glowing with post-orgasm bliss. "The pain is gone. I guess the rumors were right," Your laugh sent Azriel's heart skipping a few beats faster as he grinned back down at you, tracing your lips with his thumb.

"I'm glad it worked," He chuckled, before reality at set into him. "Rhys is back, he wants me to meet him in his office,"

Your brows worried together making anxiety seep into Azriel's skin.

"Is he okay? Is Cass okay?"

Good. You didn't know.

"They're fine, I promise," Azriel slowly, reluctantly drew himself away from you, preparing to travel to Rhysand's study through the shadows. "I'll be back,"

Maybe.

"Good," You smirked, oblivious to the verbal and possible physical lashing Azriel was about to receive. "I still haven't had all of you yet,"

You reached out to palm the dent in Azriel's pants, unaware that you were not making his situation any better. But Azriel let you, dipping his head back, releasing a low, primal growl. He gently grasped your hand, staring down at you as he pressed a promising kiss to your small fingers.

Later. The kiss seemed to say. Azriel would make sure of it. Even if he had to take the two of you away to find some gods damn peace and isolation from judging eyes.

Azriel's shadows surrounded him in a dark cloud till he vanished out of your bedroom and into Rhysand's office.

Rhysand sat at his desk, fury a moonless night across his face. He asked softly, "Are you out of your mind?"

Azriel donned the frozen mask he'd perfected while in his father's dungeon. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

It was going to be a long night.

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Azriel - The Shadowsinger

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fabulouslyflamboyant5 · 15 days

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The Unrighteous Knight Part 3

pairing: azriel x second archeron sister!reader

summary: an argument with nesta sends you reeling, so what better place to escape to than your own room? and what worse fate to be bestowed upon you than azriel intruding your solitude?

warning: canon typical violence

word count: 1.2k

a/n: writer's block is a menace and I like crystals so please feel free to send in suggestions for a potentially witchy reader. also, I am experiencing INTENSE throne of glass withdrawals and need something else to latch on to.

Part One Part Two Part Three

What is it to live?

Must one feel to live? Or does life only exist in the fleeting moments of feeling?

Feeling and living. Can someone composed of nothing attain either of the two concepts? Or are life and feeling limited to those composed of something.

You are, in the biological sense, alive.

You bleed red and you bleed often; usually at the hands of yourself, and sometimes by the fury of Azriel.

But what does blood matter in any of this? It signifies you are alive, but fails to determine whether or not you are truly living.

It's a peculiar thing, really.

Living.

Is it meant to be defined, can it be? Or is it just something that is felt, never objectified, only ever theorized?

And can someone filled with nothing live?

Would you be no more than a soul, rotting away in the shell of your lifeforce? Dead in all ways but anatomical?

Is that what you are? A shell, hollow enough for the winds of change to pull back your exterior and expose the monotony that brews within you?

Your answer comes in the form of wake.

Like a rose ripped from its stem and forced into a bouquet, you are plucked from your slumber and presented to the world once again; with the expectation that you live, even though you have long since died.

It’s degrading, really.

It makes you feel like a prop.

You are not y/n Archeron, and you have not been for quite some time. You are the Night Courts underutilized doll, tucked away in a gloomy room and laid across a rose pillared bed.

Adjectives fail to encapsulate your essence, for adjectives require substance. And you are lacking in everything one could possibly possess.

It is questions like this that plague your thoughts, tying you to your bed, holding you hostage from the lives playing out behind your bedroom door. You’d like to believe you lived a more fulfilling life as a human, but you are well aware of the fact that despite the mortal blood that had run through your veins, you were never living.

And despite it all, you remain placid, crestfallen on the stairs of yearning, praying for contentment to shine upon you. As fate would have it, contentment is not what arrives in seek of you, for it is Azriel looming over your unkempt silhouette.

The thought of words being shared has a wave of nausea crashing against you. So you, in spite of your resentment for the winged manipulator, turn away from the closed curtains and lean onto your right side.

His eyes are what you take in first. Had he not raised his blade against you, perhaps you’d dream of swimming in hazel. But life, never quite kind to you, has you drowning in the golden irises you cannot help but revere.

“Good evening, Shadowsinger, I do hope you’ve come in peace,” you drawl, never tearing your eyes from his own.

Peace.

The prospect of it has you scoffing.

“I’ve come to you as I am,” he replies blankly. His face, that damn face. Had he looked any less regal then perhaps you’d have an easier time listening to what he had to say, but all you can focus on are his unemotive eyes and formidable wing span.

“...I do recognize the situation is less than ideal, but it is a direct order from Rhysand, and we have no choice but to conform.”

“Ah,” you begin, not quite sure what he had been explaining to you for the past few minutes.

He raises an eyebrow but quickly lets a scowl overtake his features. His arms cross and his eyes look as piercing as they feel. “You know nothing of what I just said to you. I don’t intend on repeating myself for I do not find you of all beings to be worth the effort,” he exhales sharply, “meet me at the training grounds tomorrow, bring no weapon and arrive no later than the sun.”

Training grounds, with him and not Nesta?

It’s hard to imagine your High Lord caring very much for your well being, even with Feyre’s convincing. Still, you cannot help but feel that you are being overlooked once more. Exploited and deceived, never allowed to make decisions for yourself. You do not wish to train, you do not wish to learn the art of bloodshed, and most notably, you despise the prospect of Azriel being the one to teach you, for his blade is still wedged in between your flesh each and every time you close your eyes. Even today, he did not come in peace, for peace is a concept entirely unknown to him. He, despite his success as the Night Court's spymaster, is a creature of torment. An unrighteous knight, a commander of cruelty, the bringer of despair. And yet, in his own twisted way, he is still a savior deserving of accolades.

The clearing of his throat removes you from your trance, commanding your attention to his being once more. As though he expects an answer, he nods in your direction, encouraging you to say your part. You are once more a character in a play, for your lines are being fed to you and the individual you embody is a stranger to the soul inhabiting it.

“Very well,” you say, letting nothingness consume you once more, “I will see you tomorrow, no later than sunrise.”

Seemingly content, or something akin to it, Azriel’s gaze falls upon your own and his scowl deepens to the point where it seems permanently etched to his features. It is moments such as these that you wish you could retreat into the air and never return. Of everyone to have ever despised you, the hatred that Azriel emits is entirely unprecedented. Since you’d been turned into a creature of myths and legends, he has taken it upon himself, treating it like a mission of the utmost importance, to tear you apart until absolutely nothing remains. His words are venomous and his actions bleed true, never once have you felt like such a waste.

Feeling is a fickle thing because before this most recent encounter, you’d been convinced that it was a language lost to you. But no, you are capable of feeling in the same ways you are capable of living. Hope is not lost but it is frivolous because the promise of feeling and the potential of life cannot stop your soul from rotting away. According to your own philosophy, you are dying, little by little with each passing day. And yet, it is Azriel who stands before you, seemingly content with making you his prey.

“Do not disappoint me,” he says as he walks further away, through the door and down the stairs, effectively leaving you to bathe in your own grievances.

He speaks of disappointment as though they are old acquaintances; or, in simple terms, as if you’d never be capable of recognizing such a thing had he not identified it for you. But a fool he is, for you and disappointment are the dearest of friends and loveliest of lovers.

“Until next time, Shadowsinger,” you say to no one in particular, staring at the chandelier above your sprawled form. Its crystals, sharp, precise, and devastatingly beautiful are what spark something in you. Even if it is only a spark, the reminder that you are not yet dead is all that matters in this very moment.

So alas, a crystal is the muse that has called to you, and a crystal is the very thing your desires shall embody.

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Crescent City collection: Lidia Cervos card

#lidia cervos #crescent city books #crescent city #ruhn danaan #daynight #sarahjmaas #sjmaas #houseofearthandblood #houseofskyandbreath

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What matters most /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "i’m not sure if you taking requests but I was wondering if you could write something for Az where he has a whole mate and child/family and the IC doesn’t know bc he was to scared for people to know and therefore putting his little family in danger 😭 kinda just an angsty fluffy fic 🫶🏻"

Warnings: Mentions of injury, angst and fluff

Word Count: 2,4K

Notes: This request was so fun, i love this fic very much. Thanks again for the request anon ❤️❤️

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Tired eyes roam around, wings almost touching the ground, Azriel’s focus on the other side of Velaris as Rhysand kept talking about the same problems in the Hewn City. He really tried, but the tugs in his chest urged him home. To her.

“We need to go there next week.” Rhysand looked around, his eyes landing on the clearly distracted Shadowsinger. “Everyone must go.” He emphasised, making Azriel internally groan in annoyance.

He wanted to ask for some time off, take his mate and their daughter on a vacation, enjoy their presence and just be with them for as long as he could. Rhys dismissed the meeting and he immediately jumped out of his seat. He wanted to be with her, hold her in his arms and tell her how much he missed her. A month away from his mate and their family was always hard, crushing his spirit and draining his energy until he was by her side again.

Without a proper goodbye and completely ignoring Feyre’s invitation to stay for dinner, Azriel fled, his wings carrying him with the wind. The house on the outskirts of Velaris irradiated life. The faelights surrounding the garden welcomed him home, he happily sighed, pushing the door open and sniffling the air, chicken and herbs filled his senses, a tint of strawberry mixed with chocolate chips.

He smiled as the strawberry scent grew stronger, and a pair of arms wrapped itself on his left leg. He looked down, the toddler, 3 years older than Nyx, moved herself around, the tiny wings slowly whooshing in the air as he scooped her up.

“Mommy! DADDY’S HOME.” Little Selene screamed, and he kissed her cheek.

“How are you, baby? Did you take care of mommy for me?” The little girl nodded excitedly.

“I did, and mommy took good care of me too.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed his face, loudly smacking her lips against his skin.

“I don’t deserve a kiss too?” His beautiful mate appeared in front of him, some hair strands falling from the bun she always wore while she cooked, a dirty apron covered her front and she held a wooden spoon, Azriel never saw a much more beautiful sight in his entire life.

Placing Selene on the floor, he pulled her by the waist, his lips delicately brushing against her warm ones. Bliss was the only word close enough to describe the feeling of being in her embrace, being near them, his two girls, the two people he loved the most in this world.

“How was the mission?” She asked, grabbing his hand and leading the way towards their bedroom. Azriel could see the candles illuminating the bathroom, and the bathtub filled to the brim with water and foam, his favourite soap filled his nostrils. She always had a bath ready for him, a pair of fresh clothes and a warm meal whenever he got home from a mission, he could stay two days away or two years, he would always get home to that.

“Incredibly annoying, I couldn't wait to be done and come home.” He discarded his clothes, her hungry gaze watched his every move, he could hear her swallowing hard at his naked figure. He submerged in the hot water, his muscles relaxing right away, she sat by the tub, a cloth in hand and started to rub his back.

“And I couldn't wait to have you back home.” She rubbed a particularly hard spot on his neck that had him moaning in relief. He rested his head against her thigh, her long fingers stroked in between his hair, massaging his scalp. “Lene has a surprise for you.” She warned and he looked at her.

“What is it?” His wife giggled, and raised an eyebrow, which always indicated that she would keep quiet. He smiled at her, stealing the cloth from her hands and rubbing himself. “Then I'd better hurry up.” She nodded, getting up and heading out of the room.

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“As we trained, baby.” Y/N spoke, the late night breeze was a comfortable relief against the hot summer night. Azriel sat by the porch, Y/N held Lene’s hand and the little girl looked at her mother for reassurance. “You won’t fall, and if you do, daddy and I are here to catch you, always.”

With a confident gleam in her eyes, Selene’s wings moved, forcing her body upwards, little by little she started to float, her little hands slipping out of her mother’s reach. Azriel watched in complete awe as his daughter flew, her little body being carried towards the main gate and back to her mother. A month ago, Selene couldn’t go anywhere without holding their hands.

He got up, clapping and urging her for another lap towards the gate and back to him. Her dark hair moved around in the wind, her flushed cheeks and her proud expression crashed against his chest. She squealed in delight as he held her, spinning her around.

“That was so amazing. My girl is growing up so fast.” He kissed her cheek. “Soon you will be flying faster than your old daddy here.” Selene nodded in agreement.

“I’ll be the fastest Illyrian in the world.” Her mother came up to them, her fingers poking her belly, making Selene squirm and laugh.

“You will, my love. But now it’s time to go to bed, okay?” The little girl looked at her father, her mothers eyes looking at him. She was the perfect mix of them both.

“You heard your mother.” He leaned to whisper in her ear. “We can’t disobey her, or else she’ll ground both of us.” Selene nodded, and they took her inside. Azriel placed her in bed, kissing her forehead and wishing her a goodnight, once again telling her how proud he was of her flight.

“She wanted to train all month.” Y/N said, removing the hair tie and letting her hair fall loose, she removed her clothes and reached for one of his old shirts that reached the middle of her thighs. “I wish I could teach her more.”

Despite being a full born Illyrian, Y/N was born without wings, no one understood how this even happened, but Azriel was glad that she was spared from the wings clipping cruelty that still happened on the camp she was born.

“You do more than enough, tonight just proved it. She’ll carry you when you’re too old to even walk.” She laughed, her beautiful smile plastered across her face.

“So I only get to fly when I'm in diapers?” She rested her head against his chest.

“Okay, okay. I’ll take you flying tomorrow.” He rolled his eyes and she playfully slapped his chest. “You have no idea how much I love you.” He blurted after a minute of silence. “I’ll ask Rhys for some time off.”

“You will?” Her big eyes turned towards him, hope sparked in them. He knew he worked a lot, and she was very patient with him missing important things, but someone could only be patient to a certain point, he knew she would snap soon and he didn’t blame her.

“I will, I promise to you.” She kissed his chest.

“I love you, Az.” He could see the excitement covering her tone even if she tried to hide it, he was going to ask Rhys after the trip to the Court of Nightmares, he was sure that he would understand.

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Azriel fixed his leathers, the new syphon in his chest was a shade darker than the others, he had used his main one to make a ring for Y/N and a necklace for Selene, so they would always have an important part of him with them. The remaining of the stone was well guarded in case he needed to make more jewellery for Lene’s future siblings.

“Everyone ready to go?” Rhysand’s voice sounded from somewhere behind him, but before he could muster a response, a piece of paper materialised itself in front of him. At the same time, his chest was flooded by a wave of pure distress and fear. He shifted anxiously, opening the paper.

“Selene got too excited flying and she fell, i think she broke her arm. I’m taking her to the healers hall, please meet me there.” The words sank in his chest, she was eager to fly a longer distance because he had said if she could fly until she reached the tree a few feet away from their house, he would take her flying for a whole day. It was his fault.

He didn’t register the voices calling his name, he just wanted to get to Selene as fast as he could. He was halfway into the threshold, hand on the cold doorknob, ready to leave, when his body suddenly went completely still. He couldn’t move.

“I told you to stay.” Rhysand’s High Lord voice commanded and he growled, turning to him slowly.

“Let me go.” Azriel demanded. Rhys raised an eyebrow, he never had to use his powers on Azriel because he never failed to do his duty.

“Whatever is wrong with you, it's not more important than this trip, i told you everyone must go.” Everyone in the room could see the rage simmering in the Shadowsinger’s gaze, his golden eyes burning holes in Rhysand’s skull.

“I don’t want to fight with you. LET. ME. GO.” His pure will of being with his family pushed Rhysand’s restrainings away, they silently watched as he started to move.

“I already told y..” Rhysand was cut short by the furious laughter of Azriel.

“Nothing is more important than my daughter.” The words left his lips, leaving the whole inner circle astonished, his what? “Let alone that maggot who thinks he’s better than you.” Azriel turned around. “So I'll see you later.” And with that he left.

Azriel kept his little family hidden from everyone, even from the people he trusted the most in the world, cuz he could never forgive himself if something ever happened to them. The thought of having them kidnapped and used as a way to get to him, their bruised bodies and broken spirit always flooded his mind whenever he thought of revealing them to the world. They were his most precious treasure and he would do anything in his power to keep them safe from the people who could harm them.

“We need to go after him.” Feyre said, the distressed expression on his face completely shattered her heart. “And you will apologise, he would never fail his duty if it wasn’t important for him, you should’ve let him go.” She scolded and guilt filled Rhys’s violet eyes. He nodded, the Hewn City could wait, his brother was more important, and apparently his niece’s wellbeing too.

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As the inner circle arrives at the Healers Hall, they spot Madja, she’s talking to a female. The female holds a little winged girl tightly against her chest, the little girl has a cast on her left arm, her little eyes are red with tears, a wet trail down her cheeks and the cutest pout ever. Without needing confirmation, they just know that it’s them.

They slowly approach, Azriel’s eyes meet Rhysand, he’s holding a glass of water and heading back to the female’s side. She’s too focused on Madja to notice the group coming behind them. The little girl notices tho, her eyes looking curiously at them, her features painfully familiar to the male standing by her side. Azriel whispered something to the female as Madja left.

She turned to them, her hand smoothing the girl’s hair. They looked beautiful together, and they wondered if she was his mate. By the way he pulled her close, they could only assume that yes, she was his mate. They could only guess what reason he had to hide them, the family he always wanted, how heavy this secret might’ve been to carry alone.

“What happened to this beautiful girl?” Feyre asked, stepping forward. Selene looked at her parents for reassurance, the two of them nodded slowly.

“Tell what you’ve been up to, Selene.” The female’s soft voice sounded. Feyre almost laughed with the coincidence, certainly Azriel noticed it. Selene the goddess of the Moon and Nyx the goddess of the Night.

“I wanted to fly like daddy, but I fell.” She lifted the cast to them. “Do you want to sign it?” Feyre nodded, despite looking like Azriel, she wasn’t as shy as he was.

“Not now baby.” He said, his eyes locked up in a staring match with Rhys. “Maybe later, when they come over for dinner.” The High Lord nodded, they wouldn't miss this chance of learning about this secret part of his life.

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The house was cosy, in a quiet place, like they always pictured Azriel’s house as. Coloured markers were scattered around the living room table, everyone needed to pick one and sign Selene’s cast in order to access the rest of the house, as she happily demanded. Swirls of shadows, hearts, flowers and names marked her cast, she meticulously examined every single drawing, before happily dragging the three year old boy along with her, towards a pile of toys.

Y/N, as she introduced herself, was moving around the kitchen, different aromas lingered in the air, Elain was immediately by her side, chopping vegetables. Feyre and Mor prepared the table, while Nesta watched over the kids. The females talked, getting to know all they could about Y/N and their family. She happily engaged in the conversation like they were long time friends.

Azriel, Cassian and Rhys sat by the living room, cups filled with liquor. Rhys wanted to apologise, so he cleared his throat, his violet eyes filled with regret. The two males stopped the chat, turning to him.

“I’m so sorry for how I acted. I should’ve assumed that you would never leave if it wasn’t important for you.” The Shadowsinger nodded. “I should’ve never stopped you.”

“And I should've told you, a long time ago.” He answered.

“No, you didn’t have to.” Cassian intervenes.

“He’s right, you had your reasons, I would've done the same for Feyre and Nyx.” Azriel smiled, knowing very well that he would, in fact, do the same if he ever needed to.

“I don’t want to hide them anymore.” He looked over to his mate, talking with his sisters in law, and his daughter, playing with her cousin.

“Then we’ll be glad to be their protectors.” Rhysand spoke. Cassian reached for his and Azriel’s hand.

“As long as we live, they will be safe. All of them. That is a promise.” And their skins prickled, a tattoo forming to seal the bargain made between the three brothers. As long as they lived, their families would always be safe, no harm would ever get to them.

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