dark desires
Pairing: Azriel x reader x Rhysand
Word count: 7.3k
Contains: smut, unedited, no use of Y/N, mention of scars, mmf threesome, edging, voyeurism-ish?, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, face fucking-ish?, shadowplay, light bondage, use of âslutâ + âwhoreâ, praise, choking, biting, finger sucking, spitting, male masturbation, unprotected sex, spit roasting, creampies, let me know if I missed anything else.
As the youngest member of the Inner Circle, you were always doted on by everybody. Itâs not that you were youngâgods, no, but just because you were a few centuries younger than most of them, they treated you like an infant although you were nearly as capable as the rest of them.Â
Amren had always held your head up and taught you how to carry yourself. Morrigan was your best friend and closest confidant. Cassian was the guy who trapped you under his arm and ruffled your hair, always earning something in retaliation from you but never stopping it. And while Azriel doesnât talk to you much, you talk to him. Lots. You knew anything you said to him would be kept safe, you knew he would always listen to you when nobody else would. Lastly, Rhysand was the one you gravitated to. Youâd outgrown the phase where all you did was follow him around like a lost puppy, but you still didnât like being far from him.Â
Together, Azriel and Rhysand knew your heart and mind. As if they werenât normally overprotective, you had it much worse.Â
That one night, you were about to leave to meet your friends for drinks. You barely made it down the main hallway before you felt Azrielâs presence. Where it was usually comforting, there were times, such as in that moment, when it was patronizing to the point it was suffocating.Â
Gods, you thought he was running errands, like the rest of them. You knew everyone was out apart from Rhys, who was working in his office just down the corridor.Â
Sharp hazel eyes scanned you, running over your turquoise dress, the corset laced tight enough to accentuate your curves temptingly, the ruffled skirt ending at the tops of your thighs. Silver, star-shaped accessories adorned the dress, and you wore matching jewelry. The silver tattoos that swirled over your back and shoulders were on display, tattoos almost similar to the guysâ ones. You felt pretty when you looked in the mirror earlier, but now all you felt under Azrielâs intense scrutiny were your insides shriveling up.Â
His voice was low and smooth when he spoke. âWhere do you think youâre going, all dressed up like that?âÂ
âOut.â You flashed him a grin so as to not betray your nervousness and the way your skin heated up under his gaze.
âNot in that.â The shadows at his ankles curled in agreement.Â
You barely took another step forward before said shadows raced towards you, hitting your bare calves and crawling up your back, leaving cold trails on your skin. They began prodding you back to your chambers just as Azriel told you to change into something else.Â
You gaped at Azriel as your feet skidded forward. âRhys!â You just hoped your voice was loud enough to carry down the hall.Â
Yes? Rhysâs gravely echo of a voice sounded in your head, just as Azrielâs brows furrowed even deeper. âWhat the fuck are you doing?âÂ
Azriel is being an asshole, you groaned inwardly.Â
Mere moments later the office door swung open, an amused expression on Rhysâs face as he sauntered towards where you were trying so hard to fight the shadows nudging you forward. Azriel scowled at the high lord, the shadows stopping but still swirling around you.Â
âMust I play mediator again?â Rhysâs voice dripped in mock exhaustion and mirth. Azrielâs eyes narrowed.
âNo, because Iâm gonna be late, so, thank you, bye.â You were about to run towards the main staircase again, but an arm and a tendril of shadow shot out, the former wrapping around your tricep and the latter around your ankle, effectively tripping you. A cloud of shadows caught you before you could even make it halfway to the ground, standing you upright, facing the two men, before patting your hair down and sliding back towards the shadowsinger.Â
âWhat exactly is going on here?â The high lord asked, looking between you and Azriel.Â
The hazel-eyed Illyrian replied before you could, âShe wants to go out wearing that.âÂ
âCut the bullshit, Az, you canât just go around telling me what to do and what to wear all. The. Time.â You didnât even realize your arms were crossed until both pairs of malesâ eyes flicked down to your chest, and it had your cheeks burning as you dropped your arms. âGuys! My gods, you guys are horrible.âÂ
Rhysâs lips twitched up, while Azrielâs twitched down as he remarked, âExactly. And other guys are worse, so go put something else on.âÂ
âIâm going to be late.âÂ
âYou already are. Itâs not going to be much worse.âÂ
âRhys, help me out here!âÂ
Rhys once-overed your outfit, and the way his gaze lingered had your insides tingling. âNo, but heâs right.â
âI am not a baby. I know how to protect myself if anything happens,â you protested, two intricately carved daggers appearing in your hands when you snapped your fingers. âLook!â You made the weapons vanish again before either of the males could take it from you.Â
When Rhys and Azriel exchanged a glance, you felt like a petty child. Turning on your heel, you waltzed down the stairs, feeling their gazes burn into your back. It made your skin sizzleânot that youâd admit it. You curled your hair with hot tongs earlier, the loose ringlets bouncing with each step down.Â
Barely halfway down the staircase, Rhysâs voice reverberated in your head again. Az is about two seconds away from bending you over his lap, so youâd better go and wear something more appropriate before that happens.Â
Sucks for him, you thought back, noticing the inky shadows beginning to whirl around your feet, cold kissing your ankles in contrast to Azrielâs heated glare directed at the back of your head. Sparks of excitement and arousal shot through you at Rhysâs warning, and you only added an extra sway to your hips as you continued to walk.Â
The shadows around your legs solidified, gluing you in place. Your heartbeat quickened at the restraints, heat pooling between your thighs at Azrielâs low growl.Â
âAzriel,â you said slowly, your voice coming out more breathy than you wouldâve liked. âRhys?âÂ
The two of them go silent for a while. Then the shadows loosen, making me peer curiously at them. Azrielâs long legs eat up the space between us, and I raise an eyebrow as he storms down the stairs, ahead of me. My question isnât answered until he grumbles, âIâm going with you.â
*****
Shadows darkened the spot where Azriel sat at the corner of the bar at Ritaâs. His eyes have been glued to you the entire night, watching but refusing to intervene. Watching as you raised your hands over your head and rocked your hips to the heavy bass of the music, watching as you giggled with other men, watching as you leaned over the counter, the curve of your ass peeking out from the short skirt as you leaned over the counter to smile at the barkeeper.Â
It took all of his willpower not to march over and grab you by the arm and drag you out of the bar, then lock you up at home before proceeding to enjoy torturing every man who looked your way that night. After that, heâd return to you and pound away your thoughts of any other man until you were screaming his name because it was the only thing left in your pretty little head.Â
Azrielâs limit was far surpassed, but he only snapped once he saw another faeâs hand brush over your ass. Wings flaring out, he stood up and strode towards you. You were shocked to feel his hand on your shoulder, his warmth seeping into your skin as he pulled you away. âWeâre going.â His voice was deep and assertive and the male you were chatting with immediately backed away.
âAzriel.â You batted his hand away, wearing your annoyance like a mask. His strict eyes clashed with yours and you could feel the chill of his shadows snake around your ankles. Not only was it a staring contest, but a battle of will too. But you couldnât deny the way your cheeks flushed as he looked down at you.Â
He looked away first, only to tug on your elbow and lie, âRhys wants you back before it gets too late.âÂ
âWhy?â Your face pulled into something along the lines of a pout, but you werenât one to disobey Rhysand, never wanting to upset him. Your gait was fast in an attempt to keep up with Azriel as he walked out of Ritaâs without offering an explanation.
As soon as the both of you were out of the dance hall, frosty shadows wrapped around you tightly before you and Azriel reappeared back in the House of Wind. Right into your bedroom. You barely had the chance to blink and steady yourself before your air supply was restricted under Azrielâs marred hand. Your lips parted in a gasp as you tilted your head up to meet his blown-out pupils. He was standing so close to you that the shadows that hugged him brushed over your corset. Twin thrills of fear and excitement zinged down towards your core, making it pulse.Â
âWhatâŠâ Your words trailed off as his hand moved to hold you by the side of the throat and he leaned down, trailing his nose up the smooth skin of your neck and taking a deep inhale. Shivers shot down your spine as your hands came to rest on the back of his neck, loosely clasped.
âFuck,â Azriel groaned. âYou smell absolutely delicious.â He took another slow inhale, like taking a hit of a drug, before fully standing up again. Wings flared out, it only added to his already imposing figure. He lowered his head to your ear and his voice to a deep sound. âI bet you thought you were real cute letting them put their hands all over you, hm?â
âNo,â you gulped, nipples chafing against the hard material of your corset. Dropping your hands back to your side, they closed into loose fists. Shadows curled around you like they wanted to touch you too, swirling down your arms, teasing the sensitive skin on your thighs, tracing the curve of your corset.
Azrielâs fingers tightened around your throat once again, his gaze sharpening. âI donât like it when people touch whatâs mine.â
âI know,â you breathed. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âYouâre sorry? You didnât look quite sorry when you smiled at me with that manâs hands on your waist earlier.â His breath was warm on your cheek. Azriel could smell your arousal but didnât say anything about it.
âNo, IâŠIâm sorry,â you repeated, the way your thighs pressed together not escaping Azrielâs notice.Â
A calloused thumb brushed over your chin, making your lips part. âTell me something.â Azriel tilted his head slightly. âIf I wasnât there, would you have gone home with any of those men? Would you have let them fuck you?â
His crude words had you blinking at him. âNo. I wouldâve followed them out and returned home the next morning, just to piss you off. But I wouldnât have fucked them because I know you wouldnât like it.â
Despite being two doors down, Rhys could scent your arousal from there. Shamelessly, he asked, Mind if I join?
He received two responses at the same time, a hesitant Okay from you and a dismissive Fuck off from Azriel.Â
The second time, Rhysâs message was only sent to Azriel. Come on.
Later; the irritance in Azrielâs thoughts was clear.Â
Back in your bedchambers, moonlight and starlight streamed through the tall windows.Â
âLook at you, you pretty little fucking slut,â Azriel bit out, making your eyes widen. Youâd never heard him speak like this beforeâbut you couldnât deny not liking it. âYour ass and tits are basically spilling out of this tiny dress. Itâs like youâre asking for it. Might as well not wear anything.â
His thigh nudged between your own when they clenched again, and you found yourself subconsciously grinding on his trousers while your hands grasped at his shirt, shrouded in shadows. His fingers pressed tighter into your neck. âStop that.â
You immediately stopped, the pressure of his leg almost pressed up to your clit making you dizzy. âPlease,â you exhaled the word out, eyelids fluttering.Â
âYou havenât been good. Why should I let you get off?â His grip on your throat eased, only for his hand to reach to your back and tug on the ribbon holding your corset together. Fingers of shadows deftly loosened the ribbons until the only thing keeping your dress on was your hand to your chest.Â
âAzriel.â Your eyes were wide.Â
âTake it off and get on your knees,â he instructed, taking a step back.Â
Your eyes dropped to the bulging seam of his trousers, the shadows taking your distraction as an opportunity to tug your dress to the ground, which earned a gasp from you.Â
Your skin flushed as Azriel took his time dragging his gaze over you, welcomed by the sight of your rosy nipples hardened into little peaks heâd sure make sure to suck later, the glint of silver tattoos adorning your shoulders in the moonlight, the way the damp material of the scrap of lace clung to your cunt. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, his cock only stiffening further at finally being able to do this with you, to you.Â
You got to your knees where his shadows sleuthed and greedily shot towards you, leaving trails of ice under your skin which they touched.Â
Your eyes darted between Azrielâs face and his scarred fingers undoing his trousers. A corner of his mouth tipped upwards. âSo pretty on your knees like this for me. Tell me you want to suck my cock.â
âI wanna suck your cock. I wanna taste you. Please,â you added for good measure, face burning. Just imagining his cock in your mouth had your clit throbbing and you shifted uncomfortably.Â
âGood girl.â The backs of his fingers dusted along your cheekbone. âTake me out.â
Eager fingers reached up to pull down his trousers and undergarments, almost sloppy with the way your mind was hazy with lust and the way your pussy ached to the point it almost hurt. A low hum of approval was drawn from Azrielâs chest as you wrapped one hand around his thick length, giving it a few strokes before leaning forward and taking the head in your mouth.Â
âFeel how hard I am for you?â he drawled. âBeen waiting for this for fucking years.âÂ
You sighed around him as your lashes fluttered shut, the taste of him on your tongue addictive, the weight of him on your tongue favorable.Â
âDeeper, sweetheart.â One of his large hands laced itself in your hair and you brought your free hand down to his thigh to steady yourself as you took him deeper. âLook at me.â
You raised your eyes to find a smug, pleased expression painted over Azrielâs face. His eyes were dark as he held eye contact with you, shoving your head deeper until his dick hit the back of your throat.Â
Your throat constricted, only making him groan. âCome on, you can do better than that.â
Tears pricked at your eyes as you attempted to take in more of him, spluttering slightly. His grip tightened in your hair, making your walls clench around nothing. Shadows plucked at your nipples, making you gasp and halt your motions on Azriel temporarily.Â
He slapped the side of your face lightly. âDid I say you could stop, pretty girl?â
Oh, gods. You were too shy to admit it, but you were loving every second of this. Wrapping your lips around him again, you brought your head down until your lips hit your hand that was jerking him off. Your other hand slid between your thighs, pressing your fingers to your clit and making you shudder. Shadows prodded at your hand but didnât drag it away, you took it as an all-clear but you were wrong.
âDonât touch what isnât yours,â Azriel tugged your head down until you choked. âKeep your hands away or Iâll fucking tie them behind your back and fuck your pretty throat myself.â
You whimpered around him, relaxing when he relaxed his grip on your locks only after you brought your hands up back to his thighs, clutching onto the material of his trousers bunched up there. Your jaw almost hurt with the way his girth was fit in your mouth, but you wanted to please him. Azriel wasnât a loud one but the way his breaths turned shallow and his voice got rougher was enough for you.
âGood girl, fuck, you take me so well,â he praised, making your heartbeat drop to your clit. Shadows swirled airily around you, not strong enough to create the pressure or friction you were craving.
Azriel swore and dragged your name out as he twitched in your mouth, and you drew your mouth to his head to take the warm ribbons of cum that shot straight down your throat. Choking, you managed to swallow most of it down, looking up at Azriel again. His wings were flared out, casting a shadow over you and only adding to his already-dominant figure.
âDid you swallow?â His fingers brushed over your wet lips, collecting any remains and pushing them past your lips. You gladly took his fingers in your mouth, his release salty, his fingers rough as you dragged your tongue over them. Fingers you wantedâno, needed inside of you right then. As if on cue, twines of shadow pressed against your soaked core, causing you to shudder and Azriel to chuckle darkly at your reaction.Â
âOn the bed. Spread your legs.â
Clambering off your knees which were certainly bruised now, you situated yourself in the center of the bed, leaning back against the stuffed pillows. With your legs spread, you watched Azriel undress to reveal tanned, scarred skin and whorls of inky shadows across his chest and shoulders, siphons and leathers piling on the floor. A buckle of shadows formed over your hips when they bucked impatiently, disallowing any movements from you.Â
They dissipated when Azriel grabbed you by the ankles and effortlessly yanked you towards him until your ass was on the edge of the bed. Soon, he was sinking onto his knees at the foot of the bed, and you looked at him in something close to wonder. Your clit thrummed so strongly you shivered.Â
With pleading eyes, you threaded your fingers in Azrielâs dark hair and pulled his face to your center to which he only chuckled again. His breath fanned hot over your core as he said, âThatâs not how we ask for things, is it? Use your words, sweetheart.â
âPlease, Azriel,â you whined. âIt hurts so bad, please please I want you to eat me out or finger me or fuck me or whatever, please just-â One finger trailing down your clothed pussy had you inhaling sharply and cutting yourself off.
âGods, youâre fucking drenched. Does sucking me off get you this wet?â He rubbed his thumb over the damp spot on your panties where it stuck to your skin.Â
âUh huh,â you agreed mindlessly, hips jerking.
âPretty little slut.â His last word was emphasized with a slap of his fingers down on your clit and earning him a gasp from you. So did the way he bit down on your thighs, not hard enough to pierce through skin but definitely hard enough to leave pretty, red marks that left him satisfied.Â
Only once there was a scatter of bite marks littered over your thighs did he finally reach the spot that had somehow gotten even wetter. Azriel pressed a light kiss to your pussy, asking, âMy mouth or my fingers?â
âBoth,â you found yourself saying. Shameless, thatâs what you were when needy.
Azriel let his shadows do the work of pulling your panties down your legs, and you felt like they couldnât possibly be any slower. When they were finally off you tried to clench your thighs for some sort of relief, but large hands held your thighs open.Â
One glimpse down and you saw hazel eyes glinting up at you from between your legs. The sight itself couldâve made you moan if you werenât so frustrated with the lack of contact.Â
âSay please.â Azriel kissed the crease between your thigh and your pussy. âDonât keep me waiting.âÂ
âPlease, Azriel, plea-â your words faded into a moan as his tongue lapped at your leaking arousal, the way his nose brushed against your clit softly raising goosebumps on your skin.Â
Now it was your turn to have your fingers tighten in his hair, but Azriel didnât mind being smothered in your pussy at all. Heâd spend the rest of his life between your thighs if he could, but in that moment heâd just enjoy the slice of heaven given to him in the form of your taste and the noises you made.Â
âAzriel- gods, donât stop,â you moaned, eyes half lidded and back arching off the bed. His hands kept your legs open even as they attempted to flinch shut at the pure pleasure that wracked through your body with every sweep of his tongue.Â
His fingers soon joined the slick between your legs, rubbing between your folds before sliding in easily. You recoiled from the invasion at first, but quickly relaxed as soon as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard. The sounds of you screaming his name drowned out the sloppy noises of his fingers in your cunt and his mouth on you.
Mother above, whatâs going on in there? Rhysandâs voice greeted the both of you, followed by several images of you and Azriel in multiple different positions as he guessed how you were being taken. It only fueled the heat in your lower abdomen and you could feel Azrielâs smirk against your wet flesh.Â
I said, fuck off, Azriel replied mentally as he curled his fingers to reach that spot inside of you, watching in satisfaction as another moan rolled off your lips and your legs tightened around the tattoos of his back.Â
Instead of heeding Azrielâs words, Rhys only continued to flood your mind with more graphic images, but this time including him. The visuals, along with the way Azriel feasted on you like you were his favorite meal, had the coil in your belly tightening. He spat on your clit and his tongue followed suit, licking it up.Â
âAz,â you gasped, âIâm gonna cum.âÂ
An unsated huff left your throat when he pulled back, and you looked down to see him flashing his canines at you in a grin, his chin wet with your arousal. Rhys let the connection tamper off, but not without a scoff.Â
Azriel meanwhile wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. âWe canât have that happening now, can we? Only good girls get to cum, and you havenât been listening to me today.â
âNo, please,â you whimpered. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâll be good.â
âWill you?â Azriel taunted, his shadows kissing the delicate skin of your thighs and tweaking your hardened nipples. They scattered from the former area when he reached a hand up to feel the weight of your breast in his palms, the scarred skin providing some sort of contact that you wouldnât be able to receive from any other.Â
âMm hmm,â you agreed, although Azriel did nothing to bring you closer to the edge as it dulled down, the wash of shadows not nearly enough to provide relief of any sort, only seeming to edge you even more. You whimpered, attempting to grind your hips to no avail.
âAzriel, please,â you cried out.Â
âLook at you, all flushed and pretty looking. Canât even take a little teasing.âÂ
âAz.â
He hummed softly, his hand finding the wetness between your legs. You arched into his touch as he slid two fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out slowly.Â
The slow torture repeated over and over again, with Azriel fingering you and eating you out until you were so impossibly closeâthen pulling away, bringing his attention to your tits or your thighs. Your legs were quivering by the time he finally thought of letting you come, an endless chant of pleas tumbling from your lips.
Your soft whinesânearly sobsâwere music to Azrielâs ears, and he finally let your noises crescendo as his fingers worked harder inside of you. âCome for me,â he ordered in a low voice before returning his mouth to your pulsating bundle of nerves.Â
He barely did anything before your legs were tightening around him and your hands were tugging at his hair almost painfully, crying out his name as he finally brought you over the edge. The corners of your vision went dark as your body tensed, your mind going fuzzy as your climax hit you.Â
Azriel groaned at the taste of your sweet release, not slowing down even after riding out your high. He grinned when your heels pressed into his tattooed shoulders, trying to push him away. âAz- please, I canât- stop- Azriel, itâs too much-â
He relented, stopping his actions. Your body went limp on the bed and your eyes drifted shut. Gentle shadows brushed away the stray hair matted to your damp skin, before cocooning your heated body in a blanket of coolness. Mindlessly, your lips parted when you felt Azrielâs wet fingers brush over them, and you tasted yourself off him.Â
âGood girl,â he praised softly as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. You opened your eyes to view him in his full, naked glory, wings splayed out behind him, tattoos menacing in the dim light, stroking his erection lazily with his left hand. As if by their own accord, your legs inched apart wider. His lips tugged into a sharp blade of a grin at the action, also enjoying the sight of you propped up on your elbows, messy and panting and marked with his bites and hickeys.Â
Your gaze trailed down to his dick, but before you could look back up at him he had his hands on your hips, basically tossing you into his wanted position. You caught yourself on your hands and knees with a huff that merged into a gasp when Azriel brought his hand down on your ass.Â
âDo you want me to fuck you, pretty girl?â he murmured, running his fingers through your wet folds. âFuck, youâre so messy.â
Pushing back against his fingers, you nodded. âPlease.â
The bed dipped as Azriel positioned himself behind you, lining himself up and groaning as he rubbed the tip between your legs. You whined and wriggled your hips back, biting down on your lip when the head of his cock pushed into your tight walls.Â
Azriel nudged himself in until he was fully sheathed inside of you, the stretch almost painful with his size but mind-numbingly pleasing too. The sheets were trapped in your white knuckled grip, your breaths heavy as he rocked his hips slowly to get you accustomed to his size, to get himself used to how tight, how wet you were.Â
With your hair spilled over your shoulder like smooth silk, Azriel couldnât help but wrap your hair around his hand with the help of the shadows that gathered any stray strands. His other hand stayed on your hips, pulling you back to meet his every thrust.Â
âYou like the stretch?â He yanked your head up, making your back arch and a moan rip from your throat.Â
âYeah,â you said breathily. âFeels so good, Az.â
The sound of wet skin meeting, , accompanied by his husky breaths and your ecstasy-laden sighs, filled the dark room. With every thrust, the shadows clinging onto you and Azriel billowed, adding an ethereal aura to your entwined forms.Â
âNot gonna last long,â you uttered, eyes screwing shut.Â
Azriel propped a leg up and quickened his movements, his left hand sliding from your hip to your shoulder. You recited his name in breathless puffs with his every hard slam into you. Azriel glanced down to see where the two of you were connected, glistening strands of your slick keeping the both of you connected when he pulled back, then watching as you desperately clenched around him when he buried himself inside of you again. The filthy visual alone spurred him to drive into you even harder, rewarded by your heavenly sounds.Â
He could read your bodyâs reactions before you yourself could, using his shadows to stimulate your swollen clit as he leaned down slightly. âYou take me so well, sweetheart, come for me. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.â
You clenched around him so tightly he pounded you to your climax that he let out a deep growl, only increasing his pace despite your pleased moans turning into whiny pleas. The shadows held you up as your legs shook, and Azriel only dragged you back towards him when you tried to slip out of his grip.Â
Eventually he needed you closer, so the fist tangled in your hair pulled you upwards strongly but not painfully. You tossed your head back onto his shoulder as he rammed into you from behind, the change in angle about to make you see stars from how hard you couldâve blacked out. He was hitting that lovely spot inside of you so perfectly but you were whimpering from your first two highs, squirming in his tight grip with one of his hands squeezing your breast and the other on your lower abdomen, pressing in to let you feel just how full you were of him.
âYou wanted this,â he reminded you in the lowest murmur before nipping at the shell of your ear. âYou can take it. Youâre doing so well, you wouldnât want to ruin my fun, would you?â
You quickly shook your head, your own hands holding his wrists in a vise-like grip. Shadows curl around the both of you, and you can feel each thrust of his hips against your ass as he drives into you.Â
Having fun? Rhysâs question only sounds in Azrielâs head.Â
Shut up and get the fuck out of my head. I donât want to talk to you while Iâm balls-deep in-
And when is it my turn?Â
Fucking later. Azriel shoots his mental walls up, keeping Rhys out.Â
He became more fervent with his actions, his hand snaking up from your breast to your throat even as your nails scraped down his arms while you cried out.Â
âPlease,â you whimpered, arching your back against his muscled chest. Azriel bit down on the shining silver tattoos on your shoulder, nearly drawing blood. âIâm gonna-â
âWait for me,â he rasped.Â
Too overcome in bliss, you didnât even realize as Rhysand winnowed into the room. Azriel glowered at the High Lord as soon as he felt his presence, but didnât say anything to him. Rhysâs eyes locked onto you, watching how your plump lips were parted and how your long lashes rested on your cheeks, a beautiful, wanton expression painted on your face. His view of where you and Azriel were connected were shadowed, not that heâd admit he would have liked to look.Â
âAzriel- please, I canât-â your words were punctuated with breathy moans under his fingers around your neck.Â
âHold it.â The fingers of his hand on your stomach reached down to press against your clit, and you were writhing with pleasure in his arms. Without turning his neck, he said to Rhys, âDoesnât she make the prettiest sounds? Sheâs so fucking tight too; and she tastes like heaven.â He rubbed his fingers over your clit, his next word right into your ear. âCome.â
Your high rolled over you in strong waves, triggered by Azrielâs warm release inside of you. Rhys merely smirked, his gaze wandering over you and making Azriel scowl before he covered you with a wing as you slumped back against him, spent. Azriel rubbed his hands over your body as you leaned back on his chest, the both of you sitting on the bed.Â
âGood girl,â he whispered, squeezing your hips and dropping a kiss to your head. âYou did so well for me.â
You hummed, groaning softly as he slid out of you and shuffled away. His shadows leaned you back against the pillows, lingering on your skin even as Rhys stalked towards the bed. Your skin was flushed, marked, but Rhysâs eyes dropped to the apex of your thighs where Azrielâs come was leaking out of your entrance. âFuck.âÂ
âRhys,â you mumbled, only now noticing his presence. No wings, no shirt, the large tent in his pants visible even in the dim light. Azriel sat by the edge of the bed, watching but not saying a word.Â
Rhysâs hands rubbed at your thighs, soothing them. âI can see Az wasâŠâ One sweep of his purple eyes had shown him the handprints marking your throat and your tits, the lingering red bite marks littering your smooth thighs, the hickeys coloring your collarbone and neck.Â
âMm hmm,â you hummed lazily, whispers of arousal starting to curl inside of you again. Azrielâs gentle hands brushed away the hair clinging onto your forehead and neck.Â
Your hips lifted off the bed when Rhys swiped two fingers along your center and pushed any essense of Azriel back into you. His fingers pumped slowly, your hips bucking into his touch, which was promptly pinned down by one of his large hands.Â
âNeed more, RhysâŠâ
âWhereâd your manners go?â Azriel tutted with a slap to your breast before squeezing harshly.Â
âPle- please.â
âThatâs better,â the Shadowsinger mused, as Rhys continued sliding his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt.Â
You whined, hips pressed into the bed as Rhys held you down. Eventually, when he withdrew his fingers, he brought them to his mouth, keeping his eyes on yours as he licked your taste off his fingers like it was the sweetest honey. âYouâre right,â he drawled, âshe does taste delicious.â
âDoesnât she,â Azriel said, something akin to pride playing in the hazels of his eyes. His fist was wrapped around his still-aching cock, keeping his gaze on your pretty, fucked-out expression as he got himself off.Â
âWanna cum.â Your breathy voice was a catalyst enough to Rhys, whose pants had been discarded at some point of time you were unaware of.Â
Easily, he maneuvered you until your face was in the sheets, near where Azriel was sitting, and your ass in the air. Rhys brought his hand down in a slap that made you flinch, fingers curling into the loose sheets. Even with your view half obscured, you could hear the slick sounds of Azrielâs hand around himself, his rough exhales that made your sopping pussy throb.Â
âRhys!â you cried out as his hand landed on your flesh again, body tensing.Â
He rubbed his hand over your soft skin. âYou can take it, canât you?âÂ
Frantically nodding, you pushed your hips up again to please your High Lord, which seemed to work when a satisfied rumble emanated from his throat.Â
A harsh slap to your cheek had your eyes flying open and a gasp escaping from your throat. Azriel glared down at you, his hand threaded in your hair to hold your head up. âDonât be a rude fucking whore, say thank you to Rhysand.âÂ
âThank you- Rhysand,â you echoed mindlessly when his hand came down again.Â
Rhys smirked down at the prints on your skin before he grabbed your ass in one hand, squeezing as he brought his length up to glide between your dripping folds. âGods, baby. Youâre so fucking wet.âÂ
With the last word came the pressure of him nudging the tip of his cock into you, making your teeth sink down into your lip. âPlease give me more.âÂ
âYeah?â Cockiness dripped from that single word as Rhys sank deeper into you, groaning at the tight warmth. You felt Azrielâs grip on your hair loosen, only to have your locks wrapped around Rhysâs hand as he tugged your head back. âGood girl, arch your back for me. Just like that, baby.âÂ
âYouâre being too nice to her.âÂ
âSomeone has to.âÂ
You whimpered when you felt Rhysâs hips press against your ass, stilling for a moment before he moved back, using your hair as leverage to pull you against him. Meanwhile, Azriel shifted himself to properly face you, wasting no time before his fingers pressed into your scalp and pushed your mouth down onto his cock. He chuckled darkly when he felt you gag around him, keeping your head down for a few more moments before letting you back up.Â
âGet your fucking hands out of her hair.â Hearing Azrielâs snarl, you felt Rhysâs hand leave your hair as Azriel took over, enjoying the control over your oxygen intake, enjoying suffocating you. At the same time, your wrists were snatched by his shadows and brought behind your back. Rhysand hooked his fingers around the shadow chain instead, groaning when you coordinated your movements to take both him and Azriel. The spare shadows twirled themselves around your sensitized nippled, tugging and soothing in a cycle.Â
With each tug backwards, you felt Rhys full inside of you, the head of his member pressing against that sweet, sweet spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. And with each pull forwards, Azriel made sure you took him to the very back of your throat, the richness of his taste coloring all your senses. Together, the two males took you, ensuring their pleasure as well as your own. Being used like this, hearing their low groans, you really couldnât fathom how you ended up here.Â
With your mouth full, you were unable to alert them of your imminent orgasm, which only heightened when Rhys changed his angle. You spluttered around Azriel as the euphoria in your veins hazed your mind, intensifying before it burst in waves. Rhys swore as your walls tightened around him, clenching with each dulling surge.Â
âStupid slut. Did we say you could cum? Huh?â Azriel taunted, his hand tightening in your hair as he pushed you down on his shaft. âLook at me when Iâm speaking to youâRhys, I didnât say you could stop, either. Keep fucking her.âÂ
Pleasure became pain as Rhys kept going, his movements no gentler than they were before. In the shadowy restraints, your hands curled into fists, leaving red indents on the skin of your palms as you cried out around Azrielâs girth.
You struggled to raise your watery eyes to Azriel. His touch was mocking as he used his thumb to swipe a tear from under your eye before the palm of his hand hit your cheek. âKeep your eyes on me when youâre choking on my cock.âÂ
âTaking us so beautifully,â Rhys hummed, smoothing his free hand over the curve of your bum. âSuch a good girl, taking us so well.âÂ
It was whiplash, the way Rhys was praising you one moment, and the next Azriel was ridiculing you. Your mind was a mess, your senses overloaded as the overstimulation faded into the building climax once again.Â
âSwallow,â was the only warning you got before Azriel shot his release down your throat, making you choke as he held you down. You savored the salty taste of himâas much as you could, anywayâas he jerked in your mouth, the last of his climax coating your tongue. He clearly wasnât happy with your results when he let you up for air, demanding, âYouâd better lick the cum off my cock. We donât want any of it to go to waste.âÂ
Obeying, you lowered your head again, dragging your tongue up his shaft, until it was shining in only your saliva. Azriel patted your cheek approvingly before letting go of your hair, causing your face to fall into the sheets once again.Â
Just when you were starting to get dizzy from lack of air, a strong hand wrapped around your throat, and Rhys pulled you up until your back was arched against his bare chest. It was a little uncomfortable, with the way your wrists were still bound behind your back, but that was the least of your worries when your clit was aching in time with Rhysâs thrusts. âPleaseâŠâ you mewled out incomprehensibly.Â
âYou feel so tight, baby, youâre fucking divine,â the High Lord worshiped, his hand moving from your throat to your breast, the other one holding your hip as he pounded into you. If it werenât for his hold on you, you were sure you wouldâve fallen back onto the mattress with how weak your legs were. âTell me what you want.âÂ
âTouch my clit, please.âÂ
Immediately, Rhysâs hand on your hip reached the spot in between your legs, gathering your wetness before rubbing his fingers over the tense muscle at the apex of your thighs. Your body threatened to buckle at the blissful contact, but shadows held you up.Â
âSo fucking whiny,â Azriel belittled. His fingers closed around the sides of your throat again, applying light pressure to make you slightly light-headed. âOpen your mouth. Tongue out.âÂ
You did as he saidâGods, you didnât want to know how you looked right now, with Rhys taking you from behind, with your tongue out and eyes glazed for Azriel, who spat straight onto your waiting tongue. Without needing him to tell you, you swallowed, your lips parting once again as your hips bucked back against Rhys. Azriel shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, and you bit down hard when Rhysâs fingers on your clit nearly sent you over the edge again.Â
When you mumbled something unintelligent around Azrielâs digits, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and slapped you across the face again before reaching down and stroking himself, using your saliva as lube.Â
âWhat is it you were saying?â Rhys asks, tilting his head down to kiss a dark hickey between your neck and shoulder previously left by Azriel.
ââM gonna cum, please let me cum,â you added before Azriel could find another reason to reprimand you.Â
âYeah, you wanna cum? Does she get to cum again, Az?â Rhys asked, in way of teasing you.Â
âHold it until you do,â came the Shadowsingerâs reply.
âDonât worry, baby, Iâm almost there. You can hold it a while more for me, canât you? Youâre doing so well,â Rhys bit down lightly on your shoulder.Â
With one of their hands each groping your breasts, the pressure on your clit, the way Rhys was pistoning his hips into yours from behind, the sight of Azriel getting himself off, his shadows swirling around your thighs, it was sensory heaven.Â
âYes, yes, yes, Gods, please, oh-â you werenât even sure what you were saying at that point, your babbles paired with the sound of Rhys snapping his hips into yours.Â
âIâm gonna cum, baby,â Rhys said, his fingers working faster over your swollen clit. You gasped loudly as the orgasm crashed over you, your muscles tenses and going shock-still after a violent, pleased shudder. Rhysâs groan was deep, masculine, and music to your ears as he painted your innermost walls with thick, warm release. He pumped his orgasm out inside of you, his fingers working idly over your pulsating clit, waiting for the climax to fade before pulling out.Â
You were gently left on the bed again, and just when the post-orgasm nearly lulled you to sleep, a slap to your pussy had you crying out and eyes flying wide.Â
Azriel grinned, pinching your clit. âWho said weâre done with you?âÂ
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Nesta: When I said, "Bring me back something from the Summer Court" I meant, like, a seashell.
Cassian, struggling to hold a seagull: Well, you didn't fucking say that.
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Relax For Me
Azriel x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: smut. wing play. masterbation.
Summary: After Azriel comes home from a long mission, his best friend, Y/N, helps him relax.
A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist
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Y/N closed the doors to her balcony and drew the curtains. The sun was only just setting but she wanted an early night, ever since she had woken up that morning she only craved to go back to sleep. Y/N yawned as she shuffled to her bedroom and climbed under the cool covers. She smiled as she did so, basking in the feeling of the cold sheets against her warm skin.Â
The silk pillow was soft beneath her head and Y/N allowed her eyes to close, wanting nothing more than to drift off into that peaceful unconscious state. As she began to feel herself drifting off, there was a quiet knock at her front door. Y/N groaned and pulled the covers closer underneath her chin. If she ignored the noise then it would go away. However, not even a few seconds later, there was another knock and this time it was more urgent.Â
With a sigh, Y/NÂ pulled the covers from her body and shuffled back through her apartment and to the front door. She frowned as she opened it, prepared to yell at whoever it was to leave. But as the door opened and revealed Azriel standing on the other side, all the irritation drained from Y/N.Â
âHi,â Azriel said quietly, offering Y/N a small wave.Â
âAz,â Y/N said, blinking rapidly. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI finished my mission early,â Azriel said. âI thought I would come to see you.â
Y/N stepped to the side and allowed Azriel to step into her apartment. âCome in.â Azriel stepped past her and Y/N closed the door, locking it behind her. âI thought I wouldnât see you for at least another few days. Did the rundown with Rhys go quickly?â Y/N continued as she watched Az slump in a chair in the corner of the room.Â
âI havenât been to Rhys yet,â Azriel admitted. âI came straight here.â
Y/N finally looked at what he was wearing and frowned. He was still wearing clothes covered in dirt and grime, his wings werenât much better as they were too covered in mud and other things Y/N couldnât recognise.Â
âI missed you,â Azriel said, offering Y/N a small lopsided grin.
Y/N couldnât help but smile back, she had always loved that specific smile of Azrielâs. âI missed you too.â Y/N stepped closer to him and took his hand in hers, giving it a small squeeze. âI would hug you but I donât want to get mud on my pyjamas. Do you want me to run you a bath?â
Azriel looked down at Y/Nâs attire. âWere you about to go to sleep?â
Y/N nodded. âI was, until you came knocking on my door. I am not complaining though.Â
Azriel reluctantly let go of Y/Nâs hand. âI should let you get back to sleep. I will just go straight to Rhys.â
âNo, Az,â Y/N said. âYou look like you are about to fall asleep if you stand up. Let me run you a bath and get some clean clothes out for you.â
âI wonât say no if you were to do that,â Azriel said.Â
Y/N smiled. She bent down lightly and kissed his cheek. âIâll even let you use all of my fancy soaps.â
âI must look like Iâm about to drop dead if you are letting me use those. You nearly took my hand off the last time I went to use those,â Azriel jokes.Â
âYou exaggerate,â Y/N replied. âIâll be back in a moment.â
Leaving Azriel in the living room, Y/N entered her bathroom and began to run a bath for Azriel. She placed a brand new bar of her soap in the small dish next to the basin and poured a modest amount of bubbles into it. Azriel would always say that he hated the bubbles but Y/N knew that she loved them. Y/N let the bath fill up and walked out of the bathroom.Â
âThe bath is currently filling up,â Y/N said to Azriel. âYou can get undressed in the bathroom. If you leave your clothes outside, I can get a start on washing them for you.â
âY/N, you donât need to do that,â Azriel said. âI can do it back at my own apartment.â
âAz, I insist,â Y/N replied. âYou look exhausted and all I want to do right now is make sure you have a nice relaxing night. I have some of your clothes here, Iâll leave them just outside of the bathroom.â
Azriel stood from the chair and reached out to Y/N, gently caressing her hand. âWhat would I ever do without you?â
âIâm unsure as we have been friends for centuries and there is not a moment I can think of off the top of my head where I havenât been by your side, of course except when you go on missions,â Y/N said.Â
Azriel rolled his eyes and walked away to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. Y/N let out a small breath before settling down on the couch.Â
***
It wasnât long before Y/N was interrupted from what she was doing by Azriel calling out her name. From the other side of the door she could still hear the sound of him in the water so she was unsure why she was being called.Â
âAz?â Y/N spoke through the door. âWhatâs wrong?â
There was a hesitant pause before Azriel spoke again. âCan you come in here?â
Y/Nâs eyes widened. âWhat?â
âPlease,â Azriel asked. âItâs easier to explain that way. The bubbles are covering everything, donât worry.â
Y/N slowly opened the door and gasped at the sight. The whole side of Azrielâs rib cage was bruised and a small gash was in the centre of it. âAz, what happened?â Y/N rushed over to him.
âIt was just something that happened a couple of days ago, it is healing but quite slowly,â Azriel explained.
âYou must have broken a rib or two,â Y/N examined the injury. âOr three.â
âI know,â Azriel said, sitting up a bit further in the bath. Y/N couldnât help but let her eyes drift slightly but once she realised what she was doing, she snapped them back to Azriel, who luckily didnât notice her brief distraction.Â
âWhat do you need me for?â Y/N asked.
A small blush coated Azrielâs cheeks. âItâs embarrassing to ask now you are here.â
Y/N smiled at him. âGo on, it canât be that bad.â
âI need you to clean my wings,â Azriel replied, his blush deepening. âIâve managed to do the bottom of them but I canât reach the top without this stupid injury causing me pain.â
âOh,â Y/N said, avoiding looking at Azriel directly.Â
âForget it,â Azriel said. âIt was stupid of me to ask.â
âNo, no, itâs not that,â Y/N said, fighting the urge to brush the wet strands of hair away from his forehead. âItâs justâŠyou donât ever let anyone touch your wings.â
âI trust you.â The comment came tumbling out of Azrielâs mouth quickly.
Y/N smiled. âIâm glad.â
Azriel cleared his throat. âYes, well you donât need to do it if you donât wish to. Iâm sure I can manage.â
âI will do it for you, Az,â Y/N said.
Azriel didnât respond, not even when Y/N reached for the small washcloth beside him. He continued to stare straight ahead at the shutters and did not move as Y/N gathered supplies.Â
âLavender or lemon?â Y/N asked.
âWhat?â Azriel asked.
âFor the oil,â Y/N clarified. âLavender or lemon?â
âUm, lavender,â Azriel said.
Y/N smiled softly. âExcellent choice.â
Azriel barely nodded as he fixated his eyes ahead once more. The moment Y/N placed the wash cloth against his wing, Azriel immediately flinched away, splashing water at Y/N in the process.Â
âSorry,â Azriel mumbled.
Y/N placed the washcloth back onto his wing. This time Azriel did not flinch away but he was tense. Y/N continued to wipe away the grime until she threw the washcloth down onto the floor. Y/N could see all of the tension in Azrielâs body. She leant forward between his wings and draped her body on his.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Azriel asked.
âJust relax for me, Azriel,â Y/N whispered into his ear causing Azriel to shudder.Â
âIâm finding it quite difficult,â Azriel replied.Â
âDo you trust me?â Y/N asked.Â
âOf course I do,â Azriel said. âThat's why I asked you to do this.â
âThen why are you still so tense?â Y/N asked.Â
âBecause I know that if I relax too much, thenâŠâ
Y/Nâs eyes briefly glanced down to where the bubbled obstructed Azrielâs lower half and everything clicked together. She always knew that his wings were sensitive but never realised that he could become so pent up just from her washing them.Â
âI see,â Y/N muttered.
âYou should just leave,â Azriel said.Â
Y/N wrapped her arms around Azrielâs shoulders. âAnd why should I do that?â
âBecause I donât want to make you uncomfortable,â Azriel muttered, his hands now caressing her arms.
âYou wonât make me uncomfortable, Azriel,â Y/N said, her lips grazing his ear. âAll you need to do is relax for me. Whatever happens, happens.â
Azriel slowly moved his head to face her and her eyes flicked down to his lips for a brief moment. She wanted to know how it felt to have his lips pressed against hers.Â
âWhatever happens, happens,â Azriel repeated, his eyes flicking down to her lips. Unlike Y/N, Azriel didnât try to hide it.
Y/N pulled away and picked up a fresh washcloth and began to wipe off the grime from his wings. Azriel flinched for a moment before relaxing against the bath, allowing Y/N to wipe all the dirt from his wings. A content sigh left his lips as she did so.Â
Once all of the grime was gone, Y/N looked at Azriel and did not find one trace of rigidness within his body. âIâm going to use the oil now, if thatâs okay with you.â
âIâm fine with that,â Azriel responded.
Y/N poured a generous amount of the oil onto her hands, the aroma filling the room. Y/N rubbed it into her hands and slowly reached towards his wings. She had never touched them before but she had always wondered what they felt like. She was pleasantly shocked to find them quite soft and smooth. The occasional small scar changed the texture, but they were nothing like Y/N imagined them feeling.Â
Azrielâs breathing changed as Y/N continued her movements on his wings, spreading the oil across them. He took heavier breaths and Y/N could already begin to smell the scent of his arousal cutting through the lavender.Â
Y/N could tell that she had hit a particular sensitive part on his wing as Azriel gripped the side of the bathtub tightly, his knuckles turning white.Â
âYou can leave if you want to, Y/N,â Azriel said, his voice slightly breathless.
âWhatever happens, happens,â Y/N responded. Despite her not receiving the pleasure Azriel was, her voice was breathless too. The blissed out look on Azrielâs face was one she wanted to see more often.
The sensitive part of his wing proved to be a place where Azriel liked to be touched as a soft moan slipped through his lips. âY/NâŠâ
âYes?â She asked.
âPlease,â Azriel said, his hips twitched under the water, âdonât stop.â
Y/N leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his wing. âI wasnât planning on it.â
As she massaged the oil into his wings, Y/N continued to pull sweet groans from the shadowsinger. If Y/N was being completely honest, the sound was music to her ears. She had always been somewhat attracted to Azriel but it was only recently where she had begun to question her attraction to him even more and she was sure that her feelings toward him werenât completely platonic. He was the most beautiful male she had ever seen and even more beautiful now as he cried out in pleasure. Pleasure that she was causing him all because he trusted her.Â
âFuck,â Azriel grunted, hips bucking in the water.Â
âDo you want me to stop?â Y/N teased.
âDonât you dare,â Azriel said.Â
Y/N smirked before draping herself across his back once more, her hand continuing their movements on his wing. Azriel pants were even more beautiful to listen to in her ear as she pressed soft kisses against his neck and shoulder.
âY/N,â Azriel groaned. âIf you donât stop doing that, I will come right here on the spot.â
âAm I just that attractive?â The question was aimed to simply tease Azriel, it was not meant to be taken seriously at all.Â
âYes, you are,â Azriel admitted. âYou drive me crazy whenever you walk into a room. Do you know how hard it is to not greet you with a kiss whenever I see you? You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen and you have no idea how long I have wanted to say these words.â
Y/N stopped the movements on his wing. âDo you really mean that, Az?â
âOf course I mean it!â He exclaimed. âAnd we will talk about it after, but right now if you donât move your damn hand Y/N, I am sure I will simply die in this bath tub.â
Y/N pressed a kiss against his neck. âAlways so dramatic.â
Azriel didnât respond. His only reaction to her words was a series of loud moans, now not afraid to conceal them. âY/N, I am so close, my love.â
âTouch yourself,â Y/N whispered.Â
Azriel didnât need to be told twice as he released his grip from the side of the bath and wrapped a hand around his cock and began to pump it up and down fast. The sounds came tumbling out of his mouth and Y/N did not want to silence them but she couldnât help herself as she placed her lips over his. They were soft and fit perfectly against hers.Â
With his other hand, Azriel reached for her and laced his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss. Y/N only pulled away for a brief moment. âCome for me, my love.â
With only a few more pumps of his cock and an added pressure on the sensitive parts of his wings, Azriel came panting against Y/Nâs mouth. He pressed his lips against hers, craving the feeling once more. Y/N held onto him tightly until his high was over.
Azriel slumped against the bath and further into Y/Nâs arms. He slowly caught his breath back and opened his eyes.Â
Y/N smiled at him. âHi.â
Azriel smiled back. âHi.â
Y/N pecked his lips. âAs much as I donât want to leave you right now, I think you should finish up here and meet me in the bedroom because we certainly have a few things to discuss.â
âI think so too,â Azriel muttered.Â
Y/N pulled away from him, despite her not wanting to at all. Her pyjamas were soaked through but she did not care as she walked to the bathroom door. âThere are some clothes just outside for you.â
âThank you, Y/N,â Azriel said.
âDonât keep me waiting too long,â Y/N said before leaving the bathroom.Â
With a bright smile on her face, she walked down the short hall to her bedroom. She changed into a new, fresh set of pyjamas and waited for Azriel. It did not take long at all for the bathroom door to open and for footsteps to pad down the hall. The bedroom door was opened and Azriel stood in the doorway. He seemed to quickly dry off his hair as it was sticking up in every direction but Y/N only thought it made him look adorable.Â
âI love you,â Azriel said suddenly.
Y/Nâs eyes widened. âAzââ
âI know that this is sudden and I promise that it is not just because you gave me a great orgasm in a bathtub, but I love you. I am in love with you and I have been for a long time,â he admits.Â
Y/N patted the bed next to her and Azriel walked over and slid under the covers, facing Y/N. âYou love me?â
âI do,â Azriel said, reaching out to caress her cheek. âI know I am not good at voicing my feelings and all of this seems so sudden but I need to tell you. We canât pretend what just happened in the bathroom didnât just happen and continue with our friendship like normal. I love you, Y/N. If you donât feel the same way, I understand but I cannot go another day without telling you.â
âAz,â Y/N said, her eyes full of love. âI love you too.â
âYou do?â Azriel asked, somewhat shyly.Â
âOf course I do,â Y/N said. âI thought I only loved you as a friend. But recently I began to notice that friends donât normally imagine what their friends' lips feel like against theirs. Friends donât realise that they have always had an attraction to thief friends and find them absolutely breathtaking.â Azriel blushed. âFriends donât act like a couple. Letâs face it Azriel, we have been acting like a couple for years, minus the kissing.â
Azriel let out a quiet laugh. âI know.â
Y/N smiled before letting out a yawn. âNow as much as I want to continue this conversation, why donât we go to sleep.â
Azriel smirked before pressing his lips against her jaw. âI thought I could repay you for what you did for me in the bathroom.â
Y/N pulled away from Azrielâs kissed and gently held his face between her hands. âAzriel, as much as I love you, and it feels so good to say that, I was trying to sleep before you arrived here. And if Iâm being honest I would rather get a great night sleep with your arms wrapped around me than an earth shattering orgasm right now. Perhaps that can wait until tomorrow. But right now, all I want is to fall asleep in the arms of my love.â
Azriel smiled and pressed a sweet kiss against her lips. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â Y/N said, nuzzling her head into his chest.Â
Underneath the scent of the soaps Y/N had leant him, she could still smell the familiar scent of Azriel and with that she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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Make You See My Crazy
AzrielxReader
<3
Warnings: some slightly sexual themes
Word count: 7.9k
Itâs split into parts only bc I canât stop yapping
Summary: Upon joining the inner circle you expected excitement, movement, enterprise. Instead you were faced with mundane, every day was nearly the same and repetitive motion was killing you. Itâs hard sneaking around the person you love but itâs inevitable when theyâre the one holding you back.
Part 2 to Iâm not the Crazy One, She Is
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I thought working with the inner circle would be action packed; missions, fighting, or infiltrating other courts. I imagined myself having serious debriefs with Rhysand and far off adventures with Mor or Azriel. But for the first year and some change itâs just been training. Every. Day.
I guess it was to be expected, I had to be thoroughly prepared; even if what I was being prepared for was the impossible.
Some of the scenarios Azriel would throw at me were absolutely off the wall; like being shrunken down and hidden under a walnut casing, being drugged with hallucinogenic cookies that make the enemy seem like friends, being eaten by a shark? It was deluded. I asked him if any of those things ever happened to him, his answer; âUnimportant. It could happen to you.â
I thought I was flying through training with flying colors, and so did Rhysand and Cassian and Nesta and Gwyn and Feyre and Emerie and Morrigan and Amren and pretty much everyone other than Azriel. He always found something to correct or have a question with no right answer. At first it was funny, but then I mastered the sword, dagger, staff, bow and arrow, and my personal favorite nunchucks. Now itâs just condescending.
The time I wasnât preparing for the impossible I was working on strengthening my powers with Amren and Nesta. Iâve had control of my abilities for the better part of two centuries but using them for combat was different. I had mostly used them to get what I want, adopting strangers on the streets powers to make my night more interesting. Now I was using peopleâs own powers against them. My abilities expanded beyond what I ever thought, what I had ever attempted. I can connect with at least 3 people, stealing power from multiple sources. I can also connect over a distance but thatâs only for people that I know, if I can envision them in my minds eye and envision their powers I can connect from virtually anywhere.
Ive never felt more powerful, more formidable, more like a force to be reckoned with than since Iâve begun working with the inner circle. But for some reason, a reason that edged my last nerve Azriel didnât see it.
âI can take on anyone in this godsdamned court and hold my own, but itâs always âyouâre not readyâ âyou need more trainingâ âwhat if something terribly unlikely happens?ââ I groaned at I threw myself back onto Nesta and Cassianâs shared bed. The female was perched at the top, legs tucked underneath herself, watching me with a sly expression.
âItâs because he likes you,â Nesta teased, a knowing smile making its way onto her face.
I flipped myself over and bit my bottom lip, failing at controlling my smile. âI know,â I said dreamily, I could feel my face heat as I thought of the shadowsinger. âBut thatâs another thing, he likes me, I know he does. But heâs also distant, not physically but emotionally. Heâs holding back from me and I donât know why. Like go king! Give me nothing!â
Nesta laughed as she slid onto her stomach as well, face close to mine, âThatâs just how these Illyrians are. They only want love if itâs torture.â
I rolled my eyes at her words, âWhat did you read that in a book or something?â
âOr something,â she smirked and I chuckled at response shaking my head. âI canât help you with your love sick yet sickeningly distant Az but in terms of putting you in the field; talk to Rhys. Tell him that you feel more than ready to have a mission of your own.â
I groaned, sneaking around Az didnât feel right. I wanted him to see me, see what Iâm capable of and want me by his side. âOkay,â I said while I picked at my nails. I peaked at the female and she gave me a pointed look, âOkay!â This time I spoke with more conviction. Standing up I stamped my foot with my hands on my hips âI am going to talk to him,â I turned my head to glance out the window, night had taken over the sky, âtomorrow morning.â
It was Nestas turn to groan, her face fell into the bed as she shook her head, âYour just as bad as Azriel.â
âCome on. Itâs late, heâs probably in bed. Plus last time I went to him this lateâŠâ I shuddered. Nesta just laughed, obviously recalling the story of me winnowing into Rhysâ office and seeing my high lord and high lady in a⊠compromising position. âAlright,â I stretched, âIâm going home, donât wait for me at training. Iâll see Rhys bright and early!â
Her face held mock conviction as she nodded once. I just laughed and leaned over to press a loving kiss to the females head, âBye!!!!â I sang as I channeled Rhys from afar and winnowed myself home.
I was offered a room at the House of Wind and I stayed there most nights but I still kept my cottage. With the egregious checks Rhys wrote me every month I could afford my own little castle but this was home. A new fae had moved in next door, a very nice one, and the corner was cozier than ever before. Also with Az away, the house of wind felt⊠colder; I needed the warmth of my space.
I went through my night routine; stripping the leathers I had grown accustomed to wearing, cleaning my hair and skin, and climbing into bed with a shirt that Azriel definitely knew was missing. As I laid I contemplated what I would say to Rhys, he has said he thought I was ready but he still backed up Azriel. I shook my head, deciding I couldnât wait until morning.
Rhys, I whispered into his mind. Channeling his power I was able to slip past his barriers, something he was truly disturbed to find out I could do. Rhys, I tried again a little louder when he didnât answer.
Stop using my power against me, he spoke, frustration clear. I hate when you do that.
I giggled into his mind, finding out that mental barriers donât work against me was a pleasant surprise for me and a source of grief for Rhys. Powers are connected to emotions so the more passionate I made someone the more control I could take over their magic. I need to talk to you.
It canât wait? Iâm⊠busy. I knew exactly what he meant and shivered as war flash backs played in my brain.
Ewwww, I ragged. I suppose it can. I turned in my bed, making myself comfy.
The silence didnât last long, Never mind, Nyx just woke. What do you need Y/n?
I paused, a hundred persuasive and graceful ways to ask came to the forefront but I chose succinctness. I want to go on a mission.
He paused, from inside his mind I could hear the wheels turning but out of respect for his privacy I cast my glance away. Waiting until Az is out of town, are you trying to get me in trouble?
No! I just⊠Iâm ready. There was nothing else to say, Iâm ready. I know it, Rhys knows it, everyone in this circle knows it; itâs time for me to prove it.
I heard him click his tongue, thinking of how to deny me nicely. I filled his head with my disappointment, my hurt from being consistently passed over. A sigh was heard, and I felt his conviction break.
Okay, I have an idea. See me in the morning.
I didnât let my excitement slip into his mind but Iâm sure he heard it in my voice, Okay, okay! Perfect. Iâll see you!
I disconnected from him and rolled over, giggling into my pillow and kicking lightly under my blanket. I wondered what Rhys had planned, I tried not to let my imagination get me too excited but as I fell into rest depictions of other courts circled my mind.
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Azriel landed in the training ring with a swift silence. His leathers were glistening in the sun, clean and shiny. He picked up the habit of cleaning them before returning right around the time you started spending nights in the House of Wind. The thought of you seeing him covered in blood unsettled him, he knew deep down you wouldnât truly care but he wanted to protect you nonetheless.
His bright eyes scanned the ring; priestesses, Valkyrieâs, and a very loud Cassian controlled the space. No you.
Sheâs not here, his shadows informed him. Upon further prompting his shadows informed him that you werenât at home, or with Rhys. His eyebrows knitted with confusion as he continued to glance around. It wouldnât be the first time you skipped training, he pictured the time he caught you tucked into a high-end dress store when you were meant to be in the ring.
He was prepared to take to the skies, ready to find where you were hiding before his brother cut him off, âAz, honey! Not even a hello?â Cass was walking toward him with a natural ease and he couldnât help rolling his eyes.
âHello brother,â was all he offered. His voice was void of emotion but his heart was full, coming home to family was always enjoyable. Especially after spending time in the dark tunnels of the Hewn City, seeing someone with a smile on their face was appreciated.
Cass wrapped strong arms around Azâs shoulders, holding him tight. Azriel just returned the favor with two quick taps on his back under his wings.
âI need to go find Y-â he didnât make it through his sentence before Cassian cut him off.
âYou need to come see these priestesses,â with an arm around Azâs shoulder he led him further into the ring. âWeâve got six more priestesses picking up swords, we have a little battalion on our hands.â
Az lightly smiled and nodded, letting his brother lead him. He figured you could have the day off, you deserve it. You had been doing amazing, you were a quick learner; swift, light on your feet, and knew how to finish strong. Your fighting coupled with your power, you would be daunting in the felid; when you were ready⊠when he was ready to let you be ready.
Az knew you would hold your on, connecting to his power you would be the assets he always needed but he wanted to protect you, keep you safe from that part of his life as long as he could.
The better part of the morning and early afternoon were spent with the priestesses. Helping them with their swordsmanship, correcting techniques and giving confidence where it was needed. Cass and Az felt something like pride as the watched the females taking back the power that was stolen from them. With training behind them the boys gathered around the island in the extravagant kitchen, chatting with Emerie, Gwyn, and Nesta about the progress being made. You stayed in the back of Azrielâs mind, not being at training and not showing up as the day pushed on. He tried to keep cool about it, you were sensible and strong and he didnât need to keep you on a leash, but with training 3 hours behind him his hands started to itch at the lack of your presence. His attentive shadows kept him updated, you still werenât at your house or any of Rhysâ.
âSo whereâs Y/n?â He asked, trying to remain casual as he leaned forward, bracing his arms on the stone island. Lunch had came and went without a word from you. Gwynâs eyes widened for a fraction of a a second but Emerie quickly pulled her into conversation pertaining to their upcoming book club. Weird.
Nesta just pursed her lips and shrugged coolly, a light shake of her head accompanying the motion. Cassian on the other hand was staring into the tea he that had suddenly became very interesting. That was weirder. If Cass didnât know he wouldâve came up with some witty remark like, âshe probably found a hot male with emotional maturityâ or âshe has your account information, probably running you into the ground.â
He stalked a little closer to his brother, Cass just dipped his head further towards his cup. Az bit his cheek, thanking the mother for his brothers inability to keep a secret or produce a good lie.
Az wrapped a wing around his brothers form and dipped down too, âIf you put your nose any further into that cup, youâll drown.â
âHuh? Oh!â Cass laughed as he stood up straighter. He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, trying to gain some semblance of confidence. Nesta gave him a look and he turned away quickly, unfortunately for him he turned directly toward Az. The only thing he could do was offer a nervous smile.
Az returned the favor with a saccharine grin, got him. âWhere is she Cass?â
âWho?â He asked dumbly. He clenched his fist to keep from slapping his face, he was under the fire of his brothers gaze and he was choking. Az just raised his eyebrows and gave him a pointed look. âOh, Y/n. Pfft I donât-â he tried to do what Nesta did, pout his lips and shrug coolly. He didnât look cool. âI donât know. Where is she Nesta?â His voice suddenly carried a faux confusion as he turned to his mate, attempting to take attention off of himself.
Nesta glared, âI. Donât. Know,â she bit out through gritted teeth. Cass gulped, knowing no matter how this ended he was screwed. He just nodded, humming at her before turning to Az, offering up another lame shrug.
Az looked between the two for a second before glancing over at the other two fae. Their conversation had stopped to take in the scene, at the instant of Azrielâs eyes they quickly turned away and began speaking again.
Az just nodded, the picture of calm. Cassian gulped yet again, he knew he was the weakest link and that Azriel would press him specifically for information. Cassianâs fears were confirmed when the sick smile returned to Azâs face and a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. âCassian,â Azâs voice was low, slow, âWhere is she?â The calmness and gentleness of his words sent a shiver down Cassianâs spine.
âI donât know, truly,â he was folding. Nesta shook her head before placing it in the arms that were folded across the counter. âShe was begging and she wouldnât let up. Said she was super determined and no wasnât a viable answer so Rhys caved, sent her on a mission this morning.â
âGood gods,â slipped from Nestas lips. Hand braced on her shaking forehead as she looked into the distance, questioning the mother.
âWhat?â Azâs grip turned to iron and his brother cringed at the force. He looked between the four in the kitchen, everyone knew. Everyone knew and wanted to keep it from him, if he wasnât losing his mind he might feel bad.
Nothing else was said, there was nothing left to say, Azrielâs pace was rushed as he pushed through the balcony doors and into the sky.
âAzriel,â Rhys breathed. If the frustration wasnât clear in his voice, it showed in the way his hands slid down his face.
âRhys,â he pressed, âI know I just- she just needs more time.â Rhys shook his head at his brothers words, disagreeing. He knew if it were up to Az you would never leave the safety of Velaris. âHow would you feel if it was Feyre?â Azâs pushing earned him a growl.
âIf you remember, it was Feyre. I had to let her fight far before she was ready. Even so, Y/n is leagues ahead of Feyre.â Az shook his head now, desperately trying to find the words to convince his brother. âIf we keep her stagnant any longer the poor female will become destitute.â Azwas quickly becoming hysterical, you meant so much to him and putting you in the line of fire⊠Hot angry tears pooled on his bottom lash despite his best efforts to keep them at bay, continuing to shake his head as he began clenching his fist. He was fighting so desperately to take control of this situation but Rhys was hard headed and determined to try out his new toy.
âItâs not going to be easy, it will never be easy dealing with the possibility of your mate getting hurt. But if youâre just going to coddle her then whatâs the point of bringing her into this circle? She is smart, and strong, let her prove it.â
Az let out a chopped breath. It was his turn to bring his hands to his face, shamefully hiding the tears Rhys was already aware of. He didnât speak for a moment, pondering. When he brought her in he had to admit he didnât think of this. He saw it as an excuse to have her close, bring her into the family and keep her around. But after getting close to her, learning her, loving her, he didnât care anymore. He wanted to keep her hidden from the dark world he had come to know so well. He wished she was offered a different position even though her powers were an amazing defensive and offensive asset; he never wanted to use it.
He shook his head one more time, âI just need more time.â His pleading voice broke and Rhys softened at the sound. All heâs ever wanted for his brother was to feel that earth shattering love like the one he felt for Feyre. How could he tell him those fears were invalid? That they donât have basis? Theyâre wrong? He couldnât and when Az let out one more shaky, âPlease, brother,â he couldnât say no.
Azriel landed in front of the river house with a thud, no shadowy elegance and no preternatural silence. His heightened emotions pushed all of that out of the way to make room for his task; find Rhys, kill Rhys.
He stomped through the house, making his presence and his anger known. He didnât bother to knock on Rhysâ office door, just blowing it wide open. His high lord sat in his large leather chair while his high lady was perched on the edge of the desk, engaged in loving conversation.
The slamming doors caught their attention as Azriel stopped short of Rhysâ desk, growling his name.
âI figured youâd show up here soon enough, do you have your mission report?â Rhys was calm as he leaned back in his chair, observing Azriel and his pristine leathers and contorted face. Az wanted to stick his eyes and shake Rhys until his head fell off.
âYou know thatâs not why Iâm here,â his voice was low as he struggled to form a sentence and not a fist.
âOh?â Rhys feigned innocence and Azrielâs grip slipped, fists taking place at his side. âWhy are you here then brother?â
A low scoff made its way out, Azriel had to look away to collect the parts of him he could. He didnât want to play this stupid back and forth game, he wanted to find you. Blowing up on Rhys wouldnât do anything good for him so he bit out his next words, âMy mate. Where is she?â
âAh, yes.â Rhys just nodded as he continued to look Azriel up and down, sizing how far he could push him. Feyre on the side held a confused face as she tried to decipher the situation. Azrielâs mate? How would Rhys know where she is? A low growl reverberated through Az and his brother just clicked his tongue in response. âSheâs fine Az, please-â
Azriel cut him off, walking closer to brace his hands on the desk, âI told you she wasnât ready. She needed more time to-â
It was Azrielâs turn to get cut off as he held up a hand, âNo. You said you werenât ready. You said you needed time. I gave you time, that times up.â
Az growled again, hands gripping the desk with so much force the wood under his hands groaned. His eyes were wild and his face displayed so much fury Feyre thought he might jump over it and tear into Rhys. âAzâŠâ she said tentatively.
âDid you know?â He looked at her accusingly, not being able to hold his rage back from her. Her eyes widened and she brought a hand to her heart, her hair slid over her shoulder as she shook it back and forth.
âKnow what Az? You found your mate? Thatâs amazing, I-â Feyre tried to lighten the mood, choosing to focus on the good parts of the conversation.
Az rolled his eyes away from her and back to his brother. âYes, I did find her.â His eyes held his brothers in challenge, Rhys didnât back down but Az would either. âItâs a shame though, Rhys seems adamant on getting her killed.â He leaned in slightly, baring his teeth on the last word.
The thought of you out there, alone, in a potentially dangerous situation made his brain fog. His whole body twitched; desperate to tear apart the entirety of Pyrthian until he found you. Deep down he knew his feelings were irrational, Rhys wouldnât send you somewhere dangerous for your first mission, solo to boot. He knew that you were fierce in your fighting technique. He knew that the reservoir of powers you could access made you one of, if not the most, powerful fae in Pyrthian. He knew you didnât need him to protect or guard you and that you wanted this. Knowing all of those things doesnât make it any easier though.
âSheâs not- Az please,â Rhys pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes shut, trying to will away the headache his brother was giving him. âFeyre, baby, give us a moment.â
She just nodded, eyes still examining Az as if sheâd find her answer written on his face. She leaned into the kiss Rhys placed on her forehead before moseying out of the office. Rhys pushed himself away from the desk and to the large couch in his office. He grabbed two glasses and the decanter off the liquor cart before sitting down. Az watched silently as he poured two neat glasses of whiskey and sipped one while offering the other.
When Az didnât move he sat the other glass down and stared at it before saying, âSheâs in no danger brother. But you might want to have a drink before I tell you where she is.â
Azâs hands returned to fists and he just stared, zeroed in on Rhys like a deadly predator. Rhys rolled his eyes and gestured to the spot on the couch next time, insinuating he wouldnât speak until Az at least sat down. Begrudgingly he followed his brothers instructions though sitting down didnât display any comfort as he was still rigid.
Rhys just watched his brother, looking at him as if the right way to inform him of his mateâs whereabouts would be written on his skin somewhere. The stare only unnerved Az, his skin started to prickle at the attention he was receiving and his vague patience was slipping.
He took a deep breath before grabbing the drink, downing it in one go. It didnât help his nerves but he let out a sigh anyway before turning back, âWhere is she?â His voice was calmer now, the anger was replaced with desperation, exhaustion.
Rhys let out a sigh too, leaning back he stared for a moment longer. âSheâs in the day court, where she will remain for the next month and a half.â Azâs eyes widened and with furrowed eyebrows he insisted Rhys go on, âAfter that she will spend a month and a half in dawn, then winter, summer, and possibly autumn. Iâve spoken with Eris but Iâm not entirely sure if weâll be able to slip her in past Beron.â
Az shook his head, trying to grasp the information being given to him. âWait you sent her through the courts? For the next 8 months? Why?â
âMore training,â he leveled a look at Az whose face still displayed confusion. âApparently what weâre doing here isnât enough, so she will train with our closest allies. Learn all new powers along the way and techniques even we donât have. By the time she comes back, even you will think sheâs ready.â
Azriel shot up, hands coming to slide down his face has he passed around the low table. You were gone? For potentially 7.5 months? This was wrong, so so wrong. You should be here, by his side where he can see to it that you get the training you need. The thought of someone else, potentially another male, training you⊠his skin felt hot to the touch.
âRhys! I donât- what do you mean?â He stopped pacing in front of his brother, he wanted to scream, tear him a new one but he felt too manic to focus on that now. âSo sheâs just gone? For months?! I donât- how could you do this!â
Rhys poured Az another glass as he spoke, âWhat was I supposed to do Az? You were safe guarding her to the point it was damn near suffocating. She just wanted to do something, to feel like her time was productive-â
âIt was productive!â Az cut in, âShe was with me! I was training her! Sending her away like that- what if someone finds about her powers? Do you know what other courts would do to get their hands on her?!â
âYes Az,â Rhys spoke in a tried tone, being able to tell this conversation wasnât going to cool down anytime soon. âShe knows, sheâs safe guarding her powers. She wonât use them in training, just learning other courts techniques and studying their powers to bring back here and implement.â
Az scoffed and shook his head, resuming his pacing. He wasnât convinced, there was worry and anger, and longing taking up all the space for rationality. âShe just wanted to get out there, you know sheâs never left Velaris?â
Azâs eyes flew to Rhysâ at the question. âOf course I know,â he bit out. He knew everything about you, everything you were willing to offer him. Late nights spent in your room- at a respectful distance- gave way to room for life stories. You indulged in your early life, family, friends, love history, hobbies, likes and dislikes. He kept it all stored away in meticulous detail, committing everything youâve ever said to him in perfect memory. You vulnerability inspired him, encouraged him to do the same and bare his soul to you. He told you everything, except for one, or maybe two things. He was safe guarding the bond, not wanting it to influence your decision. He wanted you to choose him because you wanted to choose him, not because you thought you had too.
Rhys hummed, nodding. âWell, she wasnât going to stop until I gave her something. Sheâs safe and sheâs happy and sheâll be back in no time.â
Azriel rolled his eyes at his brothers hypocrisy, he would be beside himself if Feyre left for that long. He moved toward the door with determination, he was going to find you. He needed to tell you that he was sorry, you didnât have to run or sneak behind his back. He would tell you what he knew was true and promise not to hold you back anymore. âNo you wonât,â Rhys cleaved through his thoughts. âOne visitation permit was issued from the courts, Im sure they wouldnât appreciate my spy sleuthing around. Not to mention how sheâd feel about it.â
Az growled at that, cutting his brother a loathsome glare before slamming the doors once again behind him. Rhys just sighed, leaning back and polishing off the drink Az didnât finish.
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No time, that was bullshit. The months passed like years and Azriel swears he couldâve lived multiple lives in the time you were gone. He wasnât himself, out of step, out of sync. It was kinda crazy, he lived so long without you and after just a few hours of knowing you were gone he reverted to a shell of himself.
Some days he barely tried to train, moving through the sessions like a phantom. Other days he laid his hurt bare, taking it out on Cassian until his brother had to tell him âno more.â
Work wasnât able to distract him, he had been on one mission since your departure. Rhys refused to let him go, claiming he was too frazzled to focused. Despite knowing its truth Az tried to disagree, he ended up losing train of thought half way through the conversation, proving Rhysâ point.
You had sent letters, 3 came at least twice a month. One to Rhys, giving updates on where she was and how training was going. One to Nesta, the two had grown close in her time training with the inner circle. One to Azriel, it was similar to Rhysâ, she was giving life updates and telling him wonderful stories. Azriel wanted to answer, truly, but the longer he thought the more he realized he had nothing to say. You were having so much fun, meeting wonderful people, exploring new powers, and seeing Pyrthian like you always wanted. He was ashamed by the fact that if it was up to him, you wouldnât have gone. He sat down to write how sorry he was, how excited for you he was, how he wished he could see it all with you but his letters only made it as far as the fire. He was convinced you were angry with him, thatâs why you left while he was gone. He read and reread every letter so much they were a crumpled mess in his hands, some terrible part of him convinced him they were pity letters. His fears were âconfirmedâ when his letters stopped halfway through the third month.
He was a bit surprised when around the middle of the fourth month he felt talons tapping on his mental shield, far more polite that Rhys has ever been. He opened his shield just enough to let you in, not far enough for anything other than communication.
Hi Azriel, your voice rang through him like a church bell. He shivered at the pleasant invasion, unwittingly letting the rest of his walls down from you. His subconscious wanted you everywhere, invading every part of him, committing all of him to memory.
Hello, Y/n. He hated how timid his voice sounded. But he couldnât help it, talking to you made him nervous, especially after ghosting your letters.
He heard you sigh into his mind and he couldnât help himself but duplicate the sound. Hearing your voice, feeling your essence, provided much needed relief.
Iâve missed you, he spoke in his mind. The words came out as a soft whisper, tentative and unsure.
Yea? I could tell by the way you ignored all my letters. He cringed at your words, your tone was joking but he didnât miss the thinly veiled frustration. He was silent; not sure how to respond or if he even could. His remorse flooded his head and you surely caught on, based on the way you quickly spoke again. Iâm sorry, shouldnât have-
No, he cut you off. Youâre right, I shouldâve responded. I just wasnât- I didnât know what to say. I was- I still am ashamed.
It was your turn to be silent. If he stilled his mind he swears he could feel you nodding. Your questioning voice came through, You think I shouldnât have gone?
I thought that. But Iâve read your letters, the ones to me and the ones Rhys gave me access too. Your progress is⊠you couldnât have achieved what you are now if I kept you hidden.
You were silent, Azriel could feel the contemplation. After a couple beats you spoke again. Iâm sorry.
Donât apologize, ever.
You waited before speaking again, But I am sorry. It felt wrong leaving the way I did, like I was sneaking behind your back. I didnât even get to tell you goodbye.
Azriel chuckled lightly out loud. Itâs a good thing though, I probably wouldnât have let you go.
Oh yeah? You laugh. What would you have done? Restrain me? Your voice held a playful edge that excited something in Azriel. The lower end of his stomach began to twist and he had to control himself with you still in his mind.
It was his shadows that spoke next, let her see. Their encouragement drew back the curtain of self control and he opened his mind deeper for you. He let you into the fantasies of restraining you with his shadows. Covering your vision with wisps of darkness, blurring your senses to ensure touch was heightened.
He showed you how he would be slow, take his time with you. How he would push your body to absolute extremities, take you to your peak over and over before cradling your exhausted body. You were silent as you witnessed his eagerness, his willingness to give you all the pleasure your body could handle. He heard you let loose a breath, If I knew thatâs what youâd do to me I wouldâve left a lot sooner.
A dry chuckle left Azâs lips, Then perhaps your punishment should be to withhold such treatment. His smirk was evident in his voice, and you gasped out a laugh at the mention of what had become an inside joke.
Youâre a tease! You shrieked down the mental bond and Azriel laughed freely.
Az stayed connected with you late into the night, speaking of pretty much anything under the sun, or in this case the moon. He talked until your voice slowed down and became soft hums of acknowledgment. Eventually your presence in his mind was peaceful, calm; the proof of your sleep
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3 weeks.
10 days.
4 hours.
15 minutes.
The time that had dragged its feet through sand was now moving at a lively pace. It was by no means quick, you had still taken your time coming back. But with daily mental communication, daily mental flirtation, having only minutes between the two of you Azriel felt his skin buzz. His wings moved on their own, display his anticipation for the world.
Az had woken up early⊠earlier than usual. The sun was teasing the horizon, threatening to spill its light across the mostly sleeping city. Azriel couldnât help the coy smile as he greeted the morning happily. Little tasks had kept his body busy as his brain counted down the minutes of your arrival. Shower, train, shower again, morning flight, cleaning, bureaucratic busy work, trip to the shops, following Cassian around for a couple hours. Azriel couldnât sit down, if he did his leg would bounce and he would be up again in seconds.
But here he was, smoothing the already smooth leathers as he waited âcasuallyâ in the greeting room of the river house. He had cleaned up your room in the HoW when you left but he took to dusting it, changing your sheets, and adding fresh and fragrant flowers to liven up the space.
5 minutes, his shadows whispered as they danced around his ears. They reflected their masters eagerness, also unable to sit still and be patient.
You hadnât connected with him today, most likely too busy getting your affairs in order. Azriel didnât mind though, it added to his anticipation. For the first time in what could be ever he felt like a kid, bouncing around the room with an insatiable excitement brewing below.
Azriel rubbed his rough hands together and made eye contact with his shoes, a heavy breath left his lips and suddenly it felt stagnant. Everything stopped.
Seconds turned to hours as his head turned upwards. For a moment everything stoped, the world was lost to Azriel as he finally saw you. The sounds of the room became slow and muffled and the only sound was a soft song. A light airy melody, a beautiful blend of bells and chimes. A sweet sound made only by your presence.
The air finally left his mouth and the world returned to normal, time picked up and everything was moving again. The shadows that carried you in dissipated and the ground shook with the bellows of his family.
Cassian was first to reach you, spinning you around like a doll. He barely has time to put you down before Nesta latched on and mumbled something only you could hear. Feyre greeted you with a smile and open arms, Rhys extended a hand that you took firmly. Elaine and Amren gave welcome to your presence and suddenly it was Arzielâs turn. Even his shadows beat him to you, circling every inch- noting every tiny change within you, all the things that didnât show though your voice in his mind every night. The lines created from muscle, the natural lightness added to your hair that only comes from saltwater and direct sunlight, the clear and unmistakable scent of raw power. Every little thing was reported back to him, the way each minuscule movement of yours was silent, the advanced lightness of each step that brought you closer, the disciplined posture you now carried. Then there was the perceptive glint in your eye, one that seemed to bore into his skin, one that traced every cell and tendon in his biology; tracking his synapses and learning his bones. One that tore apart his soul and memorized it.
âAzriel,â Your greeting was clean and simple; and it almost brought him to his knees. He steadied himself with a breath and clenched the fists that wanted to reach for you. Not yet. Not here.
âWelcome home Y/n,â all the courage that made a warrior was used as he held your eyes. You were still you, still the same female he devoted each waking thought to. But you now held an edge, a deadly aura that put even him off. âI canât wait to see what youâve learned.â
You smiled, all of your venom hidden behind perfect, pearly structures. âI canât wait to show you.â
Your long awaited return was celebrated with dinner, drinks, and the promise of putting your skills to the test at first light. You celebrated and mingled, held your drink dutifully but didnât take a single sip. Your months of watching your own back and the crippling paranoia that you would be made kept you from inebriation. Not to mention you wanted to be at your best when you displayed yourself. You casually turned in early, leaving the festivities to the ones who actually indulged. You took to setting your room up in a way only self preservation would justify. Weapons were hidden all around your space, a habit from being in enemy territory with no back up. You had to be ready for anything at any time, being caught off guard would be the difference between life and death. Once you felt confident in your new arrangements you climbed into bed, channeling Azrielâs shadows to watch you in your sleep.
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I awoke before the sun, prepping myself in fighting leathers and a clean hairstyle. My go bag was packed and placed at the foot of the bed where it could be grabbed on the way out. It was full of all the weapons I had grown accustomed to using. Most of it was basic, knives, sabers, and folding spears. There were also more elaborate weapons unique to the courts I spent time in; light directors, specific for centralizing the power of light from the day court. Loch detonators, a device that turns powered water into intense explosives. The collection was impressive but most of it would prove to be useless today, I planned on taking the boys in hand-to-hand combat.
I pushed open the window of my room before climbing out. Scaling the monstrous house, I jumped and grabbed all the edges that would lead me to the roof. The roof was hipped into a long line, on that I ascend and landed at the apex. One foot balanced on the line while the other crossed over my bent knee. My hands stretched out on either side, keeping my center of gravity directly over the line.
The cold dusk air heightened every sense as I let loose. Thoughts escaped as my perfectly poised body found peace, my steady breath the only tether to the earth. With my mind clear and body at ease I was able to connect with every part of myself, honing every part of me for battle. After an hour of meditation I stood up and began to move. To any onlooker it would look like Iâm dancing on the roof not partaking in an ancient practice of energetic redirection. I came across the art of Tai Chi in my time spent in the summer court, a friend I had made took me to her village on the southern edge and though it is a closed practice one of the elders agreed to teach the basics. I had also managed to find some scrolls on the subject in Helionâs vast library and continued my training. Now it was part of my daily exercise; balance my mind, body, and energy.
Nearly two hours and passed before I left the roof, opting to winnow in and grab my bag before making my way to the training ring. Cassian and Az were there, preparing for the day with calisthenics.
âGood morning angel,â Cassian greeted with the trademark smile that comes before saying something stupid. âDone dancing on the roof?â
I looked to your feet as a smile creeped onto my face, âYea, ready to dance with you now.â
âOhh, weâll see about that,â Cassianâs face was smug but I kept smiling nonetheless. It made sense, he had no reason not to be. Heâs perfectly unaware of what Iâve learned and what Iâve taught myself. Azriel on the other had looked calculating, like he was trying to note all the ways Iâve changed. His gaze was piercing, like he could figure out all Iâve learned just by looking at me. He knows all of my experiences, everywhere I was at any given time but my training was not something we had discussed in detail.
âWhat about you Azriel?â I tilted your head as I looked him up and down. Blatant and greedy, not even trying to hide my hunger. He had opted to train shirtless this morning, something whispered that it was a subtly attempt to distract me. âYou ready to dance with me?â
Azriel smirked, stalking closer as he continued to tape his knuckles. âHmph,â he matched my actions, eyes taking over the way your lean body contorted under my leathers. âI was born ready for you.â
I felt my body rise a hundred degrees and his words and gaze, I wanted to jump on him the same way I did in our shared visions. But I kept my composure, he was trying to rile me up. âI sure hope you mean that.â one finger made its way to his arm, tracing the tattoos there until it met the glove on his hand. I grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, kissing his knuckles in a light teasing fashion. His nostrils flared as I looked up at him through l lashes. âBecause Id want nothing more than a go at you.â
He opened his mouth but was cut off by his brother, âGood morning! I hope youâre all ready because I know I am.â Rhys strolled over with Feyre, Amren, and Mor in tow. He rubbed his hands together in a gesture that showed excitement before shoving them in his pockets.
âI hope youâre ready for a show,â Cass spoke as he stretched one last time, âY/n plans to dance.â I just smiled in response, Rhys raised a brow and his eyes shone. He was the one receiving daily briefings. I had connected with him and let him see some of my work through my eyes. Some. The rest I kept safeguarded, waiting until this moment to show them off. Since I were essentially stealing the powers I was exposed to I didnât have anyone to train me in their use, normally that would put me at a disadvantage but Rhys changed my outlook on that. Since I hadnât been taught how to use them I was never put in a box, never limited to what everyone else thought was possible. I could experiment with the powers I encountered, come up with my own ways to use them, and create different techniques than those normally seen. The magic belonged to others but when I used them, the powers were wholly mine.
âOkay Y/n, who do you want to dance with first? Cassian or Azriel?â Rhys asked, the knowingly look on his face was obvious. He knew what I would say, and I wasnât in the mood to disappoint.
âAww, I canât have both?â I pouted lightly, turning from Rhys to the other parts of the trio, âIâve always wanted to take on brothers.â The tease in my voice lit a double meaning behind the words. Cass snorted and Az just ducked his head and shook it side to side, even so I could still see the small smile on his lips.
âWell what are we waiting for?â Cass said clasping his hands, âIâm in the wish granting business sweetheart.â I just nodded simply as I pursed my lips, looking them up and down once more before grabbing my bag and heading to the far end of the ring. As I was wrapping my own knuckles Nesta came over with a water bottle meant for me.
âThanks honey,â I smiled as I took the water. âPromise you wonât hate me if I bang your mate up a bit?â
Nesta laughed, âHate you? Baby Iâll thank you. That male needs humbled.â We both chuckled at that statement as I finished with my hands. âWhat weapon are you going to use?â Nesta asked as I shuffled around my bag. I hummed before pulling out a small fan and sheath to keep it in. The fan looked like any other handheld fan except instead of fabric it was made of metal that werenât fixed, meaning they could move if struck. âThis,â I smiled, strapping the fan to the outside of my thigh.
âJust that?â Nesta questioned, I nodded in response. Honestly it was a lie, I had no plans to use the fan, at least not as a weapon. I pulled it for show, it would be decoy used to distract and throw off the boys. The fan wasnât wholly useless though, I picked up different ways to turn it into a weapon when wielded skillfully. It would be too cocky to walk in there with absolutely nothing and as much as I wanted to, I knew Cass wouldnât recover from the ego hit he would take if I acted like I knew I could beat him with my bare hands; even if that was the plan. She tilted her head before humming as well, âWhat exactly did you learn out there?â
I just smiled, âI can show you better than I can tell you.â I winking before turning away from her, facing the ring to show that I was ready. I heard a whoop sound come from my friend as she made her way over to join the rest of the peanut gallery.
Cassian had chosen twin broad swords, something that would look comical in the hands of a human looked normal with the giant fae. Az had nothing in his hands but there were multiple daggers lining his pants, still no shirt. I would make sure he regretted that.
âAlright,â Rhys said bringing attention to himself âno need for idle chatter or pointless speeches, begin!â
And with that I stepped completely into the ring, focus trained on the warriors in front of me as the rest of the world disappeared. I couldnât stop the dangerous smirk that snuck onto my lips, âLetâs dance.â
A/n: donât hate me!!! Iâm so sorry it took me so long to update. I was waking up at 12 then working from 3-11 and crashing when I got home. I work on a crisis unit so that shit is madddd draining, emotionally and physically. I felt like I had nothing left to put into my writing :/ but I finally switched to 3rd shift and for nearly my entire shift I donât have to do anything but be there so I can write at work and I have more of my day open to relax and recharge. Iâm sorry I had to split this into 3 parts but this just got so long and if I wouldâve kept writing it wouldâve straight up been a book. But I promise part 3 will not take as long to come out. Maybe not this weekend but soon! Anyways if you made it this far I LOVE YOU, thank you so much for giving me and my stories your time :)
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In Your Dreams âïžđâïž
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In Your Dreams: II âïžđâïž
Azriel x Reader
A/n: Heyyđ sorry for the long delay. Lowkey, I donât like using Y/n but since itâs more Azrielâs POV we just have to put up with it. God gives his strongest battles to his strongest warriorsđâđœ
Summary: Az isnât very fond of the newest member of the Night Court so much so that you even plague his dreams.
Warnings: Smut. MDNI.
Part I
Azriel could help but let his mind wander to that dream. To the way you looked at his mercy and how his name sounded coming from your lips. Those lush rosy lips.
THUMP
Azriel hits the ground forcefully, his sword flying out of sight.
Cassian rolls his eyes and extends a hand to his brother. âWhat the hells is it? Youâre distracted this morning.â
Azriel takes his hand, standing to his feet. âNothing.â
Cassian tugs Azrielâs hand and gives him a knowing look. âIs it the stuff with Elain?â
Azrielâs brow pinches in confusion for just a second before he answers. âNo. There is no âstuffâ with Elain.â
As Rhysand had made it very clear to him.
For a moment heâd forgotten of the incident he shared with the Archeron sister. Of course, he has thought of her many times since but she is not what plagued his thoughts this morning.
It was you, quite the opposite, in fact.
While Elain is the picture of innocent loveliness and blooming roses, you are the essence of grim allure. The thorns of those roses.
Shit, he even forgot that he promised to take Elain to her favorite bakery as soon as he returned from his mission. Heâd been so focused on not focusing on you that he hadnât even tried to find her at all yesterday.
Another thing he adds to the mental list of reasons not to like you.
âThen what is it?â Cassian asks, readying his blade for more action while Azriel picks up his own.
Though his distaste for you is apparent, he hasnât spoken of you to anyone but Rhysand. The only reason he ever does is to get him to do something about you. What that something is, heâs not too sure but anything works at this point.
âI have to takeâŠY/N with me on a mission tomorrow.â Your name feels so foreign on his tongue, chilling, as if speaking it would summon you.
Cassian shrugs, gesturing for Azriel to strike him first in their new round of training and he does. The two begin to spar once more.
âWhat of it?â Cassian asks dodging Azrielâs attacks.
âOnly that I cannot stand the sight or smell or idea of her.â Az grunts.
âYeah, I kind of got that.â Cass chuckles between blows. âRemind me why? is it because she out sneaked you?â
âShe did not out sneak me!â Azriel growls. âSomething is just off about her.â
âLike?â
âLike how bleak and foreboding she is.â
Cassian laughs, âI canât argue with that. Sheâs definitely intimidating at first.â
âAt first?â
âWell once I got to know her, I discovered thatâs sheâs actually pretty interesting.â Cassian swings his sword.
âGot to know her?â Cassians attack misses.
âYeah. Shes kind of like you in that sense.â
Az staggers back, not from Cassianâs attacks but from utter shock. The accusation of being anything like you. âWhat do you mean by that? Iâm not like her at all.â
âJust that some people arenât as scary as they look.â Cassian doesnât bother to strike Azriel in his baffled state.
Azriel really didnât know what to make of it all, couldnât picture you smiling and chatting away with Cassian. Youâre all but a stonewall whenever heâs seen you. But Cassian wouldnât just lie for the fun of it. UnlessâŠ
âDid Rhysand tell you to say that?â Azriel runs his hands through his hair, wiping the sweat that drips from his curled tips.
He doesnât wait for an answer before returning his training sword to its proper area, Cassian in suit.
âWhy would he?â
âWell he seems quite adamant on me getting along with her.â
âMaybe you should. Sheâs-â
âI get it Cass. Shes your new best friend but that certainly does not mean she has to be mine.â Azriel rolls his eyes. âNow if youâll excuse me, I have a promise to keep.â
.âïžđâïž.
Thankfully, Elain wasnât upset with Azrielâs forgetfulness, allowing him to escort her to her favorite bakery and even stopping by a jewelry shop for some new earrings.
âWhat do you think of these?â Elain asks pointing to a pair of small pearls.
Azriel leans forward, inspecting the timeless jewelry. âTheyâre very nice.â
Elain nods at the shop owner who adds them to the small pile of jewels sheâs picked. âMaybe one more pair?â Elain sheepishly smiles.
Azriel nods. âTake your time.â
âHow about you pick them?â Elain suggests. âTheyâre all so beautiful, I canât choose.â
The idea makes Azriel smile at the middle Archeron sister. That she might like to wear something he chose for her.
Azriel scratched his chin examining the rows of elegant and extravagant jewelry. Gold, silver, diamonds, all kinds of jewelry that he knows she would appreciate but there is one piece that calls to him.
A unique piece for sure, nothing like heâd ever seen before. A silver pair of earrings with a stone so black itâs like looking into a void and the tiniest diamonds scattered across it like stars.
However, Elain is not who came to mind upon seeing them. Itâs you.
The earrings would go flawlessly with your usual pure black attire but itâs the way they make him feel like heâs looking right at you.
His chest tightens. Daunting yet fascinating.
He hates himself for letting you distract him from Elain again. You, who could not be anymore different, should be far from his thoughts right now.
You steal his siphon, his thoughts, his dreams and he detests it. He just wants to return to the life he had before he knew of your existence.
âYou seem to like those.â Elainâs tranquil voice brings Azriel out of his thoughts. âIâll take them.â
The shop owner reaches for the unnerving jewels but Azriel stops him. âNo, not those. The ones next to it.â
Azriel hadnât even taken notice in the plain, diamond studs beside them and mentally cursed you for keeping him from finding a beautiful pair for Elain.
Elain nods and the owner rings her up.
The walk back to the house is silent. Azrielâs thoughts consisting of half trying not to replay his dream of you grinding on his cock and half wondering where the tension between he and Elain is coming from.
Did she know he was thinking of you when he saw the earrings? Was she upset that heâd chosen something so boring for her?
Whatever the reason, itâs your fault for being a parasite in his brain.
âYou seem distracted lately.â Elain breaks the silence between them.
Distracted. The same thing Cassian had said this morning and what he is trying so hard not to let you do to him.
âItâs nothing. Just thinking about my assignment tomorrow.â It wasnât a lie. You are the most troubling part of his work now too.
âRight, youâre going to the Hewn City with Y/n.â
Azrielâs eyes almost leave his skull at Elainâs comment. You are not a topic he EVER needs to speak of with Elain.
Elain giggles, âShe told me about it.â
âYouâŠtalk to her?â Azriel asks incredulously. Itâs one thing to hear that Cassian has spoken to her but Elain? Sweet, sunshine Elain?
Elain nods, âWhy wouldnât I?â
Azriel shakes his head. It felt like worlds colliding. Worldâs he didnât want to mix at all.
It was foolish of him to believe Elain wouldnât talk to you though. Despite her months of casting everyone out, Elain is kind hearted.
Even before the cauldron, when she was afraid of him, she still did her best to be polite.
âI just assumed she didnât speak to anyone.â
Again, Elain laughs. âShe gets along quite well with everyone.â
Another piece of shocking information. âEveryone?â
Elain nods. âI wonât lie, sheâs a bit scary when sheâs quiet, but one day she asked to join me while baking and I got to know her a bit.â
You approached her? Azriel didnât think he could be anymore shocked but there he was his jaw practically on the floor.
That isnât at all like what he imagined you to be like. With your cold and strange disposition, he couldnât even imagine you and Elain in the same room, let alone baking together.
Now, Azriel by no means believes Elain to be a liar but the thought of you actually getting along with his family is soâŠbizarre. He needs to know for himself to believe it. So he set forth on his own personal mission.
.âïžđâïž.
Upon his departure from Elain at the House, Azriel begins the search for his first witness, Mor.
He beelines for her room, knocking on her door a bit too urgently.
Sheâll tell me him the truth.
Mor opens her door, brow pinched in slight annoyance. âWant to knock a bit louder?â
âHave you spoken to Y/n?â Azriel wastes no time on formalities or her mood.
âAbout?â Mor shrugs.
âAnything. Anything at all.â Azriel sighs, growing impatient. He needs answers now, before heâs stuck with you for Gods know how long tomorrow.
âUhâŠyes?â Morâs irritation turning into confusion.
âAnd?â
She shakes her head, her confusion only furthering. âAnd what? I donât know what youâre asking me, Az.â
âWhat do you think of her? What did you talk about?â Azriel runs a hand through his hair trying to calm his edge as he realizes how frantic he is coming off.
Mor taps her finger against her chin. âSheâs great! We talk about clothes, we talk about clubs, we talk about boys.â Mor wiggles her eyebrows.
Boys? He didnât care about that. He wants to know what she knows about you.
Yet he couldnât help himself.
âWhat âboysâ?â Azriel glances down the hallway, as if youâd appear there, staring him down as you always do. âAnyone I should be concerned about?â
Mor chuckles and rolls her eyes. âNone. Unless youâre concerned with who she may share a bed with.â
Something like nausea twist in his gut. He did not need to know that. He will absolutely never need to know that.
âI am most definitely not. I mean, is there anything suspicious about her? Anything I should know?â Azriel shakes the thought from his head.
âNope. She seems alright to me. Anymore questions that you can find out for yourself?â
Azriel resists the urge to learn every detail she knows and shakes his head, bidding her a good evening and setting off to search for the next subject to his questions. If thereâs anyone that will tell him what he wants to hear, itâs Nesta.
.âïžđâïž.
Azriel finds Nesta lounging in the den, a book (that she obviously is very concentrated on) in hand.
Nesta isnât fond of being interrupted while reading but this is important and time sensitive. He needs to know who it is heâs going to be stuck with.
Azriel clears his throat, stepping into the den. Nesta continues to read.
He clears his throat again, a bit louder this time.
âIâm busy.â Her eyes remain in the book.
âWhat do you think of Y/n.â Azriel decides itâs might be worse to try and ease her into conversation.
To his surprise, she actually looks up. A smirk stretches across her lips as she puts her book down and crosses her arms. âWhy the sudden interest? I didnât think you liked the poor girl.â
Poor girl? Nesta thinks youâre the victim here? Heâs the one you stole from.
âThat doesnât matter. Do you like her or do you not?â Azriel asks, doubt begins to fill the hope he held out for anyone else to feel what he feels.
Nesta waves him off. âIf youâre not going to tell me, then Iâm not going to have answers.â
Azrielâs patience is worn thin at this point. He has a feeling he knows her answer. He just wants to rip the band aid off.
âMy only interest is making sure she isnât going to stab me in my sleep when I take her with me on my assignment tomorrow.â His hands rest on his hips, awaiting Nestaâs response.
Nesta scoffs. âI doubt that. Though it seems you might be the one doing the stabbing. You look like youâre going insane.â
âI feel like I am.â Azriel slumps onto the sofa across from Nesta and burries his face into his palms.
He doesnât know what to think and he has yet to see any of this âgreatâ personality as Mor had described you. Anytime he has been around you, youâve always been tucked away in a corner, languishing in your own mysterious presence.
âStop being so stubborn and talk to her. Maybe then you wonât run away like a scared child when you see her.â Nesta pokes fun at him but he couldnât deny that he mostly feels the need to flee when you are around.
Speaking to you does not sound appealing, not only because you seem as interesting as watching paint dry, but mostly because of how you make him feel.
Being face to face with you always results in his every nerve being on fire and a gripping ache in his abdomen that wonât go away. Heâs on high alert, anxious that youâll break from your spine chilling stillness and put your cunning skills to use.
You are a source of stress that he does not know how to relieve. Even after learning that youâve earned his familyâs affection, he canât settle the unease that you stir in him.
But heâs afraid everyone is right. Maybe itâs best for him to grow a pair and face the discomfort to try and alleviate some it at least.
.âïžđâïž.
Azriel hesitantly searches for you throughout the rest of the evening and night, occasionally gathering the courage to peak into a room to see if you are there.
He has faced beasts and armies and kings yet facing you is what terrifies him?
The walk to the library felt long in the dead silent house. Not even Cassianâs snores can be heard from here and it only makes Azriel more nervous.
Since he could not find you anywhere else, the library seems to be where you hide at night.
He silently creeps into the library. The illumination of moonlight from the back of the room proves him right as he slips past the row of bookcases until he reaches the now open balcony.
There you were lying on the bench, eyes closed, hands tucked tightly to your chest.
Now heâs sure you are insane. Sleeping on a hard bench in the cold night.
Azriel stalks towards you, unsure if he should wake you or let you freeze the death. Maybe thatâll solve this whole thing.
But once again he just canât walk away.
Your skin seems to glow in the moonlight and each strand of your hair glitters in the gentle night breeze. Peace replaces your usual stone features.
Heat pulses through his veins and his every nerve begins to vibrate with alarm just as he knew they would. Except there was something more.
Itâs not only that he canât leave but its as if once he gets close enough to smell you, to notice the details of your being and to be able to reach out and touch you, he is lost to an unseen enchantment that only draws him closer.
Azriel looks down over your sleeping form. His eyes roam over your nightgown clad figure. The hem, riding dangerously up your thigh, would do absolutely nothing to cover your center if you move half an inch.
Visions of his degenerate dream flit through his mind, the lewd things he did to you. The sound of your breathless moans and the feeling of your tight pussy contracting around his fingers as you came.
Unwelcomed desire pinches deep in his stomach. Despite his best attempt to push down the carnal feeling, all is for not when his eyes lock onto your lips.
Pink and plump and parted in your slumber, he cannot look away, canât stop the vulgar thoughts flooding his mind. Hypnotized, his fingers twitch with the need to touch, to feel, to know.
Cauldron, he needs to know.
âDo you enjoy watching people sleep?â
Azriel jumps back as his heartbeat sky rockets. What the hells is wrong with you!?
You look up at him through your lashes. âWell?â
What is he even supposed to say? There is no way to make staring at someone while they sleep sound normal.
Azriel swallows, âI was making sure you werenât up to anything.â Turning the tables of accusations is one way.
Your brow quirks up. âOh? And what exactly do you think Iâd be up to?â
Azriel shakes his head as if it should be obvious. âStealing.â
âStealing? With my eyes closed?â You scratch your chin. âThough I probably could from you.â
Lightning strikes his pride. âYou could not. Even the worst of the worst get lucky from time to time.â
The corner of your tempting lips curl into a smirk and a chuckle escapes them. You laughed. He made you laugh. Not at all intentional but still the sound weaves its way into the deepest corner of his mind, engraving its melody for what he knows will be eternity.
He wants to hear it again.
âOkay. So what would I be stealing?â You sit up. Azriel doesnât miss the way your soft thighs glide against each other as you cross your legs.
âWhatever you can get your little hands on.â Azriel sneers, already regretting letting everyone influence him to speak with you.
âHm. Well, I can get these âlittle handsâ wrapped around just about anything. Sounds like youâve got trouble then.â The smirk on your lips turns devious, like a cat toying with a mouse.
Your choice of words incite that thrill in him again. The same one when he retrieved his siphon. The same one he felt fucking you with his fingers in his dream.
âSay I was stealing, what would you do to me?â You blink once, twice.
Azriel couldnât ignore the thrum of his heart. Just as you had in his dream, you feign innocence. Chin tilted down as you watch him behind long fluttering lashes. âIâdâŠâ
You did not want to know what heâd do to you. What he had done to you.
For stealing heâd send you somewhere as dark and cold as you. For your arrogant attitude, it would involve three fingers in your soaking cunt and your ass grinding on his throbbing cock.
âRhysand would lock you away.â Azriel keeps himself out of the scenario completely. Heâll be damned if he shows you just how much your provocative choice of words affect him.
âHe already didnât do that.â You pout. His frown must be more apparent than he thought it to be because your vacant eyes fill with a devilish amusement.
Itâs blow after blow at his dignity as a spy master. Azrielâs ego was never high to begin with but your words get under his skin. âYeah, instead he decided to give a very important job to a less than impressive thief.â
You chuckle again.
Azriel scoffs. Why are you laughing at his jabs at you? Why arenât you as annoyed and desperate to end this conversation as he is?
âI beg to differ. I did impress the High Lord.â You lean forward just an inch. An inch that seems like a mile to Azriel. âAnd I think I impressed you too.â
âImpressed by a common thief from the slums of the Hewn City?â Azriel wanted to hit where it hurt, to knock you off your high horse.
âWhere Iâm from youâre either a thief or a whore.â You shrug, brushing your hair over your shoulder. âI chose thief.â
The persistent ache deepens within him as he recalls the noises you made in his dream. The way you begged to feel his fingers and make a mess of you. The way he had made you his whore.
âMaybe you would have been better at the latter.â Azriel steadies his breaths, unsure if he truly meant offense. He wanted to mean it that way but his crude memories begin to blur that line between hate and desire.
You stand from the bench, eyes never leaving his with their crushing weight. âYou think Iâd make a good whore?â
You take a step towards him only this time he did not step back. You tilt your chin up, a knowing look dances across your expression.
âMore than a thief.â
âWhy?â You ask.
Why not? Is what he wanted to say. How could you not when you made such tempting noises and felt so fucking good against him.
Upon his lack of response, your sultry smirk returns. âIs it my body? My face?â
Both. Your figure is one thing but your face is a whole other. Your darkened eyes stare into his soul, cheeks tinted pink from the pinch of the cold air and your pretty lips just waiting to be kissed.
Gods, youâre incredibly beautiful. Every time he sees you, he notices something new. More and more beautiful each time.
Azriel canât help but stare, unable to say the words he wished to say. All he could focus on is how badly he wants your hand on his chest. For it to travel lower and lower until he stops you. For his all consuming dream to become a reality.
âTell me what would make me a good whore.â You challenge.
He couldnât think. With you standing so close he can feel the warmth of your skin through his leathers. He could touch you, the real you, only inches apart.
He could know how soft your kiss is in a split second.
His eyes flit to your lips then back to your magnetic eyes.
Suddenly you burst into laughter. Full blown laughter as you clutch your chest from the hysterics.
Azriel steps back in surprise.
âDonât tell me you want a kiss, spy master?â Your lips curled back in a full grin, perfect teeth gleaming back at him.
A mix of humiliation and awe swirl through his every sense. Cruel splendor you are.
You chuckle once more and wink at him as you make your way out. âIn your dreams.â
If only you knew. He doesnât know if heâs furious or turned on but either way, heâll make sure you pay for it tomorrow.
.âïžđâïž.
Azriel plops down onto his bed, running his hands over his face, a deep sigh following.
What was he to do about you? That conversation went far worse than he anticipated. Instead of finding some kind of relief to his assumptions, he found that he wants to fuck you senseless. The attitude mixed with that silver tongue of yours is a lethal combination, cracking down on his hard exterior.
He only hopes youâll stay silent so he can focus on the assignment instead of your lips.
His pants tighten at the thought of them. How your lips would look so good around him.
Azriel couldnât help but squirm, the friction of his pants against his cock making him even harder inside them.
His hands donât leave his face, embarrassment and desire flood his senses.
His hips move in slow, deep circles. The soft fabric of his briefs caressing him.
âHaving fun by yourself, Shadowsinger?â Azriel silently gasps, sitting up to see you stood in the center of his bedroom. Nightgown clinging to your body, loose hair swaying at you tilt your head to the side.
âGet out.â Azriel growls. As much as he tries to avoid you, one conversation has you following him around like a lost puppy?
âThatâs no way to talk to a lady.â You pout.
âLeave.â Azriel points to his door. Heart racing, from surprise or lust he doesnât know.
You shake your head, silky thighs brushing against each other as you move towards him. âYou donât want me to leave.â
âLeave.â Azriel repeats hardly over a whisper, chest visibly rising and falling with each heavy breath.
âYou donât want me to leave.â You match his volume. Your condescending tone mocking his decaying self control as you come to a halt right between his thighs.
You look down at him with those dark eyes. Words, thoughts, air all elude him as you lower yourself.
Azrielâs eyes never leave yours, his lips part slightly in fascination at the sight you kneeled before him.
âDo you?â You ask virtuously.
Azriel subtly shakes his head
Your pouted lips morph into a wicked smirk. âThen tell me Iâm better.â
Azriel blinks. Confusion trickling into his intoxicating lust. âWhat?â
âTell me that Iâm better.â
âA better what? Whore?â
You scoff a laugh. âSpy. Everyone thinks it already, just admit Iâm better.â
The haze of infatuation decomposes into disdain. For only a second he forgot about that arrogance, that you arenât this innocent, amazing person everyone thinks you to be. Youâre rotten and heâll make sure you know it. Tonight heâll teach you.
Azriel roughly grips your jaw in his hand, jerking you closer to him. An inaudible squeak leaving your puckered lips as your eyes widen at the unexpected movement.
âYou will never be a better spy than me. Youâre hardly a good thief.â Azrielâs grip tightens, pushing your lips even more together. His index finger brushes over them before he presses it down hard to keep you silent. âI still think youâd make a better whore.â
Your muffled response is lost on him as he squeezes even harder. You flinch at the ache forming in your cheeks.
âYouâre going to show me just how good of a whore you can be.â Azrielâs thumb caresses your jaw. You glare at him but it only earns you a wry smile. Seeing you start to become irate just as you make him every second of the day is so satisfying.
âShow me.â Azriel releases you with a shove of your face. He leans back slightly on his palm, itâs his turn to wear the arrogant smirk.
And itâs your turn to be speechless. You only sit there, jaw clenched and red with his finger prints, debating your next move. âNot until you give me what I want.â
Azrielâs smirk widens. âI donât think you understand. You are going to give me everything that I want and you are going to take everything I give you. Every last inch.â
You sneer up at him, eye glaring with animosity. Yet you stay there on your knees for him.
âCome here.â He coos, gesturing you to lean closer. Hesitantly, you come closer. His eyes fixate on your mouth again as he brings his index and pointer finger to rest on your bottom lip. âOpen.â
You donât open. You only glare at him as his fingers play with your lips. Moving them side to side trying to find an entrance into your mouth.
âI said open.â Azriel growls growing impatient with your attitude.
You take a second, another before parting your lips slightly. Letting him slide his long jagged fingers into your mouth. They slide across your tongue, reaching even further until they touch the back of your throat. Knuckles pressed to your lips.
Your eyes squeeze shut holding back a gag, his fingers curling deep in your throat. âThis is where I want my cock. All the way back here, baby.â
He pulls his drenched fingers from your throat, sending you into a coughing fit as you try catching your breath.
Azriel chuckles, completely taking pleasure in assaulting your pride. âGood whore. Now show me where it goes.â
Your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as you glare up at him. âFuck you.â
Azriel frees himself from the confinement of his pants. His throbbing member eaking with need. You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplation in your stare.
You roll your eyes with a grimace before sticking out your tongue and dragging in from his base to his cum beaded tip.
Azriel takes in a sharp breath.
You roll your eyes again, taking his head into your mouth. Lazily and indifferent you bob your head around his tip.
Azriel scoffs, lacing his fingers through your hair and tugging you off of him. He leers down at you. âDonât be a fucking brat. Suck my cock.â
He pulls you back down into him. Your soft whimper duly noted.
You wrap your mouth around his shaft, slowly sinking, throat stretching as he guides you further.
A strangled moan leaves Azriel when his head hits the back of your throat. You gag around him, clamping his stiffness.
His stomach tightens at the euphoric feeling. He canât imagine you anywhere but here with his cock down your throat forever.
You go to pull away but his hand holds you down tightly.
âNot yet. Stay right there.â Azriel moans, grinding his hips into your face, wanting every inch of himself to be covered in your warm saliva. âStay right fucking there.â
You gag again, reaching up and digging your nails into his thighs as his cock pulses in your throat. He groans pulling off of him again.
Your coughs are replaced by whines as you struggle to regain your breath. âAsshole.â
Azriel laughs at the image before him. Your cheeks pink from the pressure, drool dripping from your lips and eyes glossy. He reaches out, swiping his thumb over your tantalizing lips, spreading your spit across them.
You turn your head away, glaring daggers he knows you wish to impale him with at this very second. âDonât fucking touch me.â
âBullshit.â Azriel smirks. You raise a brow in question. âI think youâre bullshitting. You want my cock in your mouth. You want me to stretch that little throat of yours.â
Azriel gently caresses your jaw. Your eyes fluttering shut. âYou want me to fuck your face until youâre covered in my cum.â
You open your half lidded eyes, chewing on your bottom lip. Unadulterated lust filling your gaze.
He could cum at this sight alone.
Azriel pushes your loose strands behind your ear and his hand slides to the back of your head, cradling you with affection. âNow suck it and make it yours, angel.â
You waste no time, taking him as far as you can, bobbing your head up and down, sucking and twisting and drooling all over him.
âOh shit.â Azrielâs eyes roll to the back of his head. He grips your hair, not needing to guide you anymore. You devour him with an insatiable hunger, gagging and choking around him.
Azriel brings both hands to cup your face and hold it still. âF-fuck, look at me.â
You look up at him with wide eyes, tears streaking your cheeks. His hips thrust up into your tight throat, wanting to be impossibly deeper in your warmth. âYou look so good choking on my cock.â
Your nose crinkles as you smile and what he assumes is your muffled attempt at giggling vibrates around him. âSo fucking beautiful.â
Azriel continues to drive himself into your mouth. Tension begins to build inside him, hips bucking as he starts to lose his pace in the heightening feeling.
âIâm close. Fuck!â Azriel pulls your mouth off of him. You whine at the sudden loss but quickly open wide and stick your tongue out with excitement.
Azriel groans taking his cock in his hand and stroking desperately as he tilts your head back. His tip brushing your tongue earning even more moans from the Shadowsinger.
Azriel lets out a long, breathy moan, feeling himself start to come undone. Shockwaves grip his entire body as hot white ribbons shoot across your tongue and face. A smile graces your lips as you hum in content.
Azriel gawks at his masterpiece in admiration.
You swipe your fingers over your cheek, gathering his seed and toying with it. You chuckle and he canât help but do the same.
âI do make a good whore.â You smirk before leaning forward. Your eyes closing gently as you slowly tilt your head and come closer.
You were going to kiss him. Azrielâs heart beats even more rapidly. You were going to kiss him and he would finally know.
Azriel closes his own eyes, awaiting your lips.
.âïžđâïž.
Azriel opens his eyes to see the ceiling. He sits up finding himself in the same position he had upon returning to his room last night.
Another dream? How? You were right there, making him cum.
Azriel sighs, making his way to the bathroom to clean up the mess heâd made of himself.
This is going to be the longest day ever.
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The King of Hybern is dead -- and the Heir has been awakened.
Fallon has rested in five hundred years of wait, armed and aided for this very moment.
Slay the Heir.
Sacrifice herself to save Prythian.
With a history so drenched in blood, it seems to be the only thing left for her anyway. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. She's living on borrowed time.
The Cauldron, however, has other fates in play.
As the Inner Circle joins forces with one of the most lethal killers of Prythian's long history, they are thrust into a journey up against all odds -- because saving her is not an option, but an absolute necessity. One the Shadowsinger will see to personally, even if it means giving his last breath in trade for what he holds most dear.
Her.
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The Shadowsinger: Fifteen
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. Sexual themes, slight misogyny/baiting, ACOTAR series spoilers. If I forgot anything, please let me know!
Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader
Summary: Cassian is upset after you ditched training with him for Azriel.
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Azriel wanted to stay the night. Wanted to devour you in every way possible. But he knew once he got a taste, he wouldnât be able to let go. And from what you told him earlier in the day, he didnât want to push you. He knew you had training the next day, and he had a feeling Cassian would want to train you one on one again, even at Windhaven. So he needed you to rest.Â
Still, it took him three times pleasuring himself before he could even begin to think of sleep. And even that came in fitful spouts throughout the night. Sleep was never easy for him. The darkness of it was too much, the nightmares constantly woke him. If his shadows didnât first. He normally found himself up in the training ring until his body was too tired to continue, and he would lay in his bed until dawn came. He would return to the ring and either run laps or fly around Velaris until breakfast with Cassian. It was easy to keep busy. It was harder to sit still and let his thoughts consume him. Especially when they revolved around you so much these days.
You woke up the next day, in a nightgown thanks to having changed after Azriel left. You eventually fell asleep after dragging your hands between your thighs two times, remembering the feeling of Azâs tongue against your slick, his fingers curling inside you. What you would give to have his cock instead!Â
But he left, and probably for the best because being with him felt so⊠right. Like it was what the Mother intended it to be. And that tug that constantly pulled at your gut? It was even worse when you woke up. Like you needed to be near him for it to go away.Â
So you got out of bed, washing yourself before you dressed in your fighting leathers and made your way to the dining room. Only Azriel wasnât there. It was just Cassian. âOh⊠hello,â you said and sat down.
He was glaring at you. âI hope you had fun yesterday.â He said.Â
You couldnât help the heat that rose to your face. âI didâŠâ
âGood, because Azriel and I are going to train you for one more day here, youâll go to Windhaven tomorrow.â He said. âAnd donât think your little escapade with him will make any difference. Heâs just there to help instruct you on how to use your shadows.â Cassian basically growled.Â
Did blowing him off for training really piss him off that much? Why was he so upset with you?Â
âDid I⊠offend you?â You asked, taking a few bites of your breakfast. You didnât think taking the day off to spend with Azriel wouldâve been a big deal.Â
âYes. You decided that a male was more important than training. We need you, (Y/N). And being distracted isnât going to help your training.â He said.Â
Your hand curled into a fist. âThat male was Azriel. Who thought it was quite fine that I took the rest of the day off. Besides, Iâm not distracted. I just needed a break.â You ground out. How could he say such things to you?Â
âWhen you start missing training, you fall behind. You wonât be allowed to participate in the Blood Rite if this continues. Not that I think you could anyway.â He said.Â
âThatâs ridiculous!â You said and threw your hands up. âGoing out with Az has nothing to do with my training! Are you jealous it wasnât with you?â You pressed.Â
âWhat? Gods no,â he said and scoffed. You frowned, slumping back in your chair. He didnât need to say it with such distaste. You grabbed your plate and stood up. âIâm going to eat in my room. And I donât want to train with you today. Send Rhys if youâre so against Azriel and I spending any time alone together.â You said and turned around, walking to the stairs. âIf youâre in the training ring, Iâll winnow to Windhaven and join them instead.âÂ
It was just Azriel waiting for you when you went up to the training ring half an hour later. Surprisingly, the fight with Cassian still had you simmering with rage. You couldnât even muster a small smile. No matter the fact that when you saw him, his head between your legs flashed in your mind.Â
âCassian can be a prick, sometimes.â Az said. His shadows undoubtedly told him what happened. If Cassian didnât.Â
âI donât want to talk about it.â You said simply, starting your warm up stretches. Your shadows were a flutter around you, signalling just how ticked off you were.
âAlright⊠well today I want to start with shadow training. Teach you how to form a shield around yourself. And then a blast of them as well. If you donât know how to do it already?â He asked.Â
How was he keeping so calm? Not even a hint of desire was in his eyes. Youâre pretty sure under all the rage, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. Did it not mean as much to him as it did to you? Instead of drooling like a dog, you shook your head. âI donât.â You replied.Â
âPerfect, letâs start.â He said.Â
Once you finished your warm up, he started instructing you on how to control the shadows better. How to whisper to them at first, and then when you got good enough, you could do it with your mind. It was a lot of concentrating, and by the time lunch came, you were mentally and physically drained.Â
And then Cassian decided to show up. You let out a low growl and set the glass of water down. That simmering rage came to the forefront now. âI thought I told you I didnât want you training me today.â You said.Â
âCanât I train by myself?â He asked with a side smirk. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing.Â
âNot when weâre up here. Find somewhere else.â You said, bounding over to him. âYou donât get to belittle my abilities and then come up here and train with me.â Your hands curled into fists. Azriel just taught you how to send a blast of shadows at someone. It was overcast today and the perfect time to do it. Maybe now would be a good time to try it out. It wouldn't actually hurt Cassian, but you would love to see the confused look on his face.
âNo? I thought you didnât get distracted by males?â He asked, that smirk growing. Azriel didnât say anything as he stood behind you, arms crossed.Â
âI donât.â You said firmly.Â
âGood, because Iâm sure Azrielâs head between your legs is all you can think about.â He said.Â
You lost it. You held out your hands and let out a yell as you thought you instructed your shadows to wrap around him. It wouldnât hurt him at all, just disorient him enough so you could get a few blows in.Â
What happened was entirely different. But Cassian was ready for it. When he switched into his armor, you have no clue, but he had a shield up as a blast of deep purple came from you. It went around his shields and all but disintegrated the training supplies around him. You stumbled back, glancing at your hands and then back up to where Cassian stood.Â
âWhat was that?â You asked, your voice just over a whisper.Â
âThat, my dear (Y/N), was your killing power.â He said and smirked as his shield went down. âWe figured if you were angry enough, and practicing the same motions with Azriel, it might come out.â He said and walked over to you. âI think youâre more than capable of keeping your focus on training. And Iâm sorry for bringing up your night with Az. I had to provoke you enoughâŠâÂ
âYou told him?â You asked, whirling on Azriel.Â
He winced a bit, almost bracing for another blast of power. âMaybe⊠but to be fair⊠he also heard.â He said and you took a deep breath, trying your best to calm that rage. Releasing your power helped a little, but not completely.Â
âYouâre going to need a Siphon.â Az said. âWeâll get it at Windhaven today⊠and then you can train on how to use it.â He said, walking closer to you as he saw you clench and release your hands. âRelax, take those deep breaths we talked about. Center yourself.â He said. âShadows and killing power are very different. Your power comes from that bubbling rage. Your control over the shadows comes from that feeling of loneliness, the feeling of desperation. Youâll need to control all of it in order to differentiate between the two.â He said, his hands on your shoulders. You stared into his hazel eyes as you calmed your breathing.Â
Cassian never heard Azriel talk so much in his life.
A/N: She's getting a Siphon!!!
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In Your Dreams: I âïžđâïž
Azriel x Reader
A/n: Okay this is my first time writing in years but Az is Bringing me out of retirement. Opinions and ideas are always appreciated. Enjoyyđ
Summary: Az isnât very fond of the newest member of the Night Court so much so that you even plague his dreams.
Warnings: This is a smut series. MDNI
part II
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âAz, youâre back!â Cassianâs booming voice probably alerts everyone in The House of Wind of his arrival just as Azriel touches down on the balcony.
Az canât help the small smile directed at his brother. After being away on a mission for days, he appreciated Cassianâs loudness, it means home, comfort, relaxation-
Or so he thought until his eyes land on you, lounging on a sofa, book in hand but your empty eyes set on his own.
His smile instantly vanishes, replaced by a displeased glance before turning away.
Azriel cannot stand you. The newest member, a pick pocket from the Hewn City turned spy pupil for The Night Court. A dark presence that made him physically ill.
Itâs no surprise youâre sat in the far corner of the room. Azriel hasnât seen you speak to anyone beside Rhysand since your arrival. Even then, it was only about the minuscule missions heâd been sending you on the last 3 months.
Azriel simply nods at Cassian and Nesta. Words failing him as that illness returns deep in the pit of his stomach.
He can feel your uncanny gaze still focused on him, despite his obvious distaste for you. He knows that is precisely why you do it too.
Gods, you are the bane of his existence.
With a slight twitch of the brow, Az makes his way toward Rhysandâs study ready to give him yet another ear full about you.
How Rhys had even given you a position is beyond Azriel considering you were a straight up criminal.
Azriel had been on a mission in the slums of the Hewn City, the worst part, in fact. A part so small and forgotten that crimes are a first nature.
He just found the information heâd been looking for and his mood was nothing less than happy knowing heâd be back home soon.
That was until a cloaked figure had bumped him and continued on their way.
Naturally being in a more poor part of the city, Azriel pats his left hip making sure none of his weapons or money had been swiped. But they hadnât.
It isnât until he brings his left hand to move his own cloak and double check that he realizes his siphon is gone.
âHow the fuckâŠâ Azriel hasnât been caught off guard like this in a long while. How could they swipe a stone embedded in his leathers without him feeling a thing?
Azriel wasted no time looking over the crowd to find the grey tattered cloak gracefully zipping through the crowd.
He follows just a swiftly. His eyes glued to the figure as he maneuvers past on goers.
The thief, as if sensing him, looks back for half a second before darting through the crowd, ducking and jumping over items and people. Still managing to move past them without bumping into anyone.
Az mutters a breathy, âAssholeâ when he takes note of that.
At this point Azriel begins to push past the crowd. He canât let them leave with it. Something that valuable, not just on market but to himself personally, will not fall into some slick criminals hands.
Just as they are about to round the corner Azriel sends his shadows in a silent command to detain the culprit. The shadows weave through the crowd even more speedy and graceful, wrapping around the hooded figure and yanking them back.
Their back hits the ground with an âoomfâ before they quickly try freeing themselves from the shadows constraints.
Azriel grabs their collar in one hand, lifting them up and bringing them to his eye level. The other hand snatching back the hood of the cloak.
He nearly gasps upon laying eyes on you. The bewitching darkness in your eyes bore into his, reaching for his soul as if youâd take it right from him.
Taking advantage of his perplexed state you kicked him in the stomach causing him to let go and his shadows to withdraw.
Azriel groans holding his middle and coughing once, twice.
You donât hesitate to run down the empty alley but Azriel is quick to snap back.
You donât make it half way through when he winnows in front of you. You slam into his chest and fall again, mud splattering the two of you. Azrielâs shadows bind your wrists above your head as he straddles your thighs.
You thrash beneath him, growling and clawing. His hands scanning over your arms, sides and hips until he felt the bulge of it settled on your hipâŠbeneath the waistband of your pants.
He looks up at you, amusement dancing behind your wicked eyes as if he were being tested, âa will he, wonât he?â
His eyes flicker from yours to your somewhat now exposed navel. He canât justâŠreach in there.
But he canât just let you have it. He wouldnât be wrong to take back what is his.
He scoffs, reaching under your waistband and pulling up a belt with a pocket attached causing you shriek almost inaudibly.
Azriel pulls the dull blue siphon from the pocket and looks back at you. Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât half amused himself.
A strange girl from the slums of the Hewn City stealing his siphon and testing his honor as a male.
Though he is not crazy enough to indulge the amusement. You are a thief. Not just a common thief but a a thief able to pick a very valuable possession off of a very cautious male.
âWhat is your name?â Azriel asks still hovering over you.
You only glare back.
âI asked what your name is.â Azriel grows impatient above you but you do not respond.
It could have been over. He could have let you go and steal from some other fool who wouldnât notice butâŠhe didnât want to. Perhaps your crime against him was too personal and punishment seemed fit.
âGet up.â Azriel roughly pulls you to your feet, shadows still binding your wrists. Your struggles are deemed futile when he whisks you away to his High Lord.
Azriel all but stomps into Rhys study, shutting the door behind him. âYour newest addition has a staring problem.â
Rhysand looks up from his notes to see his irritated brother throw himself into the seat across from him. âWhat happened to âhelloâ âhow are youâ?â
Azriel sighs. âRhys.â
Rhys leans back in his seat, a smirk on his lips. âWhat harm is a bit of staring? Maybe she likes what she sees.â
âPlease.â Azriel rolls his eyes. âShe likes nothing and no one.â
Rhys shrugs. âSheâs not so bad, Az. Youâre just pissed she was able to pick something off of you.â
âIâm pissed that you gave her a job instead of consequences.â
âHow couldnât I? Iâd rather have someone that can out sneak my spy master on my side.â Rhysand teases.
âShe did not âout sneakâ me. Her methods were textbook. Not sneaky at all.â Azriel grumbles his blatant lies. He knows not just any theif, not even an exceptional one, could do what you did.
Rhysand chuckles. âWhatever you say, brother.â He clears his throat. âI assume you found the shop?â
Azriel shakes his head. âI did not but I heard rumors of where it will turn up next.â
Rhys had assigned him a rather odd case, a book of lethal potions stolen from a temple in the Hewn City by a traveling shop now supplying those lethal drugs. Reports saying it makes users hyper aware, a party drug when used correctly but as expected there are those who abuse it, turning them aggressive and eventually killing them when too much is consumed. Azriel has spent the last week trying to track the shop down with nothing to show for it until today.
âWhere?â
Azrielâs jaw tightens. âCoincidentally, in two days it will be in the same part of townâŠsheâŠis from.â
Rhys chuckles at his brotherâs pettiness once again. âShe must really get under your skin with her staring.â
Azriel shakes his head, âRhys, Iâm telling you there is something off about her.â
âSheâs been here for 3 months without incident. What do you suppose she will do?â Rhy asks entertaining the idea purely for the amusement of seeing a riled up Azriel.
âSteal. Spy. Hells for all we know she could be plotting everyoneâs death.â
âWell, then I guess I should fear for your life when she accompanies you on your assignment?â Rhysand lifts a brow in mock questioning.
âAbsolutely not. She will not be accompanying me anywhereâŠever.â Azriel laughs at the notion.
âShe knows her way around, she is successful in her missions and you need to get over your bruised ego and get along with her. She is supposed to be your pupil.â
Azriel shakes his head but before he can deny his High Lord, Rhysand continues.
âYou will be taking her with you to retrieve the book and shut it down. Thatâs final.â Rhysand crosses his arms.
Azriel hesitantes but ultimately nods, dreading the thought of having to spend any amount of time near you.
.âïžđâïž.
Azriel is sat in the lounge, a book in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. His eyes read over the page for the millionth time before he slams it shut and rubs his temple.
Sleep had evaded him, unable to stop thinking of this damned mission he has to take you on. At the fact that he must push away the alarms going off in his entire being when you are around.
Azriel knows something is wrong with you. Itâs your expressionless gaze, the eerie aura that follows you and the stillness of your existence, even just standing around youâre still as a statue. Youâre like a ghost. His own personal poltergeist.
As if on cue, he shadows curl up his neck whispering of your presence.
His stomach drops. Heâd be damned if he had to endure you anymore than he has to.
Just as he retreats into the shadows in the corner of the den, you glide straight past the room entirely. Not even peaking into the only lit room of the house.
He knows itâs ridiculous but it irked him that you didnât even look. Had you no curiosity either? And if you arenât coming to the den, where are you going?
Regardless, he definitely isnât going to find out. He has no intention of being anywhere near you. He wouldnât subject himself to that.
âŠ
But he wants to know. What if you had some secret hobby or routine? Something that made youâŠa person.
Why should that matter to him!? He doesnât give two shits about what you do. His own curiosity only further proves how offbeat you are. He certainly will not follow you and he definitely wonât care what you are doing.
âŠ
But what if you were up to no good? What if you were stealing from the High Lord every night after he goes to sleep?
Now that he canât allow.
Azriel emerges from the shadows, peaking out from the door frame to find you at the end of the hallway. You enter the library and shut the door closed behind you.
He slips through the hallway and into the library, careful not to make a sound.
The empty library felt cold in your wake though there was no sign of you. You werenât sitting on the sofas or searching for a book. There is only silence in his company.
Azriel strides through each row of bookcases lined throughout the room to no avail.
And now youâve even disappeared like a ghost.
A beam of light enters at the back of the room earning his attention. The balcony.
Azriel stealthily crosses the room, concealing himself behind the bookcase closest to the balcony.
There you were. Sitting on the marble bench, staring up at the sky. Not causing any trouble.
Well, he has his answer, he can leave. He can go about his sleepless night.
But once again he did not want to, despite those alarms going off and the growing pit deep down. He couldnât bring himself to move.
So he didnât for a very long time.
He only watches your ominously still figure watching the sky. You do not look away or blink or breathe it seems. Not even a twitch of the fingers.
You just cannot be of this world.
âAzriel.â You call softly.
His heart drops into the swirling void in his stomach as chills sweep across his skin and the hairs of his arm stand.
Youâd sensed him there. For how long? Though he doesnât care what you think of him, he did not need you telling anyone heâs some stalker creep.
âYou can come out.â
Azriel contemplates. He can leave as he should have done an hour ago but you already know he is here. Then again, maybe if he leaves youâll think you were mistaken.
All of those options fly out of the door when you look back, directly at him.
He winces at his lack of options and being caught. How did you even know? Heâs the fucking spy master and now he canât even hide from you?
Azriel lets out a deep exhale, not even realizing heâd been holding his breath before coming out into your full view.
You look right into his eyes as he approaches you. Each step feels like a crushing weight as he struggles to maintain his composure.
âWhat are you doing out here?â Azriel asks firmly, not a shred of friendliness behind the words.
You only look back to the sky.
Were you ignoring him now? After telling him to come out?
Irritation begins to fill the void in him. The audacity. HE is the one ignoring YOU.
âWhat are you doing out here.â A command rather than question this time.
You subtly shrug.
Azriel rolls his eyes.
For a while the two of you are silent. What is he even supposed to say to you? You are the one that called him out here.
He isnât surprised that you hardly speak but that doesnât change the fact that it is annoying.
âYou donât speak much.â Azriel states plainly wanting to escape the awkward, silent tension.
âThatâs your perception.â You match his blunt tone provoking his wonder. How could it be his perception when you donât speak to anyone?
âI havenât seen within 10 feet of anyone here.â
âThatâs because you disappear anytime Iâm in the same room as you.â
Azriel didnât know what to make of your straight forwardness. Though he tends to speak directly himself, heâs not fond of such attitude. But coming from you, it seems fitting. âPerhaps I simply donât enjoy your company.â
âCurious.â You look at him, standing up and making your way back into the library. âNo male has ever complained about my company.â
Azriel follows close behind, watching your every poised step.
âAs a matter of fact Iâve been told Iâm quite the pleasure to be around.â You glance over your shoulder. That familiar sinister delight returning to your eyes, the same look you gave him when he realized where it is you held his siphon.
Azriel nearly trips on over his own two feet. The void beginning to whirl again. He cursed himself for needed to clear his throat. âIs that so?â
You stop abruptly and pivot on your feet, coming face to chest and tilting your head back to look up at him. His stomach leaps at the sudden proximity and your intense stare. He steps back.
âWith my bright and bubbling personality, how could they not?â You raise a brow.
Azriel didnât know if it was relief from the cut tension or the actual joke or both but he lets out a breathy chuckle.
âNot to mention my breasts and ass.â
Azrielâs shock couldnât have been anymore evident. His lips part unable to form a single word, not that his brain could form a single thought.
Azriel hadnât thought of you in any way other than suspicion but now, standing before him, he canât help but notice your deadly beauty. The enthralling darkness dancing behind your eyes and those plump pink lips. The thin strapped shirt clinging to your ample breasts. The outline of your peaked nipples. The perfect angle he has of your soft cleavage.
âThat was also a joke.â You clarify and turn on your heel continuing towards the door. âKind of.â
It most certainly was not a joke.
The loose shorts gripping your waist do nothing to hide the outline of your backside. Each step you take further away from him only giving him a better view of the swish of your hips and the bounce of your ass.
âGoodnight, Spy Master.â You bid farewell without so much as a glance back.
.âïžđâïž.
Azriel couldnât stop thinking of you, yet now itâs in whole different light. He would have never thought you to be so vulgar, in a cruel way maybe but not in a humorous way.
Youâre so quiet and reserved and unsettling. He didnât think you capable of making a joke, let alone a sexual one.
He couldnât deny that it is a rather riveting piece of information. He should have known when you all but challenged him to reach into your pants a few month ago.
The memory of your tits sitting nice and pretty, your waist and full hips, your ass, all flood his mind.
Lying in his bed, Azriel turns onto his back, shaking the thoughts from his head.
He needs sleep. And he needs it now.
.âïžđâïž.
Exhaustion cannot begin to describe what Azriel felt. He needed not just to rest but recharge, and there is nothing better than laying down after a hard days work.
After what felt like forever he finally reaches his bedroom, twisting the nob and shutting the door behind him. He sighs, shutting his eyes and resting his head against the door.
âAzriel.â You call just as softly as you had earlier in the night.
Azriel whips around to find you sat on the center on his bed, feet under you and hands politely placed on your knees, as if youâd been waiting for him.
Azriel scans the room. Possibly a prank brought on by Rhysand but itâs only you in here.
âWhat are you doing in here?â Azriel hisses, sending a vicious sneer in your direction. And he thought ignoring him was the hight of your audacity but to enter his private quarters at such late hours?
âI havenât been on my best behavior, have I.â You tilt your head to the side, feigning innocence.
Azrielâs brow pinches. âWhat?â
âIâve displeased you in some way.â You slowly stand from his bed. âI canât have that.â
Azriel swallows hard as you inch closer with every word. âAfter all, I am a pleasure to be around.â
Azriel can only watch. Your shorts doing little to hide your exposed legs and soft thighs. That fucking shirt hiding your tight nipples.
You come to halt with only centimeters between you, looking up at him with that deceptively virtuous gaze.
He could smell you. An intoxicating scent of amber and jasmine. Like a garden in the fall.
Azrielâs heart thunders in his chest. Not fast but hard. He was sure not only you but everyone in the house could feel it. His whole being pulses with each thump as you reach for his chest.
âLet me be a pleasure.â Your delicate fingers just barely touches his chest, drawing a line down his chest. Then lower. And lower. And lower-
Azriels eyes widen as he snatches your hand in his. His chest heaving, trying to gulp down the air that slips away from him. You, however, seem un phased, eager, if anything. âW-what do you think youâre doing?â
The scent of his own arousal permeates the air he desperately tries to breathe.
With half lidded eyes and a slight pout of your lips, you take your wrist from his loose grip and place your palm over the back of his hand, brining it up to your cheek and leaning into it.
Azrielâs blood turns cold at how tender your touch is, gentle as the embrace of death. Your skin warms his palm as you drag his hand down the side of your neck painfully slow, his thumb tracing the column of your throat.
Gods, he wanted to bite it. To latch himself onto that spot. If it was possible to envy oneâs own hand, heâd turn green.
âI see how you look at me.â Your voice low and sultry. âYou despise me.â
You move his hand down your collar bone, to your chest, settling between your breast. Something deep inside Azriel twists and knots, his cold blood turns hot as it rushes into his pants.
âLet me fix it.â You groan, trailing his hand further down to your stomach. âLet me show youâŠâ
Azriel bites the inside of his cheek to keep his own sounds at bay. His brows pinch together at the sight of you. The rise and fall of your swollen, flushed breasts. Your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and the look of pure carnal desire.
ââŠjust how much of a pleasure I can be.â You whisper breathlessly when you lead his scared hand beneath the waistband of your shorts.
Azriel chokes back a guttural groan when his fingers reach the slick folds of your cunt. Looking into his eyes with a feral hunger, you guide his fingers in sensual circles around your most sensitive spot. Hushed whines hum from your chest, purring at his governed touch.
His middle finger twitches against your clit, testing for himself. You respond with a low moan.
Azrielâs eyes flutter shut trying to reason with himself.
This was wrong. So fucking wrong. Azriel canât even stand the sight of you yet here he is with his hands down your pants for the second time, and he felt just as he had the first time, he wanted to ruin you.
Another flick of his fingers causes you to throw your head back.
Azriel growls. A fire ignites in his chest, coursing through every nerve of his body as he gives in to you.
His fingers take a course of their own, rubbing your center with fervor. A noise somewhere between a yelp and moan escape your parted lips. You grabbing onto his arms to steady yourself as pleasure over takes you.
âFuck, youâre dripping.â Azriel leans forward to whisper in your ear. His warm breath tickling your skin as he asks, âWho made you this wet?â
You only moan, digging your hands into his bicep.
Still massaging your clit, he brings his free hand to strike the fat of your ass earning a very loud moan.
âTell me.â
âYou!â The stinging sensation mixes with your pleasure, encouraging you further. âYou made me this fucking wet.â
Azriel hums, gripping your hair and tilting your head back. âMhm. Keep being a good girl and Iâll forgive you.â
His attacks your neck, teeth clamping down hard in what he knows will scar but he didnât care. He wanted you marked. Proof that he could take control, even over someone with such a silent attitude as yours.
You hold back a scream. As much as it hurt, he knows you like it. âDont hold back. I want to hear the pretty noises you make.â
Azrielâs tongue laps at the column of your throat, finally nipping at the spot he craved minutes ago. Your moans vibrate against his lips.
He pulls away to look at you. Eyes shut and jaw hung in ecstasy. His cock twitches in pants at how good he can make you feel.
The sight was anything but dark. Dare he say heavenly.
Suddenly, your eyes open, fixating on his. Lust and desperation laced in your stare as you plead, âI want your fingers in me. Please, Az.â
Azriel smirks down at you arrogantly. âYeah?â You nod frantically, your moans and pants driving him absolutely wild.
âWhatever you want.â Azriel pulls away from you, sitting at the edge on his bed, knees spread as he pats his lap. âCome here, pretty girl.â
You stand between his legs but before you could straddle him, he grabs your wrist, roughly turning your back to him.
His textured hands glide down your back, feeling every curve until he reaches your shorts, yanking them down in one swift motion and leaving your rear exposed for his viewing enjoyment.
He gathers as much of your ass in his hands as he can, squeezing, caressing and parting for an even better view. Your slit and inner thighs glistening from your wetness.
He does dare to say heavenly.
âSo fucking pretty.â He leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your ass cheek and quickly slapping it right on top.
You jerk forward with an amused hum.
Azriel grabs your hip and brings you down to him. Your full weight falls onto his solid cock, strained in his leathers. He moans at the impact.
Azrielâs hands trail up from your hips, over your stomach and under your shirt and to your breasts. You whimper as his fingers lightly trace over your firm nipples and kneed at your breasts.
He should stop. Should have never even started when he hates so much but Azriel revels in it. The way you feel, the way he makes you feel. His lips latch to your neck sucking as he rolls your buds between his fingers.
âAzriel, please.â You breathe, writhing against him.
He groans, flicking your nipple harshly and immediately finding your center. The tip of his middle finger sliding up and down, toying with your hole.
âPlease! Please put it in.â You whine, reaching up to tug at his dark locks. The sensation pushing him over the edge.
Promptly, his middle finger plunges into your cunt, pumping at a hungry pace.
âOh, fuck! Azriel, yes!â You grip his hair stronger, receiving another painful bite and a slap on your tits in return.
Azriel adds another finger and you clench around them. âSo fucking tight, angel. I bet youâve never been fucked so full with two fingers, have you?â
You shake your head and throw it back over his shoulder when his fingers disappear in you to the knuckle.
âOne more for me.â Azriel hums, a warning rather than a request as he teases a third finger against you.
âIâŠI donât know.â You hesitate.
Azriel guides you to look at him, your face inches from his. His brows pinch and with a slightly patronizing pout he nods. âYou can take it. Donât you like how full I make you feel?â
You bite your lip and nod. âI can take it.â
âGood girl.â He breathes with a smug expression. Azriel canât get enough of you like this. Pleading. Submissive to his every whim. The satisfaction of seeing that stoic demeanor dissolve because of him.
Azriel slides a third finger in slowly. Hells, youâre so fucking tight around his fingers, he can only imagine how youâd feel on his cock.
You release a long, aching moan and arch your back against him.
Azriel gasps at the sudden movement against his pants. It wouldnât take more than a minute to make him explode. âF-fuck, y/n. Keep doing that.â
You grind in his lap, feeling his length throb beneath you. âLike this, Az?â
âGods.â Azrielâs fingers sink into your cunt, over and over. Your screams of pleasure blend with the sopping sounds of your wet pussy.
Azriel was absolutely sure this was heaven.
âIâm so close! Mm, you gonna make a fucking mess out of me?â You rut against his cock.
âFuck yes.â Azrielâs free arm wraps around you pressing you further into him and he fucks you with his fingers. âCâmon. Make a mess for me, Angel.â
âAzriel!â Thatâs all it took for you to crumble in his lap. Your entire body trembles and euphoria seizes control of your body. Your screams informing all of Veleris of who made you cum so fucking good.
As you ride out your orgasm, Azriel lifts his own stuttering hips to grind against yours. The full weight of you quivering and fidgeting against him builds a blissful tension deep within him. And with the string of his name still being sung from your lips, the coiling pressure couldnât hold anymore.
âIâm gonna-â
.âïžđâïž.
Azriel shoots straight up out of his bed and on to his feet, panting and looking around his room, illuminated with the first light of day.
But there was no one. No you.
Azriel blinks and wipes his eyes. It was a dream?
He looks around once more.
It couldnât have been a dream. Heâs dreamt of many females but never anything soâŠreal.
He could still feel the weight of your body flushed against him. He could still feel the blissful aftermath of an orgasm.
Azriel looks down at his stained tented pants. His half hard cock still dripping on his thigh.
What the fuck was that? Why the fuck would he dream of that? Of you.
Mor? Sure. Elain? Once or twice, but you? Someone he couldnât even stand to be in the same room with?
Azriel huffs and makes his way to his bathroom to clean up, angry with himself and his deplorable dream. A nightmare, he decides, considering it involved you.
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Absolution
Azriel x Reader(N)
Summary: Two lovers separated out of necessity finally reunite, only for a brief tryst.
A/N: This is an experimental piece of work. I'm testing a writing style, so feedback is welcome. It's an extended universe for a plot I was working with details tbd but doesn't involve much plot here. So it should be an easy read. This is my first ever Tumblr publish and it's scary!! So be kind. Hope you enjoy!
Word count: ~4.5k
Warning: NSFW, 18+ SMUT, f!receiving, m!receiving(barely), sappy start+spicy middle+angsty end (i guess), voice kink, p in v. Mentions of OC other than reader[not enough editing/proofreading/formatting]
Azriel stepped into the room desperately holding on to the moment, afraid Crone Mother would change her mind. N sat on the balconyâlike every evening, on the floor, her legs crossed, her hands clasped in her lap. The curtains came alive with the touch of a gentle breeze to guard her from him. Her sheer dress melded with her body under the radiance of the fading sun, her skin aglow as if made of stars and gold. Summer flowers adorned her hair, tucked into the braid that unravelled after the dayâs practices.
His shadows peeked over his shoulders and swarmed his hands buzzing with excitement. With each silent step, he prayed he didnât break her trance. He settled before herâbringing his knees to his chest, he rested his elbows on them, and his wings tucked tight to his body.
The hue of the setting sun made everything heavenly about herâsoft, ethereal. Wisps of hair teasing her cheeks, the knowing smile on her lips, the slight flutter of her eyelids under his stare. A sigh escaped Azrielâs lips. It was a worthless attempt to hide his presence from her, the one who held the sight.Â
Azriel wasnât a fool to waste the mercy bestowed upon him after months of longing to be close to his beloved. He stretched on the floor, his head finding its rightful place in her lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her scent and warmth made their bond burn brighter and he sighed in contentment.
After long minutes, N rested her palm on his head. Her fingers carded through his hair, and her nails scratched his scalp the way he liked. A thumb teased the shell of his ear and his wings responded with a sudden tremor.
Azriel smiled. He buried his face into her thigh. Air shifted around them as her body answered to his touches and breaths. Despite the need clawing in his chest, he chose to wait a few minutes, to savour the comfort of her simple touch.
N broke the silence. âHow was your day?â Her voice was as sweet as ever.
âLong. Excruciatingly long,â sighed Azriel. âI started with your friends from the armoury today. Until your mother sent me to the gardens.â He remembered the smile on the older womanâs face when she took him away from the others. A secretive, mischievous one. âShe enjoys testing me a bit much. She made me tend to your roses.â
N laughed, the sound sending a shiver through him. âThat must have been a vision. Maybe sheâs exacting revenge for how you treated her back home.â
Azrielâs heart thudded in his chest. Home. No matter what Crone Mother said, N had one home. It was with him, in Night Court. âI think sheâs forgotten all that. Sheâs more interested in stealing you from me.â His arms tightened around her and his shadows whirled around them emphasising their masterâs possessiveness, âBut I donât mind. As long as she lets me be with you for a while.â His lips twitched. âDid you know everyone here addresses me as your mate?â
Another laugh broke through her lips, âThey're not wrong.â
âNo, they are not.â Azriel finally looked up. Her eyes were already on his face. âIâve been called many names over centuries. Shadowsinger. Spymaster. But this one,â he leaned up to her face, âI like the most. To be known as yours before they even know my name.â He got to his knees and trailed a knuckle along her jaw. âIâd like that for the rest of my life.â Their bond strummed a tune so loud that rendered him senseless. âI want to have a life with you. A home, a family. Anything you want, any way you want. As long as you want that too.â
âYou mean that.â N stated as if she needed to reassure herself. She stared at him with a mask of impassivity on her face that almost rivalled his own as a spy. Then, she smiled. âBut Iâll have you know there will be more tests from Crone Mother.â
'Iâll suffer anything for you,â he murmured against her lips. âSo thatâs a yes?â N nodded before her eyes sparkled with mirth. âWhat is it?â His senses warned him, his shadows stood alert on his shoulders.Â
âWell, technically, weâre married.â
Silence fell between them. Azrielâs fingers left her skin.
âWhat?â
N shrugged. âDo you remember the first time we duelled?â Her voice was steady but her hesitance broke through at the sight of the male who sat frozen in front of her. âYou made me bleed. You proved you were my equal. And, it all happened after the bond snapped for you.â
Azriel remembered that day. He had wanted to impress her. It was the day he felt the warmth of her breath on him for the first time. For days and nights to come, he relived those moments until his skin prickled with heat.
Nâs unsure laughter died soon when he didnât even blink. His shadows retreated. His end of their bond quietened, alarming her.Â
Finally, he said, âAll this time you were my wife?â
Her breath stuck to her throat. âAccording to our custom, yes.â
âAnd you kept that a secret.â His wings flared behind him to their full glory and his eyes narrowed. âWhat did we discuss about your secrets?â
N leaned back, âWas I supposed to tell you all this when I had your blade to your throat? Iâm not sure youâd have been open to that conversation.â Her voice reeked of confidence but Azriel saw the facade waning in her darkening eyes.
Memories flitted through his mindâvisions of her from the instant he laid his eyes on her to the present. Every misfortune they endured, every second they spent in love, every. . .Â
He stalked her on his knees, his hands on either side of her. He hissed, âYou slept with those males after that.â A sound escaped his throat, a rumble deep from his chest. âMy wife slept with other males to spite me.âÂ
N stared at his lips and swallowed thickly. She hurried back, her hands slipping on the smooth marble under her. 'Azriel,' she whined wincing at the way her body welcomed her impending doom.
Azriel inhaled sharply. âYou like that? When I call you my wife?â He chuckled darkly. His lips whispered against hers, âOf all the things you kept from me, this is the worst. Youâre not getting out of this easy this time.â
N pleaded with her eyes. Her breaths shuddered. âThey are watching.â
âThen theyâll know my actions are justified.â
Azriel dove for his kill but before his hands grasped her, she faded away. Her airy laughter echoed in his ears. She stood in the middle of the roomâher hands gently clutching her skirt to free her feet, her braid coming undone over her shoulder, teeth sinking into her plump lipâa vision of devilry and seduction.
His eyes flashed up to hers with a glint. His shadows who wanted vengeance of their own circled his shoulders and arms with a frenzy. N was in trouble and she knew it. She turned to run only to be met with his hard chest emerging from a dark mist.
âDid you really think you could get away?â He caressed her cheek, âThereâs no escape from me. You should know that by now.â
N slid her arms around his neck. âBack then, we barely knew each other. I didnât want to scare you.â She looked into his eyes. âIâm sorry.â She sent every ounce of sincerity in her being through their bond, still he kept his end cloaked.
Azriel pulled his arms away. Dark amusement shone in his eyes. âAs if a silly apology is going to save you.â
N smoothed her palms over his chest. âI know.â Her lips brushed against his skin, littering his face with soft pecks. âI know,â she kissed the corner of his lips, moving closer and closer to the centre as she breathed the words, âIâll make it up to you. For every secret.â
Even as N pressed her body into his, Azriel stood unmoved with a cruel smirk on his lips and his hands by his side. Her fingers wandered over his sculpted torso before unbuttoning his shirt. The shadows on his shoulders swayed, watching, waiting. The regal female who made others quiver with fear grovelled for his forgiveness, and his wretched heart grew giddy with power and pride.
Azriel itched to grab her waist and bite her lips until she bled for him again. A true victory in this duel. He closed his eyes in a wasted effort to tame his thoughts. At the first touch of her cool fingers on his bare chest, he almost gave in.Â
His eyes snapped open the moment N pulled her lips away. She dropped to her knees, her fingers dancing on his hips. Pressing a kiss below his navel, she inched her hands between his legs and fondled him with the heel of her palms. The warmth from her hands seeped through the cotton, which he was forced to wear upon their arrival, promising him the pleasure that awaited him.
In all the years with her, Azriel treated her lips as a relicâsacred and holyâa crown jewel in the trove that was her body. Something to be guarded, treasured, worshipped. He never had to take her mouth the way she offered to him to reach for the stars.
N smiled sweetly. The goddess who witnessed every vice and virtue under the sky knelt before him with love in her heart and devotion in her eyes.
Enchanted, Azriel watched her. His lips parted with a shaky breath. Their bond blazed with emotions he couldnât name. At that moment, he knew there had never been nor ever will be a male more blessed than he was.
His scarred hand cradled her cheek tinged with a soft blush. She leaned in, closing her eyes, trapping his hand between her shoulder and face. She sighed. She kissed his wrist, his palm, his fingers.Â
Azriel couldnât decide which was in more painâhis heart or his cock. Both, mere toys in her hands.Â
N grazed her lips against his clothed hardness and Azriel closed his eyes. His head fell back. A gasp escaped deep from his chest when her tongue soaked him through the fabric. He couldn't remember why he wanted to punish his sweet mate. He was close to breaking already and all she did was tease.
A sharp scrape of her teeth along his length had him bury his hand in her hair softer than the flowers that tumbled down her breast. He hissed in warning as his eyes held hers in a glare.Â
âI want you to look at me,â she smiled. That damned smile that masked her every cruelty.
Too much time had passed since they felt each otherâs skin. Months, almost a year of not seeing each other, not holding each other. And there she was ready to worship him with her entire being if only for a night until their time ran out. Every move of hers had his heart wring in pain, the desire through the bond overwhelming and consuming his soul.
His shadows swooped down and pulled her to him. Azriel crashed his lips onto hers before her feet rested on the ground and stole every little breath from her chest. His shadows brought them to her bed, delicate and soft fit for a queen, like her.Â
He pried the cord that held her dress together below her breasts. His lips ventured south leaving a trail of red on her neck and chest while N rewarded him with her moans. Shadows, ever obedient, parted her dress to make way for their masterâs hand to relish the smoothness of her skin. He caressed every inch of her body with his marred hands except where she ached for him the most. She pleaded and moaned, guiding his hand between her legs.Â
âYou shouldnât have lied to me,â he growled, letting his canines scratch her jaw. âYou know how I feel about secrets, donât you?â A sob left her lips as the back of his fingers teased her entrance with the barest of touch. âIs this what you call making up? Crying and moaning until your husband fucks you?â
N froze. Her eyes stared into his with unspoken emotion that radiated clearly in their bond instead. âAzriel, please.â His hand came down hard between her legs. She arched her back beautifully for him as a silent gasp escaped her lips.
Azriel memorised every pull of her muscles. âYou shouldâve known better.â He slipped his fingers in and out, barely past her entrance, coaxing moans out of her. Her wetness had his mouth water. He undid his pants enough to ease himself out and thrusted into her in a single move.
They were perfect for each otherâmasochists at heart, denying themselves release until the day for their reunion drew closer and closer. N reached a hand out and clawed at his chest. Her eyes widened and soon glazed with pleasure. Her lungs ached for air. Her body begged to escape the feral male whose only intention was to devour her body and soul. Yet, she wrapped her legs around him.
Azriel waited panting, his heart losing its rhythm, shirt clinging to his back. N tugged him closer with her heels on his ass. He growled, baring his teeth. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to his chest. Her eyes fixated where his hips snapped against hers, where they were finally a whole. Each of her whimpers nudged him to quicken his pace.
He felt his release closing in. âIs this what you want?â She looked up, mewling for him, her eyes burning with tears. Too soon. He pulled out of her weeping cunt and dove in with his tongue.
N cried out his name, sweeter than any melody she had ever sung for him. Her body slumped on the bed. She sought for leverage, her hands fisting the pillows. As she felt her fingers grasping at reality, shadows weaved around her wrist and pinned them above her head.
Azriel watched his mateâs body collapse and crash at his ministrations. He dug his fingers into her thighs tearing them open. Her bright eyes pinched shut before she met his crazed ones. With her chest glistening with sweat, her neck reddening, and her teeth sinking into her wet, swollen lips, she came.
Watching her body shiver with every lick of the evening breeze, Azriel rid himself of his clothes. He leaned down to kiss her lips, but she stared dazed. He laughed and nipped at the insides of her bicep, clearing the fog in her mind. Her arms flushed red as blood rushed back. Her fingers twitched and his shadows trickled along them. She came alive with whines when he slipped his fingers inside her.
Her desire came in waves through the bond. A groan rose from his chest, a guttural rumble. Even after his transgressions, she only wanted more, more of him. N clenched around his fingers at the sound. Azriel chuckled darkly into her ear. N curled into herself and clenched again. A renewed glint came to his eyes as he stared into hers.Â
âShe likes my voice, does she now? I always wondered. . .â He lowered himself between her legs again, his second haven, the first being her embrace. A series of soft âpleaseâ escaped her but the lust in her eyes told a different story, the bond sang a different tune. And he chose to heed its calling.
He wrapped a hand around her thigh and pushed the other aside with his shoulder. He didnât want to miss this one. It was no new knowledge. He always had his suspicions, years of practice in observing the unobserved. But to finally see it with his own eyes, he was desperate to witness it. He wanted it to be true, he prayed for it to be true.Â
The room was filled with nothing but Nâs silent pleas. Her wetness glistened in the last lights of dusk promising him an elixir crafted just for him. A fresh wave of arousal rolled over her body. Azriel hummed, breathing in the scent.
âSo pretty,â he exhaled. His eyes took in every flutter that invited him back. âYou like being praised, donât you?â N moaned fighting against the shadows that held her hostage. Azriel pulled her close by her hip and inhaledâloud and deepâhis nose almost touching her.Â
âAlways wet for me, eager for me.â His voice softened, his taunts dying as if his anger was meant for N and not her cunt, âI missed you so much. I can tell you missed me too,â he pressed his lips to her thigh, his eyes unwavering, âby the way you wrapped around me, by the way you swallowed me.â His cock throbbed at his own words.Â
He rasped, âLook at you, teasing me. Do you want a kiss?â He flattened a hand on her abdomen, his fingers stroking deliberate patterns. âMy tongue, my fingers? Hmm?â Her hip jerked up for more and he pressed a kiss to the arch above her clit.
'Azriel, please. I want more.'
âSo wanton, so needy.â A wisp of shadow licked her entrance once and N closed her eyes. Her hips moved in tandem as if she could materialise what she needed out of thin air. âSo beautiful.â Azriel grazed a thumb along the junction where her leg met her hip. N fell back with a groan.
âYou want me, donât you? You never lie to me,â another kiss to her thigh, âYou canât lie. Unlike N,â his eyes finally caught her desperate ones. For a moment, he almost felt tyrannical to let the wicked smile pull at his lips. N threw her head back and circled her hips again.
âThatâs it, pretty. Show me how youâd fuck me. Show me how beautiful you are.â His tongue trailed a line alongside his thumb, âCome for me.â
Her legs went taut around his shoulders. Her toes dug into his back next to where his wing emerged from. When her stomach sank in, Azriel shoved two fingers inside and held it there as she unravelled with a choked moan.Â
Pure, perverse pride filled his chest as his mate bucked and thrashed at the impact. Azriel was sickâsick at heart, sick in his desires. He never denied it. But it hardly felt a sickness with N trembling with his fingers inside.
Having lived through the horrors he did and committed unspeakable sins over his lifetime, Azriel knew there was no absolution for him. Nor that he cared. He already had his heaven, right there, in front of him, basking in the afterglow of pure pleasure.
He nuzzled his nose into her thigh to steal a little more warmth from her exhausted body. He brushed his cheek against her, closing his eyes, savouring the moment before his primal need destroyed the only person he loved the most. He hummed satisfied, pressing the lightest of kisses to her skin, his pathetic attempt to atone for the wicked he unleashed upon her. His heart should cower in shame and guilt, yet it swelled with love and hunger.
His name, whispered once, tore his attention from his perverted thoughts. He never cared for what he was called. But in her sweet voice, a sacred chant uttered in the confines of their chamber, he liked no word more than his own name. His shadows answered her call, smoothed over her sweat-covered body apologising for their masterâs sadism, burning her skin with their delicate coolness. Some mercy, for they were no better than him.
Azriel brushed a thumb along her cheek gathering her tears away, a tender kiss placed in their stead. He smiled like a gentle lover. He parted her lips with his fingers soaked in her essence and slid them past her teeth.
With hooded eyes, N looked up at the male who sought the remnants of her soul clinging to her body and sucked on the tips. Her tongue rivalled the wetness between her legs. She was a true seductress.
Azriel lapped at his fingers and the lips sheathing them alike, tasting her whole at once, embracing the insanity he fought to stave off for so long. Even when he slipped his fingers out of her mouth, even when he pressed his body onto hers, even when he lined himself to her welcoming heat, he didnât break the kiss like her lips were his only tether to reality.
N stilled beneath him. Another tear slipped from the corner of her beautiful eyes. Azriel was cruel, but he was capable of loving his mate right. He wrapped a hand around her shoulder and smoothed a palm over her hip. He inched in slowly into her pulsing cunt, âGive me one more, love. Just one. For me?âÂ
His mate, ever merciful, nodded. The adoration that flowed through the golden string between their hearts reflected in her eyes. âPlease,â she said breathlessly, âplease, Azriel. I want to touch you.â
The one whose dangerous hands slit throats of the most feral of males and females with grace asked to touch him so sweetly. How could he deny anything to her?
His shadows didnât wait for his instructions. They released her arms and slid over to the skin their master left unattended, staking their claim on her body. Azriel reined them back only to lose control again. She made him jealous of his own shadows, ones meant to serve him, ones who forgot their place around her.
A long sigh pulled his focus back to her. Too exhausted to hold him like she always did, N ran her hands along his sides. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too.â Azriel lifted her thigh higher and wrapped it around his waist ripping a whine from her throat. He did miss her. He missed everything about her. Her raw devotion to him, her pure heart, her unconditional love.
As he moved deeper and deeper still, he felt it. The echo of a song he knew too well, one of love and longing that kept them connected through the times of separation. Beyond the familiarity of its thrum, he recognised something else.
Like catching a flicker of light after being lost in the dark for long. Like the first time he gained control of the darkness he was born with. Like the first time he tasted his freedom. In her arms, everything made sense. His breaths strained.
Tears flowed freely from her eyes. âI missed you,â There was a tremor in her voice. Azriel soothed her with his own declarations but she shook her head, âDonât make me leave you again. Please, I canât live like this anymore. I canât, not without you.â
Azriel always believed he loved her more than she could love him in her lifetime. His petty display of jealousy and temper, a proof of his love. What an arrogant fool. His heart ached for failing to truly see his belovedâs feelings for him, how deep it ran in her veins, how it destroyed her while it breathed life into him.
He pulled her close, enveloping her in his comfort, and his wings draped around them.
âPromise me, Azriel.â She closed her eyes, âPlease.â
âIâm here now,â he caressed her cheek. He left kisses on her forehead, eyes, cheeks, and finally on her lips. âIâm here. Iâm with you, love. Iâm here.â And at those words, N let go one last time leading him to his release.
Azriel left his shaking mate in the bed with a kiss when he came back to his senses to draw a bath. He stood by the door of her bathroom and watched his shadows tickle the skin below her ear. A light chuckle escaped her lips as more chased her hand. It was a sight he was used to and missed dearly.
N smiled at him as he carried her in his arms. Her body shivered at the first touch as Azriel lowered her into the tub. She tugged at his wrist, and he joined in. She leaned her back into his chest and closed her eyes. The water washed her exhaustion away while his hands massaged her tender flesh. Her eyes struggled to stay open and she sank deeper against him. As he dried her tenderly after, she watched him with an easy smile.
Azriel carried her out to the bedroom and paused. Fresh sheets lined her bed. Sweet fragrance of jasmine lingered in the air. Lit candles stood on windows and her desk. Moonlight streamed past the drawn curtains. His shadows failed to notice, too lost in her as he was.
âI told you they were watching,â N said, her voice quiet and tired.Â
He eased her into the bed and pulled a blanket over her legs. He traced the marks of red on her stomach and between her breasts, marring her pristine skinâstill a masterpieceâcomplete, perfect. âDo you think theyâll let me near you again after seeing what Iâve done?â He couldnât stop the smile that cruelly tugged at his mouth.
N groaned, throwing a hand over her eyes. âIâm pretty sure Mother Aarzu is already dissecting how you wrecked me for her next seduction lesson.âÂ
âWell then,â Azriel laid beside her and pulled her to his chest, âIâm willing to contribute more to these lessons. They sound very necessary.â
She glared from behind her hand. âMock all you want but your brothers are worse. I bet Rhysand was listening to your thoughts the whole time. And they are already planning on ways to taunt you.â
Azriel lifted a brow. He opened his mouth to defend his ability to guard his thoughts when his brotherâs laughter echoed in his mind. âYour shields are pathetic when sheâs around. They went down the moment her lips were on you.â N flinched in his arms and he knew his brother invaded her mind as well for his next words, âThanks for the show. Quite an. . .inspiration.â
N scoffed, âI donât know why we do it behind closed doors.â Her words had his mind conjure ideas already. A frown appeared between her brows. She looked at him sharply when she felt a hardness pressing into her hip, âWeâre not doing that.â
Azriel laughed aloud. Something he hadnât done in a while after he sent his mate away. âAnything my wife wants,â he teased. He cradled her face against his chest and kissed her eye. âAnything you want.â
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The Shadowsinger: Six
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. More angst, ACOTAR series spoilers. If I forgot anything, please let me know!
Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader, a little bit of Cassian x Reader
Summary: You go to Rita's with the IC and try to make Az jealous.
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Mor picked out a dark violet shirt that cut low to your chest and tight to your waist, with black pants that flare at the bottom. You paired with sensible black boots because you refused to wear the heels she offered.
Still, you had to admit that Mor had exquisite taste when it came to clothing. And you looked good.
You let half your hair down, soft curls falling from whatever Mor put in your hair earlier, and the other half was braided back.
If Azriel didnât talk to you after tonight, you would be okay with not speaking with him either. No matter the almost constant tug to gain his attention when he was around you. Or your shadows whispering âGo to Himâ every single time he was in the House.
You didnât want to go to him. He didnât want anything to do with you. So you would go out with your friends, and Azriel, tonight and then settle on what to do about your internal feelings after that. After you got very very drunk. Especially if you would have to deal with hateful Illyrians for the next two weeks. The only one you liked being Cassian, who was probably the complete opposite of hateful. He would probably be preoccupied with said hateful Illyrians.
Since you didnât want to risk your outfit or hair getting ruined by the wind, you flew Mor up past the wards of the House and let her winnow you both to Ritaâs. You could hear the music playing as you waited for the rest of them to get here. Mor tugged you inside before they arrived.
âCassian mentioned what you said about Azriel to him.â She said as she made her way over to a booth in the corner.
âYou should know, he often doesnât warm up to those he doesnât know⊠even more so than before.â She said. âSo if he doesnât speak to you, that might be why.â
âYou know, it doesnât bother me.â It definitely did. âAnd I couldnât care less if he warms up to me or not.â You could. You could care a LOT less. âIâd just like some basic decency.â That was true.
âJust give him more of a chance. And youâll seeâŠâ she trailed off before noticing the rest of her family entering through the doors.
âYou donât even have drinks yet?â Cassian grumbled and made his way over to the bar, pulling Azriel with him to get the table drinks.
âIâd say weâre evenly fit this evening. Three males and three females. Who gets to dance with Amren?â Mor joked as the two winged males came back with drinks.
âYouâd all be lucky to dance with me.â She said and took the one cup that wasnât made of glass. You could smell the blood from the other side of the table. Rhys mentioned that the owner tended to have Amrenâs favorite âmealâ most times that they came.
Averting your eyes, you took a glass from Cassian and looked towards where some of the other patrons were dancing. âDo no other Illyrians live here?â You asked and turned towards the table. âWeâre the only three with wings.â I said.
âItâs still a secret to everyone, even the Illyrians. They all think we live in the palace in Hewn City.â Rhys said. âAnd the Court of Nightmares doesnât care where we go when we arenât in the palace.â He said and smiled a bit.
âRight, I suppose that makes sense.â You said and sipped on your drink, smiling when the table erupted in conversation. Eventually, Mor pulled you up to dance and you laughed. You werenât much of a dancer, and you certainly knew that you looked ridiculous. But you were here to have fun tonight. So, wings tucked in, and shadows swirling around you as you swayed, thatâs what you did. Mor and you made your way further into the crowd, finding your own companions to dance with. Cassian eventually joined in and stole both of you away to dance, and also gave you more drinks.
All the while, Azriel was sulking in the booth, watching the two females he couldnât express his feelings to have a good time. With his brother. Rhys got up and grabbed Azriel by the elbow. âYou donât get to brood. Come on, weâre all having fun tonight. Even Amrenâs dancing.â He said and pulled Azriel out of the booth.
âIâm not brooding,â Azriel mumbled, his eyes drifting over to you as you danced beside Cassian. âIâm just not in the mood to dance.â He said.
âBecause youâve got an itch that you refuse to scratch?â Rhys teased and nudged him towards the dance floor. âTalk to her. Or someone. Just donât bring our mood down⊠if you donât say something soon, she might go home with someone else.â He said before he waved a hand, joined the others, and grabbed Morâs hand to twirl her around.
Cassian slung his arm around your shoulders and leaned down. âYou want to make the other Shadowsinger jealous?â He murmured in your ear. You turned towards him. If anyone outside the Inner Circle would look at you, theyâd think you were together.
âWhat do you have in mind?â You asked and trailed your fingers slowly up his arm, resting it on his shoulder.
âHmm⊠can I trust you to follow my lead?â He asked and glanced over to the band, nodding his head. Like they knew exactly what he was planning.
âI supposeâŠâ You said with a small smirk.
And just like that, Cassian had his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. He had a good few inches on you, just a few short of a foot. The way his hands roamed your body made you second guessing if he was actually trying to make Azriel jealous, or was just trying to seduce you. You liked Cassian, but he was much more of a big brother type than anything else.
Still, you swayed your body to the music, hands going over his biceps, shoulders, and up to his hair. You made sure you kept on a sultry smirk, and looked him dead in the eyes. It was a mischievous look to him, but to anyone else it would look like lust. To the other Shadowsinger, hopefully.
And you kept at it, messing with each other all night as you downed drink after drink. Eventually, you leaned against Cassian, more because you couldnât exactly stand upright than because you were trying to be close to him.
Youâd gotten so caught up in your scheme you didnât see Azriel storm off about an hour earlier. He most certainly did not have a good time tonight watching you practically mount his brother. The one that every woman he liked chose over him.Â
Of course, you also didnât notice he was gone. While you stumbled your way up the town home walkway into the home itself with Cass, Rhys, and Mor, it was the latter who brought up the brooding male.
âWhereâs Az?â She said and looked over her shoulder.
âLeft a while ago.â Rhys merely drawled as he stumbled in the house, then winnowed up to his own bedroom.
âOf course.â You mumbled as Cassian let you go so you could crash on the couch. âI donât think our plan worked.â You said, taking a glass of water that appeared on the table.
âPlan? You two werenât trying to grope each other all night because you wanted in the otherâs pants?â Mor asked, slumping against the chair.
âNo. Azriel doesnât want to talk to me so I wanted to show him what he was missing.â You said, leaning your head back on the arm of the couch.Â
âI think we did too good of a job⊠Az might get a little jealous, but I shouldâve remembered that when it comes to me⊠it tends to dig deeper.â Cassian said and looked at Mor.
âIf heâs here in the morning, Iâm going to say something. I think. I might have a horrible headache and not get out of bed till noon⊠also⊠where is my bed? I havenât slept here.â You said and sat up, the living room spinning for a few moments.
âCome on,â Cassian said and stood up, holding out his arm for you to take. You stood up, bracing yourself with his arm as you did. You let out a giggle when he picked you up over his shoulder.
âCass!â You squealed.
âYou canât walk, you can barely stand.â He said, swaying himself as he made his way up the stairs.
âIf you drop me, Iâll gut you.â You said and let him carry you up the stairs, your head still spinning.
âIf you vomit on me, Iâll gut you.â He teased back. You looked up and could see Mor trailing behind you, laughing as you exchanged retorts.
It wasnât every day that someone new was accepted into their group. But here you were, bantering with Cassian as if youâd been a part of their family for years. She knew that youâd been a support for Rhys when he was Under the Mountain, so maybe you had been a part of the family longer than she had thought. They just didnât know it until now.
And Mor liked you. She could also sense Azrielâs shift from longing after her to you. It was odd. Not having to have Cassian act as a buffer between her and Az because she couldnât muster courage to tell him the truth. To let him down. But now maybe this would change that. Maybe she could finally tell them.
Unless Azriel didnât move, unless he kept avoiding you. She would have to talk to him. See what was going on in that shadowy mind of his. Ask why heâs been ignoring you when you seemed so right for him. If the shadows didnât swirl around you, if you didnât disappear in the dark just as Azriel did, she wouldnât think you were a Shadowsinger. After the first week of you being brought here, you were bright. You had such a new view on things, wanting to learn more about what youâd been sheltered from your whole life. Every time you came from training with Cassian, your smile was bigger. And Mor admired it. She knew youâd been through so much, much more than Mor felt like sheâs been through herself, but you were still so happy to have this new life. If you werenât, Mor couldnât tell.
It was for that reason that Mor thought you were perfect for Azriel. You were strong, and everything thatâs been thrown at you has only made you stronger. Azriel needed that. Heâs gotten through so much, from his childhood to the Illyrian training to the war. But he sulks in his shadows, where you shine in them. Mor knew he needed someone who could pull him out and make him see that there was more to this life than just pain and suffering. You could give that to them.
Maybe you would really talk to him tomorrow before you left for Windhaven. Or maybe youâd start ignoring him and bound the two of you to years of pining without actually doing anything. Mor hoped that wasnât the case. She didnât want to see Azriel go further into the shadows and avoid the female he cares about again. And she didnât want that for you either. You both deserved to be happy. Hopefully together.Â
The next morning you woke up, your mouth laden with dryness and your head pounding. You had to go to Windhaven this afternoon. If it was even still the morning. You turned in your bed, groaning at the light. Your shadows immediately covered the open window when you flicked your hand towards it. Being a hungover Shadowsinger had its perks.Â
How did you even get into this bed? You were in the town home, which surprised you since youâd never spent a night here. Youâd barely had dinner here yet. And when did you change into a nightgown? You never wore nightgowns.Â
âYou got that from me,â you heard from the door, groaning as light poured in. You went to move your shadows but stopped when you saw Mor. âI gave you the nightgown last night. You changed rather quickly before passing out on the bed. You still had your boots on.â She said and smiled. âCome on, weâve got a tonic thatâll make you feel better in an hour. You need food too.â She said and new clothes appeared on the dresser.Â
âTen minutes. Azrielâs downstairs, so prepare yourself for that.â She said before turning and shutting the door.Â
You sighed and rolled out of your bed, drinking the water that appeared at your night stand. You stretched out your wings as well as your body, and then went into the bathing room to freshen up. Once you had changed and put your hair in a loose braid, you padded down the stairs. The shadows and lightness of your feet covering you when you entered the room. Azrielâs eyes were on you immediately, though no one else seemed to notice your presence yet.Â
âHave a fun night with the commander?â He snapped and heat rose to your neck. Who did he think he was to ask about your night? He was the one who left and didnât do anything about it!Â
Deciding to push your anger (and pettiness) aside, you gave him a sly smirk. âI had a fun night with my friends. Not that you came close enough to experience it.â You said, sliding into a chair next to Rhys.Â
Azriel looked at you for a few moments before you heard a near whisper of a growl from his throat.Â
âPlay nice,â Rhys warned, looking over to Azriel.Â
You took the tonic that appeared in front of you so you could get rid of the pounding in your head. Your shadows might have been swirling around your eyes just to keep the sun from hitting you too brightly.Â
âWhen do we leave for Windhaven?â You asked after downing the tonic, then dug into the breakfast in front of you. Everyone was at the table today. You realized this was the first morning youâd spent at the town home. And you liked it.Â
âAt noon. And weâll work on your training once weâre there. Itâll be good for the females to see you do well. And for the males to understand that females can do good as well.â Cassian answered.Â
You hummed and listened to the rest of them fall into conversation. You glanced over to Rhys and frowned, seeing his eyes glow with what looked like agony. You lowered your shields enough to speak to him.Â
âI know youâre listening. Whatâs wrong?â You asked mind to mind, keeping your eyes on your food. You felt him glance over to you for a moment before his eyes went to where he was looking before.Â
âSomethingâs come up in the Spring Court. Something is wrong with Feyre.â He answered and you hid your frown as you took a sip of water.Â
âWrong? Sheâs gone through hell and sheâs a newly anointed High Fae. Is she okay? Hurt?â You tried to calm him, but your shadows whispered to you that he was worried. You never understood how they could tell a person's emotions. Sometimes they couldnât, but if it was strong enough, you supposed they could sense it.Â
âHurting. And Tamlin is letting her waste away.â He trailed off and then cleared his throat before joining in on the conversation in front of him.Â
If you had the abilities that Azriel had, you would send your shadows to check on her. Tell them to report back to see if she was okay. But they couldnât go as far as the Spring Court. They couldnât even go as far as Illyria.Â
Of course, under Amarantha, you winnowed anywhere you needed to. The villagers or enemies knew you well enough by the shadows to determine who you were. And what you needed to know.Â
You were never very good at getting information out of the villagers, but a lot of them were so afraid of the stories that spread of you they gave it up immediately. You hated that you were so feared that they didnât even try to lie to you. Like you had Rhyâs ability to destroy their minds. Your shadows could only tell you so much⊠and when they didnât tell you enough, Amarantha made you torture them. Thatâs where the stories came from. Thatâs what most of your nightmares were rooted in too.Â
So you could only hope that one day, Azriel would teach you how to use your shadows properly. Maybe you could learn how to use them for good. And not for spying. Not for torture. For helping people.Â
For so many years, they were used to help you survive with loneliness. And then to help you and your family survive Amarantha⊠But now both of those things were drifting away and you were afraid that your shadows soon would too. They would leave you because you no longer needed them. Or at least, thatâs what you were afraid of. They were a comfort you didnât think you ever wanted to let go of. You hoped that you never had to. All the books you found about Shadowsinger, none of them helped you understand your powers more. Thatâs why you wanted to talk to Azriel. Wanted to train with him. He had a grip on them much more than you did.Â
Soon enough your headache was gone and you were in your leathers, a large coat over back covered the top. It was from Mor, who said you would need it. Even if the early winter was still mild in Velaris, it was going to be worse in Illyria.Â
You knew that, of course, but you took the coat anyway. You knew it would be helpful. You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder, protesting when Rhys took it and put it in that pocket between realms.Â
âI can take my own stuff.â You said and nudged him. He gave you a sly smile and shrugged.Â
âYou donât have to. Plus, youâll be visiting Lord Devlon first. You donât need the bag with you.â He said simply.Â
âIs Azriel going to grace us with his presence at all while we are in Windhaven?â You asked, looking at Rhys.Â
Rhys gave you something reminiscent of a sad smile, if he didnât have a scheming glint in his violet eyes. âMaybe, but probably not.â He said. âI do have him doing his spying. Heâs been in Velaris for 50 years. Heâs got a few things needing to be reestablished.â He said.Â
You hummed and spotted Cassian standing at the door talking to Mor. âYou really trust me enough to go there?â You asked. âAnd be an emissary? What if Iâm horrible?â You asked.Â
âThere is no doubt in my mind that you are capable of handing every male in that camp their asses.â Rhys winked. âAnd youâre a Shadowsinger. Devlon might even be upset that I didnât send you right to him to train⊠but you wonât be training there. Not unless you want to.â He said.Â
You snorted. âGods no⊠Iâm going to be miserable enough training there when Iâm with Cass⊠without him, I donât know what Iâd do.â You said and spotted at the bottom of the stairs, looking at Rhys. âThanks for believing in me.â You said.Â
âThank you for believing in me. Not many people will understand your allegiance with me.â He said.Â
âDamn them, then,â You said. âYouâre the only High Lord I know that truly did everything he could to help his people. And I donât know what they were like before the war, but the news ones⊠they are nothing like you, Rhysand.â You said and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. âTheyâll never even reach the level of respect I have for you.â You said and smiled before stepping back.Â
âAlright, Cass, letâs get going before I change my mind.â You said and held out your hand for Mor to take. You werenât entirely sure where Windhaven was, so Mor would winnow you there first.Â
âSee you in two weeks, my Lord.â You teased and shot Rhys a wink before Mor winnowed you and Cassian to Windhaven.
A/N: I like this chapter a lot, other than Az being stupid and not saying anything. But alas, we need the angst...
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Shadow and Flame pt 2
Azriel X Reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of burns
A/N: thank you for making me feel so welcomed into this realm of fanfiction. Requests are also open. I'm writing part 3 as we speak.
Part One
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A month had passed since that encounter, wreaking havoc on Azriels mind. Feyre redrew you once Lucien bolted away, the drawing now rarely separated from Azriels pocket. Lucien had dodged the Inner Circle for the majority of the month, only giving audiences to the High Lord and Lady in strict confidence and on the condition that they wouldn't mention his outburst.
Lucien left such a meeting in River House late one evening, balancing a tall stack of notes as he strode down the pathway. A scarred hand met the side of the papers dead on, sending them fluttering all over the garden.
âAzriel! For fuck sake, uncalled for!â Lucien stooped to gather the papers that laid in arms reach, Azriels boot landing square on top of a stack.Â
âWho is she Lucien?â
âI don't know what you're talking aboutâ he batted the boot back, gathering what he could and snapping a finger at the rest, all of them stacking themselves neatly at his feet again.
âYes you doâ Azriel seethed, kicking the stacked papers back again.
âSeriously Azriel, these are confidential!â
âJust like that female it would seemâ Lucien sighed in reply to him
âI justâŠit's just not important who she is, trust m-â Azriels loud clear laugh cut across him.Â
âLucien please don't make such ridiculous statements, I have no trust in youâ Azriels tone switched almost eerily to cold again. Lucien thought to himself that statement was precisely why he wouldn't tell him who you were. They had no trust.Â
âYou do not want to spend time on this female, she will never be yours or anyone's, I -â
âAh so a failed courting with another Fae is the source of your silence?â Lucien glared at Azriel as if to explode his mind with his one russet eye.Â
âRich coming from you Shadowsingerâ Azriel couldn't help himself, he shoved Lucien back where he stood for his comments before catching hold of his jacket and hauling him forward to him again.Â
âWho is she?â He gritted out between his teeth.
âShe's not Elain and that's what still matters to you deep downâ Azriel dropped Lucien's collar in almost shock at his boldness, a smugness grew across Lucien's face.Â
âNow if you'll excuse me Shadowsinger, I have to pay someone a visitâ he snapped his fingers once again, the papers folding in on one another into a neat cube, easily fit inside his jacket pocket.
âSo not only do you know who she is, you know where she isâ heat radiated from Azriel.
âInformation for those who trust me it seemsâ Lucien left with a wide grin, enjoying the upper hand on the Illyrian, winnowing out before he could be caught again by him.Â
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You lounged across the deep amber sofa of your study, a book of maps weighing heavy on your lap. Your eyes landed on a blank northern territory you knew to be Valeris, a small smile growing on your face as you traced it with your finger.Â
âY/N!â Your body almost vibrated as Luciens voice echoed through the door. You were mentally cursing yourself as you rushed to tidy your books.
âYes Lucâ you batted your eyelashes at him after opening the door of the study allowing him in.
âDon't Luc me! Care to tell me where you've been?â he slammed the door behind him.
âI don't care to tell you that at allâ you slowly sank back into the sofa, his russet eye cutting into you.Â
âY/N, I know where you've been and that you were seenâ
âA minor inconvenienceâÂ
âThe Shadowsinger is not a minor inconvenience, he's infatuated with youâ
âHe is?â You feigned school girl excitement at the idea of it even though deep down you didn't believe all of the acting was fake. Lucien paced in front of you almost frantically.
âLuc, you worry yourself grey, I have no intention of being seen againâ
âGood, I forbid itâ
âYou forbid it?â You raised an eyebrow, a hand going to your hip as you stood again.
âYes, you are not to go to Velaris, you are not to be around the Night Court or its members and you are to stay here in Autumn where you don't cause me headachesâ he dug deep into his temple trying to calm his energy back to earth.Â
âCareful, you're beginning to sound like Fatherâ he huffed out at this, throwing himself down on the sofa, eyes landing on the vast maps before him. Stars littered across the topography, all indications of where you had visited. He buried the sad smile growing on his face, the places you had gone that you never thought you'd see, the freedom his sacrifices had afforded you.Â
âAnd hide these, Father will have you married off to the next fool he sees if he sees these travelsâ you scoffed, rolling the map up and sending it away in controlled flames.Â
âHe'll have me married off soon regardless of these, I might as well get it over with nowâ
âNonsense YN, he is preoccupied with our wonderful siblings coming for his throat. I will keep you from that as long as I canâ your face softened, you knew he didn't believe his own words so how could you.Â
The only daughter of the Court of Autumn, a hushed away kept secret to everyone but those who lived and worked in the manor, a pawn for later use. A secret weapon as your father referred to you.Â
âEris will free me when he is High Lord, he has sworn, he is just waiting for the correct moment he tells meâŠ.as I rot hereâ you sighed, moving to the window of the study, the colours of Autumn painting the scene in front of you.Â
âI will be the one to save you-â
âYOU HAVE LEFT ME! TWICE! I do not trust your words, they only have sway in your precious Spring and Night Courtâ you whipped around to your brother, closing the distance once again as he stood in reaction, your small flames dancing around your feet ready to bite.Â
âYN-â
âNo, go now, run along to your freedom while I steal away moments in flame. You've issued your ultimatum, run along Emissaryâ you said it like the swear it was to you. Enough you had had enough, vanishing into flame leaving your brother to his own thoughts once again.Â
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Azriel sat atop a mountain's rocky ground, looking down at Valeris, taking a deep drink from his canteen, instantly refilling itself again with cold water. His eyes sinking in on themselves, world-weary from his hunt for you. He expanded past Valeris and deep into the Night Court and beyond with no avail. He had begun to believe it was all an illusion. The chill of the growing night encapsulated him as he struck a match off the bottom of his shoe and threw it into some dried wood of a long forgotten fire pit. He had come here so often before with his brother's before their mates entered the scene. Night after night under the stars talking and fighting and messing around, a time lost to his youth now. A chill ran through his wings as he turned his back to the fire, splaying them to bask in the heat as he deeply exhaled releasing weeks of stress from his lungs.Â
âNice wings bat boyâ Azriel leapt up to his feet with eye watering speed, his wings once again safely tucked in as he span in warrior stance to the voice behind him. You put your hands up in truce giving a small laugh at the sight of him, trying to not let your breath hitch at the pure beauty of him in flame light.Â
âYouâ
âMeâ you smiled at his wide eyes.Â
âHow did you get here, why are you here?âÂ
âAlways the questions with you Shadowsinger, I heard you're infatuated with me, wanted to make your evening and as for how I got here, I don't feel like divulging that just yet to youâ you smiled. His eyes fixated on you, as if afraid to blink because you'd disappear. You didn't know this is where you would land when you jumped into flame earlier. You just wanted somewhere safe. Your brother's words had sent your blood boiling.Â
You stalked around the fire pit, watching the flames leap up to meet your ankles, wishing to feel at home with you as you gave an empathetic smile to them. You kicked in some more kindling gently and it burst as if in thanks to you.Â
âI am not infatuated with youâ Azriel spoke slowly and unsure of himself, a strange feeling for him. He watched you move back again from the fire pit as if to turn and go again.
âOkay then maybe Ill just g-â
âNo!â He cut across too eager and mentally cursed himself out for showing his cards. You gave a small laugh to him, your eyes dipping to the fire and back to find him gone from the spot.
âYou're not the only one that can move with easeâ he came suddenly next to you with a grin, startling you slightly.Â
âAh yes your famous moves, known all overâ your heart fluttered slightly at his close proximity, widening his grin. Maybe this was a mistake, ever so slight panic rising in you.
âDon't go, you have that look in your eye againâ his words caught you off guard, was he in your head? You didn't think that a power he possessed.Â
âI go where I pleaseâÂ
âSo it seemsâ his face glowed in the flame, almost beckoning you in closer to him. Mere inches from touching, Azriels skin felt alight with fire. Who were you? Why wouldn't you tell him?Â
âTell me your nameâÂ
âI already told you that I'd have to kill you thenâ
âThen so be itâ his scared hand caught hold of your wrist, sending alarm bells through you mind. Go go go they screamed. You glanced quickly at the flame, Azriel again seemingly reading your mind, mapping your movement. He grabbed the canteen on his hip and doused the fire out, it's hissing like screaming in your ears. You jolted back from him in almost anger. You were trapped on this mountain with the infamous Shadowsinger, revered for his ruthlessness and yet you felt as though he wouldn't hurt you as you were both plunged into darkness of the woods.
âNow, tell me your name and I'll relight itâÂ
âFine, I'm tiring of this game, it's Y-â
âYN!!!â Your head whipped around in the direction of pure male rage coming from the woods behind you. Any and all ounce of ease drained along with the colour in your face. You looked at the doused fire for any semblance of remaining flame to find it snuffed out. Azriel couldn't hide his alarm and disgust at the way the male said such a beautiful name in such a disgusting way.
âGo Azriel quick!â
âNo!â You shoved him back at his protest, the shouting males voice growing in volume at the closing in proximity.
âWho is that!?â He watched the fear in your copper eyes come to life before you reached for his hand, pulling him down deep into the woods. He dug his heels deep into the softened moss stopping you dead in your tracks.
âI do not run from confrontation YâŠ.YNâ you loved the way your name sounded from him, soft and delicate, almost loved, almost giving new meaning to your name.Â
âPlease Azriel, he'll kill me if he finds me here, especially with youâÂ
âNo one will harm you while you're with me-â
âIt's when I'm not with you that he'll hurt meâ you couldnt hide the tremble in your voice, Azriels eyes softened, the shouting of your name echoing through the woods filling the space.Â
âCome with meâ Lucien winnowed from seemingly nowhere alongside the two of you giving you both a fright, annoyance and haste written across his face. You instinctively dropped Azriels hand, he instantly missed you there, he replaced your hand with Truth Teller, angled at Lucien.
âShe goes no where without meâ he bit.
âWe don't have time for this Azriel. Come YN, I felt your terror-â
âHow?â Azriel cut across him, fears raising, had they a bond? Had Lucien two mates he thought. The thought sent his anger building.
Fire flowed through the trees, burning through a patch towards the three of you. You felt ill at the sight of your Father's flames.Â
âMeet me at the townhouse Azriel, we can discuss this little rendezvous there, she comes with meâ his harsh tone cut into Azriel before Lucien caught you roughly and tried to winnow away.Â
âAzriel, go, I'll be okay with Lucienâ Azriel hated the sight, the feelings of uselessness but your tone of self assuredness gave him some comfort.
âFine but she ends up hurt Emissary and you'll never feel more regret in your lifeâ he bit, dissolving into shadow.Â
âLucien, we have to split up. You know he'll be harder on me if youre with me, go!â You shoved him and to your surprise he listened, winnowing out as your father approached. He left you again, he would always leave you.Â
An idea coming to you at the sight of your father's flames finally catching up to you. You dived. Dived into the crucifying pain of this flame, your portal out. Normally comfort was found by you in fire but not this flame, it split through you, trying to strangle you as you made your way through its thick thorn like tendrils.Â
You didn't know where it was bringing you, pulling against it to not go where it wanted you. This fire was not your friend, this fire was there to smother you. You needed out. Out. Out. You reached through its molasses like texture for any way but the way it tried to drag you.
Your body landed with a thud on the steps alongside the lanterns that lit the garden path. Your flesh cracked and split along every inch. You were seized with pain, no idea if you had avoided risk or fallen into somewhere worse. A blood curdling screech made its way through your damaged ears. Elain screamed blue murder from the mouth of the garden, dropping her water can to splash everywhere, it's soothing waters not quite making it to you. You only remember the feeling of soothing scarred frantic hands reaching for you. Then darkness.Â
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His little sister
Summary: Azriel point of view of the things you do as Rhysands little sister (This should be read only after reading all in a days work and knock before you enter otherwise it probably won't make any sense as you need the know what happened in the other two for this to make sense )
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Note: Hello! For a while I was stumped on how to continue the little sister series so boom! I present to you Azriel's pov. I would love to hear what you guys think about having things from this perspective also! please don't be shy and let me know!
The playful touches and not so subtle glances across the room paired with the seductive bit of your lip as it lifts into a forbidden smile is not lost upon the spymaster of the night court. In fact everything you did never went unnoticed by him. As Rhysands little sister he was more or less forbidden from having any relationship with you that was purely platonic or sibling-like. Much to the high lord's irritation, once you learned of the rules set in place for the general and the shadow singer, you had made it your own personal mission to see just how much you could get away with. Just how far could you bend the rules before your older brother snapped?Â
Azriel was well aware of the game you played in hopes of causing your brother a small amount of distress. Unfortunately for him, he respected his high lord and his wishes to much to counter your advances with some of his own but that doesnât mean he canât help you accomplish your lifes works of making your brother rub his temples with a long sigh and a shot of whiskey or which ever bottle of alcohol appeared before him first.Â
It had been just a few short weeks after your fifteenth birthday when you had learned about the guidelines Rhys had set for the two other males in your family. Being told what to do never sat well with you, neither did being told who you can and canât do things with. At first your reaction was to find your brother and argue with him until he couldnât think straight but when you were on the way to his office you bumped into your favorite member of the bat boys. Azriel was leaning against the wall of Rhysands office waiting for his meeting with Helion when you were stuck with a brilliant idea. âAz?â his hazel eyes shifted from the dark oak doors to where you stood in the middle of the hall. âYes?â as soon as the word had left his mouth he knew you were up to something. It was the way your eyes lit up in excitement and you shuffled over to him with hurried steps. Huddled close to his body you beaconed him to lean down so you could whisper in his ears. Wordlessly he follows your commands. âWould you like to help me make Rhys question why he was blessed with being my brother?âÂ
The sly smile and trouble that brewed in your eyes was enough to get him to say yes. Not like he could ever say no to you in the first place but that wasnât important. From that moment on he would allow you to flirt with him and crawl into his lap with no rejection. This drove Rhysand up a wall. He said that they could not try to flirt with you but you never said anything about it being the other way around and you had taken full advantage of that each and every single time the opportunity presented itself.Â
Family dinners amongst the inner circle were never an uncommon thing but since everything that transpired over the last fifty something years had the family dinners becoming a more common tradition. After dinner talks and catching up had been moved to the living room. Silently Azriel sat by himself, listening to his family talk. Perfectly content with listening rather than speaking. While Cassian went on this third rant about why he was certain that he could fight Bryaxis, if and big if here, they werenât so scary looking, when you had gotten up from where you were sat next to Mor on the floor. He watched as you left the room and not even a second later his shadows informed him that you were getting another wine.Â
His attention shifted from his brother onto you when you had reentered the room with a glass full of wine and strutted over to him and made yourself comfortable in his lap. Az would never admit it but the feeling of your arm draped over his shoulder and playing with his hair was one of his favorite feelings in the world. As your body leaned into his, the temperate difference between the two of you became very apparent to the shadowsinger. Without thinking he placed his much warmer hand on your freezing and goosebump covered leg to help warm you back up. The slit in your dress had done nothing to help keep you warm.Â
Without saying anything he watched as his brother marched his way over to where you had chosen to sit, also known as Azriels lap. He watched as Rhys reached his hand out in hopes of pulling you off of closest friend and he watched as Rhysands face morphed into one of confusion to anger as Azriels wings furled around you to keep your brother from grabbing you from him. If there was one thing that the shadowsinger knew with one hundred percent certainty, it was that you could handle yourself. The context didnât matter, you could always handle yourself. So while you and your brother went back and front he mindlessly began to rub comforting circles where his hand had found purchase on your leg. And once Rhysand had made his way back to his mate, he had leaned down and pressed his lips against your hairline. âYou are a menaceâ giggling you smile up at him before shrugging and taking a sip of your forgotten wine.Â
Visiting the court of nightmares was never something that brought Azriel much joy. More often than not he was watching for any threats against his high lord's life, now he had to worry about his high lady also. It wasnât as if Azriel wasnât capable of handling such a task but when you had revealed that you would also be in attendance, it brought Azriel another level of stress. He knew that you could handle the court politics and the volleyball of words sent back and forth with hidden messages. Hell you had even been trained by all three males and Morrgian. You were more than capable of looking out for yourself but there has always been a part of Azriel that couldnât rest when he knew you could be in danger at any moment.Â
Now the notoriously quiet male, while known for not saying much, always had something to say when it came to you. There was no comment too small that you made that didnât get an answer from Az in return. As you finally made your way down the staircase to your awaiting family Azriel had just about a thousand thoughts and compliments he could give you at any moment. While your brother had a meltdown in the background all Azriel could focus on was you and as you made your way down the last few steps he reached his hand out helping you the rest of the way down. Shamelessly he looked you up and down not caring that your brother just might beat his ass for looking at you in such an outfit. Once his eyes reached your, you sent him a wink and beaming smile. Az could tell that you had wanted to ask him what he thought of your clothing choices but decided that dealing with your brother would be the best idea before he dragged you back up the stairs himself and forced you to change.Â
While at the place of nightmares the shadows that sung to Azriel hung close to his body, only leaving to secretly watch over you and make sure you were ok. For most of the night all was well, at least as well as things can get in the court of nightmares. That was until his shadow came back to inform their master of the predicament that had presented itself to you. He watched from afar as you pushed your way out of the crowd and towards himself. Pushing off of the pillar he was once perched against he made his way towards you. Azâs blood began to boil when he watched the random fae male wrap his arms around your waist and pulled your body into his. In two long strides he was in front of the strange male and yourself, demanding he release his grip on you or he would do it for him. There wasnât a part of Azriel that enjoyed the violence he brings upon those he was tasked with gathering information from but holding truth teller to the male's neck did in fact bring him joy.Â
Upon your release he guided you back to where he was previously standing to make sure you were ok and that the random male didnât inflict any harm to you. After his thorough evaluation of your body met his standards he returned his gaze to meet your and suddenly your cold hand was pressed against his warm cheek and the burn of the two temperatures had never felt so nice before. Once again your hand had found its resting place in his hair and your lips on his and Azriel swore hes never felt something as soft as your lips on his. As soon as your lips had met his, Az knew he was in for a whole world of pain when Rhysand got his hands on him but he couldnât find it in himself to care.Â
Az recently pulled away when he felt the anger of his high lord coming at him with the purpose of making him bow to the power radiating off of Rhysand. âWe should probably get out of here before he kills you.â looking down he saw the mischief twinkling in your eyes and he positive nobody can pull off that look quite like you can. The wink you sent over your shoulder as you grab his hand pulls him out of the trance you had put him in. Willingly Azriel followed your lead out of the ball room while you bumped into his arm periodically. âHonestly he just might kill us both.â he felt you mumble into his shoulder as you hid your face and laughter in his body. Chuckling he couldnât help but agree before winnowing you back to the house of wind.Â
After Rhyand had actually considered beating the shadowsinger to a pulp your usual antics had dwindled in frequency which saddened Azriel more than he was willing to admit. During training you kept clear of him in case your brother didnât approve of you even looking in his general direction and it had been almost two weeks since he had last talked to you for more then five minutes and honestly it was starting to drive him crazy. After a family dinner consisting of you, Nesta, Cassiand and himself he finally approached you. âYou're going to the Summer court tomorrow right?â As the resident know-it-all he already knew your answer but he waited nonetheless âYes?â Azriel watches as you place your book in your lap to give him your full attention and he swears he could bask in it forever. âIâm not doing anything for the next week, would you like me to go with you?â The beaming smile you sent him was confirmation enough.Â
That's how he found himself in your room the next morning helping you get ready. You had asked his opinion on basically every piece of your outfit and Azriel had never been so happy to assist someone put together their clothes for the day. After you had pulled all the needed pieces of clothing from your closest you held up the corset you picked for him to see. âIâll need your help putting this on.â And that's how once again Azriel feared Rhys would consider pummeling him once more.Â
Not once during Rhysands withering glare did Azriel stop pulling the strings of your corset until they were tight enough and only then did he gently pull the strings into a bow before removing his hands from your body. After finishing his assigned task Az thought it was best to leave the siblings to deal with each other and he would wait for you on the rooftop to begin your journey to the summer court. Only after he could assume was a long lecture from your older brother on being safe did the two of you join him on the roof. âI swear if a single hair on her head is out of place I will kill you.â As much as Azriel wanted to laugh at the worn out sound of his friend he simply nodded his head before acknowledging what he said.Â
The week in the summer court with you felt more like two days. Any time with you never felt like enough. On the way back Rhysand had talked to him and you that he wanted a debrief before you did anything upon your return. Gently he set you back on the ground once he had landed in front of the river house and he already missed the feeling of your body on his. He really wished and in that moment that he never agreed to those rules Rhysand had set for him and Cassian all those hundred of years ago.Â
The silence that engulfed the room would make anyone who didnât know the two males squirm from how uncomfortable it was, but these two males had dealt with much more stressful problems and had sat in more silence than the average people did. Azriel knew that lately your antic had been pushing the line but he had never stopped you nor had he ever thought too. Mainly because he didnât want you too but also in fear that if he asked you to stop you would never come to him again. âTruly Rhys there is nothing going on between me and your sister. You and I both know she only does this to get under your skin and she does that very well. As long as it bothers you then she will keep doing it. You know this.âÂ
After a long and much needed talk Azriel made his way to the stand outside of the river house collecting a much needed breath of fresh air while he came to terms with his conversation with his oldest friend. A few moments pass before you come waltzing out of the house as if you had accomplished some great mission. âMaybe next time heâll knockâ Azriel knew exactly what you were talking about and couldnât help but laugh at what you said. He didnât need to ask you what you did as the one shadow that always kept you company told him all about what you had just done to your brother and his poor unsuspecting mate. Without another word Azriel scooped you into his arm while pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. Gods he wished this wouldnât be the last time he felt your skin against his lips.
Rhysand had asked him to put a stop to your behavior towards him. Not that you made the shadowsinger uncomfortable, gods no, you could never do that. It was just you were your brother's pride and joy and he refused to let the males he considered his brothers to be the reason your heart broke. Rhysand would never be able to forgive or look at Azriel the same and he knew that. Azriel just wished the golden string tying the two of you together didnât have to be hidden from everyone including you.
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