#Azriel 18+
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just some flowery fun
Pairing: Azriel x fem fairy reader
Word Count: 4.7K
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral fem receiving, p in v, flower sex.
Summary: There's one final fairy custom yet to complete. And it involves, you, Azriel and a flower.
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Azriel found you on the outskirts of a night court meadow, the one where every kind of flower seemed to bloom. It was as if a rainbow had been painted across the land, as shades of coral, emerald and indigo overwhelmed the earth. Amongst all the colour and distraction, he noticed you though. No matter where you were, even if you were hidden, he would always find you. That blush coloured glow you unknowingly emitted, had trapped him like a sirenâs call long ago.Â
Azriel watched you from a distance, crouched down, pulling little mushrooms to put in your basket. He wondered if you were collecting them for dinner or if youâd trade them at the market in the morning.
You looked so beautiful under the evening sun. The beacon in the sky, casting itâs golden hues across the land. The light flickering through your rosy wings that were unfurled behind you.Â
âSorry Iâm late my love,â Azriel spoke softly, his steps crunching through the forest grounds to meet you at the woodland border.
You had already known he was near, if it wasnât that glowing bond that always seemed to tell you when he was close by, it was his little shadows who would often sprint ahead to meet you before their master. The little wisps were already threading their way through your hair, some helping you with your task at hand. Hastily picking the mushrooms and placing them in your basket neatly.Â
There were a few that were also a little impatient at times, perhaps a direct reflection of their master. You always saw his shadows imitating parts of him, parts he tried to keep hidden, even parts he felt embarrassed to show.Â
There was his nurturing side, how he always wanted to take care of you and support you. His shadows would often help you with tasks, or carry your tools for you. There was his playful side, a somewhat rare appearance but his shadows often liked toy and tease you. And of course there was his obsessive side, now only amplified by the mating bondâ and the exact reason why some of his shadows were so desperate for you to see Azriel instantly.Â
The little tendril pulled your hand with a desperate tug as it sensed Azriel near, his voice singing through the trees to reach you. But you didnât relent to its touch, finishing your task at hand as you felt your mate step beside you.
The shadows were like impatient little children, they would learnâ with time.
A gentle smile spread across your lips, your hand coming above your brow to block the sun as you glanced up towards your beautiful mate. The golden hour reflecting off those hazel eyes you loved so much.
âYouâre not late, donât worry,â You reassured him, moving to your feet, your head still craning to look at your Illyrian giant of a lover.
It was only a mere second before Azrielâs arms engulfed you, his wings following suit as they wrapped around protectively. Shadows swirling around in delight that you were both finally reunitedâ youâd have thought by their reaction that it had been days.Â
No, only a mere eight hours.
But you allowed this. Didnât pull away. Because if there was anyone more deserving of these kind of touches, it was Azriel.Â
You would always indulge him, never pull away first.
If he had his way, he would be attached to you at the hip. There were definitely some adjustments that were made when you first came back from your mating trip. Despite the mating frenzy supposedly being over, Azrielâs clinginess never seemed to dissipate. There was something about touching you that calmed him in a way nothing else ever could.
So he actively seeked it out.
It was such an interesting revelation to his family. The usual brooding stoic Shadowsinger, who preferred to accompany a quiet corner of a room or a boring wallâ was quite fond of public displays of affection. Maybe it was the clinginess, or his possessiveness wanting to lay claim for everyone to see, but Azriel couldnât stop touching you.
There were plenty of times your found-family would watch their brother follow you like a lost puppy, hands and shadows always reaching for some skin-to-skin connection.
It was endearing really, and wellâŚyou loved his touch too much to ever reject it.
After a few moments, you felt Azriel press his lips atop of your head, felt him inhale your scent before allowing his wings to unwrap and loosen his grip on you. Although, his hand had found its way to the small of your back, keeping you close while his other hand gently brushed the hair from your face. His fingers softly adjusting the flowers youâd braided into your hair that morning.
With a slight tilt of your chin, your lips brushed against his wrist. Leaving a light kiss across the delicate skin, causing a lazy smile to grow across his tan face. A smile he only ever showed when he felt calm, safe and content.
The meadows were quieter now, evenings were always a little softer. A change in shift patterns meant fewer fairies roamed and of course the day creatures were getting settled for slumber.Â
A breeze flowed that scent of night-chilled air and cedar that could send you into a slumber or a frenzy depending on your mood. You closed your eyes for a moment, to allow yourself to fully embrace that sense. As if the sense of sight might just distract you from its loveliness.
âNowâŚwill you tell me why I had to meet you here? Not that I mind picking you up from work. But I didnât think we were doing this anymore,â Azriel questioned, wondering why you had been so adamant he met you here.
The pad on his thumb trailing across your lashes gently before you fluttered them open again in a hum.
Originally after youâd accepted the bond, Azriel had been insistent on taking you to work, picking you up from work and well⌠not ever leaving your side. It rapidly became apparent that you had a slight problem.Â
Not that you didnât love your mates company, god's no. Azriel was your favourite person to be with. But you were dedicated to your work, in fact a little finicky when it came to itâŚand your prowling possessive mate would sometimes complicate things.
There was also the fact Azriel was skipping his own duties, taking delegating to a whole new level. Not once in his life had he ever delegated his workload to others, but after the mating frenzy he fully embraced it. Something the Spymaster never thought he would do.
But you see Azriel would do anything to spend more time with you.
Including skipping work.
It had taken a long but soft conversation to come to the agreement youâre at now. A lot of hushed disagreements and finally some whispered promises that you would be okay if he wasnât always by your side.
But of course Azriel knew you would be okay. It was he who could barely function without you.Â
You had both settled on a compromise, one you knew Rhys was also incredibly happy with. Especially as the way Azriel was heading, it seemed as though a retirement was a more likely outcome.
Azriel would take you to work, and on every fifth day he was allowed to join you for lunch in the meadows. But, and this was important, you would commute home with your friends, meeting Azriel in the city before coming home.Â
You loved your friends, your community of fairies. This part of your life was so incredibly important to you, and you were so ingrained in the culture that you werenât willing to compromise on it, especially not to satisfy a needyâ sometimes simply hornyâ mate.
He would survive.
Most fairies lived out in the meadows, but some, just like you and Elodie lived in the city. Preferring the hustle and bustle of Velaris.
It wasnât just Rhys, and Elodie who were happy to get more time with their friends again. A lot of your fellow male fairies were extremely pleased and grateful, to not have the deadly Spymaster glaring at their backs while they worked.
It was intimidating for sure, but you couldnât deny that youâd thought it was actually a little attractive. You never told him though, knowing it would have made him throw in the towel and retire right then and there. Choosing to spend the rest of his days as your own personal bodyguard.Â
âHmm oh yes, well there was something I wanted to ask you Az,â
Azriel quirked his brow in question.
âYouâve been so dedicated to embracing my culture and customsâŚbut,â you said with a slight smirk, your fingers trailing down to the daisy chain bracelet that was wrapped around your mateâs wrist.
Your fingers touched him lightly as he peered down at the flowers with a frown.
Had he done something wrong? Perhaps heâd been wearing the flowers incorrectly or not simply not wearing enough? It wasnât a difficult adjustment, just different. Azriel wanted to so desperately fit into your world, that as soon as he noticed not just the females but male fairies wearing flowers everyday, he took it upon himself to try.
Try and incorporate those little buds of colour into his very dark wardrobe.Â
His first attempt, weaving them into his hair caused quite the reaction from his brothers. Rhys and Cassian howling when he came into a meeting one day.
Instead you had started making him jewellery made from flowers, them being a more subtle touch that spoke of the type of mate he had.
As if reading his thoughts, or perhaps heâd pushed it down the bond you spoke quickly. Wanting to reassure him. âYouâve done nothing wrong my love, so far from it in factâŚbut there was something else I wanted us to do togetherâŚâ
âAnything.â Azriel blurted out in a hurry, the word swifting off his tongue like a smoke caught on a breeze.
Anything, anything, anything. His shadows sung in unison.
You chuckled lightly to yourself, at how your beautiful mate would do absolutely anything to please you. You couldnât deny you relished in that a little. The power you held over the oh-so-scary Spymaster. That you could have him crumbling to his knees at just a smile or a please.Â
Or sometimes nothing at all. Sometimes he would wake up and sink himself down on you, muttering whispers like a prayer as he worshipped you with his words, fingers, tongue, coâ.
âReally Azriel? Anything?â The switch in your tone caused goosebumps to rise on azrielâs skin, the sultry melody of your voice sinking into his ears as he watched your lids blink slowly. Your seductive gaze filtering up under your lashes.
He heard the shift, felt the shift, in your tone, body languageâ everything. Something he was well attuned to now. Body pressing deeper against his, you leaning up on your tiptoes, lips only a hot breath away.
The frenzy was long gone, supposedly. Although there wasnât a day that went by that Azriel didnât want youâ didnât have you. He devoured you day and night, sometimes more if he was able to sneak out of work and find you.
In fact, that desire didnât seem to fade at all. Only grew, and you both just became somewhat better at managing it. Actually that was lie. You were good at managing it, Azriel not so much.Â
So whenever you would relinquish that control, Azriel couldnât stop himself. Wouldnât dream of depriving you.
âAnything for you my butterfly, what did you have in mind?â he purred, his hands moving to your hips to press you closer. Heat flaring up under his skin, as he noticed the change in both your scents.
âHmm, you see thereâs this custom for fairies that we have yet to complete. Itâs considered a right of passageâŚâ your own hands had found the collar of his shirt, fingers toying with the material as you glanced away playfully as you spoke. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth lightly, that almost caused Azriel to groan right there and then.
âTell me more about this custom.â
Tilting your head towards the bed of flowers that consumed the meadow, chewing the inside of your cheek as you tried to find the best words, âFor new couples, it is considered tradition to bless the relationship by making love in a flower.â
The notion caught Azriel off guard. His eyes widening ever so slightly, as a faint blush heated his ears. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. Whatever dominating composure he did have, had swiftly slipped away at your words.
âIn a flower?,â he managed to stutter out.
Youâd never seen him like this before.Â
Now Azriel wasnât one to shy away in the bedroom. He wasnât a novice, far from one in fact. And heâd proved that to you in your early months of the mating frenzy. So this rare display of bewilderment and bashfulness was rather endearing.Â
âYes Azriel, I want you to fuck me in a flower. That flower to be specific.â Your slender finger pointed to a pink flower that stood tall beside your willow woven basket on the ground.
Your bluntness caused a stir within him, his gaze darkening slightly as if he finally digested your words.
This was different. Something he hadnât even known existed. He had been very thorough when doing his research on you, but this little custom hadnât been in his books.Â
There was also the factor that your suggestion was veryâŚexposing. Not that Azriel was against being caught, voyeurism was something that had excited him in the past. But perhaps it was that innate carnal desire, the mating frenzyâs grip still tight on him, that Azriel didnât particularly like the idea of someone seeing you.
âOh Azriel, thereâs no need to be so possessiveâŚthereâs no one here.â You teased, a playful glint in your eye as you pulled yourself away from him, hands grazing down his chest and torso lightly before putting some space between you both.
He sometimes hated how transparent he was to you, even without his emotions rippling through the bond. You just always knew. Knew what he was thinking, knew what he was feelingâ always.
âCome join me Az,â you purred, this time not allowing your invitation to even be considered for rejection by the possessive male. âI want you to make love to me right there.â
Azrielâs closed the space between you, he wasnât going to deny his mate.
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Whatever previous misgivings he may have had, were completely gone by the time youâd both dwindled and flown into the flower.
The floret you had chosen was pink and peachy, itâs hues resembling the colours that flickered off your wings in the sunlight. Velvety petals stood large and grander than he had ever imagined, stepping inside the flower was like stepping into a room. A small room, perhaps double the size of the large bed you both shared, but plenty of space for what you were wanting from himâ needing from him.
The petals existed as tall large pink walls, with a ceiling of the changing sky above. And there was the bed of pollen, cushiony and pillowy beneath him that had him chewing his lip at the mere thought of having you there.
âY/n-â he went to say your name, pulling his gaze of awe from the flower bed youâd pulled him into, to see you slipping your dress from over your shoulders. The material falling down and pooling at your feet as your wings flickered in a glow.
âAzriel, are you really going to make me wait much longer?â You whispered, a sensual strain on your voice as Azriel acknowledged just how desperate his little mate wanted thisâ wanted him.
Azriel grunted back a groan as his darkened hazel eyes drunk up your naked figure. Eyes grazing across every curve, just before his shadows seemed to follow suit. Mirroring his gazes with a touch.
âI wouldnât dream of it.â
Azriel had followed suit, stripping himself of his leathers, his eyes studying you as you stepped closer to him. Each step padding across the fluffy pollen, your hand slowly grazing up your body in a lazy but seductive manner. His shadows were swirling around your figure, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
That alone made his cock twitch.Â
Your teasing tone from earlier had already caused a stir within him, and seeing your naked form now only hardened his pulsing cock further.Â
There was also something so intimate about being here with you. In this flower, being in a part of your world, a part that you had so desperately wanted to share with him. Time and time again, Azriel was in disbelief that he was even worthy of being in this space.
You stood directly in front of him, the peaks of your breasts touching his chiselled torso as the mild evening breeze gently brushed through the petals. Your scent catching on the wind, that only confirmed to Azriel what his next move was.
Your eyes widened slightly, as you watched your beautiful mate come down to his knees, his wings slumped down casually behind him. His arms wrapping around your hips as his lips pressed against your lower abdomen, sinking further a trail of kisses down to his desired destination.
He gave you one last look up, that sultry stare under his thick dark lashes before you felt his lips latched onto your core. Your back arched instantly, head rolling back and your wings stretching further behind you.Â
Azriel groaned at your taste, sweet just like honeyâ sweet just like you.
For support, his arms quickly hooked under one of your legs, hiking it over his shoulder ensuring you were straddling his faceâ just the way he liked it. His other hand cupped your ass with a squeeze.
That Illyrian of yours, showing off his strength by supporting you fully with his arm strength alone. And then there was his skill, the way his tongue danced against your slick. Devouring every drop of your wetness. Your fingers instantly connected with his hair, tangling in the wavy midnight locks. You began to grind then, against his lips, pushing light pressure against his tongue that caused a groan to ripple up his throat.
âAzrielâŚâ You breathed, a rosyness and heat filling your cheeks at the position before another whiney moan left your lips. You loved how your mate could quite literally throw you around, hike you over his face, or hold you while he fucked you.
But gods, his tongue was worshipping you, every stroke sending a wave of pleasure that was sending you into a blissful daze.
Azrielâs mouth suckled gently on your clit for a moment, making sure it was swollen and puffy before you felt his lips stretch into a smirk. Gently he placed you down, your feet reaching the plush pollen beneath you. His large calloused hand moved from your thigh up to wrap around your back.
âFine,â he purred, knowing too well what that whine meantâ that he was sending you to ecstasy and your body was about to give in.Â
He moved you gracefully to lay beneath him. You were sprawled, your back plush against the soft centre of the flower. Pockets of pollen and fairy dust filtering the air around you as your hair stretched out beneath you, they looked just like his tendrils of shadows.
Azriel watched you for a moment, your radiant figure vibrant under the moon's glow. The way your hand reached up for him, fingers grazing the line of his jaw. Your wings spread out below you, beautiful and glowing.Â
This. This moment right here was it.Â
He had to take a moment to remember it, treasure it and keep it safe in his mind.
Then, he leaned down. His mouth slotting over yours in a passionate ravenous kiss. Your mouths moved in synchrony with one another as it grew deeper and wetter. You felt his pelvis against you, his erection obvious. You pulled away for a moment, eyes glancing down over the curves of your breasts to see his large leaking cock between you.
âAzrielâŚstop making me wait,â you whined at the sight, your hips lifting up to rock against him.
His lips pulled into a light smile at your desperation, but he dropped himself down. Finding himself in his favourite place again- between your legs.
He wanted to drink you up first.
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Azriel sat against the petal wall, his large heavy wings sprawled out behind him in a slump. You angelically moved to straddle him. Each movement causing a puff of pollen to float in the air, which only amplified the glow of your wings.Â
Wisps floated in the space around you, illuminated by the moonlight shining from above.
âHow long have you been waiting for this, my little butterfly?â Your wetness still covering his lips as he teased, his calloused fingers gripping your ass cheeks gently. Once, twice, he squeezed before he grazed his fingers down your thighs and up again. Then, he slotted his mouth over the peak of your breast. Finding that gentle balance of sucking and nibbling that he knew had you quivering.
âLonger than you would assume-â you gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling back for a moment as you bit back a moan.
âTell me when.â Azriel almost commanded, one hand weaving its way in your hair to tug at the way your head rolled back. The sight of you fighting bliss as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment shot straight to his member. It clenched and tapped against his abdomen, pre cum stringing from his tip to his torso.
You moved then, hovering slightly over his leaking cock, your soaked wet folds grinding over the head. Mixing your sweetness with his. Your wings twitched as his hot tip rubbed over your sensitive clit, Azriel had already made you finish three times.
Azriel growled out a moan at the touch. So light and teasing.
âTell me.â He demanded again, this time pushing you down onto him his hands holding your hips as he guided you. The stretch filling you with a pleasure that elicited a sweet moan. Azriel groaned as he felt himself fill you fully. His large thick cock feeling so tight in your heat.
Slowly you began to roll your hips, finding a rhythm you knew he loved. Azrielâs head rolled against the rubbery petal, his pupils wide, mouth agape.
âIâve been waiting for this since I showed you how to dwindle,â you admitted, referencing a time well over a year ago now.Â
So much had changed since that time. But one thing had remained the same, you were completely and utterly in love with the Shadowsinger.Â
Azriel growled, not just at the pleasure you were edging him towards but to the reality youâd both come to terms with since accepting the mating bond. That for years prior you had both been pining for one another.
âYouâre telling me we could have been doing this for a year already?â Azriel grunted, his face coming to the curve of your neck as he held you steady, his own hips rolling up to rock into you.
âWeâve been over this Az,â you couldnât help the smirk that spread across your lips. âYouâll just have to make up for lost time.â
Azrielâs eyes darkened slightly and with a tight grip on your hips, he pushed even deeper.
âI can do that.â
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It was Azrielâs wings that were twitching now, yours were tucked away by magic while your mateâs hard chest pressed against your back. His hips rolling into you from behind, as he embraced you tightly, hand squeezing your breast.
Azrielâs face was burrowed into the curve of your neck, he had left many marks there, laying claim. But now all the Illyrian could manage was flurry of moaning whispers and whiney words as you felt him near his release.
âSoâ mhmâ feels so good angel,â he choked out, a guttural moan leaving his swollen mouth from where youâd kissed and sucked so much.
âAzriel��â you breathed out, your hand tangled so tightly in his hair little tiny daisyâs had grown from your magic touch. Weaving their way into his strands.
His rhythm was getting quicker, thrusts shorter but deeper. Sweat was beading off his face onto your neck as he brought his hand round to touch your clit again. That sensitive bud he couldnât leave alone.Â
That extra touch was enough.
A sweeping, rolling hot wave moved from your centre, you back arching into your mate as you cried out in pleasure. Your release consuming you as your mate joined. Azriel thrusted deeper into your core, the feeling rippling through his body as he juttered into you.
Ribbons of his hot sticky cum filling you up.
You both laid there for a moment.
Your finger gently untangled from his hair, coming down to rest on his hand that was holding your waist. Your finger slightly grazing over the deep scars set into his flesh.
Catching your breaths, you glanced up at the twinkling stars that basked their light down onto you.
âI love you,â Azriel spoke first, his lips so close to your ear you felt his mouth move against your skin. He pressed a sweet kiss on the curve of your neck, just below your ear. His nose gently brushing up and down your soft skin.
You turned at that, reluctantly pulling yourself off him to get a look at him. His cock softer but still throbbing as it left a trail of his seed down the inside of your thigh. Azriel had a dazed but loving look in his eyes, his hazel gems pulling your lips into a smile. He was sweaty, rosy and hot, and just so beautiful.
Gently your fingers began to fuss over the flowers that had grown from your release, softly pulling them from his hair.
He watched you, his eyes taking in every inch of your expression. Your heated cheeks, the sheen from sweat that just made you glisten more. You were just so beautâ
With that thought Azrielâs cock throbbed again, a moan climbing up his throat as he hastily pulled your hands away to kiss you. Hips pushing against you for more. Bursts of pollen sprung into the air from his sudden movement.
Chuckling through your kiss, you called his name. Really again? It was the fourth round tonight.
âI need youââ Azriel went to defend, only to cut himself off with a violent sneeze.
Bursts of pollen spun round the space, as you watched your mateâs nose scrunch into another sneeze.
âBless you,â you giggled when he finally stopped, your arms wrapping around his neck as he positioned himself above you.
âBlessed I am to have you,â he replied sincerely.
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Cassian let out another giant sneeze, causing Rhys and Azriel to give him an unimpressed look from across the table.
âCould you at least use this when you sneeze, I get enough yuck and gunk with the kidsâ Rhys spoke with annoyance, throwing a silk embroidered handkerchief across to his brother.
Cassian glared back, snatching the midnight material and wiping his nose slightly before stuffing it in his pocket.
âI canât help it, Azriel stinks!â
Rhys stole a sideways glance at Azriel before returning his attention to Cassian again.
It had been a few days since that night in the meadows, a night Azriel was keen to repeat again. But Cassian was right, he couldnât seem to shake the pollen.Â
âI donât understand, what have you been doing? Rolling around in a field?â Cassian scoffed, folding his arms as he looked across at his brother in question.
Rhys couldnât hide the shit-eating grin that spread across his face, his hand coming to cover his mouth as he stifled a laugh.
Azriel fought off a smirk. âSomething like that Cass,â however it was only a second before Rhys bellowed a laugh. Azriel was quick to follow, with a chuckle.
âWait! What is it? What am I missing?â Cassian demanded from them both.
âNothing Cass, donât worry about it brother,â Azriel replied, his jaw hurting from trying to contain his laughter.
âI swear if this is a sex thing and youâre not telling me I wonât forgive you!!!!â
a/n: the flower sex is finally here!!! yaaaayyyyy hahaha okay so this was actually so hard to write, smut does not come easy but I'm somewhat satisfied with the outcome. Lemme know what you want from these two next! Enjoy my loves <3
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Canât Bring Myself To Hate You â Part 18
Azriel x Third-Oldest-Archeron-Sibling!Reader
a/n: pls trust me that some things will be explained in chapter 19 ����
word count:Â 7,003
-Part 17- -Part 19-
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Sharp, amber eyes pierce down into the male, despite having less than an inchâs difference in height.Â
Lucien keeps his surprise under wraps as he greets his oldest brother, stood before the slightly dilapidated building he and his companions have taken up in, a few boards nailed over one of the upper windows that had broken during a particularly vicious storm. He recalls how Jurian had scavenged some of the plain silverware and theyâd drawn spoons to see who would have to climb the roof and patch it up before the autumn chill hit. Itâs a fond memory, in spite of his loss.Â
âEris,â Lucien greets shortly, holding position in blocking the male from strutting straight into his home as he knows the male would, given the chance. Not the building itself, exactly, but the people hidden away inside it, and heâd rather not subject them to another visit unless absolutely necessary. Neither of them are particularly well-equipped against Erisâ kind of verbal espionage, how he hunts the information he seeks and so effortlessly riles them up. Vassa is particularly prone to bursting into a flaming temper whenever the male pays them an unpleasant visit.Â
âItâs rude to keep a guest waiting, Lucien,â Eris drawls from overside the threshold. Even after all this time he canât help the instinctive part of him that cringes at the razor sharp tone used to cut into his name, carve it into something jagged and serrated. Perhaps when he was younger he might have returned with âitâs rude to show up without invitationâ, but he learned long ago itâs best to avoid any kind of verbal conflict with the male. Ultimately itâs tiring and a waste of energy, so instead Lucien offers a mildly withering glare, and asks, âWhat are you here for?âÂ
Erisâs features remain sharp but blank, unshifting and drawing a clear line in the sand. Another silent demand heâs more than accustomed to, and wishes he wasnât. âYou canât just show up without prior notice and expect to be escorted in. There are humans inside and youâll scare them off.âÂ
âThatâs fine by me,â Eris replies, his amber eyes silently simmering with inherent arrogance. âStep aside.â
âDonât order me around,â Lucien replies evenly, not a note of sharpness to be found, but firm and unyielding. âYouâre in their lands. Besides, theyâll be leaving shortly. You can wait a few minutes.âÂ
âItâs time sensitive,â Eris replies smoothly, neither having broken the eye contact.Â
âYou can wait a few minutes,â Lucien repeats.
Silence stretches, Erisâ brows narrowing ever so slightly in a frighteningly scathing glare that would have sent him sprinting to his room a few centuries ago. But heâs a grown male now, so he weathers the simmering look, keeping his feet firmly set on the ground, unfaltering in his stance.Â
Within the silence, both can pick out the shuffle of human footfalls, the conversation that floats throughout the house, only detectable to fae hearing and each brother picks out as they trail further. Itâs not until a latch clicks and a bolt is slid into place on the other side of the slightly wrecked estate that either of them shifts, and to Lucienâs invisible astonishment itâs Eris who looks away first. Even if it is to glance at the approaching Vassa over his shoulder, he notes it.Â
âWhatâs he doing here?â Vassa questions, a derisive sneer in her tone as she pins the male darkening their doorstep with a look that could turn steak to coal in seconds. Lucien glances to Eris, wondering the same thingâwondering if heâll answer now the humans have left and heâll inevitably be allowed in. Sharp amber eyes slice to his own russet one, cutting and demanding, and Lucien bites back a sigh at his oldest brotherâs incessant insistence on being obeyed. Even after all these years heâs just as controlling as he always was, though Lucien shouldnât be surprisedâEris practically thrives in the cutthroat coliseum of the Autumn Court.Â
Lucien steps aside in the doorway and Eris enters, bringing with him the harsh bite of the cold thatâs sharper than it should be in the human lands. The distinct crispness that passes him as Eris strides past the both of them, removing his surprisingly plain cloak in one swift movement and chucking it over one of the hangers without looking. âI have news,â Eris replies vaguely, before striding further into the heart of the house and disappearing out of sight.Â
Vassa shoots a fierce glare his direction, a slight scowl between her brows. âDid you know he was on his way?â She asks, already looking about ready to try smacking the male across the jaw. But Lucien shakes his head, already resigned to the evening being ruined, knowing her impatience isnât directed at him. âIâm sober, arenât I?â He replies wryly, a twist of a demeaning smile on his mouth to cool her flammable temper.Â
After a long moment of pause, she huffs a laugh, low and raspy, some of the tension relieved from her rigid posture, fiery coloured ringlets jostled slightly from the tremble in her full shoulders. âWeâd better go after him,â she says, a little more amused than she was previously, though that amusement dims swiftly at the thought of having to deal with more of the maleâs unnecessary and underhanded jabs. Lucien nods, sighing once more before steeling himself, knowing he will inevitably end up in the position of mediator as he always does when people lose their calm, following after her.Â
âAnd just when the cards were finally about to come out,â she mutters under her breath, and Lucien can practically see the scowl that has already worked itself back between her fiery brows, âI was looking forward to wiping the floor with Jurian.âÂ
The comment has his nostrils flaring delicately as mirth curves his mouth, lips twitching faintly. Between the three of them, Vassa is almost constantly on a losing streak, while Jurian frequently takes them for all theyâre worth. He supposes it shouldnât be as surprising as it isâJurianâs mortality is debatable at best, an unverifiable grey area at worst.Â
âMaybe we can fit in a few rounds after,â Lucien suggests as they make their way through the hallways, headed to the sitting room where the meetings most frequently take place. âThe mood will probably be in need of some friendly competition.âÂ
âFriendly?â Vassa repeats sardonically, pausing just outside the door to the living room. âThose games are nothing short of bloodthirsty. Treating them so lightheartedly is why you never win.âÂ
Lucien refrains from reminding her that she has yet to go on a single winning streak against either of them.Â
ââââ
You shift uneasily in your seat, pulling the silk of the scarf a little tighter, making sure no patchy flesh will slip out from beneath the fine covering. Especially not over a meal.Â
The comment springs to the forefront of your mind, rising like the sediment thatâs stirred up upon a stone being dropped into the murky bottom of a lake. You know youâll never be first choice. Youâll never have someone whoâd choose you over everyone else, and if youâre honest with yourself it wouldnât be that bad. Youâve survived this long without being someoneâs first choice, so whatâs changed?Â
Whatâs changed?
A cold feels skates delicately beneath your speckled flesh at the imposing question, impossibly vast and inconceivably nuanced. So much has changed in the past two years it would be unreasonable to try and tackle it now, without even a paper and pen to aid you in the coherency of your thoughts. But maybe itâs a place to startâsome small ideas to help take those opening steps, like how freshly born deer totter around on their delicate hooves, on thin, gangly legs before learning to leap and bound.Â
So, you ask yourself again: Whatâs changed?Â
Had it bothered you before that you werenât first choice? Had you known you werenât anyoneâs first choiceâyes, somewhere, but you hadnât figured it out yet. Perhaps thatâs why the comment stung, that you were robbed of making the discovery yourself, red-painted nails having clawed over the stone, carving scratches into the previously smooth surface, permanently tarnished and disheveled.Â
No, thinking back, youâve been first choice before. When you were eight, nine-ish, when youâd run down and about in the garden with Feyre who at that point couldnât keep up with you yet. When youâd leap over tree stumps and balance on fallen trunks, sticking your arms out unevenly and watching with a strange sense of pride as Feyre doddered behind you, mimicking your stance and holding her own arms out as she made the trek over the mossy trunk.Â
Then youâd gotten older, and left Feyre to play in the gardens, in the forest, by herself. Then youâd become closer with Elain a bit before your teens, the two of you often joined at the hip at parties, Nesta bearing down on the few who tried to approach, warding off any unwanted company with her fearsome countenance. You think youâd been one anotherâs choices then, when your mother would dress you up in complimentary fabrics, selecting patterns that would work well with one another, with little regard for the young girls she was dressing upâher own daughters.Â
You like to think it had been you and Elain sticking together, in those last few years when your mother was around.Â
Thatâs whatâs changed.Â
Youâre surrounded by people who have found one another.Â
And now your loneliness is starker than ever, yet you hadnât even really realised it. How Feyre has Rhys and Nyx, Nesta has found Cassian, and even Elain is finding her way with Lucien. Theyâre the closest youâve ever been with other people, and the closest youâll get to other people. But theyâve all found someone else now, and youâre the odd one out. Of course youâd be the one without a mating bond, or whatever the special connection is that they were all afforded.Â
Youâre reminded of the confession youâd let slip in the midst of your fumbling mouth back in the library all that time ago. How youâd thought maybeâŚpossibly there was a reason youâd felt a click with him. But you suppose you should have known better. You canât even pretend that he was leading you on, in hindsight. It was obvious he was interested in Elain, and yet youâd thought⌠How stupid. And to tell him, too. To want something so sacred to them, and to wish it between yourself and him. All from wanting to be first.Â
It shouldnât matter to not be first, and yet itâs starkly painful. You canât help but want that place. Wanted it so desperately youâd fooled yourself into seeing interest when in reality there was, just none for you.Â
Your eyes traitorously stray from the small details on the rim of your porcelain plateâtiny ink drops of blue, red, and orange dotted about the edgeâto the empty seat to your left, at one head of the table.Â
Why had you ever made the mistake of opening up to him? Hoping for a gentle touch when your body feels like it was hewn from the most unloveable stone. The most unforgiving rock, and the coldest ice. So cold it would peel skin from flesh, so harsh it would be impossible to touch, so utterly unbearable there would be no choice but to remain alone. Â
âWill you pass the potatoes?â
Youâre drawn from your spiralling thoughts by the golden voice, meeting twinkling amber eyes as Mor watches you with a familiar expression. Warm and welcoming despite how youâd last seen one another.Â
Swallowing, you nod. âYeah, sure,â you reply as normally as you can, hand clutching the orange silk of your scarf to keep the material from sliding up as you carefully grip the lip of the ceramic bowl, passing it to her open hand. âThank you,â Mor smiles, and you blink before remembering to retract your hand. She seems as she was beforeâŚback to the female youâd known her as. Is thisâŚdoes it mean sheâs accepted your apology? Sheâd seemed convinced of what she had told you, so you canât quite trick yourself into believing that. But maybe civility?Â
Right, you can understand it now. No matter how upset or hurt she might feel, she must not want to make it other peopleâs problem. Causing a scene over a dinner, one of the rare moments everyoneâs togetherâmost of you, anywayâisnât worth it. No matter how your relationship might have soured, thereâs no need to make the people around you miserable, too.Â
Amber eyes gleam beneath the warm light, and you feel as though you can come to an agreementâone youâre ready to accept. You can both silently agree not to make it an issue for anyone else, a small kernel of warmth daring to flicker to life in your chest, the sense of connection that comes from mutual understanding despite a disagreement. For everyone elseâs sake, the two of you can put everything aside. Even if it might only be temporary.Â
âI like your scarf,â Mor says lightly, scooping the jagged, crispy roast potatoes onto the side of her plate, setting the bowl down in a spare space, âit suits you.âÂ
Again, you blink, caught off guard. You swallow thickly, managing a nod of your head, chest swelling as you eagerly take on the compliment, content to pretend even if itâs only for an hour or two. âThank you,â you reply, keeping your voice steady, âI love your necklace.â Which is true, though in honesty it wouldnât be difficult to find something compliment-worthy about her. Sheâs beautiful.Â
Mor hums, glancing to another bowl, before settling on the reasonably sized boat of sauce, creating a small pool at the edge of her plate. Youâre a little too occupied with watching Mor to notice the wary glance sent her way by Amren, or the warning one delivered from the High Lord himself. The tiny flicker of hope that maybe things could be patched up blocking out the rest of the picture as you gaze longingly at the female diagonal from you.Â
âI suppose with the autumn chill in the air yours is a little more practical than some flimsy jewellery,â Mor replies lightly, plucking a cut of bread from the wooden board, drawing the butter closer to slather the fluffy and crusty slice. âWhere did you find it? I should fetch one for myself.âÂ
âIâm sure you have more than enough scarves, Mor,â Rhys interjects smoothly, the serrated blade of his knife slicing effortlessly through the sinew of meat, slowly dissected into politely bite-sized pieces. âAny more and youâll struggle to shut your wardrobe properly.â
Mor smiles icily, meeting his gaze with a cold look on her beautiful face. âJust stocking up before we have our eastern visitors.âÂ
Tension crackles across the table, so acute even you realise something strange is happening, watching nervously, and feeling somehow responsible for the perceived fallout. Eastern visitorsâŚ? People from the continent? EasternâŚeasternâŚoh. Feyre had mentioned briefly the deal that had been struck between the High Lord and the Lord that reigns over his Court of NightmaresâMorâs father. The permitted invasion of her safe haven. The slight fissure that had been opened raw between themâone youâd forgotten about, and had assumed had been fixed.Â
âHow isââ You fumble when Morâs sharp eyes cut into you, caught off guard by the fierceness held within them. ââŚHow is he?â You manage to ask, unsure whether you should even be interfering or whether youâre just putting your foot in it. Your hands shake under the table, heart pounding but you keep from shifting in your seat.Â
âWho?â Mor asks blandly, ignoring the sharp glare Amrenâs pinning her with. Disregarding the hard look on Rhysâ face, slight disappointment. Possibly wholly unaware of the grip Feyre has on her cutlery, head cast downward, brows pulled together. Your throat rolls, not wanting to say his name.Â
It would be wrong.Â
âWho else?â Nesta asks from across the table, her voice singing with the clean cut of steel as it slices through a silk ribbon, a whisper of anger hissing beneath her tone. Sharp amber eyes clash with cool silver, glinting like mercury and ice in spite of the oranges and yellows filling the room to give the allusion of warmth and familiarity. Tension simmers just below the surface, crackling like a metal weather vane struck by lightening, sizzling with barely restrained power.Â
âAzriel,â you say quietly, hurrying through his name in less than a breath, feeling it brand your tongue, tingling at the roof of your mouth. Dispersing some of the charge. âHow is he?âÂ
Amber and silver eyes remain locked for a little while longer, a pause stretching across the table and even to fae hearing thereâs hardly a sound being made save for the strain of metal as knuckles strangle and warp the handles of fine cutlery.Â
At last Mor looks away, dragging her gaze back to your own, the fire dimmed and smothered.Â
âWell enough to be drinking again,â she answers, and that seems to be the end of the conversation.Â
ââââ
Itâs a little difficult to dry the plates off with the scarf tied at your front, hiding your arms, but you manage.Â
A cluster of small, iridescent bubbles float past your nose, wafting by, and Elain laughs as you step back suddenly in surprise, having been zoned out.Â
Thereâs no need to be washing up anymore, not with the aids of magic, and if youâre honest you arenât entirely sure how the two of you had ended up coming to the same wordless agreement, but here you are. Elainâs at the sink, bubbles frothy and foamy as she scrubs at the crockery and cutlery before depositing them on the side for you to dry with a towel. You donât think the soapiness would agree with your skin.
The quiet settles between you, comfortable and without strain, two people sharing a space, and the apprehension youâd had before the dinner begins to slowly mellow, ice thawing out over a chilly night.Â
Despite the slightly rough start, the night had progressed surprisingly smoothly, with you content to sit quietly while the others discussed various matters: Amrenâs recreational studying of the Old Language; Nestaâs progression with swordplay, having begun wielding ataraxia during training; a discussion lead by Rhysand about wards that youâd partially tuned out, thinking of the crater youâd blasted through the House of Windâat least it sounds like something that can be fixed. They arenât permanently broken, just temporarily disabled.Â
âFeyreâs birthday is coming up,â Elain says, seemingly out of nowhere, and you glance at her questioningly, humming in acknowledgement. âWhat are you thinking of getting her?â You ask, curiously content to follow along this path and see where she takes it. Elain sighs faintly, âI was thinking of making some herbal teas, actuallyâŚnot many, but a few different ones to see if any help with stress, or sleeping, or the like. Generic benefits.âÂ
You nod your head slightlyâitâs a thoughtful gift, bespoke and personal, too. Sheâs always good with presents.Â
âYou?â Elain asks, glancing at you lightly, speaking only loud enough to top the gentle babbling of water and splashing of suds. You glance down at the stack of dried plates, reaching for the wet cutlery to start on. âI havenât thought of anything yet,â you answer honestly, considering, âitâs still a couple of months away, so I guess I hadnât started thinking about it yet.âÂ
Elainâs quiet for a bit, and you get the sense she has something to say but is unsure how to bring it up. You wait patiently, preoccupying yourself with the cutlery, careful not to accidentally carve a chunk of flesh from the heel of your palm.Â
âI thinkâŚFeyre would like to do something with all of us,â she says quietly, a little absently. âPerhaps not on the actual day, but sometime nearby.âÂ
âShe would?â You ask, slightly surprised. Elain doesnât meet your gaze this time, continuing to focus on washing up, giving her hands something to do, and you copy her after a moment, carrying on with the drying up. âShe hasnât said anything explicitly, but itâs the impression Iâve gotten,â Elain says faintly, then pauses again. âI thinkâŚI think it would be nice, too.âÂ
Thereâs a tremor in her fingertips, but she pushes them below the warm water, out of sight as if reaching for a fork or spoon beneath the frothy surface.Â
âParticularly, afterâŚâ Her throat closes up, and you hesitantly reach out, gloves temporarily discarded while drying, bare fingers grazing the soft skin of her forearms, unable to feel the gentle tickle of tiny hairs anymore. âIâm sorryâŚâ you murmur uselessly, watching helplessly as a droplet falls from her eye, splashing through into the dishwater below. But Elain shakes her head, hands raising from the water to continue moving, absently washing the last plate from the dinner.Â
âIâd like to see more of you, too,â Elain says, swallowing thickly as she scrubs at the gleaming porcelain, clearing her throat. âSo would Nesta. I think weâve all been a bit distant lately, with one another I mean, and with Feyre having Nyx, and Nesta off in Day⌠We should spend more time together, and see each other more often, and speak more, just in general. And then thereâs also Starfall, and we can see each other then, and celebrate, andââ
âElain, Starfallâs months away,â you say gently, fingers shifting so theyâre lightly gripping her wrist, pausing her motions, pulling her eyes to lock with your own. Wider than they should be.
You look at one another, watching silently, and you can feel the flutter of her pulse beneath your fingertips, erratic enough for even your own damaged hands to pick up on.Â
âYouâll be there, wonât you?â She whispers, eyes hot and wet.Â
You blink, grasping the heaviness of the question, then nod, unable to make your throat work, lower lip trembling a bit. âIâll be there,â you manage to get out, feeling the familiar pressure behind your eyes.Â
She nods back, before finally handing over that last plate that has been clean for a while, but between the soapiness of the dishwater, and the trembling of both your hands, the plate slips, and smashes on the floor. The pale fragments split and shatter, spraying across the cold tiles, and both of you jump at the startling noise, before looking at each other again, and laughing. Gasping, ragged breaths that have both of you leaning for support, tears welling in eyes as each of you are split between crying from desperate, manic humour, and dreadful, fearsome sadness.Â
Neither of you can find it in yourselves to care about the shattered porcelain, the jagged fragments with blue, red, and orange ink drops dotted around the utterly broken rim of the plate.Â
âIâŚI need to find somethingâŚto clean that up,â you gasp through laughter, wiping away the tears. Elain just nods, still heaving ragged breath into her lungs, eyes squeezed shut, ringlets of hair jostling with each shudder of mirth as she grips the edge of the sink, expression torn between sobbing laughter and wrecking grief, and you donât think you can stand to be in the same room for much longer, subject to the violent turbulence.Â
The light from the kitchen dims but your eyes adjust swiftly as you walk unevenly out into the dark hallway, rounding the corner to go look for a brush, or duster of some kind, even a cloth or a rag would doâ
Both of you freeze as you round the corner to see one another, Morâs figure losing its rigidity much more swiftly compared to your own that will remain locked up for the following few minutes.Â
You swallow thickly, eyes wide as you take her in: the dimmed gold of her lustrous hair; the bare expanse of her elegant neck; the tray held in her red-tipped hands, those long, slightly rounded nails gleaming a deep rouge. âMor,â you greet, a touch quieter than usual, âI didnât see you there.âÂ
âNor I, you,â she replies, watching you. A beat passes, and you swallow again, eyes flicking down to the tray in her hands. âAzrielâs?â You ask through the tightness in your throat, gently probing to see if sheâs open to a conversation. Youâll leave, if sheâs unresponsiveâyou know now what itâs like to be on either end of this strange dynamic. Mor nods her head once, still watching you silently, and you look elsewhere. Then nod your own head. âNice seeing you,â you say quietly, then move to walk around her.Â
âWait,â Mor whispers at the last second, holding the tray in one hand and gripping your wrist with the other. You recoil sharply when her fingers squeeze your arm, and her hold lightens significantly, but she doesnât immediately let go, digits stuttering away a second later. âSorry,â she murmurs, stepping back by half a pace. âItâs okay,â you reply hastily, looking away as you pull your hand back to your body, âyou didnât know.âÂ
The words hang between you, and silence stretches in the relative darkness of the corridor.
When you manage to raise your gaze to glance at her, you nearly regret the choiceâsheâs making no effort to conceal the fierce defence in her sharp amber eyes. Youâre about to turn to try and leave again though, when she speaks, and the tremor in her voice is pronounced enough to root you to the spot.Â
âTell me why you went to Eris.âÂ
ââââ
The expression that was on the commanderâs face had been enough to set the two of them on edge, Jurian offering Eris one of those slow but rare, slightly insane half-smiles he can make, that often has the spiralling effect distinctive to falling down through a nightmare on whoeverâs unlucky enough to have it turned on them. It doesnât come out often, but that itâs made an appearance this evening is a dark sign, and Lucien silently prays he will not be forced into a position where he will have to default to Erisâs defence in attempts to calm the potential ire that could catch in either of his human comrades.Â
The day has proven to be tricky enough on its ownânone of them need this added abrasion.Â
Vassa strides across the room, taking up in the seat closest to the crackling hearth, the flame making her hair blaze brighter than natural, her already sharp eyes glinting in the firelight.Â
It seems heâs the only one actively trying to avoid the conflict thatâs brewing in the air, the other two appearing ready and more than content to fight fire with fire. He knows thereâs no use explaining the redundancy of wielding that tactic against the male across from the human queen, with fire burning in his very blood.Â
âYou said you had news,â Vassa demands, charging straight to the point before Lucienâs even had a chance to seat himself on the other end of the sofa, opposite from Jurian. Between his chosen family and his blood-given one. But Eris wonât be rushed, and instead turns his attention to his youngest brother, the fire doing nothing to thaw the cool ice in his amber eyes. âHow is your mate, Lucien?âÂ
Lucien allows himself the space of a blink to recompose himself, vaguely trying to hide his suspicion. Itâs never good when he canât see the end Eris is pursuing, but heâs used to being left in the dark when it comes to the maleâs schemesâhe just canât help the instinctive aggression that prickles up the back of his neck at Elain being brought into this.Â
âYou arenât one for idle chatter,â Lucien replies, calming the flame that had begun sizzling in his blood, âwhy donât we skip ahead and get straight to the point, as this is such a time sensitive matter?â A sinister gleam appears in his oldest brotherâs eyes, and he braces himself for whatever whip is about to lash into his skin. âVery well,â Eris says instead, leaning back into his chair, practically sprawling across it, dominating the space he takes up in his typically uncaring, arrogant fashion. But then the air shifts, his expression becoming serious. âHow well-informed is your mate of Night Court affairs?âÂ
âEnough with this evasive subterfuge. What news do you bring?â Vassa demands harshly, Jurian seemingly agreeing with her anticipation to have the male rid of as soon as possible, a disagreeable look simmering in his rough features. But Lucien levels his brother with an evaluating glance, mechanical eye whirring faintly against the dim heat of the fire. âWe each have our distances,â Lucien replies evenly, yielding a vague answer. Heâs getting the distinct feeling something large has happened, or is about to. Maybe even happening as they speakâslabs of rock knocking into one another, having already been pushed into motion.Â
Does this have anything to do with Elainâs visit being postponed? She had been supposed to arrive two days ago, but had had to change their meeting to a later date as sheâd had a family matter to oversee. Lucien hadnât tried to pry.Â
âBut youâre aware that Nesta Archeron and the General took a vacation to the Day Court?â Eris questions, and again Lucien has the distinct sense heâs missing a piece of the puzzle. A very big, very crucial piece of the puzzle.Â
He nods, and braces himself.Â
Though even foresight wouldnât have been enough to prepare him for the news Eris had brought.Â
A warning that shook him to his fae bones.Â
ââââ
You swallow thickly, frozen stiff as her truthful eyes bore into you.Â
You open your mouth, lips ajar, but your throat is much too tight to release any sort of sound.Â
Mor doesnât shift, holding your gaze with a steadiness and conviction you canât look away from, bound to her by an invisible tether thatâs keeping you from hiding or running how youâd like to. âSurely you knowâŚâ she whispers, taking in a shallow breath, her lashes fluttering with an almost imperceptible shudder. âSurely you know what he did to me.âÂ
You give a faint nod of your head.Â
Her amber eyes sharpen, and your stomach clenches beneath the look. âSo explain yourself,â she utters lowly. âDonât leave it up to me to pry the answers from you.âÂ
A seed of fear plants itself in your throat, something cool and slimy rinsing gently down your spine and youâre worried sweat is dripping down your ribs, rolling in salty droplets down the soft inside of your arms where the skin hasnât yet grown dehydrated and flaky. Fingers tighten absently on the silk of the orange scarf banding around your upper body, tugging at the folds to try and hide the tremor of adrenaline thatâs filtered into your bloodstream.Â
You swallow thickly, but your throat wonât clear, and you realise thatâs because thereâs nothing thereâno matter how much it feels the opposite.Â
âI didnâtâŚâ you clear your throat again. Rip your gaze away. âI didnât want to disappoint any of you,â you force yourself to answer, voice catching at the pitiful excuse.Â
Morâs silent.Â
Silent for long enough you nervously look at her.Â
You flinch internally at the expression of horror on her features, shoulders bunching with shame as your brows curve, silently begging for a reply, and not this awful quiet thatâs slowly gutting you.Â
âYou choseâŚâ she swallows past a lump in her throat, and her scent has shifted but you canât understand what it means, the minute changes that occur within fae bodies. âYou willingly went to him? He didnât even have to try and persuade you?âÂ
âMor it wasnât like that,â you try to clarify hurriedly. âI justââŚI just thought it would beââ
âEasier?â
âNo! I just thought it wouldâ I donât know⌠It wouldât cause trouble! I just wanted to do it by myself so I wouldnât have to bother any of you!â
âWouldnât cause trouble?â Mor repeats incredulously, a look of disbelief on her features, like she canât grasp what youâre saying. âWe were ready to help,â Mor bites back sharply, âall you had to do was ask for it. You could have spoken to Feyre, or any of your sisters about your magic. Any of us. You could have come to me, evenâbut you went to Eris.â Her voice is taut, rife with anger and hurt, but even in the dim light thereâs a faint shine in her eyes, belying their wetness. âWhat made you think that we werenât enough?âÂ
âI didnât want to bother you!â You say back, matching her volume.Â
âWeâre your family! Youâre supposed to bother us!âÂ
You take a small step back, fighting the humiliating wobble of your lip before you shake your head, fingertips tingling. âNo. Youâreâ Youâre Feyreâs family.âÂ
âFeyreâs your sister,â Mor emphasises, knuckles pushing up from beneath the smooth softness of her skin, pronounced from her bone-white grip on the tray thatâs beginning to splinter. âOr is she no longer part of your family either? It seems the only person you even bother to speak to is Elain nowadays. Her and Azriel, anyway.âÂ
âAnd what does that matter?â You bite back, hands itching. âWhat does it matter if I only speak to Elain? Would you prefer I start speaking to you, Mor?âÂ
âWhy not?â She nearly spits, energy being drawn out from the cave where sheâd tried to smother it over dinner. âWhy not?â You repeat, neither of you completely aware of how your voices are beginning to rise incrementally, ignoring or oblivious to the faint, sickly green light that definitely isnât coming from the kitchen. âYouâd like me to speak with you when this is the kind of conversation weâre having? You want me to be emotional, or vulnerable with you, or ask you for help when you shut me out the moment I do something wrong? When I fail?âÂ
âI might have shut you out but you didnât even open up. Didnât even give us a chance in the first place, donât pretend otherwise,â Mor spits back. âIf you canât understand the pain you caused me, fine. I canât help it if you wonât allow yourself to think of us as family. But what about your actual family? What about them?âÂ
âDonât you dare try and talk to me about my own family Mor,â you grit out, nails digging into the flaky skin of your palms, heart pounding in your chest. âHavenât you pried enough?âÂ
âDid you even think to consider how it would make them feel?â Mor jabs, barrelling ahead. âCan you grasp how hurt Feyre was that you didnât go to her? Three sisters, and you decided that none of them were good enough? Just because you arenât their first choice doesnât mean they canât beââ
âMor.âÂ
Utter silence falls throughout the hallway at the barely restrained interruption.Â
Both of you freeze at the sound of the third voice, filled with hissing winds and rasping shadow. Managing to stay calm despite the tempest in her blue-grey eyes.Â
Before you, Mor blinks, and youâre unsure if you imagine the way colour drains from her features, still watching you. Further unsure if the faint green light was smothered of its own accord or the dark shadows that seem to be heavier now Feyre has appeared. Now the Cursebreaker has entered.Â
Mor turns on her heel, shifting to meet Feyreâs eyes, but quiet stretches between them, and you get the impression a conversation is being had, though not through daemati powers. A single lock of golden hair shifts over Morâs shoulder, falling out of place, though you can no longer see her expression. And then she nods. Just once, hardly perceptible, even to fae eyes, and you watch with a still pounding heart as the tray vanishes from her hands a second later, heels clicking softly across the floorboards as she wordlessly takes her exit, leaving you andâŚFeyre, alone in the hallway.Â
You shift anxiously on your feet, swallowing thickly.Â
âHow much of that did you hear?â You ask quietly, looking away again, all the fight drained from you after the brief altercation. Youâre entirely unaccustomed with those open arguments, havenât had one sinceâwell, since that last one with Feyre, that had the sound ward placed on your room.Â
Feyre watches you, the previous storm quietened, but her eyes arenât sparkling as usual. Instead she looks drained. Drained, and tired, and a little wary. âEnough,â she answers.
You shift again, a little begrudging she saw fit to interrupt, like you needed her to intervene. âIt was fine, you knowâŚâÂ
Feyreâs quiet, and youâre unsure if sheâs angry. Angry at you for speaking to Mor that way. Angry at you for speaking so loudly when Nyx is probably asleep. Angry at you for not speaking to her first. Angry at you for the long, long list of reasons she should have by now.Â
âIt did hurt,â she says quietly, and you raise your gaze to meet her own, âthat you thought you couldnât come to us. To me.âÂ
Your lips purse, and you look away.Â
âI was upset with your choice. Disappointed a little. Confused,â she continues in that quiet whisper that could carry with ease across a cavernous hall. âBut what Mor said wasnât true. Not in the way she phrased it.âÂ
âFeyre, itâs fine,â you say softly. âYou donât need toââ
âMor knows thatâs not true either.âÂ
Your lips purse again, that quiet stretching between you.Â
You want to disintegrate on the spot.Â
Fabric rustles slightly, and itâs the only clue you have to Feyre shifting. Then, âitâs late,â she says, moving away from the open wound of a topic. âWe should talk more about this in the morning. When Madja comes round too.â She nods her head toward the corridor, but you look at her a little apologetically. âI was supposed to find Elain a brush,â you say, feeling embarrassed, âwe broke a plate.âÂ
âThe kitchen will clear it up,â Feyre replies, leaving no room for you to skate back to your older sister.Â
So you end up walking with her back to your room.Â
Itâs dark out, and you canât help but look forward to settling into bed, even if it hurts sometimes to roll over beneath the covers. That it hurts sometimes to lie on your sides, when your arms press into the sheets, with your weight resting atop them. At least youâre beginning to get used to it, the pain much more tolerable now, despite it having not decreased.Â
Youâve both reached the top of the stairs, turning down the hallway that will lead to your bedroom, walking close enough together to make up for the fact your arms arenât linkedâFeyre guessing correctly it would probably hurtâwhen Feyre speaks. âAre Eris and Azriel the only other people whoâve felt your magic before?â She asks tentatively into the darkness of the house, seemingly having cooled off now youâre further from the spot of altercation.Â
âYes, I think so,â you answer in an equally soft voice.Â
âHave either of them every commented on what it feels like?â She asks, and youâre aware how sheâs keeping her gaze ahead. You move your eyes to look in the same direction, spotting your bedroom door on the right not far ahead. âNot that I can think of,â you reply, before adding, âthough itâs never beenâŚgoing, for as long as that.âÂ
Feyreâs silent, and you glance at her through the shadows, wondering what sheâs thinking. You canât read her expression, so resume your looking ahead.Â
âWhen I was in autumn, though,â you begin hesitantly, hardly louder than a whisper, worrying who might overhear the unpleasant reference, âmy magic almostâŚI donât knowâŚburst? It came through me very suddenly, and forcefully.â You recall the frighteningly large creature that had charged at you while in the woods, how your magic had melted the skin from its flesh. âWe were both sick afterwards.âÂ
âAzriel was sick a lot when he first woke up,â Feyre says faintly, and your stomach clenches with guilt.Â
You try to swallow past it, but it seems to remain lodged in your throat, unpleasantly settling in your stomach heavily enough youâre thankful when you reach your door, the evening nearly over with.Â
âWhy did you ask, by the way?â You question before slipping away into your room, paused over the threshold.Â
Feyre glances at you, turned to leave but stopping. âYour magicâŚI could feel it in the hallway,â she answers, a wary note creeping into her voice.Â
She seems disinclined to give anything else, so you again shift awkwardly in the doorway, before gathering the gut to ask, âhow did it feel?âÂ
Something passes behind her blue-grey eyes, shuttering briefly as they close, before reopening. âLike I was dying again,â she answers quietly.Â
You stare at her silently, the threshold of your room between you, the silence heavier than it was before. You donât even know what to say to that.Â
She doesnât give you the time to think of a reply, however, as she releases a sigh. Her throat rolls as she meets your eyes. âSleep well,â she says, and you catch as her attention dips to your hands, like she wants to take them, to hold them.Â
But she doesnât, instead looking back at you again, throat rolling for the second time.
âI love you,â she says hoarsely, speaking those words that are so sparsely exchanged between the four of you.Â
You stiffen, emotion of a different kind tightening your throat, and you nod faintly.Â
âI love you, too. Sleep well.â
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Put On A Show
pairing: Rhysand x reader
warnings: smut, exhibitionism, explicit language, some light degradation, i couldnât help myself guys sorry
Summary: Rhysand brings you along as a plus one to a celebration at the Court of Nightmares and you put on a special show for your High Lord
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High Lord of the Court of Nightmares.
Lord of Night.
Death Incarnate.
Thereâs no place for the teasing smiles, the playful jokes or restrained power here. All the things of Rhysand that youâd grown accustomed to was swapped out for that arrogant smirk, the pristine elegance of his attire that exuded centuries of wealth but beyond all of that; his most noticeable accessory was the ebbing darkness that seemed to loom around him. âIâm sorry for how I talk to you down there. I canâtâthey canât see me that way.â
âI promise I wonât take it personally,â Youâd told him, meaning it no matter how high your brows shot up when heâd sheepishly handed over your outfit for the night.
If you could call it that.
It was basically see though, soft fabric just barely covering your breasts, criss-crossing at the stomach before settling into a skirt that barely covered your backside when you walked. Rhys had insisted on a little precaution, waving a hand and covering you in tattoos so dark it looked like the night sky was plucked from above and stamped into your skin. The intricate designs didnât move when you touched them but anytime youâd accidentally brushed into Azriel or bumped shoulders with Mor, the ink smeared. âYou marking me or something?â
It was meant as a joke but heâs serious when he answers. âYes.â
Your roll falls into place when youâre winnowed to the front entrance of the Hewn City and instantly you understand why none of the Inner Circle came here much. The air smelled of mischief; chaos bled from the windows and greed reared its head when the High Lord sauntered through the front doors like he owned the placeâhe did.
The shift in the room happens quickly, guards dressed to the tee in heavy armor and swords sharp enough to disembowel with one sickening swing; men whoâd fought in great battles and devastating wars, bowing to their knees at the sight of him.
This version of Rhysand eats it up, chin high and nose higher as he looked down on each and every person in attendance. Gone was the male with great dreams of peace and prosperity; dreams of a place where people of all types called home without fear of it being ripped from them at any moment.
This version of Rhysand was the fear.
He was the darkness that lurked around at night, waiting and watching patiently for his victims to slip up so he could reach out and capture them in his dark web. âAll of this, for me?â The High Lords voice clears across the room easily with everyone so silent, heads bowed and the few whoâd bravely raised their eyes to feast on a slice of your skin was met with the silent threat of death by the shadowsinger that followed your flank. âIâm flattered.â
The High Lord sits comfortably in his thrown, legs spread wide and arms lazily spread out on the sides. For the first time since youâd gotten here, he looks at you, beckoning you forward with a cocky little jerk of his head and only when you stand before him does he allow the others to rise. âYou sit.â He tells you though, gesturing proudly to the spot on his lap and you resist the urge to see other peopleâs reactions when you obey.
Despite the dark ambiance, something about the unsettling atmosphere intrigued you; eyes catching over carefully carved dragons with wings that seemed never-ending as it curved around the walls, the crown moulding and ceiling like it was preparing to take flight and burst through the roof. The citizens of the Hewn City, you find are equally as unsettling; groups of people coming up to bow and greet their High Lord, shamelessly taking in the ample curves left on display by your flimsy attire. âPretty, isnât she?â The Lord of Darkness questions after a moment, violet eyes fixed on the curve of your spine before settling on the armored male to the left.
The male swallows thickly, his gulp audible when he nods just barely. âYes, High Lord.â
Rhys hummed in agreement, the back of his hand beginning to trace the curve of your shoulder when you hear some muffled voice coughing out âwhoreâ. The touch leaves and that ebbing darkness grows again, robbing the man whoâd dare utter the syllables of his breath. The manâs hands reach for his throat, eyes wide as his mouth gapes open and closed like a fish plucked out of the water and you donât place your hand on the High Lords chest until the manâs face is a unusual shade of blue. âAw, let him go. Heâs just mad youâve got me all to yourself,â You lean in closer, voice sultry and a little bored when you settle deeper into his chest. âPoor bastard probably doesnât even know what to do with his equipment under all that armor.â
Another best of time passes before you hear the desperate gasp behind you and the feeling that washes over you when seeing the part of Rhysand he kept hiddenâthe all powerful Lord of Destruction ready to ruin anyone in his way.
Lust.
The man is forgotten, carried away by his friends and briefly you notice Cassian and Mor drifting off into the crowd. Azriel remains close by, a healthy enough distance away for you to feel confident enough to grind down on the thick thigh between your legs.
âYou should stop that,â The words rumble against your bare back a half a minute later, hands dripping tight at your hips to still the movements. âUnless you plan on giving them a show.â
A brow raises and your neck craned to look Rhysand in the eye, the smirk pulling on your mouth matching the same one heâd seen every time he stepped foot in this city of violence and deviant morals. âWould that please you, Lord of Darkness?â
Rhysand goes still and for a moment you expect him to deny you, hands bracing yourself to get off and apologize when his grip keeps you in place. You canât look away when he drags your hips on his thigh the same way you had before, inky pupils devouring violet irises when you let out a breathy moan.
It captures attention and you notice Azriel step a little closerâfor further protection or to watch you canât tell and you donât care to figure it out when a shudder runs up your spine at the delicious drag hard muscles against your clothed cunt.
Your body burns with want when your High Lord grabs a handful of your ass, forcing you to ride his thigh faster, moans spilling out like summons to the dark creatures that lurked about the Court of Nightmares. âYou look so pretty like this,â His voice is gruff, raspy and heâs quick to call upon dark power, a cool sensation spreading over your skin where it touched.
âFuck,â The curse drags on your tongue, eyes clamping shut when your orgasm washes over you, no longer caring about the eyes that burned holes into your body. No doubt every fae or creature alike could smell the scent of your arousal permeating the air but where embarrassment was supposed be was relief.
The bulge in the High Lords pants is evident, a hand sneaking down to cup it through the expensive fabric. âYou think the citizens of the Hewn City want to watch their High Lord fuck his girl?â
The sound of a button popping open, a zipper sliding down and a hand settles around your throat. âDeliciously filthy thing, you are.â The top of your dress falls apart and youâre certain Azriel can see everything when Rhysand fished his cock free. âLetâs find out.â
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How You Get The Girl
Chapter 18
AO3
Warnings: Language
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The four of them sat bleary eyed in the kitchen.Â
Elain and Azriel sat on one end while Feyre and Rhysand stared them down from the other end.Â
The bright side of Rhysand catching Azriel sneaking out of her room in the middle of the night? Nyx was busy sleeping, so nobody could yell.Â
Rhysand had to bury his fury deep enough to silence, but Feyre was free to showcase her confusion on her sweet face.Â
Elain felt a twinge of sadness, mixed with a little guilt, as she avoided her sister's sympathetic blue eyes. If anyone understood Elainâs position, then it was Feyre.Â
But not for a moment did Elain feel regret.Â
She shifted in her seat next to Azriel, her hand curled into his as they rested on her lap â away from Rhysandâs angry gaze.Â
âDid,â Elain cleared her throat. âDid you have a nice date night?âÂ
âNot as nice as yours.â Rhysand replied, exhaling sharply as he ran his hand along the length of his face.Â
âRhys.â Azriel said between his teeth, warning one of his oldest friends. His fingers squeezing gently around Elainâs hand.Â
âGoddammit,â Rhysand growled angrily, his violet eyes narrowing on Azriel. âI can still see your come on her lips.âÂ
A high pitch squeal sounded from Elainâs throat as she slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes wide as she looked at someone who she thought of as a brother, and she vigorously scrubbed at her mouth.
Feyreâs boney elbow collided with Rhysandâs ribs.Â
âDonât embarrass her,â Feyre whisper-scolded, a frown appearing between her brows. âThis relationship is a good thing!â
Three necks risked whiplash as they swiveled towards Feyre.Â
âExcuse me?â Rhysand said, forgetting that he had to be quiet, so Feyre shushed him with a flick of her wrist.Â
Elain felt her jaw drop as she stared at her sister.Â
âRhysand,â Feyre said in disbelief, her delicate brows furrowing further. âYou said yourself that Elainâs seems happier and sheâsâŚâ Eating. Feyre mouthed the word to Rhys and turned her head so that Elain wouldnât see, but she heard the word all the same.Â
She squeezed Azrielâs hand.Â
âAnd,â Feyre continued, turning to completely face Rhysand. âThis works out perfectly because of The Thing.â Â
Rhysand hung his head forward, catching his dark head in his hands. His broad shoulders tense as he contemplated Feyreâs words.Â
âThe Thing?â Elain asked curiously, her brown eyes ping-ponging back and forth between Rhys and her sister.Â
Neither of them answered her, so she turned to peak and Azriel and saw the small sliver of confusion he let show on his face.Â
âI feel the best with Azriel on your detail.â Rhysand said slowly, deliberately into his hands.Â
âSo do I, but we canât split them up,â Feyre said, grasping one of his biceps with both of her hands. âWhat if they love each other?â She whispered loud enough for Elain and Azriel to hear her clearly.Â
A heat crept up Elainâs neck and settled into her cheeks.Â
Rhysand groaned into his hands.Â
âWhatâs The Thing?â Elain asked again, speaking up. WhyâŚwhy would they even consider shifting Azriel from Feyreâs detail?
Feyre looked at her with wide eyes.Â
âIâm coming out of retirement.â Feyre said nervously, but despite her nerves she couldnât contain the smile splitting her lips.Â
Neither could Elain.Â
âThatâs fantastic.â Elain said, grinning, dropping Azrielâs hands and shooting to her feet to race around the table and wrap her arms around her sister â squeezing Feyreâs warm body tightly from the side.Â
Elain almost knocked her sister off the chair which would caused them to tumble backwards, but Rhysand reached out a hand to steady them.Â
âFeyre is going to embarrass the competition as usual,â Rhysand said, and Elain could see his knuckles tighten as he squeezed Feyreâs shoulder affectionately. âBut she is going to need the best protection possible since sheâll be traveling and training and youâve only grown more famous since then. Azriel is the best possible protection for you.â
âAnd I still feel uncomfortable ripping Azriel away from everyone else, and I donât want to be away from you for so long,â Feyre said with emotion, so much so that Elain dropped her hands and took a step back. âAnd if you transfer Azriel to Elainâs detail, then Mor will be free and she can go back to watching Nyx. And then you and Amren will both be on my detail. I know youâve been planning to hire on someone new to help manage everything, but we both know you wonât be able to just take a step back. If youâre on my detail, then we wonât have to be apart while I train.âÂ
Rhysandâs body slumped a bit at Feyreâs plea.Â
âI donât think Iâll be able to keep a clear head around you,â Rhysand admitted solemnly, his voice low. âAnd if anything happened to you, Feyre, Iââ
Elain took another step back as Feyre leaned closer to Rhysand, and then another step backwards to Azriel who had silently stood to his feet.Â
Her back bumped into his chest and he wrapped his arms protectively around her. Holding her tightly against him. Elain brought her hands up to rest lightly on his strong forearms.Â
âNothingâs going to happen,â Feyre said gently, placing one arm over Rhysandâs shoulder and while her left hand curled around his bicep. âWe have a restraining order against Tamlin and while weâre at Rosehall itâll just be us. No threats or anything.â
Rhysands body slumped as he slowly nodded his head.Â
âIâll go with you to Rosehall and weâll take Nyx with us,â Rhysand said, and Elain allowed herself to imagine their family tucked away in the woods of Pennsylvania. Their family cabin was completely separated from the rest of the world, where Feyre could practice her archery and paint in peace. It had been a few months since Elain had been, but she always loved the little escape from reality that Rosehall offered. âWeâll take Amren and Lucien with us, and Azriel will temporarily be a floater while weâre gone,â Feyre opened her mouth to say something and closed it as she saw the determination on Rhysandâs face. âMor will still be Elainâs bodyguard. For now. If you guys,â His violet eyes looked at them. âDecide you want to be together,â His dark brows drew together. âThen I donât want you on her service full time. Iâm not going to be on Feyre's full time either, but I still donât think itâs a good idea for us to be on our ⌠girlfriends ⌠detail.âÂ
Elain could feel Azriel nodding behind her.Â
âWhen do you leave?â Azriel askedÂ
âAbout two weeks.âÂ
Elain could tell that Azriel was looking at Feyre over her shoulder, studying her.
âIf Feyre doesnât want me on her detail anymore, then I can transition into a floater full time.â Azriel said in a voice that was too calm, too cool, and too collected.Â
Elain dug her nails into his forearms in a way that she hoped was comforting. Azriel placed his chin on top of hers in response. She felt herself smile in a goofy way.Â
âItâs not that,â Feyre said, frowning as she turned towards them. She hated seeing her sister upset like this. âI love having you as my bodyguard, and I owe you so much, itâs just that itâs hard for Rhysand and I to see each other, and once I go into training full time itâll be worse⌠and we both have realized how happy you two have been. I just thought it would be nice. Thatâs all.âÂ
Rhysand swiveled his head to press a kiss into Feyreâs hair.Â
âYou were playing cupid.â Elain said, smiling.Â
âI was trying to,â Feyre smiled so broadly her nose wrinkled. âBut you guys beat me to it.â Â
âOh!â Elain said suddenly, her body jerking a bit, so Azriel had to lift his chin to keep from being bruised. âDoes this mean you can spend the night now?âÂ
Azriel grinned down at her.Â
âI still donât have any sleeping clothes.â Azriel mumbled into her ear.Â
âYou can borrow some from Rhys!â Feyre piped up and Elain nodded eagerly.Â
Rhysand let out an irritated groan and Elain watched as he stood in annoyance and stalked off towards his room.Â
âWhy donât you just borrow my toothbrush as well?â Rhysand asked, motioning for Azriel to follow.Â
Elain immediately missed the feel of his arms around her, but a blush spread through her cheeks as Azriel said, âNo thanks, I can just borrow Elainâs.âÂ
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Authors Note: See !! I promised it would be posted soon :). This is one of my favorite chapters I've written so far. I adore Feyre and her getting back into Archery, and I love how happy Elain is for her sister. PLUS it's nice to write Rhysand and Azriel when they aren't making each others lives difficult đť
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Reads xmalereader smut when no one is lookingâŚ.
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A little confused about how the bat boys are anyone's fantasy considering that "immature horny sexist jock asshole" is one of the most common types of man
#somebody esplain#yall want a man who acts like an 18 year old forever?????#this applies to rhysand cassian and azriel they are all atrocious
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A Guy Who Takes His Time
pairing: azriel x burlesque!reader
warnings: nothing really, just me watching Burlesque and yet again not having any form of self-control
summary: The High Lord takes his two brothers to a Burlesque show to take in and watch the finer things in lifeâyou.
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String pearls.
Tassels.
Waiting staff wearing skimpy little skirts and tops that earned plenty of stares and even more tips teased into the dip of their bustier.
Liquor flowed and desire pulsed hotter than any of the dimly glowing lights hanging from the ceiling. âYouâre up in five,â Tessâ voice shouts through the changing room as you shimmy your next number on.
Ten years here and still youâd never get tired of the confidence that ebbed from your form when wearing nothing but leather and diamonds, feathers and pearls, lace and miles and miles of bare skin. Someoneâs touching up your makeup, probably Sean with a brush coated in a lipstick a brighter red than the blood pulsing in your veins and when the stage lights go black, you know itâs time. âWish me luck.â
Tess swats at your ass, a playful smile on regal features. âYou donât need it.â
You take your place, the slow drag of your heels against the stage is the only sound in the whole bar and you can feel yourself shift into the persona that takes place to exude the role youâre playing. The crowd is full, every seat occupied and even then there are more filtering in, standing in the corners with drinks in their hands and eyes trained on the stageâon you.
One group catches your eye, placed smack dab in the middle of the room is a trio of men; powerful, that much is obvious even with their plainclothes on but thereâs no time to ponder when the music begins and a bright light shines on you.
A two, eight count pause while the band sets the mood and youâll never grow tired of the way the crowd shifts in their seats when you begin to sing.
Oh, oh, oh, oh
A guy who takes his time, Iâll go for anytime
Countless hours of dancing, training the moves over and over until you were ready to rip your hair out from the root when Tess kept telling you to be aware of every part of your body.
Presence.
Engagement.
Confidence.
It repeated in your brain like a mantra.
âIf you let them make you believe you donât belong on that stageâthat you donât own that stage then you donât have any business being up there in the first place.â Sheâd drilled into you after applying ointment to the blisters on your feet, wrapping them in bandages thick enough that it didnât irritate in your high heels.
Presence.
Your hands rake over your body, fingers hooking into the see through cover-up and sliding it off your shoulders. You can feel their eyes follow the clothing drop to the ground; the air charged with anticipation, wondering exactly how much you were planning on taking off while looking so pretty doing it.
Iâm a fast-moving gal who likes âem slow
Youâre eyes catch on that group in the middle, sliding over their faces while you continue your routine and while you were supposed to stay up here, you canât help the way your body slinks off of the edge of the stage, back arching like a stretching feline.
Got no use for fancy drivinâ, want to see a guy arrivinâ in low
The lights follow your every move, back-up dancers filling up the space youâd left occupied but itâs like youâd taken the stage with youâattendees twisting in their chairs, necks craning and eyes glued on you as you ease through the tables.
Engagement.
You stop by one male, dressed nicer than most and the cocky smirk he sends his group of friends makes your fingers itch to bring him down a peg. Your palm ruffles through his pristinely styled hair, painted nails tracing down his neck and you pause as cup your hand around his throat. A public display of dominanceâof who really ran this fucking show and commanded the attention of everyone whoâd handed over their hard-earned money just to watch you prance around in your tiny little clothes and sing just like you did at home when no one was looking. Thereâs a ring on his finger and you make sure to loosen up the tie around his neck, pressing a red kiss on your hand to smear over his mouth before leaving as if youâd never ever seen him.
Iâd be satisfied, electrified to know a guy what takes his time
A hurry-up affair, I always give the air
The three men in the middle are even more handsome up close, you realize. The thin material of your tights brushing their knees and you see the one in the middle tenseâhappily taken, you conclude.
A huge part of your job was reading body language, understanding the people in your crowd without truly exchanging words and he sends you a grateful smile when you casually avoid him.
His other two friends were fair game, both with inky black hair but while ones was cropped short at the shoulder, the other; it was clear there was even more hiding in that bun at the nape of his neck. Their wings are tucked tight behind them, a silent warning not to touch without permission and youâre careful when extending your hand.
The one of the left comes to your aid without hesitation, eyes wide with awe as the alluring scent of your perfume washed over him. His hand is slightly calloused in yours as he helps you onto the table before them, lights shifting with your new position with ease and you can feel a few of the male bar staff gravitate a little closerâtrained to ensure the safety of the dancers above all else.
Confidence.
Your routine continues without a hitch, moves coming to you like second nature. Exaggerated movements that didnât seem so obvious when the rest of your body followed suit so smoothly, hips slow when you put on a show and youâre certain theyâre staring at the pearl thong shoved up your ass when you bend at the hips slowly.
You could hear Tessâ voice in your head. âBalance, baby. Every naughty move has to be followed by something soft and sweet. I canât explain it but it just adds to the allure.â
And while one friend is eager to appease you, the one on the right pretends you arenât even there. A brow quirksâfinally, a challenge.
You voice carries through the space, a picture worth painting when gently pressing a heel to his chest. It forces his gaze, hazel eyes burning as he looks at you for what seems like the first time the whole night and you try to ignore the chill that runs down your spineâlike youâd met him before, known him from somewhere but you canât quite put your finger on it and youâre certain he catches the way your eye squints down at him.
Your head shakes slightly, as if physically pulling yourself free from the feeling and the cool mask you wore when performing slid back into place when reaching for his hand. You can feel his whole body tense and he waits for you to recoil, to pull your hand back but you truly make no indication that you could even feel the misshapen scars there and itâs then when you gain his full attention.
Hazel eyes boring into yours like you were a puzzle he had to solve in five minutes or less and the clock was tick, tick, ticking away.
It surprises you; the way your body reacts to the slow drag of his palm up your thigh and you donât stop until itâs reached the little clip at the top holding your stocking in place. His throat bobs when it flicks open with a click, sheer material pliant and loose and sliding down the length of leg youâd guided him up before but this time he does it on his own.
Everyone else seems to melt away when you stare at the way he does it, seemingly captivated by the truly bared skin and when itâs bunched at your ankles he makes gentle work of slipping off your heel, planting a kiss on the flesh toned bandage wrapped just under your big toe. The fabric falls free from your body, heel back in place and your steps are a little wobbly when you retract, Luca; one of the newer staff security subtly raising an arm to stabilize you.
Oh a guy what takes his time, Iâd go for every time
A hasty job really spoils a masterâs touch
It takes every bone in your body to step away, to finish your setâon stage where you were supposed to be but every step felt like you were leaving behind something you didnât even realize you were missing. And when you finish off the final note, the lights go dark and the curtains close.
Youâre rushed back to the fitting room to change for the next set and the whole time youâre shaking in anticipation, waiting for the chance to see him again but when you go to finish your final numberâheâs not there.
In fact, all three of them had left, their table cleaned and another group was being ushered to sit in their place. You shun away the disappointment, silently cursing yourself at the distraction and in an instant youâre backâcool and calm.
This was your stage. You owned it and no one could ever take it from you.
Presence.
Engagement.
Confidence.
The curtains rose and the light snapped to light, focused right on you and youâre sure you did well, judging by the cheers outside when your pushed to the back room, drinks already being brought in and youâre searching for Tess but sheâs nowhere to be found. âTess?â You call out for her, rounding the corner to the dressing rooms, eyes scanning over the empty office before going to the makeup tables and you freeze. âTess, I need help. I can never get out of this one without breaking the zipperââ
Because sitting at your spot, eyes trained on a framed picture of you and all the girls on some trip youâd taken a few years backâwas him.
âYouâre not, Tess.â
âNo,â He answers and his voice sends a shiver up your spine.
Suddenly, it feels too quiet in here and youâre more aware of the fact that everyone is surely already changed and filtering out for food and drinks after a long night but you canât bring yourself to tell them to wait for you. âYouâre not really supposed to be back here.â
âNo? Well, I spoke to woman who claims she owns this bar and she told me I could wait for you here.â
Tess.
Itâs then you seem to notice the flowers, a pretty bouquet obviously hand picked from the garden that Tessâ best friend Sean liked to tend to during the day but you donât point it out. Instead, you look at them like itâs the first time ever seeing such colors on soft petals . âThose for me?â
âThey are.â He hands them over almost nervously, pinky finger twitching when your hands grazes his own.
Your eyes flutter shut when you take in their smell, comforting and familiar and everything you couldâve ever wanted. âAnd who am I to thank for such lovely flowers?â
Heâs behind you when he answers, fingers ghosting over the zipper stuck between your shoulder blades and your heart hammers against your chest when his knuckles graze your back as the fabric split down, down, down until you were clutching it in place at your chest. âAzriel,â His name is whispered on your shoulder, breath catching in your throat at the close proximity and every bone in your body is screaming for him to touch you; somewhere, anywhere. âBut for now, Iâd like to just be a guy who takes things slow.â Your heart skips a beat, excitement and interest and all of the perfect crush forming feelings beginning their dance in your belly when he finishes softly. âYou hungry?â
The smile he pulls from you is genuine, eyes sparkling when you look up at him. âStarved.â
âCome onâchange. I know a place.â
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pairing: azriel x f!reader
summary: azrielâs curiosity and penchant for spying reveals exactly why youâve been moreâŚenthusiastic in bed lately
word count: 5.8k :0
warnings: smut (not super detailed)!! 18+ mdni pls, az being nosy
a/n: this is one of my faves so far :â) i have this persistent silly headcanon that az is the biggest busybody of them all and thatâs why heâs so good at his job
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Sex between you and Azriel was far from boring. It was a well known secret that Azriel had a predilection towards kink and experimentation, so your adventures with him between the sheets never left either of you dissatisfied. Far from it, actually.
Being with him was always pleasurable, wonderful, and unrivaled by any youâd had before him. During girls night, you had always attested to his prowess, said that his skills of observation extended past the battlefield and very much into the bedroom. And his wingspanâŚyou would neither confirm nor deny whether the theory around Illyrian males and their wingspan was true, much to their chagrin, but the mischievous smirk that curled your lips was all they needed to confirm their suspicions.
Azriel was a skilled lover; he knew your ins and outs, understood almost innately how to coax pleasure from you with a simple, well placed brush of his fingers. More often than not, Azriel had you in a puddle on the floor before he could even take his pants off. Which, ordinarily, was a more than welcome skill â you loved how well he knew you, adored how he loved you so much that his brain was like a file cabinet of information about things you liked.
But youâd grown frustrated lately, more and more desiring to reduce Azriel to the same pleasure filled putty that he so often did with you. His composure was infuriatingly ironclad; you knew he felt the same primal, overwhelming desire that you did â such was the nature of the mating bond â but he was much better at masking it.
In short, you wanted to know what made him tick, what made him beg and whimper and plead with you to touch him. Youâd been mated for a year now, and while his desire for you never waned, you had yet to find the one thing that made him sink to his knees and beg the way he so easily coaxed you to do for him.
It was no secret that your mate had a bold competitive streak. But your own stubbornness rivaled his own, leading to long, long card game nights and sparring matches â much to everyone elseâs entertainment.
Though you knew you had no reason to feel such competitiveness when matters of the bedroom were concerned, you couldnât help but feel a twinge of annoyance that Azriel had so easily figured out how to make you squirm in a multitude of ways â with all your cards on the table â while you were still somewhat in the dark about his most favored bedroom inclinations. Azriel kept the secrets of his hand close to his chest.
So you vowed to yourself that youâd figure it out, test his composure to see how exactly to make that beautiful, calm countenance crack. It was like a game, but one you were more than willing to play and even more determined to win.
Ever the observer however, Azriel caught on to the changes in your excitement beneath the sheets, amusement and adoration coursing through his veins as he reveled in your sudden vigor, never shying away from a challenge.
You had been more experimental in your bedroom endeavors as of late, asking him to bend you this way and that, introducing things that he never thought youâd be interested in â not that he was complaining in the slightest. Though your differences were strikingly obvious, Azriel would be lying if he said he wasnât curious about where your sudden interest in various sexual niches had sprung from.
Initially, it was all fun and games; if you wanted to explore then so be it â heâd match you stroke for stroke every time. But eventually, his nosiness had wedged its way deep into each crevice of his mind until he was all-consumed, curiosity devolving into a burgeoning anxiety.
Was something wrong?
Azriel was positive that if you were bored you would tell him. Had you heard something from one of the others that spurred you to want to explore more? Had you felt as though you had to introduce novelty every time to please him?
You had to have known that was far from the truth; no matter your state, Azriel had always made it clear to you that you were the most exquisite creature heâd ever had the privilege of knowing, let alone laying with. He didnât think there was anything wrongâŚat least not for him. Maybe you felt like something was missing.
âPenny for your thoughts, brother?â
Rhysâs voice snapped him out of his anxious musings. Azriel hadnât realized that he was pacing so furiously he could have worn a hole through the floor. Both Rhysand and Cassian had been watching with amusement glinting in their eyes. After all, it was a rare sight to see their ordinarily calm and stoic shadowsinger so worked up.
The same poker face Azriel had worn to win countless games of cards against his brothers masked his features now, but the twitch in his brow and the near missable ruffling of his wings were tells that Cassian and Rhysand were well acquainted with.
The shadowsinger had never perfected his stone faced indifference when he was thinking of you.
Cassian ventured a guess, âHave you upset Y/N?â
Cassian had meant to tease, but the way Azriel stayed silent had his eyebrow arching in question. Azriel ignored the curious glance from his brother as his mind ran in circles once more.
Had he upset you? Was your sudden experimentation in bed some roundabout way of telling him that he had done something to hurt you? No, noâŚthat didnât make sense, he was being illogical.
OrâŚHad he somehow missed picking up on something that you liked?
Your sudden interest in sexual exploration was far from a problem, but he got the niggling sense that you were up to something, playing a game that he wasnât privy to. And he wanted in.
Azriel was private by nature, never revealing more of his relationship with you than absolutely necessary to his brothers, not wanting to overshare in fear that heâd fall victim to their incessant teasing. But thisâŚmaybe it would be useful to get their opinions about your sudden change in interests? Cassian and Rhys were both mated males afterall, and maybe there was something Azriel was missing. He would never admit it to anyone but himself, but he fell victim to his crippling neuroticism more times than heâd like to. Curiosity and anxiety were two sides of the same coin.
So he indulged and told his brothers of your sudden vigor in bed, enthusiasm to try something new every single time. Youâd been insatiable as of late and he didnât know why; nothing had changed that he knew of and it was concerning him, he couldnât stand not knowing.
âSo,â Rhys started tentatively, narrowing his eyes in confusion, not quite grasping the issue that Azriel was so hesitant to endorse. âY/N is trying new things in bed.â
And elsewhere, Azriel thought with a ghost of a smile on his lips. Heâd leave that part out, though; Rhys probably wouldnât appreciate knowing the details about the going-ons in the dining room of the townhouse. And the gardens. And the hallways.
âAnd youâre complaining?â Cassian asked, incredulous, similarly at a loss for his brotherâs concern.
âIâm not complaining, Cass,â Azriel groaned and slumped unceremoniously into a chair (much like an irritated school child whoâd been caught doing something they werenât supposed to), immediately regretting his poorly thought out decision to confide in his brothers. âIâm just confused. I donât know what she wants.â
âHave you considered asking her?â Rhys inquired, infuriatingly teasing smile curving his lips.
Azriel deadpanned and clicked his tongue, not believing that Rhys would assume he was so inept at communicating with his lover, âOf course Iâve asked. She just says nothingâs changed. I believe her, but itâs still bothering me and I donât know why.â
Both Cassian and Rhys resisted the urge to laugh, mentally conversing about how Azrielâs affections for you often reduced him to an adolescent-like lovesickness, begging and willing to please. Az had been this way since they were children; fiercely competitive and subsequently pouty if he didnât have the upper hand, always wanting to know and learn everything he could.
This side of the shadowsinger was one that did not make an appearance often, reserving itself until he was around the few he trusted wholeheartedly.
The past couple of centuries saw even less of this endearingly childish and competitive Azriel â even around his closest friends â as Night Court duties and his identity as Spymaster overshadowed most opportunities to be vulnerable in his relationships.
But when you came around, light began to spark beneath the shadowy depths of Azrielâs countenance as you slowly coaxed him to trust and love as fiercely as everyone knew he was capable of, with the reckless abandon that his childhood self so easily embodied.
âMaybe check her nightstand,â Cassian teased with a wink, only half joking, as a quiet happiness bubbled within him at the small glimpses of Azrielâs vulnerability. âSome of Nestaâs best kept secrets are hidden there.â
Before Azriel could furrow his brow and chastise his brother for snooping through his mateâs belongings, a realization hit him.
Nesta.
You had been spending an awfully large amount of time with the eldest Archeron sister in the library lately, choosing to hole up there in lieu of your other hobbies when you werenât training or engaging in your various other Night Court duties.
But Nesta would be a dead end. There was no way he could approach her without tipping you off to his secret sleuthing. Though he and Nesta were friends, her loyalties laid with you; there was an unexplainable female camaraderie between you â a chosen sisterhood, if you will â and if he asked if she knew anything about what was going on, sheâd go running to you, mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
The conversation with his brothers was about as helpful as he initially thought it would be, and he let himself succumb to their jokes about how wrapped around your finger he was. Azriel had endured it graciously, knowing better than anyone that they were right, that he was indeed wrapped so tightly around your little finger that he was unsure of where he ended and you began. That he would gratefully stay in the palm of your hand for as long as you would allow.
But that night, after you had told him not to wait up for you because youâd be having drinks with Feyre and Mor, Cassianâs voice reverberated insistently in his mind.
Check her nightstandâŚbest kept secretsâŚ
Azriel resisted the urge to snoop for all of ten minutes before his inherent nosiness clouded his judgment and got the better of him; afterall, his love for secrets is what made him such an effective spymaster. Before he knew it, he was rolling onto your side of the bed, inquisitive hands pulling open your bedside drawer.
Hidden among the small stack of books he had given you was a thick novel with a cover he recognized, but gave no second thought.
It was a book you said Nesta had lent you. When he asked if you liked it you said it was âonly okayâ and that youâd let him know if he should read it when you were finished. Despite your lukewarm review, however, it had never left your side, and he had found you on more than one occasion cozied up with it in your hands, cheeks dusted with a heat he knew all too well.
Azriel was well aware of the content of the books Nesta favored, often lending a reluctant ear to a whiny Cassian whenever she paid more attention to her books than him.
But there was no way your sudden excitement for novelty in the bedroom could be inspired by Nestaâs smutty recommendationsâŚright? He leafed through, assessing hazel eyes quickly skimming the paragraphs, catching glimpses of the prose that had you so enraptured.
Azriel felt the back of his neck heat.
It was smut, as he assumed. But this was trulyâŚfilth. Pure, unadulterated, filthy smut.
Azriel was a lover of all books, never having been one to categorize or judge them by popular opinion. And, to be completely fair, he had read a decent amount of books filled with sex and romance.
ButâŚhe was sure that the acts detailed in this one would make even the Court of Nightmaresâs debauchery look saintly. Even Azriel, who had been correctly assumed to be the kinkiest of the Inner Circle, felt tame in comparison to the words flickering across the pages of your book. How did you read this with such impassivity on your face?
Azriel snapped the book shut with such force the pages blew a cool, gentle breeze onto his heating face. He tried â and failed â to not picture you in the position the main character in your book was described in, unintentionally sending a soft hum of his burgeoning arousal down your bond. He was beginning to understand your desire to replicate the more salacious scenes detailed in your novels.
Having fun without me, Az? Came your teasing inquiry in his mind, as he meticulously replaced all of your belongings into your nightstand.
Donât be nosy, he quipped back, extremely aware of the irony of his statement. And then after a beat he added, answering your question with a sincerity that never failed to grip your heart, Never without you, love.
You left him waiting for a response a little bit longer than you normally would as you attempted to control the thundering beat of your heart in your chest. You were convinced that no amount of time could ever diminish the effects that Azrielâs blatant display of love had on your composure. As much as he was wrapped around your little finger, you were just as tightly wrapped around his.
I take back what I said earlier, wait up for me.
Azriel smirked to himself, feeling a flare of triumph, Itâs a date, then. Maybe Iâll find something interesting to read in the meantime.
If you caught on to his sly insinuation, you did not let on, just continued bantering with him for a few moments before returning your full attention to your friends, who were no doubt attempting to extract morsels of information from your obviously lascivious exchange with your lover.
But that night â even after Azriel had promptly fucked you into a blissful oblivion â had yielded no more information about your recent proclivity for finding a new kink, so Azriel did what he did best and spied.
He kept a watchful eye on the books you read, and tracked the times you asked him to try something new. He spent more time in the library than necessary under the guise that Rhys had put him up to some research.
Which was only half of a lie. He was in there to do reconnaissance, yes, just not for Rhys.
Azriel scanned the bookshelves for anything that seemed like it had been recently replaced, pages still clinging to the sweet scent of your skin. A title he recognized caught his eye and he slotted it out of place, flipping through the pages to confirm his suspicions.
This book was shorter than the others heâd seen you carry around, but certainly no less obscene. A smirk pulled at Azrielâs lips as he read a dog eared chapter that you had clearly marked for inspiration, recollections of your most recent tryst in his office flooding his awareness.
. Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ý
You had sauntered into his small, private study at the House of Wind, short dress skimming the curves of your thighs as you bent to greet him with a kiss to his cheek. Heâd been distracted at the time â surveying maps and cross referencing with ancient textbooks â and barely tore his attention away from his work long enough to squeeze your hand in greeting.
But you didnât seem to mind, opting to make yourself comfortable and purveying the books neatly organized on his shelves. When youâd found a book you thought would be interesting enough â though probably not quite as interesting as the one youâd just finished, per Nestaâs recommendation â you settled into the armchair across Azrielâs desk, shoulders against one armrest as your legs draped over the other.
Azriel looked up at you then, soft smile curving his lips. He loved when you kept him company while he worked; somehow, whenever you were around, work never seemed nearly as daunting or overwhelming.
You met his gaze with your own grin, silently communicating your support of him in the way that only mates could, tugging gently on the bond before winking at him and resettling your attention back to the book in your lap.
The both of you worked in that wonderfully comfortable silence for a while before Azriel caught you fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. The sun had begun its routine descent below the horizon, cool breeze stirring the sheer curtains framing his windows. Though summer had plagued the days with heat and humidity, the nights were still cool as the last dregs of spring eked away.
He looked up, intending on asking if you needed anything â a blanket, maybe â but the words died swiftly in his throat when he eyed a flash of bare skin as you swung your legs to stand, showcasing just enough for him to clue in to the fact that you were indeed not wearing underwear. Or anything else under your dress, if the peak of your nipples beneath the silk was anything to go by.
Selfishly, for a brief moment, Azriel decided that maybe keeping the windows open wouldnât be so bad.
He pried his eyes away from your form making its way back to his bookcase, and instead attempted to tamp down the raging lust stirring in his belly so he could focus. But the mental picture of what he knew lay beneath the barely there fabric of your dress coupled with your scent made the lines on the map he was studying blur into nonsense.
Though intelligent and compassionate at heart, Azriel often found himself a slave to his baser male instincts when it came to you. There was little â if anything â you could do to quell the raging need to touch you, kiss you, be near you at all hours of the day; his desire for you was a constant hum belying his daily routine. He had not one iota of self control when you were involved, much to his simultaneous thrill and chagrin.
Inwardly, he cursed himself as he stole another glance at you as you stretched onto your toes to reach a book on the top shelf.
Beauty incarnate, truly, he thought. Azrielâs eyes tracked each slope and valley of the lines of your body, taking his time to commit each curve to memory, the way he should have been doing with the maps sitting now uselessly on his desk.
You looked at him over your shoulder, small pout on your lips, âAz, can you help me? I canât reach.â
Azrielâs heart leapt. Itâs like you were doing it on purpose, and in hindsight you definitely were. But despite the gnawing adoration encouraging him to fall to his knees and worship at your feet, he stood with the cool grace of someone unperturbed by their mateâs subtle seduction.
Azriel obliged you, coming up behind you, one hand curling around your hip to steady himself as the other reached easily to the top shelf to grab the book your fingertips skimmed. As he leaned forward, you could feel the hard planes of his chest against your back and you wanted to abandon all your plans to slowly seduce Azriel into a puddle on the floor, but you remained steadfast in your decision. Nesta had pushed a book into your hands and said she tried this once with Cassian and that the resulting hours were pure heaven, and you wanted to test the theory, curiosity rivaling that of your mateâs.
You barely registered Azriel putting the book in your hands, too lost in the warmth of his familiar touch. But you composed yourself quickly, leaning back into him to kiss him in thanks, not so subtly pushing your ass back into his hips. A feeling of revelry settled in your chest when you felt him already half hard beneath his pants, his fingers curling tighter around your hip.
Oh so reluctantly, you pulled away, perfect picture of obliviousness as you plopped back down on the armchair you were occupying previously.
Azriel thought he would collapse in on himself when you went to sit back down. You had him so tightly ensnared it was like he was still in the midst of the initial mating frenzy. He briefly wondered if the mind-boggling need for you would ever go away, though part of him knew hoped it never would.
He took a moment to compose himself â if that was even possible when oneâs mate was clearly playing a dangerous game of seduction â bracing himself with one arm steady against the bookshelf.
Despite how much Azriel so greatly wanted to shirk his responsibilities to bend you over his desk, he wouldnât. Not yet anyway. The work day wasnât quite over, and the plans he was making for you would surely last too long to finish his research afterwards. So he steeled himself and took a deep, steadying breath, willing his blood to fill his head again so he could think with some semblance of clarity.
Though at baseline, he always found it difficult to think rationally when you were around.
While Azriel was trying â and failing â to regain his composure, you were feigning extreme interest in the book you had selected at random: The History and Systems of Fae War Treaties.
If Azriel had been paying any attention to what you were reaching for, heâd have caught on to your ploy, but luckily for you the mere sight of you was enough to render him at least somewhat incapacitated.
You took a peek at him over the back of the chair, triumphant satisfaction crooking your lips into a mischievous smile. Maybe this would be the day he finally cracks, you think to yourself.
But as the sun dipped lower beneath the skyline of Velaris below, and as Azriel stubbornly worked away at his desk, you felt the tiredness of the day settle into your bones, pull you deeper into the plush leather of Azrielâs loveseat. Cassian had run you ragged with training this morning, and Rhys and Amren had your mind working tirelessly as the three of you attempted to draft a peace treaty in a meager four hours.
But you wouldnât sleep, not yet, not until you had reduced Azriel to a beautiful, orgasmic mess in his chair. Not until the hazel of his eyes were blown dark with desire and pleading as you straddled his hips.
The next hour was a fight to stay awake as the words on the pages in your lap began to blur into obscurity, mind muddling with theories and questions â though the book was an off handed choice, you couldnât deny that the information was coincidentally incredibly pertinent to the discussion you were having with Rhys and Amren earlier in the day.
The telltale sigh of a dayâs work completed pulled your attention away from your book, gaze settling on your mate. His hair was mused in a way that told you he had spent the last however long skating his fingers through it, but as always it fell perfectly across his forehead in defiance of the tiredness creeping up his neck.
Azrielâs eyes met yours and apparently your coy seduction earlier still held his body in a vice, evident in the way he stood and stalked to you. There was a cool, domineering edge to his movements and you knew your plan had worked to a degree, but the determination you had to break him down had leeched out of you the same way the night had stolen the dayâs heat.
You hummed in satisfaction as he leaned down to kiss you, the pressure gentle and so, so sweet. A stark contrast to the dark and tempting storm of desire Azriel flooded your senses with down the bond.
Never once breaking the contact of your kiss, heâd wedged a knee between your legs as one hand braced against the arm of the loveseat while the other danced at the hem of your dress, endearingly asking for permission.
Your mouth curved against his and you guided his hand up to your hip, gasping delightedly when his hand tracked further up your waist, bringing the hem of your dress up with it as he slotted your hips more comfortably against his leg.
His lips traced a scalding trail of open mouthed kisses against your jaw, your neck, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest that had your hips rolling against him.
âSo bold for me,â he said, his hand skating across your unclothed skin while he urged your hips to grind a little harder against his thigh. You gasped, the pressure so wonderfully perfect against your cunt.
Though your initial intention was to get Azriel all hot and bothered, you couldnât deny that the game you had set yourself up in had the same effect on you; the lingering, almost lazy path his eyes swept over your body every time you shifted across from him left heat singing between your legs, untamed longing for you dancing down the golden thread between you.
âAzâŚâ you rasped, arching your hips up to meet his still clothed body, the top of your dress pushed languidly down to your waist as Azriel played slow music on the skin of your breasts. The loveseat was a cramped fit at best, but Azrielâs surprising flexibility and dexterity made it work despite the general largeness of his wings and frame. Heâd made even the smallest corners of the House work for your sexual escapades.
The memories of all the scandalous little happenings you two have been partaking in the past few months flitted across your mindâs eye like an erotic slideshow, and you groaned. Legs tightening around his in desperate search for more friction, more contact, more of him. His name on your lips again was a wanton plea, a sound so wonderfully obscene Azriel almost came in his pants.
âHmm?â He hummed, closing his lips around your nipple, teeth gently tugging before his tongue was quick to soothe the ache. The way your hips were grinding so shamelessly against him had his head spinning with a swirling mix of lust and love, and he clung to the last shreds of self discipline he had. It was all he could do to not tear both of your clothes off and sink himself deep into your brilliant warmth.
Azriel had always been patient, mastery over his desire was a skill heâd honed meticulously over the past few centuries â though you had a way of quickly unraveling his self control with one flutter of your eyelashes. But he wanted to make this last for you, wanted to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible. So he pressed his thigh more firmly between your legs, his own hips slotting against the side of your body.
You gasped at the feel of him, of how hard he was against your hip, and you tried to reach him, tried to get him to release some of the tension you knew coiled in his belly. He groaned deep and breathless when you pressed insistently against him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he continued his ministrations on your body.
Azrielâs hands were everywhere, trailing paths around your breasts, up your neck, into your hair, and between your legs the way he no doubt was doing with the maps on his desk earlier.
It was infuriating how close you were already, how swiftly the tables had turned (though you half blamed the sudden onset of your fatigue the day had cursed you with), how with one well placed touch you were on the brink of collapse at Azrielâs mercy yet again.
He was urging your hips faster now, his fingers and lips making quick work of all the places he knew would have you keening. And before you could even register that he was still fully clothed, hard cock still straining against the confines of his pants, you were falling, breathless and dizzy with release.
The night had been far from over. You came twice more in that godsdamned loveseat â once with his fingers buried inside you and another time with his head between your legs â before he whisked you away to your bedroom where you finally, finally felt the delicious stretch of him inside you.
By the time the sun was making its appearance over the horizon once more, you had lost count of how many times Azriel had you begging.
. Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ý
Though your spicy little rendezvous in his office â and encore in the bedroom â wasnât quite an exact replica of what played out in the book you had apparently just read, Azriel had thought your coy seduction had its intended effect. Heâd been so fucking desperate for you that he couldnât wait until you were out of his study to have you coming for him.
But, as he skimmed the pages of the chapter you marked, he couldnât help but think that maybe he wouldnât mind being fully at the mercy of your whims, wouldnât mind submitting to the pleasure that you so easily coaxed from him. He was already always so eager to please you, so willing to crawl to the ends of the earth for you if you had so much as suggested you wanted him to.
âAzriel?â Nestaâs voice dripped with wicked amusement, effectively pulling him from his erotic reverie. âI never thought Iâd see you in this section of the library.â
Fuck.
He hadnât anticipated that heâd run into Nesta, a severely idiotic oversight on his part considering the Houseâs library was something akin to her own personal sanctuary. Azriel turned slowly on his heels to face her, mind working in overdrive to come up with a viable excuse for him being there.
âNesta,â was all he came up with. Pathetic.
Her smirk turned deadly when she realized he was floundering. Arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted ever so slightly upwards, she looked the very portrait of smug amusement; he would expect nothing less of his friend who moonlighted as Lady Death.
Nestaâs eyes dropped to the book he forgot he was holding, and her eyebrows shot up in understanding, âAh, I just recommended that one to Y/N. She gave it a hefty five stars. Said it wasâŚintriguing.â
Nestaâs sly comments were enough to confirm Azrielâs suspicions that you were taking bedroom inspiration from the arsenal of smutty books the House stocked. And, with the way Nesta was biting her tongue, he could tell that she knew exactly why he was there.
Cassian, that fucking mouthy bastard.
Before Azriel could open his mouth to tell her that it wasnât what it looked like â even though they both knew it was exactly what it looked like â Nesta stalked past him, pulling books off the shelf with striking precision. With a stack of five books balanced on one hand, she took the one Azriel was holding and reshelved it.
âThese are Y/Nâs favorite,â she said, this time with a little bit more softness and understanding as she placed them gingerly in his arms. âIâm sure sheâd love if you read them.â
Azriel scanned each cover, a fond smile working to tilt the corners of his lips. You did love these; he had been familiar with these covers long before you were even mated, always keeping a lovingly watchful eye on the things you enjoyed, filing the knowledge away in his mind for later.
âThanks, Nesta,â he said sincerely, adoration for you filling his chest with warmth as he remembered the excitement lighting your eyes while you read these books, cute flush radiating off your cheeks.
Nesta only nodded, giving his shoulder an encouraging few pats as she stalked off to another aisle, no doubt scouring the shelves for a new read.
. Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ý
Azriel told himself that heâd only read a few chapters â for research â but he hadnât realized that heâd spent the better half of his day off lounging on the loveseat in his study.
Despite his previous reservations around the smutty books youâd so lovingly treasured, he found he was enjoying them â and not just for the well written, detailed sex scenes that you were pulling ideas from. He was two-thirds of the way through the second book, in the midst of the big climax, when you snuck up on him.
âIt seems youâve discovered my dirty little secret,â you said coyly, arms coming up behind him to snake around his shoulders.
Azriel jumped at your sudden appearance, inwardly cursing himself for teaching you how to sneak up on someone so effectively. He closed the book swiftly, feeling a flustered blush creep up his neck.
You pouted and rested your chin on his shoulder, âAw, you were just getting to the best part! Donât stop reading on my account.â
Azriel groaned but gave in, leaning back into your touch, âDonât tease me.â
âI would never tease you, my love,â you said mockingly before kissing his cheek. âIt is really the best part, though. The paint sceneââ
Before you could regale the details of the main charactersâ sexual escapades, Azriel took your chin in his fingers and slotted his lips over yours in a silent plea to stop your innocent tormenting. He reveled in the way you kissed him back without pause; he didnât think heâd ever get used to the way you loved him as eagerly as he did you.
âDirty little secret, huh?â He quipped, lips brushing yours as a bemused smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. You rolled your eyes as you made your way around the back of the chair, gesturing for him to uncross his legs so you could settle yourself on his lap.
Your weight was a welcome comfort as he continued prodding you, âIs this why youâve been soâŚeager lately?â
âI didnât think youâd notice,â you admitted, winding your arms around his neck as he scoffed in mock disbelief.
âGive me some credit love, I notice everything when it comes to you.â Came his quick response.
You pursed your lips, half in childish dissatisfaction that your little game was over, âI just wanted to know how to get you to beg for me. I needed ideas.â
Your nonchalance belied the wicked sensuality of your words and he chuckled, wrapping his wings around you both before mapping a scathing trail of kisses up your neck. The pillowy feel of his lips brushing your ear made you shudder, his teeth nibbling playfully at your earlobe as he hummed deep in his chest, âWe have a lifetime together, thereâs no rush. But since you want it so badly, shall I show you how well I can beg for you?â
Azrielâs offer sent an exhilarating shiver down your spine, and you so desperately wanted to give in, wanted to watch him come undone beneath you as he pleaded with you to touch him. But you shook your head despite yourself, competitive stubbornness the only barrier between you and what you wanted.
âI want to earn it, make you want me so bad you canât help yourself.â
Your words were a breathy murmur that nearly had Azriel flipping you over right there on the too small lounge chair, but he resisted, prioritizing his assurances that you were the only thing he wanted every second of every day.
âThatâs the thing, beloved,â he whispered in your ear, deep voice doused in honey reverberating in your bones as your desire flared so wildly it made you lightheaded. His hand, calloused palms rough against your skin, skated beneath the hem of your dress to grab hold of your hip and move you so you were straddling him.
This was the image you played over and over in your mind. The unbridled, unrestrained look of pleading in his eyes that blew his pupils wide, that had his hips shifting against yours in a display of just how much he wanted you.
âI always want you,â he continued. âIâd beg for you like I am dying of dehydration and you are my oasis. Just ask, and Iâll do exactly as you say.â
You were mesmerized, finger tracing the sharp contours of his jawline before ending at his chin, tilting his gaze up with the same practiced dominance youâd seen him slip into countless times before. You savored the way he shuddered at your touch, pretty lips parting as his chest heaved.
The corner of your mouth quirked, your breath a ghost over his lips, âShow me, then.â
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Nights and Days
Pairing: Azriel Ă reader
Summary: Azriel and Y/N are on a mission in Illyria, but as they move from one camp to another, theyâre caught in a blizzard and are forced to find shelter in the nearest inn. Thanks to the shadowsinger, there's only one bed.
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, just a sprinkle of shadow play, language, lots of witty banter
Word count: 6.3k
A/N: this is my first time writing smut, so I'd really appreciate it if you let me know what you think đĽş
Groups of rebels had begun to appear all over Illyria, claiming that Rhys was not a good High Lord, that a low-born bastard was not suited to be their general, and that training their women was nothing more than a waste of time.
After two weeks of diplomacy that led to absolutely nothing, Rhys had dispatched the Inner Circle to deal with the rebels. Mor and Amren had stayed in Velaris to make sure nothing happened, but the others had been sent out to Illyria. And Y/N had been paired up with Azriel.
They were flying from one war camp to the nextâY/N trying to focus on anything other than Azriel holding her close as he flewâwhen it started to snow.
âIs it safe to keep going?â she asked him, glancing at his beautiful wings flapping behind him.
âWould you rather I land now? In the middle of nowhere?â Azriel looked down at her with a little smirk on his face. âGive me some credit, Y/N. I can handle a little snow.â
She rolled her eyes at him. âOh, I'm sorry. I forgot youâre a big, tough Illyrian warrior. My bad.â
He didn't answer, but she didn't need to look at him to know he was still smirking. That annoyingly attractive smirk always made her want to kiss him. She focused on the forest below, on anything other than his lips and how close theyâd be if she would just turn her head his way.
They flew in silence for just a few more minutes before the snow began to fall more heavily. Y/N simply looked at Azriel with a raised eyebrow, not bothering to use words.
âYouâre insufferable, you know that?â he said when he noticed her expression, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. âCamp is not that far. We can still make it.â
âAzriel, did you wake up this morning and just decided to be stupid?â She pointed at the grey sky above them, where more clouds were gathering with the promise of more snow to come. âYou see that, right? Itâs already late and we both know itâll only get worse. We wonât reach the next camp before it turns into a blizzard. Besides, Iâm freezing my ass off out here.â
His only answer was a low chuckle. âOh, yeah? The poor princess is freezing her little ass off?â
She smacked him on the shoulder. âMy ass is anything but little, shadowsinger. Shouldnât you find us a shelter or something, instead of making fun of me?â
âSaid the one who just called me stupid,â he pointed out. He lifted a brow, flashing her another one of those smirks. âMaybe you should apologize for that, and I might think about landing somewhere.â
She cocked her head, unsure if he was messing around or not. âI refuse to apologize for telling the truth. And youâd better land soon, or Iâll kick your ass when you do.â
Azrielâs laugh echoed in her ears, and it took all her focus not to smile just at that sound she so rarely got to hear. âAs if you could actually kick my ass.â
If her arms hadnât been wrapped around his neck, she would have crossed them over her chest. Or maybe she would have used them to strangle him, if only it wouldn't mean they'd fall out of the sky. Eventually, she settled to roll her eyes again. âAzriel, Iâm being serious.â
Though she enjoyed their usual banter and she knew as well as everyone that she could never kick his ass, she hadnât lied. Even with her Illyrian leathers, she was starting to freeze out there in the snow, and there was no way they would reach their destination without being caught in a full-blown blizzard.
âRelax. Despite what you think, Y/N, Iâm not stupid.â He gestured to something below them just as she opened her mouth to protest. âItâs an inn. You would have noticed it already, if only you hadnât been so busy complaining.â
âShut up,â she grumbled, squinting to see through the trees and the snow. But as Azriel glided down, she finally saw it. It was a rather large building for an inn in the middle of the woodsâmany Illyrians probably passed through itâso there was a high chance of finding a couple of rooms to spend the night in.
Azriel landed and gently set her on the ground. Together, they headed for the door and were welcomed inside by the warmth of a fire in the corner of the room. She shook the snow off her hair as she took in their surroundingsâa few tables full of Illyrian warriors, most of them drinking and laughing quite loudly.
âWe ran out of double rooms.â The innkeeper looked at them as they approached, apparently too bored to even bother with greetings. âBut weâve still got a few single ones.â
Before she could tell him that two rooms were perfect, Azriel was already answering. âWe need only one, actually.â
Next thing she knew, he had grabbed her hand and was leading her up the stairs, a key now clutched in his fingers. She waited for the door to close behind them before she turned to him with a frown. âWhat the hell was that? Why only one room?â
Azriel tossed his pack on the floor and replied as if the answer was obvious. âThe hall was packed with drunk Illyrians.â
âSo?â
He looked at her then, and she couldnât quite understand what she saw in his eyes. Was it concern? Or frustration because she still didnât realize something he thought was so simple?
âIâm not letting you sleep in another room alone, when a bunch of drunk Illyrians have just seen you, probably the only female here, walk in.â
Well, that was not what she expected. But as she thought it over, she couldnât deny he had a point. She was able to hold her own in a fight, just not against fully trained warriors, and she didn't want to take any risk, especially when it was just one night.
Not knowing what to answer, she looked around the room, which consisted of only one bed and a small dresserâlame and boring, but it would do. Except for the one single bed.
She watched as Azriel sat on an old rug, the only decoration there was. âAnd what are you doing now, exactly?â
He shrugged, with that same expression that seemed to tell her the answer was obvious. âI'll take the floor, you take the bed.â
She almost laughed at that. âYou can't sleep on the floor, not with your wings. I'll do it.â
âI'll be fine,â he replied, and extended his wings behind him as if to prove it. âWhy would you want to sleep on the floor anyway?â
âBecause I don't want you to do it,â she answered matter-of-factly. âNow get your ass off that floor, shadowsinger.â
Azriel did no such thing and instead leaned back against the wall and extended his legs in front of him. Her gaze dropped to his thighs, the muscles shifting with the movement.
âWhy would I do that? It's comfortable here.â
She looked up again, her arms crossed over her chest. âIt's not and you know it.â
Both of them too stubborn to give in, they glared at each other. She made no move to sit on the bed, and he made no move to get up. They probably could have spent hours like this, but she couldn't stand the idea of Azriel sleeping on a half-consumed rug, even if it meant she'd do it.
âYou wouldn't want to face the rebels with a sore body tomorrow, would you?â she tried, hoping it'd make him think straight.
âI've slept on the ground before, I'll be fine. Big, tough Illyrian warrior, remember?â His lips twitched up, and amusement glinted in his hazel eyes. âJust take the bed, Y/N. We have a long day ahead of us.â
âWhich is exactly why you should sleep on the bed, Az,â she snapped before taking a deep breath and speaking more calmly. âI'm just the backup. It doesn't matter if I'm sore.â
âIt matters to me.â
His words hung heavily in the air, and she swallowed, not sure how to react to them or to the fervor in his voice. There was an intensity in his eyes that sheâd never seen before and, unable to his gaze any longer, she blinked.
âYouâre not going to budge, are you?â she asked with a sigh, her arms falling back to her sides.
âNo.â And there it was again, that teasing grin she usually wanted to kiss. Right now, though, she felt more like punching him for his stubbornness. It outmatched even her own. âSo I suggest you listen and take the bed. You need some rest.â
She raised an eyebrow. âOh, and you don't?â
This time, it was his turn to sigh and roll his eyes at her. âY/N, Iâll be fine. Iâve slept in worse conditions, and itâs only just one night anyway.â
And yet, the thought of him sleeping on that rug while she was all comfortable on the bed didnât sit right with her. Just like her well-being mattered to him, his mattered to her. Maybe it was because heâd admitted it, or because heâd rather sleep on the floor than let her stay in another room when the place was full of Illyrians. Or maybe she was just trying to find some kind of excuse, but the words were out before she could think better of them.
âSleep on the bed. With me.â
Azrielâs eyes widened, and she immediately regretted even thinking about it. âI beg your pardon?â
âI mean⌠itâs justâŚâ she stuttered, her cheeks heating up as she looked away. What a huge mistake sheâd just made. Just because he cared about her didnât mean heâd want to share a bed with her. What was she even thinking? âI know itâs small and thereâs not much space, but I just⌠I thought itâd still be more comfortable than the floor⌠you know?â Her voice trailed off, and she stared down at her feet.
Deafening silence filled the room, and then Azriel finally spoke, his tone cautious. âAnd thatâs all you were asking?â
She frowned, not sure what else she might have been asking. But she quickly realized what words she had used and how that could potentially sound like something more than an offer to share the bed. Sleep on the bed. With me. Cauldron, she was so stupid. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red. When was the last time she had blushed?
âNo, I wasnâtâ thatâs not what Iââ She couldnât get the words out, and it didnât help that her mind was now wandering toward certain scenarios that involved the two of them, a bed, and very little clothing. She turned away from him and mumbled, âWhatever.â
âI think this is the first time I've ever seen you speechless.â There was amusement in his voice, and she knew the asshole was smirking once more. âYou should watch your word choice if thatâs not what you intended to ask.â
âYeah, I know. Sorry,â she murmured as she reached for her pack, but when she took her nightgown out, she realized there was no place to go to get changed. How was she supposed to change in front of him after such an embarrassing mistake? So instead, she delayed the moment sheâd have to do it by trying to explain again. âIt wasnât my intention to imply anything. It came out wrong.â
She could feel his eyes on her as he answered. âI noticed. What was your intention, then?â
The look she gave him was one of annoyance. He knew exactly what her intention was, and he just liked to mess with her. She glared at him for a moment before she replied, âI meant what I said. I donât want you to sleep on that rug, and you donât want me to do it either. So, the only other option is that we share the bed.â
âMh, I see.â His lips tugged up in a self-satisfied grin that just made her want to hit him to see it disappear. Not that she could hit him even if she really wanted to. Azriel would block her blow with little effort. But how could she have ever wanted to kiss him?
âSo sleeping next to me is the only option?â he added.
âYou know what?â she snapped, gesturing to the rug where he was still sitting like it was the most comfortable place heâd ever been. âI changed my mind. Sleep on the floor. I donât care.â
He chuckled. Chuckled. Cauldron boil her.
She turned her back on him and, without giving it any second thought, she began undressing. She hadnât realized how warm the Illyrian leathers were until she shivered as soon as she took them off.
âIt seems like youâre cold,â Azriel drawled from behind her.
âIâm not,â she replied. She put on her nightgown and sought refuge under the covers. âNot for long, anyway.â
How was Azriel going to spend the night on a rug, without a blanket? When he didnât answer, she considered maybe asking him one last time to share the bed. Out of the goodness of her heart, she supposed.
But then Azriel spoke again, amusement clear in his voice. And the goodness of her heart be damned.
âYou're cold, aren't you?â
She sighed, wrapping the blanket tighter around her body. âNo.â
âLiar.â
âPrick.â
âI'm the prick? You're the one who suggested we should share the bed.â
Y/N resisted the urge to turn on her side and face him. Maybe it was stupid and childish of her, but she kept lying with her back to him. âI don't see how that makes me a prick, Az. Besides, you're the one who made fun of me because of it, which means you're the prick here.â
His voice still carried a sense of playfulness as he answered. âI made fun of you because you stumbled over your words like a fool. It was quite amusing, to be honest.â
Instead of replying, she slid a hand out from under the blanket and flipped him off over her shoulder. As she hid it again and curled up in the bedsheets, Azrielâs soft laugh made her smile despite herself.
She heard some noise and, assuming he was getting changed and ready for the night, she closed her eyes. But her mind was running wild.
Images of his hands on her. Of her hands on him. Their lips touching, first tenderly, then passionately. Their bodies pressed together as pleasure overcame them. All scenarios she had never let herself fully consider before, now evoked by Azriel's misunderstanding of her words. Scenarios she now knew for sure would never happen if the way he'd teased her for even suggesting sharing the bed was any indication.
âMake room for me?â
His voice was so close to her that she started, her head snapping around to find him standing next to the bed. He had taken off his leathers and was now wearing loose pants and a shirt. His wings were tucked in tight behind himâthose beautiful wings that she knew were bigger than Cassian's and Rhysand's. She still wasn't sure she should believe Mor about the correlation between an Illyrian's wingspan and other body parts.
âSorry, I didn't mean to startle you,â he added with a small smile.
âYou and your absurdly silent steps,â she grumbled, but she was already moving to the other side of the bed.
Only that there wasnât exactly an âother sideâ, not when the bed was barely big enough for both of them. As Azriel slipped under the sheets, she found herself with her back pressed against his chest. His familiar scent of night-chilled mist and cedar filled her senses, and his warmth seeped through her, chasing away the remnants of the cold that even the blanket hadnât yet managed to rid her of.
âTell me you donât move a lot when you sleep,â she said as he settled behind her. âBecause if you push me off, Iâll make you regret not staying on that rug.â
His laugh skittered down her back. âYou always have something to say, don't you?â
âI promise you, the moment there will be nothing to say, I will shut up,â she replied with a chuckle.
Silence fell and Y/N nestled more against his side. She just couldn't help it. Feeling him so close, their bodies pressing together... it was intoxicating, and she wanted to stay like that forever. She hesitated a moment, and then she decided that she might as well do it: grabbing his arm, she wrapped it around her waist and laced their fingers together, their intertwined hands resting against her stomach. Azriel tensed behind her, and she thought he might pull away, but he didnât. Instead, he released a deep breath that tickled the back of her neck.
âI would never let you fall off the bed,��� he murmured. His voice was so close to her ear that it almost made her shiver. And as if to show he really meant what he said, Azriel draped his wings around her.
Y/N suddenly had a lump in her throat. Being enveloped in his wings was somehow more intimate than lying so close to each other. âGlad to hear it,â was all she could think about. After a second, she added in a whisper, âAnd thank you for not letting me sleep alone.â
Azrielâs arm tightened around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. When he spoke, she could tell by his tone alone that he wanted to say more than just, âYou're welcome.â She didn't push him though. He'd tell her when and if he decided to.
She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, letting the sound of the blizzard outside lull her, but with Azriel holding her it was nearly impossible. Wrapped in his arms and wings, she felt safe and protected. Everything else seemed to disappear until it was just the two of them in their small cocoon.
âCan you turn over?â
Her eyes opened at his question, but she didn't move. To face him would mean being only inches away from him. She didn't trust herself to be that close to him. To his lips.
âWhy?â
âJust turn over, Y/N,â he whispered. âPlease.â
It was the vulnerability in his voiceâthe barely audible âpleaseââthat had her giving in. She had never heard him say it before, not like that.
But as she complied, her face was even closer to his than she'd anticipated. Their noses were almost touching, and she made a point not to let her gaze drop to his lips.
Azriel didn't say anything. They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments or maybe an hourâY/N didn't know. The one thing she knew was that her heart was beating faster in her chest, and it only got worse when he brushed her cheek, his touch gentle and soft. She smiled, and the movement caused his gaze to dip to her mouth. She waited for him to look up again, but he didn't.
Her smile turned into a little smirk. âAre you just going to stare at my lips all night, or do you plan to actually do something about it?â
Azriel looked at her again, and though he tried to look annoyed, she could see a hint of amusement in his eyes. âWhy do you always have to make such quick-witted comments?â
âShut up and kiss me,â she replied before she even knew what she was saying. She didn't regret it though, because he did it.
And the world shrank till there was just Azriel.
His lips were soft against hers, warm and inviting. His hand moved from her cheek to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. She melted against him, opening up for his tongue to slip inside, tasting her slowly, almost reverently. Her heart was beating so fast it might have jumped out of her chest.
She'd wanted this to happen for the longest time, and now that it was real, the leash she'd kept on herself vanished. Every feeling, every emotion she'd stifled for so long, now rushed to the surface like a tidal wave.
What had started as a tender kiss soon turned into something passionate and greedy. She whimpered softly against his lips, and her hands began to make their way down to the hem of his shirt.
âY/N.â Azriel's whisper stopped her as she looked into his eyes. She could see her own need reflected there. âAre you sure about this?â
âI don't look sure enough to you?â She raised an eyebrow. âMaybe next time I should just send you a note andââ
Azriel silenced her with another kiss. âYou and your sarcastic answers,â he murmured with a smile.
Y/N giggled and cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb against his lips. âI mean it, Az,â she said, her tone softer now. âI'm sure about it.â
âGood.â He pulled her flush against him as his hands roamed down her back. âBecause if I start, I don't think I could stop.â
âGood,â she repeated before she kissed him again.
Y/N tugged on his shirt, and they parted long enough for her to take it off, though it took a bit of struggle to undo the clasps on his back and free his wings. She'd seen him shirtless before, mostly when he was trainingâhe was a real feast for the eyeâbut now she got to touch him, to run her hands across his torso and feel him shudder. His mouth descended on her neck in response, leaving a trail of wet kisses while his hands gripped her backside.
âYou were right, princess,â he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. âYour ass is definitely not little.â
She chuckled as he kneaded it. âTold you.â
Azriel hummed, planting one last kiss on her neck before he shifted position and Y/N found herself pressed down on the mattress, the shadowsinger now on top of her. As she pulled him closer for their lips to meet yet again, his hands caressed her legs, trailing up her thighs and slipping under her nightgown.
She held her breath as he brushed past her panties, lingering just long enough to make her shiver. He then moved up her body, causing the fabric to rise and reveal her soft flesh.
Y/N broke the kiss, a small sigh leaving her lips when Azrielâs hands reached her breasts. He smiled at the sound, and as their eyes met, his gaze was so full of desire that her core clenched.
She wanted him. She needed him.
Before she could reach between them to push down his pants, Azriel gently stopped her by grabbing her wrists, sensing what her intention was. âNot yet,â he murmured.
She frowned. A slight tug was all it took for him to release her hands, though she didn't try to undress him again. âWhy not?â
And there it was again, that smirk. But now, with him on top of her, both of them half naked, she didn't simply want to kiss it. No, she wanted do all the things she'd never let herself consider.
âBecause I want to see you first, princess.â
Azriel was already pushing her nightgown up, but as usual, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. âSo it's official? You're calling me princess now? You've never done that before.â
He looked down at her with so much desire that it seemed to set her body on fire. âI've never been about to fuck you before,â he answered, his voice low and sultry.
Her thighs clenched together, but before she could come up with a response, Azriel removed her nightgown. Her skin was already so heated she barely felt the bite of the cool air, and it was completely forgotten when he ran his hands all over her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
âYou're so beautiful,â he whispered as he leaned down to take one of her nipples in his warm mouth, a soft moan escaping her as she shivered.
Her fingers tangled in his hair to keep him close, and she arched against him when his tongue flicked out to tease her.
âAnd you're so responsive,â he murmured. Hooking a scarred finger into the waistband of her panties, he pulled them down her legs. The scent of her arousal wafted through the room as Azriel nudged her legs open and settled in between them.
Y/N was about to tell him to hurry, her need to feel him against and inside her now almost overwhelming. But she couldnât form the words, not as Azriel pushed his hips against hers and she felt the evidence of his own arousal pressing hard against her wet core.
His hands caressed her sides, her ass, her thighs, and yet he never touched her where she needed it most.
âAzrielâŚâ she complained, eyes locked on him. She moved her hips to grind against his erection, seeking some sort of friction, and she was rewarded by his sharp inhale. But it still wasn't enough.
âBe patient, Y/N.â His mouth descended on her neck again, biting the soft spot where it met her shoulder. âI want to taste you first. I want to worship every inch of you.â
Even though she closed her eyes at his little nips, she shook her head. âAzriel, I appreciate it. I really do. But you have no idea how long I've waited for this.â Her breath hitched when his tongue swirled around her nipple again. âWe can leave the worshipping for later. I need you now.â
âYou need me, uh?â He kissed her other breast, and she bucked her hips against him once more. âAnd you've waited a long time for this?â
Y/N looked at him again, her fingers still clutching his hair. She nodded and realized her mistake too lateâa new mischievous gleam entered Azriel's hazel eyes.
His lips trailed down her stomach and toward her belly button. Each kiss sent a shiver right to her core. âThen you can wait a little longer.â
She groaned, her patience now at its limit. âAzriel, youââ
A gasp cut her off as he licked a stripe up her dripping folds. She couldn't tell who moaned first when Azriel tasted her once more, his tongue flicking over her clit.
Her fingers tightened in his black curls and her head fell back on the pillow. Azriel's lips closed around her clit and she clamped a hand on her mouth to keep quiet as he gently sucked on it.
His shadows began to slither up her body, their touch cool against her heated skin. Her breathing quickened and she had to hold back a moan when his tongue was replaced by a finger slowly sliding inside her folds.
But it didn't move. Azriel looked up at her and she wished she could somehow capture the picture: his head between her legs, those beautiful hazel eyes focused on her with an almost predatory intent.
âDon't go all quiet on me now, princess,â he murmured against her skin. âI want to hear all your pretty noises.â
A tendril of shadow brushed against her hand, and she removed it from her mouth. âAz, the other roomsââ
He curled his finger to hit that soft, spongy spot inside her that had her see stars, and she couldn't stop the moan that left her lips.
âI don't care if someone hears you.â His voice was a low, almost commanding growl. âLet them hear you. Let them know you're with me.â
She was about to answer, to tell him she wasn't sure she should, but Azriel added a second finger, and she lost all control, another small cry of pleasure slipping out.
Azriel seemed satisfied because his smirk reappeared. âIf I had known this is all it took to put a stop on the witty comments, I would have done it a long time ago.â
Y/N wanted to make one of those very witty comments to prove him wrong, to show him she hadn't become helpless just because of how good he made her feel, but his tongue circled her clit again and Mother above, she was helpless.
âDo you want to come, princess?â
Unable to form even a coherent thought, all she could do was nod, her body on the brink of release as his fingers curled once more, drawing a moan from deep in her throat.
âUse your words, Y/N.â
âYes⌠yes, please,â she panted.
But instead of keeping going, of driving her over that sweet, craved edge, Azriel placed a kiss to her inner thigh and slowly removed his fingers from her folds. He even moved away from her, standing up at the foot of the bed.
She groaned, pushing herself up on her elbows to glower at him. âAzriel, you get back here right now.â
He only grinned. âAh, there she is.â
âIf you're doing this just because you missed my comments, you should know that Iââ
The words died on her tongue as soon as his hands swiftly undid the buttons of his pants. Her eyes followed his every movement as he pushed them down his legs, watching his muscles shift and his wings unfold ever so slightly to keep him balanced.
He wasn't wearing any underwear.
The realization caused her brain to stop working, and the sight of his naked body took her breath away. Maybe the rumors about Illyrian wingspans were true after all.
Her mouth dry, she swallowed before finally speaking again. âAzriel,â she repeated, her voice quivering with barely restrained desire. âGet back here right now.â
For once, he obliged without questioning, his grin wide.
Climbing onto the bed, he crawled up her body until his cock pressed against her entrance, her need for him now through the roof.
Their eyes met, and slowlyâtoo slowlyâAzriel pushed in, stretching her inch by delicious inch, both of them releasing a moan when he bottomed out, his hips flush against her.
âFuck,â he groaned, the sound shooting straight down to her core. âFuck, Y/N... you feel incredible.â
She had no words to describe how he felt inside her. âIncredibleâ was an understatement, but her mind was too foggy to think of something else. The only thing she was sure of was that she needed him to move.
âAzriel,â she breathed as she wrapped her legs around him. He shuddered when she accidentally brushed his wings with her toes. âPlease, move. Now.â
With his elbows on either side of her head, he leaned down to kiss her, pulling out almost all the way. âI love hearing you beg for it,â he whispered against her lips, and rocked back into her with a quick roll of his hips before she could even think of a response.
He didnât even try to go slow, instead immediately setting a relentless pace that left her panting, but she didnât mind. Every choked sound and breathless moan were swallowed by his kiss, their tongues swirling together. Her hands found their way into his hair, around his neck, down his back, and her nails scraped along his warm and slightly sweaty skin while he thrust into her, her hips rising to meet his.
Azrielâs own groans and whimpers were music to the ears, each of them bringing her closer to release. As if he knew her body well enough already, he seemed to sense it too, because his lips left hers to trail down her neck.
âThatâs it, princess,â he praised. His clipped voice let her know he was probably trying to hold back his own impending orgasm. âCome for me.â
His shadows flew in the little space between their bodies to tease her clit, drawing a guttural groan from her. It was like nothing sheâd ever felt beforeâcool against her hot skin, a barely-there touch that yet was enough to make her shudder and whine. But it was the uniqueness of it all that sent her toppling over the edge.
A loud cry broke from her as her vision blurred and her body tensed, her nails slightly digging into Azrielâs back while he slowed his thrusts to draw out her pleasure. But he soon resumed his punishing pace, his hips slamming into hers almost frantically, the sound of skin on skin filling the small room as he chased his own release.
She choked out his name right as he stilled, hot spurts of cum filling her, his last few moans muffled when she pulled him in for another desperate kiss.
They were both panting by the time they broke apart, but neither of them tried to move. Azriel still lay buried deep inside her, and simply rested his forehead against hers, a smile on his lips that mirrored her own.
Despite his heavy breaths, his brows raised as he asked playfully, âSo was the wait worth it?â
âIt was,â she answered with a chuckle. Her hands came up to cup his face, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. âYou certainly know what youâre doing, shadowsinger.â
Wrong words.
âIs that so?â His grin only widened, and he gave another roll of his hips that dragged a groan from the back of her throat.
She slapped him on the shoulder, but her smile matched his. âSmug ass.â
Azriel's soft laugh tickled her cheek as he kissed it. Slowly, he pulled out of her, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness.
Not ready to let him go just yet, she curled up in his arms as soon as he lay down next to her. Azriel immediately embraced her, holding her close to his chest, their legs tangled.
A comfortable silence settled over them as they bathed in the afterglow of sex, interrupted only by their soft breathing and the blizzard still raging outside.
As the minutes passed, Y/N struggled to keep her eyes open, but she had always wanted to trace the swirling lines of Azriel's tattoos, and now she had her chance. Her fingers danced along the Illyrian design, following the pattern from his neck to his arm, then lingering a bit longer on his sculpted pecs and feeling the muscle beneath her fingertips. His heart was beating fast, pounding in his chest.
âCan you promise me something?â
She glanced up at him, his eyes already fixed on her. The corner of her lips twitched upwards. âDepends on what it is.â
Azriel was silent for a long moment before he spoke again with a new seriousness in his tone. âPromise me that weâll give this a chance. That weâll give⌠us a chance.â
Her fingers halted their roaming, her heart skipped a bit, and a part of her whispered that she had heard that wrong, that she had misunderstood. No way he was actually asking her what she thought he was asking her, despite just having had sex.
She had to swallow the lump in her throat to be able to murmur, âDo you mean that?â
Azriel's eyes softened, like he knew she was even more vulnerable now than while they were fucking, and that whether her heart broke or not depended entirely on his answer.
âIâve waited for this for a long time too, Y/N,â he said gently, cupping her cheeks to look right into her eyes. âI donât want just this one night with you. I want all the nights youâll give me.â
Y/N smiled then, so bright it could have lit up the whole room. She wanted to kiss him senseless, to hold him tight and never let go. And nothing was stopping her anymore, she realized, so she did just that.
She showered his face with tiny kisses. Every beautiful inch, from his nose to his jawline, from his eyebrow to his chin. Azriel's arms wrapped around her middle to pull her closer, and she relented her assault only when he chuckled.
Their eyes met again, and she knew there was no turning back now. But she would never turn back now.
âIâll give you all the nights in the world, Az,â she finally said once the burst of joy subsided. âAnd the days, too. I'll give you anything you want.â
His smile was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was wider than ever before and the urge to touch his small dimples rushed through herâdimples she'd never known he had, but that she'd do anything to see again.
When he kissed her, it was slow yet passionate, gentle yet desperate, their breaths mingling, their hands caressing cheeks and running through hair.
âYou're the only thing I want,â Azriel murmured once their lips parted. âEvery night and every day. I want only you.â
Those were probably the most beautiful words she'd ever heard. Not even in her dreams did she imagine he would say them. Dwelling on what it would be like to share moments of passion was one thing, but thisâŚ
She moved to straddle him, mindful of his wings splayed out beneath him. She wanted to run her fingers down their length, and hopefully, sooner rather than later, she might get to do just that.
âThen I hope you're not too tired, shadowsinger.â She leaned down to trail kisses along his tattoo, but her eyes never left his. âBecause you can't say something like that without expecting me to fuck you again.â
His hands tightened their grip on her thighs, her words enough to ignite the fire in him once more. âI'm yours, princess. We have all night.â
âAll the nights,â she corrected him with a grin, already grinding on him. âAnd all the days.â
Maybe they would be facing the rebels with sore bodies, after all.
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Kinktober Day 4: Breast Play
A/N: Day 4 is here, and it's a little something with Az loving on your chest for a while. 18+ only!! Includes sexual themes and breast play!!
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Azriel decided he could stay like this for an eternity; curled on his side in bed, a hand cupping one of your full breasts, his mouth on the other.
You were flat on your back, completely bare beneath the pale moonlight as you allowed Azriel to play with you for a while. The House was quiet, silent almost, aside from the wet noises from Azriel's mouth.
His pink tongue peeked between his lips, licking at your pearled nipple. Your breathing hitched, hand finding his head as your fingers weaved through the dark tendrils.
His palm cupping the other one grew more ansty, squeezing harder until his fingers curled to greet your nipple and pinch.
"Az..."
His lips wrapped around the other, sucking the nub into his warm mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, rolling it and suckling.
Instinctively, your chest raised against his mouth, chasing that feeling he offered. You could barely make out the outline of his frame, his large, strong wings stretching out to block the moonlight.
âAzrielâŚâ you panted, fingers scratching at his scalp as you thread through his hair.
He pulled off your nipple. âJust let me love my beautiful girls for a while.â
You huff out a laugh, eyes crinkling. Az lapped at your breast again, kneading and palming at the supple flesh with his paw-like hands. The texture of his scarred skin against yours was delicious, a jolt of pleasure at every stroke.
âGods,â he groaned, âyouâve got the best tits Iâve ever seen.â He pressed them together, loving how they spilled from his hold.
He looked up at you, a glimmer in those mischievous hazel eyes. You narrowed your gaze. âWhat?â
His thumbs brushed your nipples again, flicking. He didn't respond. Instead, Azriel stood from the bed, towering at the base of it with his wings spread wide.
If you thought that sight was glorious, you were certain youâd been sent to heaven when he dropped his pants and tore off his shirt. He stood there, legs spread with his cock achingly hard. His shadows darted around his body in excitement.
He was all muscle. Big thighs, strong arms, perfectly sculpted abdomen and chest. Azriel pressed a knee onto the bed and it dipped under his weight as he climbed up your body.
Your breathing was lodged in your throat, eyes wide at the sight of him. He had a leg on either side of you, holding up his weight as he shuffled closer. Kneeling above your stomach, he moved a few inches until his cock was level with your abused breasts.
Azriel palmed at your chest again, his thick cock sliding between them. He let out a hiss of pleasure. He pushed your breasts together, spitting down on his shaft as he rolled his hips.
Your own hips began to buck, realising what he was doing. But his shadows came out to pin the bottom half of your body to the bed, hindering any and all movement.
âYouâre gonna let me fuck these beautiful titsââ He picked up the pace, the tip of his cock nudging your lips where you chin rested on your clavicle, ââAnd then youâre gonna swallow my cum like a good girl.â
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wings
Pairing: Azriel x fem reader, IC (platonic) x reader
Word Count: 3.1K
Warnings: 18+, smut, P in V, lots of fluff
Summary: Who would've thought that your found family would be so captivated by your hidden wings? As they reminisce about their first glimpses of your ethereal secret, you realise just how cherished and adored you truly are.
Wings Universe - More from this world.
"I distinctly remember," Mor began, her voice filled with excitement, drawing not only your attention from the comforting cocoon of Azriel's arms, but also the rooms. She sat opposite you, a slight mischief twinkling in her eyes as she leaned forward.
You were all nestled in one of the many living rooms at the House of Wind.Â
Under the flickering faelight, you sat beside Azrielâ your mate. His large presence ever the comfort, as he enveloped you in his arms. His fingers, tracing intricate patterns through your hair, each touch sending ripples of relaxation through your body.Â
If it weren't for the loudness of your friends and family, their remarks not failing to echo through the room, Azrielâs touch alone could have lulled you into a blissful slumber.Â
"It was a surprise for sure," Feyre chimed in, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as she glanced over at your slightly confused expression. Sensing your distraction, Azriel reluctantly released his hold on you, joining the conversation with a gentle touch of his hand settling on the small of your back.
"My experience was quite a shock," Cassian added with a grin.
âMine, I have to say is one Iâd like to forgetâ Rhys grimaced as Feyre gave him an annoyed knowing look.
Amren, rolled her eyes at her family's theatrics. "You all make such a big deal out of everything," she remarked, her tone dry.
Your brows furrowed as you pieced together the fragments of the conversation, realisation dawning as Mor's words began to paint a vivid picture.
The topic of discussion? The first time they laid eyes on your beautiful wings.
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Mor, Feyre and Nesta.
It was one of Feyreâs first nights out since welcoming Nyx into the world; sheâd been dying for a night off. Craving the simple joys of the company of her girlfriends. Sensing her desperation for a night to let loose, you, Mor, and Nesta had taken it upon yourselves to orchestrate the perfect girls night out for your High Lady.
The night quickly unfolded into a flurry of laughter and dancing. Drinks were spilled, songs were sung. Ritaâs being your chosen sanctuary for the night. You all let yourselves get lost in the music and infectious energy of the bar. Drinks were flowing freely, and the hours quickly slipped away like grains of sand in an hourglass.
It wasnât until the sun had started to rise again that you all quickly realised you needed to get home. Youâre not sure how in their drunken states, but Mor and Feyre had successfully managed to winnow you all back to River House, all collapsing in a giggling heap in the foyer.
A fit of laughter overtook the group as you stumbled and pushed, trying to untangle yourselves from one another. You managed to push yourself onto unsteady feet, only to trip over Nestaâs dress and stumble back onto Mor. With your balance faltering, a shimmer of magic danced through the air as your wings burst forth, a kaleidoscope of iridescent pink hues unfurling into the air. Your wings, delicate and light, burst with specs of fairy dust that glowed around you.
The room fell silent, the trio frozen in awe at the sight before them. Then, like a spell breaking, laughter bubbled forth, filling the space with joyous echoes. Mor's eyes sparkled with delight as she pulled you into an embrace, Feyre's lips curled into a grin, and even Nesta couldn't help but crack a smile.
"You sneaky thing," Mor teased, reaching out to brush her fingers against the delicate wings "Keeping such beauty hidden away."
âI bet Azriel loves keeping this side of you to himself,â Nesta purred, her voice laced with mischief as something provocative glinted in her eyes.
You responded with a playful stick-out of your tongue at Nesta, before turning your attention to Mor and Feyre, who were now a pair of mesmerised females, giggling like children as they reached out to touch this new part of their friend they had never seen before.
They had always known you had wings, from the type of fae you were, but you had always kept them hidden and they never dared to ask for you to reveal them.
"Hands off!" you exclaimed, your voice a blend of amusement and mock outrage as you swatted and smacked at their approaching fingers, the sound of laughter echoing through the halls.
Of course, they respectfully obeyed your wishes, but there was a warmth that filled their chests as you all stumbled arms wrapped around one another through the house, enjoying a new part of their friend that had been revealed.
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Cassian.
Cassian's mischievous streak knew no bounds, especially when it came to playing pranks on you. He found something undeniably endearing about your reactions, and there was a certain satisfaction when he knew these teasing antics could also annoy Azriel too.Â
On this particular day, you were busy in the kitchen, practising a cake recipe that Elain had shared with you. Determined to make the perfect cake for Azriel's upcoming birthday, you meticulously measured ingredients, oblivious to the looming presence of your giant friend.
Cassian's eyes twinkled with mischief as he saw his chance to play. With careful grace, he approached, holding his breath before unleashing his voice.
"BOO!" His voice boomed across the room, his figure looming over you with a triumphant grin.
Startled, you spun around in a flurry of flour, heart racing in your chest at the sudden noise. And then, in a moment of surprise, your magic wavered, and your wings unfurled in a burst of ethereal light.
The room fell silent as Cassian's eyes widened in disbelief, laughter fading into awe at the sight before him. "What in the Cauldron," he breathed, barely a whisper, his finger pointing at the delicate appendage. "What are those?"
You fluttered your wings away, annoyance evident in your voice as you retaliated with a playful toss of flour in his direction. "Cassian!" you exclaimed.
"YOU HAVE WINGS!" Cassian's excitement was palpable, his grin spreading from ear to ear.
"Of course I have wings, I'm a fairy," you retorted, arms outstretched in exasperation.
âAZRIELâŚYOUR MATE HAS WINGSâ he screamed knowing his vibrating voice would find his brother.
Azriel materialised from the shadows, concern evident in his eyes as he approached, brushing away the flour that had settled on your face. His expression shifted to admiration as he took in the sight of your wings shimmering behind you.
"Stop tormenting my mate, Cass," Azriel scolded gently, his protective instincts kicking in as he pulled you into a soft embrace, his lips pressing to the top of your head.
"She has wings!" Cassian exclaimed once more, disbelief colouring his tone. There was a touch of annoyance, as he realised he may have been the only one to not know this about you.
Cassian, like a moth attracted to a light, reached his giant hand out again wanting to get close to the wings that were so unlike his own.
"No touching" Azriel growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. Cassian withdrew his hand, a hint of disappointment flickering across his features as he chewed his lip in an attempt to avoid pouting.
"So does this mean... we can go flying together?" Cassian asked as the revelation came to his mind, excitement bubbling in his voice.
Your brow quirked slightly, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as a small smirk tugged at your lips. Cassian watched you carefully, anticipation written across his features, while Azriel pulled away knowingly.
You nodded slowly, a challenge evident in your gaze. "Iâll race ya," you declared, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.
With that, you pushed past Cassian and darted out of the room, your wings fluttering gracefully as you made your way to the nearest balcony. Without hesitation, you leaped off the edge and into the open air, the wind rushing past you as you soared into the night sky.
Cassian was quick to follow, a grin spreading across his face as he embraced the exhilarating freedom of flight. And not far behind him, Azriel joined the fray, his own wings beating with a steady rhythm as he soared through the air.
Together, you three took to the skies, weaving and darting through the night sky.
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Rhys and Nyx.
âAnd stretch them outâŚThatâs it my boyâ Rhys spoke proudly as he watched his son in front of him stretch and extend his wings.
You had found yourself in the company of one of Rhysâ flying lessons, nestled on one of the chaise lounges on the balcony, a book in hand as you half-read, half-watched your High Lord teaching his son how to use his wings.
Nyx, though perhaps still a little too young to fly, was eager to learn. So desperate to be like his father and uncles. With Rhys' guidance, he tentatively stretched out his wings, mimicking his father's movements under the watchful gaze of the night sky.
Rhys, a picture of fatherly pride, stood by Nyx's side, his attention unwaveringâuntil a sudden commotion from inside drew his focus for just a fleeting moment. In that brief lapse of attention, the sudden gust of wind caught Nyx and his perfectly poised wings off guard, sending him teetering towards the edge, a gasp escaping his lips.
Instinct surged through you like a bolt of lightning as your wings burst forth in a flurry of motion, carrying you across the expanse with a grace honed over centuries. With swift precision, you swooped in, catching Nyx in your embrace just as he hovered on the brink of danger.
Wide-eyed and breathless, Nyx looked up at you in awe, his innocent admiration pulling at the strings of your heart. "Pwetty," he murmured, his wonder mirrored in the glow of your own wings, illuminated by the moonlight.
You wasted no time in safely landing back onto the balcony, Rhys rushing to your side with bewilderment and shock etched on his features as a torrent of thank-yous spilled from his lips.
As Nyx pawed at your wings, you carefully fluttered them away from his reach, mindful of their delicate nature. Rhys, after the scare of what had just happened, or almost happened. Took a moment to truly appreciate the sight of your wingsâ beautiful and light, shimmering a pink glow that was a stark contrast to his own.
His relief was short-lived, however, as it became apparent that Feyre had witnessed the entire ordeal. With a swift scolding, she whisked Nyx from your arms, sending you a silent 'thank you' before retreating inside, cradling her son protectively.
"No flying lessons with Daddy from now on," Feyre scolded directly at her mate before she cooed at her son again. "What would we have done if Auntie Y/N hadn't been here?" she mused aloud, her words lingering in the night air.
Rhys glanced over at you, questions swirling in his head at how you had so quickly been there to rescue their son from danger.Â
"They may be more delicate than your wings, but I am quicker, swifter, and more agile than you big Illyrian babies will ever be," you teased lightly, your words carrying a hint of playfulness.
"Thank the Cauldron you are," Rhys breathed with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the depths of his gratitude. You gently patted his shoulder before ushering him inside.
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Azriel.
âGods you are beautifulâ Azriel groaned, sweat beading down his temple as he looked at you. Your own eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you continued to ride your mate.
You had both finally and officially accepted the mating bond, preparing Azrielâs favourite meal as a gesture of your acceptance. He had eagerly devoured the food, the golden thread connecting you both deeper and stronger than you ever thought possible.
You had felt his emotion rippling towards you that night. There was a sense of overwhelming gratitude, a deep-seated appreciation for finally having someone who understood him in ways no one else ever could. There was a feeling of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, knowing that he had found someone who truly accepted him for who he was.
But above all, there was a profound sense of belongingâa feeling of being chosen, not just as a lover, but as a partner, a confidant, a soulmate.
As the night progressed, things escalated quickly. Your bodies entwined in a passionate frenzy. Finally, after months of yearning and longing, you found yourselves in each other's arms.
You straddled him, your breasts flushed against his hard chest, in an unbreakable embrace as his hands tightly gripped your lower back, moving with you as you rode out a dance of pleasure. His large wings stretched behind him, twitching slightly as a sign of his impending release.
"You feel so perfect, angel," he purred against your neck, peppering it with soft kisses before pulling away to watch your face.
Your features were contorted in a mix of pleasure and desire, moans escaping from your lips as you steadily climbed towards climax. His rhythm became deeper and more intense, bringing you closer to the edge.
"Azriel..." you moaned out his name, throwing your head back and arching your body as ecstasy coursed through you.Â
âThatâs it my love, thatâs itâŚâ
Azrielâs words got stuck in this throat as he watched you reach the peak of bliss, the air around you suddenly seemed to shimmer and a soft ethereal light enveloped your beings. Azriel's eyes widened in awe at the magnificent sight before him. Glowing iridescent wings sprouted from your back, their delicate pink hues dancing in the dim light of your chamber. They fluttered gently, casting a mesmerising glow that bathed both of you in a radiant aura of magic.
Filled with wonder and awe, he was sent over the edge, his own release filling you as he held the most ethereal being in his arms.Â
"So beautiful..." Azriel breathed out, almost in disbelief as he couldn't fathom how you could be any more breathtaking than you already were.Â
Your wings twitched and fluttered as you rode out the waves of pleasure, the intensity of the moment slowly subsiding as you rested your forehead against Azriel's, your breaths mingling in the intimate space between you. A blush crept across your cheeks as you realised what you had just revealed to him in your most vulnerable and intimate moment. The soft glow of your wings gradually settled, the dust they had created floating gently around the room like stardust.
"Azriel... I..." you began, your voice barely a whisper, emotions swirling within you like a tempest.
But before you could find the words to express the depth of your feelings, Azriel's firm yet gentle voice cut through the air, his eyes flickering with warmth and adoration as he spoke.
"Let me say it first," he insisted, his arms tightening around you in a comforting embrace. "You are my guiding light in the darkness, my entire soul's devotion...I..- I love you."
Your wings, now settled and slightly slumped with the weight of the moment, trembled at his words, the warmth in your chest swelling with each syllable he uttered. Tears welled in your eyes, reflecting the tear that had already spilled from Azriel's.
"I love you, Azriel," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I am yours forever, in this life and the next."
Your lips found one another again, bodies and souls intertwining under the soft glow of your wings.
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As your friends reminisced about the first time they saw your wings, Azriel, ever the gentleman, only vaguely danced around his recollection. He shared that it had been when you accepted the mating bond for him. The vague blush that covered your cheeks was enough to dissuade further inquiry from your friends.
"Am I the only one who didn't realise you had wings?" Cassian asked incredulously, only to be met with a pillow thrown by Mor.
"You really need to brush up on your Fae race history and anatomy if you didnât know she had wings" she teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"I canât believe it all had to be so dramatic though," Amren remarked. "I simply asked her to show me the first week we met, and she obliged."
You smiled nervously at Amren's confession, feeling the weight of your friends' stares.
"So you're saying we could have just asked all this time?" Feyre exclaimed.
You chuckled sheepishly. "I only hide them because theyâre delicate... and you guys can be, wellâŚ"
"We can be what?" Mor's gaze teased as she leaned in closer.
Instinctively, you moved closer to Azriel for protection, but he seemed to find humour in the situation.
"Clumsy... not always spatially aware," you admitted with a sheepish grin.
"Is that so?" Cassian drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at Mor.
"Show us your wings then," Nesta declared bluntly, slightly frustrated that Amren had gotten one up on her by simply asking you.
"No," you replied firmly, not wanting to suddenly bend to their will.
Cassian and Mor exchanged a knowing look, a mischievous plan forming between them. Without warning, they both lunged at you, their playful attack catching you off guard.
You cried out for Azriel's help, but to your dismay, he seemed to be thoroughly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before him. Cassian's firm grip on your wrists pulled you closer to him, while Mor's embrace from behind left you feeling both trapped and ticklish.
"Not spatially aware, huh?" Mor teased, her fingers jabbing playfully at your waist, eliciting a cascade of laughter from you.
Your please for assistance only seemed to amuse Azriel further, his smirk betraying the mischief dancing in his eyes.Â
âIâm sorry, my love,â he chuckled, his voice laced with mirth. âBut the outcome of this is one you know I love seeing.â
Your friends playful assault only continued, your giggles filling the room. And in the midst of it all, your wings unfurled, revealing the delicate, pink membranes that had been the topic of conversation for the past hour.
They fluttered from your back, casting a glowing aura across the room and around you. They resembled delicate petals kissed by the soft hues of dawn, shimmering an iridescent pink that mesmerised anyone who laid eyes on them.Â
âThere she isâŚâ Azriel murmered under his breath. A fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could feel the pride filling his chest as he watched you, gazing at your beautiful wings in all their ethereal glory.
But it wasnât just your mate gazing at your with love.
No, your family found themselves grinning ear to ear, looking at you with admiration as they watched you glow.
A glow they were forever grateful for.
a/n: not really my best work, but just some loveliness for you all to read! It was an idea I came up with that I instantly dumped on @illyrianbitch (as I always do) and she thought it was a sweet enough idea to write, so here it isssss!! Enjoy my loves <3
Hopefully will resume series writing soon - Lottie x
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Loving Flames | Part One
Pairing: Eris x Reader
Summary: Amarantha decided to 'gift' you to Eris Vanserra to get back at Rhys. Requested by anon here.
Warnings: 18+ only, canon level violence, alludes to SA, the word whore shows up a few times, (again not proofread), let me know if anything was forgotten...
Word Count: 4.6k
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Dividers from @saradika
Eris met you when you were 35, years after the war. It was at a High Lords meeting, with your father bringing you along to introduce you to the court. It snapped for Eris in that moment.
You were wearing a spectacular navy blue and silver gown, fabric attached to your shoulders to make it look like a cape. Your wings were tucked in tight behind you to keep from bumping into anyone.
He tried to speak to you that night, tell you about the bond, but his father pulled him away quickly and he didnât see you again.
The next time he saw you, however, you were by Rhysandâs side in all black, mourning the loss of your father and your mother. And your wings. While Tamlinâs brothers didnât kill you, they almost did. Taking time with you is what allowed you to live, unfortunately for you.
Eris tried approaching you again, needing to say at least something to you. This time, Azriel, the ever obedient guard dog, growled and told him to leave. These ceremonies were for friends only. Which the Autumn Court was not. That night, Eris gave up on the idea that you and him could be together. He decided to leave you be, and avoid you at all cost.
But then Amarantha came sweeping in. Rhysand brought you to the ball with all of the High Lords when she took their powers. As since Rhysandâs father killed Tamlinâs, she wanted to punish him more than just taking him to bed.
âBeron, which one of these is your heir?â She asked, perched atop the throne. You were standing close to Rhys, his arm around your back. Eris, even though the bond was buried deep down, could feel the nerves radiating down that bridge. You were terrified. That she was going to hurt you. Or Rhys. And what better way than letting your enemy do it or you.
âI am,â Eris spoke before his father could utter a word. His father shot him a deadly look, but Amaranthaâs smile widened.
âGood. Iâm gifting her to you.â She said and smirked, nodding towards you.
Your eyes widened. Rhys looked to Eris with an even deadlier look than his father, almost saying âif you hurt her, you will be killed slowly and Iâll enjoy it.â Eris stepped forward, soliciting a growl to come from deep within Rhysâs throat.
âEasy, bat, I will be gentle.â He said, unable to drop the mask. He forced his hand to remain steady as he reached it out to you.
You shrunk closer to Rhysand, listening as he leaned down and whispered something not even fae eyes could detect. You looked up to Rhys with pleading eyes.
âHurry, now, I do not have all day.â Amarantha said, staring at her nails as if she were bored.
With a final nod from Rhysand, you shakily took Erisâs hand.
He did not pull you, instead allowing you to walk with him back to where his father and brothers stood. After that that, he let go of your hand. He promised himself he would protect you, even if you all thought he was a monster. He would never harm you, and never make you do anything you didnât want to. Not as long as he could help it. His mate. You were under his protection now, and he would be damned if he let anyone harm you ever again.
Deciding to make you suffer even more, since you were the reason Rhysand knew about Tamlinâs brothers hurting you, Amarantha assigned you to a tiny room connected to Erisâs. It didnât have a fireplace, and it barely fit the small bed that was in it. There was a small room filled with revealing clothing. Specially placed there so you could please Eris, according to her.
But months went by and he did not touch you. He would escort you to court dinners, offering you more food than the small portion you were allowed. You never accepted, eyes always darting for your brother to bring you some sort of comfort. But, Rhys was barely there. If he was, his eyes were cast downwards as Amarantha stroked his arm or his leg, making it clear that Rhys was her obedient dog, her whore. It made you sick to your stomach, but you knew he did it to keep your family safe. So maybe one day you could return to the sanctuary of Velaris.
You flinched slightly as Eris rested a hand on top of yours. âYou need to eat, my lady,â he whispered. What seemed to be concern filled his eyes.
âSo you can treat me like a pet?â You asked, swallowing your fear.
âSo you can survive this.â He said. âI-â he glanced up as Amarantha stood up to make an announcement. âI will come to your room tonight and I want you to have strength.â He said before she began to speak.
A chill ran down your spine at the thought of what you imagined on your head. You looked down to your plate, taking a small bite of the food. You were no good if you starved yourself. And if you didnât please Eris like he wanted to, either he or Amarantha would punish you. Probably in front of your brother. Or make him do it.
Eris hummed in agreement to your action, before his attention looked towards Amarantha.
That night, you were shivering in your bedroom. The light set of pajamas doing nothing to keep you warm in the cool room, surrounded by nothing but stone. You perked your head up when the door connecting to Erisâs room opened. He normally used the main one connected to the hall, but tonight he must have wanted to be discrete. Bile rose on your throat in anticipation of what was about to happen, tears welling in your eyes as you body shook from the cold.
âIâm taking you to see your brother.â Eris said quietly. You looked at him, sitting up even more as you curled into yourself more.
âWhy?â You asked
Erisâs heart broke at the sight of you, shivering from the cold and near tears from what you imagined he would do. He could be the villain in your story as long as he could keep you safe. But he needed you sane, as well. He would not let you deteriorate under this gods-forsaken mountain.
âDid you not hear Amarantha? She is sending Rhys to do scouting for the next few months. And Iâd like for you to get a proper goodbye.â Eris said. âHere,â he said, pulling out the long, wool lined robe for you. âYouâll be warmer in this.â He even warmed it up with his internal heat before he came in here.
You slowly reached out, grabbing it before wrapping it around your body. He saw as you sunk into its warmth, wish that it was him you could find such comfort in.
He held out a hand and you slowly took it. âIâll need to act like Iâm taking you somewhere else, so just stay close and donât talk.â He whispered before wrapping an arm around your waist. While you would have normally recoiled, you could only lean further into his body heat, much warmer than any youâve know before. You assumed it was his internal flames burning under his skin, maybe causing his temperature to be much warmer than others. It must have been a nice luxury to have. Though, you were certain he had a fireplace in his room. Not that it would be hard for him to conjure flame anyway.
Eris stole glances at you, hoping that this would make you happier. You hadnât seen Rhys, at least not at a distance where you could embrace or talk, for at least a year. But Eris knew Rhys would take your unwillingness to eat as Eris forbidding it, or some other malicious thing. Your eyes were sunken, each piece of clothing hung from your body looser as the days passed. You looked tired, exhausted, as if someone was draining the life force from you. No matter how many times Eris had asked, you were never allowed outside with him. Not even on one of the upper balconies. Your punishment for being alive while her friend was dead. It seemed Amarantha wanted to punish you more than Rhys. And Eris was just glad he could be there to protect you from most of her wrath, claiming that his gift shouldnât be harmed. The things she threatened to do⌠Eris hoped she wouldnât figure out you were his mate. Because if she did⌠even if her and Beron were allies, Eris didnât think she would spare you much longer.
Eris knocked on a door, one of the shadow wraiths opening it. Your lips turned into a gentle smile as you greeted Nuala, happy to see a familiar face.
At the site of you, Nuala stepped aside. Rhys had bruises all around his neck, where he was staring at them in the mirror. You swallowed and looked up at Eris.
âFive minutes.â He said and stepped back, nodding at you to go in. You tentatively took a step inside, and once you were over the threshold, Nuala shut the door. Rhys turned, his eyes widening as he finally took account of who was in the room.
â(Y/N),â he breathed out rushing over to you. He looked you over, frowning at how poorly you looked. He cupped your cheeks and searched your eyes. Searching for the carefree little sister he knew. âAre you okay? How did you get here?â He asked.
Rhys must have put a shield around the room before Nuala opened the door, if he did not know Eris brought you here.
âIâm fine⌠I wanted to say goodbye. You are leaving for the outside soon.â You said, your voice quiet and weak. If Amarantha was trying to torture Rhys, she was doing a good job at it.
âHas he hurt you?â He asked.
You shook your head, wanting to say how well Eris was treating you. But the look on Rhysâs eyes told you he wouldnât believe you. Maybe you needed to make more of an effort to be involved in this ridiculous, cruel court. But would that make you any better than Beron? Would it help you? Would it help your brother?
Rhys pulled you in for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his chest, burying your head in it. âPlease come back.â You whispered, holding him tighter.
âI will never leave you here.â He whispered, rubbing your back. âAnd I will do everything I can to get you away from him.â He said as he pulled away.
âDid Amarantha do this?â You asked as you traced the small circular bruises on his neck.
âShe likes to mark her whores.â
You frowned, looking up at the cold look in his eyes. âIâm proud of you.â You whispered. âI want you to know that⌠you are doing what is right for our family. And Iâm so proud that I can call you my brother.â
You could see the words didnât hit like you wanted them to⌠and your heart sank at the thought of Rhys not thinking he was doing enough. Or that he wasnât good enough. âI will see you soon, (Y/N).â He said, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.
You glanced at the time on the clock, then noticed Rhys had a balcony to go outside. âFly for me, brother.â You whispered before stepping back. âI will see you soon.â You said before turning around and walking out of the room. You gave Nuala another smile before finding Eris with his back against the opposite hallway wall.
You walked up to him and took a quiet, internal breath. âIâd like new clothes.â You said to him.
His rose his eyebrows, shocked at your sudden urge to talk to him. âExcuse me?â It came out more rude than he meant it, but didnât let that show.
âI-â you started and then took a visible deep breath. âIf I am to be your gift, I want to be presentable. I would like new clothes.â You said. You had no intention of doing anything for Eris, and the more you could avoid him, the better. But if Amarantha thought Eris favored you, maybe she would let you out. Maybe you could fool her into thinking you were enjoying it. And maybe that would be enough for her to let you leave your room by yourself.
âOkay.â Eris said.
It was your turn to be shocked. You thought you would need to convince him a lot more than that.
âGive me a list of clothes youâd like, and Iâll see what I can do.â He answered, then held out his arm. âNow come, you must be tired.â He said.
You tentatively took his arm, still slightly shocked that he didnât dismiss you. This male that you knew to be cruel and abusive was nothing but kind, gentle, and patient with you. You started to piece together the times you interacted with him, and couldnât think of a single time were he was mean. Maybe distant, cold, but plenty of faeries were like that. Your brother was like that a lot of the times. It was a mask to keep him safe. Maybe Eris was the same. Maybe you could trust him.
You faltered as he did not stop at your door, but kept walking a few more steps to his. You looked up at him and watched as he opened the door and lead you inside. Maybe you didnât escape what you dreaded earlier today.
âItâs warmer in here. If youâd like, you can sleep in here. I can take your room.â He said.
You frowned. âWhat?â
âEvery time I see you, you are freezing. And itâs because Amarantha put you in a room that is meant to be a cooler. Why itâs attached to a bedroom, I donât know. But I donât think itâs the proper place for the Princess of the Night Court to sleep.â
âBut⌠wonât you get cold?â You asked, glancing to the door that connected the rooms.
âI run hot.â He said, a slight smirk coming to his lips.
âWhy are you being nice to me?â You asked.
âMaybe it will be beneficial to me later on.â He said and shrugged. âBut I cannot bring myself to harm you.â He said. âIn anyway.â
And he showed it. From then on, you stayed in his room. Soon enough, you offered him to come to your room too. Even with the fire, you were still cold. You supposed it was the lack of food, of sunlight, of fresh air. It was not good for your body. So, you asked him to join you in the bed. Just to sleep. And he obliged, staying on his side of the bed. Until one night, where you were particularly cold after a âwinterâ ball was thrown.
You turned over to Eris, who seemed to be asleep. You were in an oversized sweater and some loose pants. Courtesy of your wardrobe he provided for you. âEris?â You whispered.
His head turned towards you as he opened one eye, a small smile coming to his lips.
He would act like this whenever you were alone. When no one could see you, he would show you a soft side. A side that had you wondering where all the cruel things said about him came from. This couldnât be the same male that left your cousin for dead in the Autumn forest. He was so different than how Mor described him. If he was helping you, why wouldnât he help her?
âYes, princess?â He asked.
You werenât even technically a princess, but he insisted on using the nickname. You were surprised it didnât bother you.
âCan you⌠make the fire warmer? Iâm cold.â You said quietly.
His eyes flickered to the burning hearth before looking back at you. âCan I try something before?â He asked.
You searched his eyes and, as usual, found no malice. Maybe a hint of mischief, if you detected it correctly. You gave him a nod, narrowing his eyes as he asked for you to turn on your side. Your back facing him.
âDo you trust me?â He asked when he noticed your hesitance. You paused at the question. Youâve been asking yourself the same thing for months. Almost a year now. Could you trust Eris? âRemember what I said? I wonât hurt you.â He said.
You slowly took a deep breath, turning your body so your back was facing him. You tensed up when you felt him shift on the bed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling her closer to his warm body. âWhat- what are you doing?â You asked.
âIâm going to make you warm.â He whispered in l your ear, the breath sending a shiver down your spine. In the best way.
Suddenly, you felt his hand settling on your bicep, and your arm instantly warmed up. You relaxed into the warm, smiling to yourself.
âIs this better?â He asked, rubbing your arm up and done as he held you close.
âMuch.â You answered, even leaning into his chest more.
Eris became your anchor Under the Mountain after that. You often found yourself clutching his bicep, not wanting to be far from him. He stayed true to his word. He would not hurt you. And, apparently, he wouldnât let anyone else hurt you either. One day, you were in the throne room as the court reveled, sitting on a loveseat while you waited for Eris to bring you something to drink. One particularly drunk made stumbled his way to sit next to you and got too close for your liking. Right as he was about to wrap an arm around you, Eris hauled him out of the seat. He pushed him back and said something with a growl you couldnât hear, and then the male was running out of the room. Not many males approached you after that.
Maybe it was because your brother was gone for so long, or maybe it was because Eris was genuine to you. Even when you were out of the room, when he wore that cool uninterested mask, he was gentle with you. His touch was never too tight or too harsh. Was never too high or too low. He made you comfortable. You were starting to like him. As a friend, at least.
For the next 40 years, you were always around him. Even when Amarantha gave you more freedom, you wanted to be near Eris. Rhys started to notice, but didn't say anything as it was only apparent for your affection to his enemy before Summer, Winter, and Day rebelled. And then Amarantha's reign became increasingly strict. With only High Lord dead, and a new one taking his place, there was more tension than ever. Especially because anyone who was caught doing anything suspicious was whipped or tortured in front of the court. Sometimes, your brother would be the one to hold their minds and do it.
However, after finding out that Autumn and Night had nothing to do with the rebellion, she decided to be nice one day and allow you to the upper levels. She gave you in particular one rule, do not go outside. You couldn't help but watch as your brother went out on one balcony. And on the other, Beron and his sons were laughing. Actually laughing. It was only one month when the High Lord of Summer was killed and a bunch of Winter children were closed. Children. And Amarantha was celebrating you all.
Eris, however, was sat across from you on the couch. He noticed the way you longed to go outside, realizing while he was allowed out to visit his court with his father, you were stuck Under the Mountain. You hadn't been outside in more than 40 years.
"You should go, celebrate." You muttered, motioning to his family. "You may not be able to leave for along time." You said, frowning as you looked to your hands.
"I'm just fine in here." Eris said, resisting the urge to lean over and grab your hand. While you never crossed a line of being intimate, or anywhere near it, you had become friendly with Eris. You were more than glad to curl into his side at night, hold his hand at the dining table, or grab his arm while you walked around the passageways.
Before you could suggest it again, one of Eris's brothers peeked his head into the room. "Eris, bring your whore in here." He said.
You internally winced at the term, and Eris glared at his brother. While many people had called you the same, Eris normally corrected them. Especially his brothers.
"She isn't my whore." He growled out. "And if you call her that one more time, Sol, and I will rip your throat out." He said. "Besides, you know she can't go outside."
"Ah, Amarantha will never know." Sol said and smirked. "We'll distract the bat, you take her out there for some alone time." He said, making his way over to the balcony where Rhys was standing. As Sol pulled him inside, you could visibly see and hear Rhys's growl. He didn't want to be here, but if he could watch you amongst the Vanserras, he would.
"Sol-" Eris called out but groaned when him and one of the other brothers pushed Rhys out to talk to Beron and the Lady of Autumn. About what, you didn't really care. You stayed in your seat, taking a deep breath.
"I could at least open the door." He said and stood up, going over to the free balcony and opening the door to let in the breeze. You stood up, standing in front of the threshold. You closed your eyes as you felt the wind on your face, even if it was light.
The smile that came to your lips took Eris's breath away. Even in this terrible place, you could still find small bits of joy.
You looked down at the gap between you and the rest of the world, Eris standing on the other side. "Thank you." You said quietly to him, holding out your hand for him to take. He squeezed your hand, fighting the urge to pull you over the threshold and into his chest. He could image your giggle and scolding before you stepped back into the room. But before he could answer you, Amarantha burst through the doors with two of her sentries.
"Seems like the little princess can't follow the rules... Ah, Eris, are you trying to disobey my command?" She asked.
Your eyes widened and you immediately dropped Eris's hand. "I didn't go outside." You said quickly.
"No, but you were about to. And Eris was going to help you." She said. Rhys and the others came in.
"Now that I ponder it, I do remember hearing about the two of you sneaking around the passage ways months ago. That wasn't to spy, was it?" She asked. "Acting as lust-crazed fools?"
You never once showed any interest in Eris like that, and yet everyone just assumed the two of you were sleeping together. Or more like Eris was fucking you as he pleased.
"Nothing to say? Too bad." She said and nodded towards the sentries, one of them grabbing you and the other grabbing Eris. Rhys lunged forward to try and protect you, but Eris's brother's grabbed him.
"Relax, bastard, no one's going to hurt the princess." Sol teased.
"What is the meaning of this, my queen?" Beron asked, the ever-loving servant. His wife next to him looked completely uninterested other than a hint of worry for her son.
"We will make sure Eris and the princess never sneak around again." She said, giving a small wave before walking out of the room.
Before you knew it, you were standing in the throne room with Eris on his knees. One of Amarantha's sentries had a whip in his hands. "This is what you get for disobeying my command. And you get to watch princess, for luring him like you did the former High Lord of Spring." She said.
You looked at Eris, then at Rhys, pleading him with your eyes to do something, anything to stop this from happening. Rhys just tilted his head and stood beside Amarantha. Of course he thought Eris tried to pull you out and he would gladly see Eris punished over you.
The sound of the whip rang out, skin ripping underneath it. Beron and his other sons stood, stoically watching the punishment.
"How many month ago was it? 5? You've been sneaking around 5 months?" She asked. You weren't even sneaking around, you were simply walking. "5 more." She said and you struggled against the sentries holding you back. "Oh and another 5 for all those months lying to me." She said.
More sounds of the whip. More skin ripping. You watched as Eris clenched his teeth, never yielding a yell or scream. Like he had endured this before. You, on the other hand, were silently crying. You desperately tried to hold back your tears, but you couldn't.
After the final sound of the whip crack rang out, Eris sagged to the floor. "And 10 more, because I don't like hurting my friends." She said.
"Stop!" You screamed, an instinctual tug at your gut telling you he would bleed out if he received any more. "I'll do anything, stop this. Eris didn't do anything wrong." You begged, the sentries yanking you back as your legs almost gave out from under you.
Rhys shot you a look that essentially told you to shut your mouth, but you didn't see it. You were staring into Amarantha's cold eyes.
"Anything?" She asked. When you let out a whimper and nodded, a side smirk came to her red lips. "What about agreeing to be locked in sweet Eris's room under I die?" She asked. "Seems like a fair trade, since you disobeyed my command of not going outside. And you can't roam the halls with him either."
You let out a gulp, hearing a small whisper from Eris telling you not to do it. "So long as you, or anyone of your behalf, hurts him again. I will stay in his room." You said.
"Unless I command you out to court, you will stay in his room. And I, nor anyone on my behalf, will not hurt him. Until I die." She said.
You stood up straighter, feeling Rhys's eyes on you. "We have a bargain." You said.
"That we do." She said as you used your magic to imprint a tattoo on your back, right where Eris's scars would be. In doing so, you did the same for Amarantha, who only smirked more. "Take him to a healer. And take her to the room." She said. You stumbled as they pushed you towards the giant doors. You watched as Eris's sagging body was hauled up by his brothers, nearly sobbing at the sight of him.
As the sentries pushed you through Eris's room's door and shut it behind you, you suddenly realized what you agreed to. You were going to be trapped in this room forever. Unless she wanted to torment you more. Or she died.
What did you just do?
Part Two
A/N: This was so much longer than I expected and it's not even finished yet.. There will be at least another part! Hope you all enjoyed!
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honeyed temptations
pairing: azriel x readerÂ
word count: 2.2k
warnings: some smut and suggestive language (mdni 18+ only pls!!), swearing, azriel is whipped for u but is also very stubborn, domesticity/fluff
summary: despite azrielâs relative indifference to most things, he absolutely, undeniably hates the heat. and fucking loves when you wear sundresses.
a/n: continuation of my ongoing headcanon that azriel is actually kind of a stubborn baby, especially with his mate; i have a summer oneshot for cassian coming out soon! <3
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Azriel was fucking furious. It was like the sun had a personal vendetta against him, determined to steal any and all comfort from him as he baked in the hot morning sun in your shared bedroom.
Peak summer in Velaris was nothing to scoff at. Though the Night Court was hailed for the beauty of its moon and stars, the same could not be said for its seasons. It was a solar court and that meant that its moon waxed and waned through the full dearth of the seasons. And summer just so happened to be Azrielâs least favorite.Â
Though he could handle the strikingly cold winters the Night Court had to offer â it snowed quite heavily in Illyria, afterall â the heat of the summer was unbearably oppressive. It didnât help that his current residence was the House of Wind, built high on a mountain cliff where the heat rose and was entirely too close to the sun. Not even the Houseâs breeze helped staunch his somewhat over exaggerated agitation at the rising temperatures.Â
It was still morning, but it seemed that the sun had decided that it would be especially insufferable today, showboating its prowess even at 9 in the morning.Â
âCâmon Az,â you implored, gentle hand poking his bare shoulder. âRhys is here, we have a meeting.âÂ
He pouted at you from where he was sprawled out on the bed, not having bothered to get up â or put clothes on â despite having been awake for an hour now. He rolled onto his side to get a better look at you, hoping that if he pouted enough youâd have mercy on him and let him stay naked and as cool as possible; the thought of putting on clothes â most of which he owned were black â made Azrielâs head ache.Â
ââs too hot.âÂ
You huffed a laugh at his childlike petulance. Who would have guessed the feared Shadowsinger of the Night Court couldnât handle a little heat?Â
âYouâre being a baby,â you chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed as you attempted to negotiate with your mate to get out of bed.Â
It was then that he took stock of your appearance. You had always been much less bothered by the heat than he was â and much more functional in it â and so your morning routines were never disrupted. You had already bathed and gotten ready, pretty little sundress skimming your curves as the hem tickled the skin on your legs.Â
âYou look nice,â Azriel noted with a hum of appreciation. Ordinarily, he wouldâve reached over and pulled you on top of him to make both of you late for Rhysâs meeting for an entirely different reason, but he couldnât fathom getting any more sticky and sweaty than he already was, so he resisted. Instead, he opted for toying with the hem of your dress in contemplation.
âIs this new?â He asked, taking in the sweet honey yellow linen and thin straps. You nodded your head and smoothed your hands down your front, fixing the neckline of your dress in a way that had Azrielâs eyes burning holes through your skin.Â
âDo you like it? I bought it when I went out with Feyre the other day.â You intentionally left out that you had bought it with the explicit purpose of using it to tempt your mate out of bed, knowing that he always needed a little bit of incentive in the summer.Â
Assessing hazel eyes tracked the familiar planes of your body, face lit with an entirely different kind of heat now, âYeah, I like it.âÂ
His gaze lifted to yours and you nearly gave into him. The adoration in his eyes and the blush high on the apples of his cheeks was mesmerizing, âYouâre very pretty, you know.âÂ
Azrielâs unfiltered affections for you always made your heart beat quicken, and your attention shifted to his hand resting comfortably on your thigh, thumb drawing innocent circles on your skin. You bent over to kiss him briefly in thanks before patting his hand and getting up off the bed.Â
You couldâve sworn you heard Azriel whine in protest, but it was drowned out by the sound of you sifting through the dresser, no doubt searching for clothes to throw his way.
He watched you from his spot on the bed, eyeing the way the hem of your dress billowed from your waist and just barely covered the curve of your ass. He was convinced that he could stare at you for an eternity and still find new parts of you to marvel at.Â
Before he could get too lost in his greedy appreciation of your beauty and the stunning way your dress complimented every curve and dip of your body, you were tossing clothes at his face.
âStop staring and get dressed!â You laughed, âYou know Cass is gonna give you shit for being late. Again.â
It was no secret to those closest to Azriel that he was an absolute terror when the summer rolled around. Though it only took a week or two for him to adjust and become begrudgingly functional again, the days leading up to his revival were always a source of great amusement to the Inner Circle. Ah, the perfect Shadowsinger finally reveals his flaws, Cassian would consistently tease.
He only groaned in response, rolling onto his back once again to stare at the ceiling.Â
You sighed. Truthfully, you found this side of him endearing â and quite funny â but you knew he had a job to do and nothing would get done unless he was, at the very least, clothed. Sauntering over to the bed, you looked down at him with your hands on your hips. You were met only with a stubborn look in return; you couldâve sworn you glimpsed the ghost of a defiant smirk curving his lips, âMake me.â
You reeled at his challenge. Fine, you would make him.Â
The bed shifted as you straddled him on all fours, careful not to let any part of you touch any part of him. His hands came up instinctively to grasp your hips as he didnât even try to hide his triumphant smile. But you wouldnât let him get away with it, at least not now.
You encircled his wrists in your hands, guiding them above his head to pin them to the pillow. Both of you knew he could easily wriggle out of your grasp, but Azriel was aware that this was riling you up just as much as him so he conceded. Allowed his beautiful mate to do whatever she pleased.
âDonât touch,â you commanded in his ear, punctuating your words with a slow swirl of your tongue along the shell of his ear. âIf you listen, I promise Iâll be so, so good for you.â
Unexpected emotion flooded his chest as he resisted the urge to break the tension with his affection for you. You were already so good for him. In more ways than he could have ever wanted, more ways than he ever imagined. But he kept his mouth shut, and focused only on the way he could feel the hem of your dress kissing his skin as your mouth nipped at sucked at all the places that drove him insane.Â
âCâmon, Az,â you cooed, licking a sinful path up his neck before you blew on his skin, reveling in the way goosebumps rose on his flesh despite the sweltering weather. âGet up for me, huh?â
He didnât miss the double entendre as you tracked a scathing wet trail down his body, your tongue â frustratingly â the only part of you touching him. He was being difficult and you were making him pay for it by teasing him in ways only you knew how to. Azriel groaned low and deep when your cool breath hit right beneath his bellybutton, abs flexing as he willed himself to maintain his composure. You still werenât touching him, and he was already embarrassingly hard, body desperate to feel your skin on his.Â
His brow furrowed with concentration and lust as he met your gaze right before your lips puckered and you took the head of his cock â pretty and swollen and throbbing just for you â into your mouth. Azrielâs head flopped back onto his pillow as he loosed a long, deep breath, a cross between a sigh and a moan so pleasing to hear that you nearly forgot your initial intentions.Â
One well placed stroke of your tongue had your eyes meeting his yet again, all dark pupils and a thin ring of gorgeous hazel. You were the picture of perfect seduction, pretty lips split open on his cock, bent over him in such a way that gave him an unobstructed view of your cleavage beneath your dress. You released him with a sinfully wet pop! as you pulled back and smiled at him, sweet and teasing before you blew gently on his tip. Azriel shuddered.
Oh, Mother above. He was milliseconds away from flipping you onto your back and tearing your godsforsaken dress right off you â or maybe heâd keep it on â but you were faster, jumping just out of his reach and off the bed, as if you hadnât just addled his mind with fantasies of all the ways he could fuck you in that dress.Â
The wicked smirk of satisfaction curving your lips told him that youâd had your intended effect. Azriel was barely able to recalibrate his bearings in time for him to notice you heading towards the door. He sputtered in disbelief, âWhere are you going?â
Before you traipsed out the bedroom door, you turned back to look at him, âTo be continued, mate. After you get dressed.â
When you shut the door behind you, Azriel could have sworn he heard your giddy, maniacal laughter echo in time to the sound of your footsteps down the stairs. Now he had two problems: 1) he was still hot as the fires of Hell and 2) he was achingly hard and knew heâd have to make a concerted effort not to look too long at you in that dress all day if he wanted to cling to what little composure he had.
He sighed as his shadows swirled around his ears, barely offering any reprieve from the heat.Â
Pretty mate. So, so pretty. Everyone thinks so.Â
Make that three problems: 3) Cassian would be making innocent comments about you looking so good in that dress just to irritate him.Â
The possession roiling around in his gut â courtesy of the mating bond â was his final straw as he scrubbed a frustrated hand down his face. Fucking fine, he would put the damn clothes on.Â
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âWhereâs that overgrown child you call a mate, anyway?â Cassian quipped after you made your appearance in the dining room for breakfast.Â
âExactly where you think he is,â you laughed over a bite of toast.
âWhatâs wrong with Azriel?â Feyre implored innocently, âIs he not feeling well?âÂ
Rhys chuckled and shook his head, âAzriel is not very fond of the summerââ
âThatâs an understatement,â you and Cassian mumbled under your breaths in tandem.
ââand itâs a nightmare getting him to do anything in heat like this. But luckily we have Y/N.â
Before your High Lady could ask the question on the tip of her tongue, Cassian stole a piece of bacon off your plate, ignoring the way you protested, âI mean, youâve seen how whipped he is Feyre. Heâll do anything if Y/N even suggests she wants him to. Az only gets out of bed in the summer because she asks.â
In retribution for your stolen bacon, you speared the rest of Cassianâs eggs and forked them into your mouth before he could inch away from you. You didnât respond, knowing all too well that Azriel actually would not get out of bed even if you asked, leaving you to resort to otherâŚtactics.Â
âIâm not a child, you know.â Came Azrielâs petulant interruption as he greeted you with a brief kiss to your head and the rest of his family with a grunt of acknowledgement, âI can do things on my own, in case you forgot.â
âWeâll stop calling you one, once you stop acting like it,â Cassian taunted.
Azrielâs scoff was his only response as he sat down next to you at the table, plating two pieces of bacon in front of you to replace the one he knew Cassian had no doubt probably taken. You smiled up at him gratefully, and despite the still sweltering heat that had only seemed to have gotten worse as time progressed, he smiled back.Â
Feyre was in awe; it was like the heat had melted away his stony exterior, leaving the real Azriel exposed for everyone to see. Feyre met your gaze across the table, a mischievous glint in her eyes that told you she was more than privy to the extraneous measures you had taken to coax your mate out of bed.
âHow do you do it?â Cassian not-so-quietly whispered to you.Â
âI have my ways,â you responded cryptically with a smirk as Azrielâs hand ventured beneath the hem of your dress, squeezing your thigh.
You would most definitely be paying for your little shenanigan in the bedroom later. Â
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Safe
Pairing: Reader x Azriel
Summary: Azriel's night is troubled by a nightmare. He finds a soothing remedy in the arms of his mate.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, nightmares, slight mention of gore, death, and torture. fluff, sensual, slow, sleepy sex!!
Word Count: 3k
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All that surrounded him was screamingâ sharp and jarring sounds that filled the air, echoing against stone walls. Bodies littered the ground, twisted and broken, red and bloodied, faces contorted in agony. If he squinted hard enough, Azriel could force the colors to blur together, could convince himself that the crunching underneath his boots was the sound of crisp, fallen Autumn leavesâ not bones. Not the people heâd killed.
Somewhere, a fire roared, consuming everything in its path, turning the world into an inferno of despair. He felt it in his hands, felt a burst of agony and pain. He heard crying somewhere distant, somewhere far enough to where it became white noiseâ but his own cheeks were wet. He was crying too. His hands were on fire. He was eight again. And nothing had changed.
A faceâyour faceâemerged, eyes wide and red-rimmed, tears streaking down your cheeks as you sobbed uncontrollably. You mouthed something, the words strained and straggled as you attempted to scream. He swore it was his name that your lips let out, that you were begging for help.
Azriel sprang up, his heart pounding as a thin sheen of sweat ran down his body in a cold chill.Â
His gaze landed on two things first: the nightstand, where Truth-Teller was carefully, purposefully tucked into the side of the wood, and then to youâhis beautiful, sleeping mate.
Azriel's chest tightened, the fear and anguish from the dream slowly dissipating as he focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Still, remnants of his nightmare clung to him like a shroud. He ran a trembling hand through his hair.Â
The room was dimly lit by the faint glow of moonlight through the thin white curtains. Azriel took a deep breath, grounding himself in the reality of your presence, the safety of your shared bed. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and careful, as if afraid to wake you. He smiled at your sleeping form, at how he wasnât uncomfortable with his scarred hands against your skinâ not anymore.Â
His shadows seemed to be sleeping as well, their dark forms curled around you protectively. All except for one lone tendril which hovered near Azriel, an insomniac companion mirroring his unrest. He let it twist lazily around his hand as he withdrew it from your face.Â
You stirred slightly, murmuring something in your sleep, and Azriel felt a wave of relief wash over him. He leaned back against the headboard, still breathing heavily, but the rhythm gradually calmed. He positioned his wings into a comfortable lay behind him.Â
Azriel closed his eyes, welcoming thoughts of the first time heâd met you. He reminded himself that you were here, beside him, and wouldnât be taken away. His mind replayed the memory of your first meeting, of the way his chest tightened when you smiled at himâ he had been a goner since that first day. He thought about your first kiss next, how nervous he had been, how you took his hands and pressed your lips to his, how your lips tasted of berry from the pie you both shared. The memories combined with the smell of you, with the warmth of your body next to him, slowly soothed the last remnants of his terror.
âAz?âÂ
His eyes shot open and he looked over as you lifted yourself up, rubbing your tired eyesâstill heavy-lidded and soft. The shadows around you stirred, a few of them joining the lone one that drifted around Azriel's hands.
âMy love, did I wake you?â he whispered, âIâm so sorry.â
You shook your head slightly, a small smile playing on your lips. âNo, not completely.â
Azriel's eyes softened as you shifted closer, moving to rest atop him. He extended his wing to wrap around you protectively, a hand moving to pull you in closer.
Your bare hand came to rest on his chest and he shivered at the touch, at the chill of your skin in contrast to the warmth of his own. He grimaced at the sheen of sweat that still persisted against his skin, but you paid no mind as you extended your palm across his chest.
You gave a small laugh, the sound soft and sleepy. Azrielâs heart fluttered at it and he found himself craving for the sound to be emitted once moreâ over and over again until he could savor it enough to be satisfied. Not that he ever could beâ satisfied, that was. He never had enough when it came to you.
âSorry,â you murmured, your lips turned up into a sheepish smile.
Azriel smiled lazily at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss tenderly. âYou and your ice hands,â he teased gently, brushing his lips against your knuckles.Â
You leaned further into him, nuzzling against his chest. âWell, you moved away in your sleep. I was left alone and cold.â
Azriel gave you a small laugh, though it held a trace of lingering unease as your words settled in his chest. Alone and cold. His eyes glazed over slightly, now looking past the moment he was in and into something much darkerâ momentarily reliving the memory of his nightmare.Â
You placed your hand back on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm. He blinked once, twice, and then he was back in his bed, arms wrapped around you.
Azriel's fingers traced the contours of your face, his touch light and reverentâ sacred almost, as if he were touching a prized treasure, something holy. He moved slowly, committing every detail to memory, ensuring you were real, that you were there before him. He took it all inâthe curve of your lips, the softness of your cheeks, the warmth in your eyes. Mate, his shadows whispered into his ears, Your mate. Mate, mate, mate.Â
Safe.
His hand cupped your cheek and the golden thread within him sangâ- a sweet, beautiful, haunting melody that pushed away the tension building in his shoulders.Â
âIâm here,â you said softly, your own hand rising to cover his, grounding him in your touch. âAnd Iâm not going anywhere.â
Azriel nodded, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone. âGood,â he said, his voice steadier now. âBecause I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
You stared at one another for a moment, the dimly lit room filled with a comforting silence, something peaceful and safe. Slowly, you moved your hand to his face, your fingers brushing lightly over his cheek. You leaned up, closing the distance between you, and brought him into a kiss.
The kiss was tender and kind, and Azriel felt everything about love within itâ comfort, trust, and a promise. He pulled you in closer, his hand wrapping around you, while the other held your face gently, his thumb caressing your cheek.
You were his. And he was yours in return.Â
Azriel deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, his tongue gently exploring your mouth. A soft whimper escaped you, the sound sending a wave of pleasure through his body, tightening at the core of his stomach. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes searching yours, dark with desire and affection. You only pulled him back in, your body pressing against his, a needy grind that ignited a fire within him, an insatiable need to be even closer to you, to feel you in a manner that was only granted to him.Â
With a swift, fluid movement, he rolled you both so you were on your back and he was hovering above you. One hand braced himself on the bed, while the other roamed over your hips and your body, feeling the curves beneath the thin fabric of your nightdress. His scarred hands brushed over the silk, the material still gliding against the roughness of his skin.
He pulled his lips from yours, slowly trailing down your neck, peppering burning kisses against your skin. His hand moved up, sliding under your nightdress, tracing the lines of your body. His touch was gentle, exploring every inch of you as if it were the first time.
You arched into him, hands clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer. His name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, a sound that made his heart race even faster. Azriel's hand continued its journey, caressing your thigh, your waist, before finally making it up to your breast, squeezing gently through the fabric.
You let out a sound, a mixture of a breathless gasp and a whimper, and Azrielâs eyes found yours as his fingers grazed over the peak of your hardened nipple. He rolled it between his fingers.Â
"Azriel.âÂ
Your voice trembled with need and something inside Azriel stirred further. This was real, you were real.Â
"Yes, my love?" he murmured, his voice husky. His hand continued its slow, torturous movements, thumb brushing over your nipple in a way that made your toes curl. âWhat is it?â
Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath your fingers. You ran a teasing touch along the base of his wings, caressing the sensitive area with a chilled touch. Azriel shivered above you, lowering himself to press further against you.
"I need you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. His eyes fell to your parted lips and his lips curved into a tender smile.
"I'm here, my love," he said softly. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His tongue teased yours, the taste of him intoxicating. He pulled apart to whisper, âAnd you are, too.â
You nodded slowly. âI am.âÂ
Your words were met with a tug deep in your chest that left you breathless. You bit back a moan at the feeling of that sacred thread growing even tauter, at the feeling of his arousal drowning your senses.Â
Azriel pushed the strap of your nightdress down, watching as you moved it further to expose your chest to him. He pulled you into another kiss, just as hungry, just as passionate, before he was kissing down your neck once moreâ down to your collarbone and right above your breast. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
You gasped, your back arching off the bed, pressing yourself closer to him. "Azriel," you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair.
He switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention. His fingers brushed over your hip, your thigh, before finally slipping between your legs. He found you wet and ready. The fabric of your dress bunched awkwardly at your waist, but neither of you caredâ too tired to bother with maneuvering it over your head, too lost in the desire that flooded your senses.Â
Azriel could have teased you, could have made the anticipation agonizing, could have spread his touches so far and light that you were begging himâlike usual. Oh how he loved turning you to putty in his hands, watching as you writhed against him. But not tonight, not as he felt you beneath him, as he smelled your sweet arousal.
He spread you open with his hands, holding your legs apart as he took in your glistening core. His touch was tender, reverent, as he brought a finger through your folds, feeling your warmth and wetness. A low groan escaped him.Â
"My mate," he murmured against your skin, his breath warm against your most intimate place. âSo beautiful.â
You pushed yourself up on your elbows to watch Azriel as he dipped a finger inside you. His eyes locked onto yours as he curled his finger inside you, eliciting another soft moan from your parted lips. You arched your back at the sensation, head falling back slightly.Â
Azriel brought his mouth to your clit, his tongue teasing and circling the sensitive bud. You looked down at him, mouth slightly open, eyes heavy with desire, and chest heaving. One of your hands went to grab your breast, fingertips tracing where your nipple still glistened with his saliva. Shadows met your hands, twisting around your breasts in a gentle, teasing attention â flitting just above the sensitive hardened peaks.Â
Azriel added another finger inside you, stretching and filling you as he continued to lavish attention on your clit. His fingers and shadows worked in tandem, pleasuring you in ways that sent shivers down your spine. Each touch brought you closer to the edge of ecstasy, a simmering, building feeling of pleasure in your core.Â
His free hand moved to grip your thigh, holding you steady as he brought you closer to climax. His eyes never left yours, and the intensity of his gaze made your pulse quicken even more. You could feel his fingers inside you, his tongue on you, and the tug of your beautiful bond deep in your chest.Â
You let go completely, surrendering to the sensations that filled your bodyâ with a cry of his name, you shattered.Â
He lapped up your essence, savoring every drop of your pleasure. Rising above you, chest heaving, he breathed heavily as he looked down at you, something so beautiful, so real, beneath him.
You reached out to him. "I'm here," you whispered, your voice filled with love and an overwhelming, dripping need. "Please. I need you."
Azriel nodded slowly, his desire mirrored in his eyes as he maneuvered himself to rid himself of his underwear. He returned to you, his body aligning with yours, skin against skin, a tug at the connection that weaved your souls together.Â
He hovered above you, hands tracing the curves of your body, savoring how you felt under his handsâ Gods, heâd never tire of feeling you, never be close enough. His light, his salvation, his mate.
He leaned down and pulled you into a kiss.Â
"Anything for you, my love," Azriel whispered against your lips, his voice thick with longing and devotion. The sound of it made you clench everything below the waist. His fingers trailed down your body, finding their way between your legs once more. He guided himself to your entrance, teasingly brushing against you, and the movement elicited a gasp from your lips.
You wrapped your legs around him, urging him closer, hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him into you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed himself past your folds, a low moan escaping his lips as he sank into you.Â
"Fuck," he murmured. "So perfect."
Azriel intertwined your fingers and held your hands gently above you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. With every roll of his hips, he whispered mantras of love, devotion, and praise, his voice a soothing, low cadence against your skin. You greedily drank in every word, feeling them flitter through your body like aphrodisiacs.Â
The pace was slow, deliberate, almost lazy compared to the usual fervor with which Azriel ravished you. But it was exactly what he neededâsoft, sensual, a reminder that you both existed in this moment, here and now.
You tightened your grip on his hands, urging him closer, wanting to merge your souls as intimately as your bodies were intertwined. Azriel kissed every area of exposed skin, thrusting into you as your cunt welcomed him greedily.Â
He pulled out of you as far as he could just to slowly ease into you once again. Each thrust was thoughtful, intentional, and your whimpers grew louder as he continued. Azriel traced his nose over your shoulder, whispering your name to make you turn your headâ just enough for him to kiss you.Â
Mate, mate, mate.Â
Safe.
Azriel groaned into your mouth, savoring your taste and how perfectly your body remembered himâ how well you took him.Â
He was alive and safe, in a bed that he shared with his mateâ a mate that was writhing underneath him as he pushed you to another brink of pleasure.
Azriel's forehead rested against yours and he released your hands gently, allowing you to wrap them around his neckâ bringing one to glide along his extended wing, eliciting a shudder throughout his body.Â
"I love you," you whispered against him, âIâm here.â
Those words were all it took for Azriel to deepen his movements, for his pace to quicken as he leaned into you more, kissing you deeply as he rolled into you.
With a shared cry of pleasure, you both found release together, bodies trembling as Azriel emptied himself inside you.Â
After he pulled out, Azriel spent a moment kissing you tenderly, his lips moving across your skin with reverence and affection. You both swayed together in the aftermath, riding the waves of blissful satisfaction as you lazily kissed one another, limbs still entangled like braided rope.Â
He gently pulled himself away and made his way to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth and a lazy, adoring smile. Azriel cleaned you up with gentle strokes, his kisses following the path of the cloth as he murmured sweet nothings against your skin. My beautiful mate, my treasure for life. Real, sacredâ and all his. Each touch was a whisper of love and care, an intimate ritual that had grown to a routine as the bond deepened between you.
Once he was done, Azriel crawled back into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest. He wrapped an arm around you, cocooning you with his wing to keep you warm. He didnât mind those cold fingers of yours, didnât mind the chills they sent across his body, but tonight he would keep you close, keep you warm. His other hand found yours, placing it gently atop his heart, where you could feel its steady beat, matching yours in perfect rhythm.
Sighing contentedly, Azriel closed his eyes. He let the scent of you fill his nostrils, let the sound of your breathing fill his ears, and soon fell into a blissful, nightmare-free slumber.Â
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The First Light of Dawn
Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader
Kinktober 2024: Somnophilia
Description: The bond threatens to drive both you and Azriel insane.
Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, fingering, oral sex, dub con (except it's not because they totally discussed this before)
Word Count: ~1,6k
Rating: 18+ MDNI
Notes: I feel obligated to say that you should only try something like this with someone who you trust and with prior consent and that you can take it back anytime. Hope you enjoy!
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There wasn't much Azriel loved more than flying over Velaris after a long mission, feeling the breeze hit his face and his sore muscles as he watched the city shining below, always reminding himself why he works so hard to protect it. Today's mission had been a mostly routine affair, one he didn't even have to leave his shadows for, but he still felt particularly exhausted after it.
His brothers had warned him multiple times that the bond could be hard to deal with at times, especially when it was as fresh as yours, but he always thought they were exaggerating, - your bond had brought him nothing but happiness after all. The Mother proved him wrong today though. Azriel was gone for barely a full day and while he was supposed to be focusing on his target all he could think about was how much he missed you. He could almost hear the bond in his chest screaming at him to go and find you, to hold you in his arms and never let go.
Even now it was trying to guide his body in the direction of your house on the other side of the river, making him have to almost fight with himself to keep flying to the townhouse. The sun wasn't even close to rising and you had worked all day as well, he wouldn't disturb your sleep just because the bond was so annoyingly irrational. Azriel contemplates waking Rhys or Cassian up so they could spar with him and help him release some of the tension clinging to his body, but that would be proving them right, something he was unwilling to do no matter the cost.
At last, he lands on his balcony with a soft thud, a sigh escaping him at the familiar sight, sending his shadows scattering around the room so they could relax as well. The bond had been so loud all day, that he thought he was imagining smelling your scent in the air, already setting his weapons down on their respective spots in his dresser when his body locked up as he heard soft breathing behind him.
Turning around slowly, Azriel couldn't even believe his eyes when he saw you sleeping soundly under the covers. His shadows climbed up his body immediately, giddily letting him know that not only was he not dreaming, but his pretty little mate had also been missing him all day, crawling up into his bed so she'd be surrounded by his scent.
His tired body awakens at the sight, walking closer to the bed slowly so he didn't wake you up, unable to keep away. A smile breaks out on his lips when he reaches you, pushing some of the hair out of your face so he could place a soft kiss on your forehead, scarred thumb caressing your cheek softly. Gods, you were so perfect.
Just when he thought the bond would finally calm down, it starts spreading a different kind of heat over his body, your scent assaulting all of his senses the longer he breathes it in. His hand trails down to your neck, pushing the covers down a bit as he goes, a whimper almost escaping him when he finds you were wearing one of his shirts, and nothing else from the looks of it.
His body moves before he even realizes what he was doing, pushing the covers off your body completely, exposing you to his hungry gsze, hazel eyes tracing every bit of exposed skin, taking note of how his shirt although too big on you, had ridden up enough to let him know you were truly only wearing it and nothing else.
With the bond purring inside him and his shadows whispering just how much you've missed him, Azriel turns your body over carefully, laying you on your back as he sits on the bed beside you, hands caressing your legs softly. You sigh in your sleep when his hands spread your thighs apart, but show no sign of waking up. Your scent, deepened with arousal hits his nose in full force, a groan echoing around the room. It seems you really did miss him.
Azriel wastes no time in lifting the shirt up to your neck, making a sound in the back of his throat as your entrancing body is revealed to his eyes, biting down on his lip as your nipples started hardening under his gaze. He leans down to drop a kiss between your breasts, closing his eyes and breathing you in, feeling your heart beating under his lips for a moment. Gods, what was he doing? His body shows him the answer right away as he starts trailing wet kisses down your torso, biting and then soothing the skin with his tongue as he goes, a primal hunger rising within him.
He sits up suddenly when he reaches your navel, letting out a growl as he sheds any remaining piece of restraint that threatened to stop him. Your chest was rising and falling faster now, mouth agape as puffs of air escaped past your delicious lips. He knew he'd find you soaked even before his fingers met your cunt, easily sliding one and then two inside you carefully.
Azriel watches his fingers almost like he was in a trance, almost purring at the noises they made as he moved them in and out of you, your wetness dripping down his palm. Your body knew his touch well, whether you were awake or sleeping, sucking in his fingers greedily, almost begging him to keep going and take what was his.
A wicked idea comes to his mind, taking his fingers out and adjusting your body carefully so he could lay down between your legs, throwing your legs over his shoulders and lining his face up with your dripping cunt. He wanted to see how long it'd take you to wake up, if he could make you cum before you did.
Hands holding onto your waist, Azriel licks a broad stripe up your cunt before diving right in, moaning against you as your taste overwrites all of his senses. He almost forgets himself and the situation, getting lost in your taste, your scent and the feeling of your soft skin under his hands. Azriel grabbed at your thighs, massaging the flesh with his hands, moving back and forth up to your chest, playing with your nipples as best as he could given the angle. His hips start grinding down onto the mattress, his cock throbbing under his leathers as he feasts on you. He couldn't get enough of you, he probably would never get enough.
The Spymaster is so focused on your cunt, that he fails to notice your breaths coming out faster, your body trembling under his, and your eyes blinking awake, confused by the sudden rush of pleasure, moans of your own echoing around the room. It's only when your fingers tangle in his hair and you call out his name in question that he realizes you have woken up, moaning against you, the vibrations sending a shudder running through your overheated body.
It doesn't take long for you to fall apart on his tongue, cumming around him beautifully as soon as he starts pumping one of his fingers back into your cunt while his mouth abused your clit. Azriel laps up your release, only pulling away when your body is shaking too much and your hands start pushing at his head, struggling to breathe through the unexpected pleasure he was giving you.
Kissing his way up your body, lingering for a moment over your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth, and then over your neck, marking it up with his teeth, he softens when he gets to your jaw, sweetly kissing your face before his lips fall over yours at last, your hands moving to hold the back of his neck to keep him in place, tasting yourself on his mouth.
âYou're a heavy sleeper,â he whispers against your lips when you pull away, unable to resist licking over your bottom lip once.
âI think you're just too good at being sneaky, Spymaster,â your murmur, voice still heavy with sleep and still breathy from the mind numbing orgasm, legs still trembling softly at his sides.
Azriel hums, taking your lips between his own again, hands still caressing your skin, coaxing the sweetest gasp from you, one he gladly swallowed, his body fitting over yours perfectly.
âI missed you,â he murmurs, leaning his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as the bond finally gives him a moment of rest. âCouldn't stop thinking about you all day.â
âMe too.â
His shadows had already told him as much but it still warmed his heart to hear the confession coming directly from your lips, a content smile widening on his lips.
âWere you waiting for me?â
âYes,â you admit, wrapping your arms around his neck, âI couldn't sleep without you.â Leaning up to peck his lips as he purrs at your words. He's convinced he could live forever in your arms.
Azriel starts feeling sneaky fingers tugging at the straps holding his leathers together, leaning away so he can watch your face adoringly as you unbuckle them expertly without ever looking away from him and still blinking away the sleepiness in your eyes.
âWhat are you doing, my love?â
âIt's only fair I get to play with you too, don't you think?â
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Sweetened Dreams
Pairing: Azriel x Dream Weaver Fem!Reader
Summary: Having access to the people of Velaris' dreams was a gift you did not take for granted. Having access to your mate's heated dreams? Absolutely delicious.
Warnings: 18 + mdni (f oral, p in v, sex dreams).
Word count: 2.6k
You watched on from the balcony as rosy fingered dawn made her appearance. The warm light of the morning sun bled into the horizon, casting an amber glow over the sleeping streets of Velaris.
It was early â far too early for you to be awake on your day off. And yet, despite the remnants of drowsiness which still lingered in your system, you found yourself incapable of succumbing to the warm embrace of sleep.
Rather, you welcomed the gentle breeze of the morning air as it kissed your reddened cheeks on the balcony of your home, the wind working to quell the heated blush which had risen in the wake of your untimely stirring.
You were no stranger to being awake at unreasonable hours â it was the gruelling nature of your job. Gifting dreams to the slumbering citizens of the Night Court. Yet, in all your years of working, never had you been disturbed by another person's dreams as you rested. Not until now.
The soft, lingering touches as his gentle hands explored your curves.
The salacious cry of pleasure which slipped from his parted lips.
The mouth-watering drag of his hips languidly meeting your own.
Azriel was dreaming.
Dreaming of you.
The sensuous image of Azriel's lustful fantasy, alongside the blinding wave of arousal being passed down the bond, was enough to leave you flushed. Dawn's cool air provided you with no respite from your mate's titillating thoughts as your cheeks grew warmer and warmer with each minute passed.
The heated kiss of his soft lips trailing across the sensitive skin of your neck.
The grounding touch of his calloused hands laced between your own.
The desperate groan which followed each passionate thrust he delivered.
It was impossible to block him out â whatever meagre control you once held over your magic had since been relinquished. Unable to change the course of his temptuous dream, your mind focussed solely on the primal surge of your mate's pleasure as it travelled down the bond. Finding every ounce of him overwhelming â your swirling thoughts were consumed by Azriel, and Azriel alone.
ââË.â
Lost in the haze of the male's lustful vision, images of his mouth latched onto your skin caused a pleasant warmth to pool between your legs. Desire rising in your chest, you failed to notice that Azriel's dream had ceased. The familiar hum of your unruly magic had long since subsided and yet, even in the absence of its presence, your amorous thoughts remained solely on him.
Absorbed by the insatiable pulse of your growing hunger, you startled as the low voice of your mate called out from behind you. The remnants of sleep clinging on to Azriel's words as he huskily uttered, "my love, do you ever rest?"
"The city is sleeping, and so I'm awake," you answered simply, pausing for a moment as your mate's tender hands came to wrap around your middle â Azriel's welcoming warmth enveloping you as his chest firmly pressed against your back. You released a small sigh of contentment at his action, your head rolling back to rest against his shoulder as you continued, "when you sleep, your . . . thoughts -" Azriel's nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, a wave of pleasure washing over your body as his soft hum urged you to continue, "-they're quite loud."
A low sound of amusement rumbled in Azriel's chest at your words. Yet, the male's efforts remained focussed on leaving a trail of languidly placed kisses along the expanse of your neck, until â finally â the ghost of his heated breath enticingly blew against your ear as the Shadowsinger confessed, "I was dreaming about you."
You were helpless in stopping the quiet moan which slipped from your lips as Azriel gently tugged you closer towards him, goosebumps rising on your skin as the light touch of his growing member brushed tantalisingly against your back. Breathless, you replied, "I know . . . I saw it."
"And was this your doing?" Azriel enquired, a small cry of frustration escaping your mouth as the male halted his sensuous actions. His teasing lips torturously hovering over the sweet spot on your neck as he continued to press, "have you been blessing my dreams again, my love?"
"Not this time," you answered truthfully. Whilst soothing Azriel's restless slumber and unsettling nightmares came naturally to you, never have you had the courage to bless your mate's dreams with the sweetness that he was referring to, "those thoughts were yours alone."
"A pity," Azriel concluded, the male lessening the grip of his arms around your waist as he devilishly smirked down at your faltering expression, "I suppose if you've already seen it, I needn't provide you with a demonstration â oh, but what a sweet dream it was."
You pouted at the absence of Azriel's searing touch as you turned to face the male. Your hand moving to slowly graze your mate's bare chest as you lifted your playful gaze to meet his darkened eyes, "now that you mention it . . . I may need a reminder of exactly what it was that I saw."
"Is that so?" the Shadowsinger asked with a raised brow, his wings twitching with a mind of their own as he noted the pleasant shift in your honeyed scent.
"Hmm . . . how did it start again?" you mused, an alluring smile working its way onto your face as you moved your lips to lightly brush against his own, Azriel's breath catching in his throat at your teasing contact as you seductively whispered, "like this?"
"Actually," Azriel's wandering hands slipped down to meet the back of your thighs, the male swiftly lifting you up into his arms as he began to retreat back into the comforting warmth of your bedroom. The promise of a fulfilling morning upon his lips as he purred, "I think it began with my head between your legs."
ââË.â
The experienced swipe of his salacious tongue against your slick.
The cooling bliss of his restless shadows as they moved to explore the soft contours of your writhing body.
The heated lust in his sultry gaze as he worked to keep his sight on your hooded eyes.
Azriel devoured you like a man starved.
And yet, despite the fervent nature of his actions, your mate's passion was delivered with an air of intimacy. The Shadowsinger's gentle hands moving to lace between your own as he softly groaned in satisfaction against your dripping sex.
It was almost too much to bear â your back arching from the bed in response to the carnal swipe of Azriel's tongue against your pulsing heat. A low whine falling from your lips as the male contentedly lapped up the taste of your sweetened arousal.
You mewled when Azriel turned his attention towards your clit, your mouth parting breathlessly as the male lazily trailed small circles around your aching bud. Gripping his hands tighter, you helplessly bucked against his face, your eyes closing in ecstasy as you lowly begged for more.
It was utter bliss.
Your senses were wholly consumed by your mate as he eagerly worked to bring you to completion, each delicious movement succeeding in ebbing away the last dregs of drowsiness which still remained from your early wakening.
Yet, your feeling of intense pleasure was gone all too soon, Azriel having pulled away just as you were on the precipice of your high. Groaning at the absence of his heated touch, your eyes fluttered open to meet your mate's mischievous gaze, a matching smirk etched onto his handsome face.
A lucky female indeed.
"Is this stirring your memory yet, my love?" Azriel crooned, the male slowly crawling up the length of your body until his swollen lips came to brush against your own. That same glint of unbridled mischief reflecting in your own eyes as you hummed your reply, "possibly . . ." Your hand leisurely trailed down Azriel's chest until it came to rest upon his hardened cock, "but I may need a little reminder of what came next."
A frenzied growl broke from Azriel's throat at your action, the male's eyes growing dark with lust before he finally sealed his lips against your own.
ââË.â
The kiss was searing â a passionate clash of tongues and teeth. Your mouths moved together in a wondrous synchrony as the two of you sought to sate your growing desire.
You were insatiable; wanting nothing more than to be consumed by all Azriel had to offer.
His sweetened scent.
His delectable taste.
His heated touch.
Every last inch of him was intoxicating.
You needed your fix of him, and so, desperate to quell the pulsing ache which had risen in your core at his fervid touch, you impatiently rolled your hips against his own. A feverish moan spilling from your lips as the head of Azriel's leaking cock brushed tantalisingly against your dripping folds.
Softly chuckling at your growing frustration, Azriel playfully nipped at the push skin on your lips as he pulled away from the kiss. Admiration pooling in your mate's hazel eyes, he stole a moment to take in the radiance of your morning glow. His once darkened gaze softening as it swept over your heavenly features, the male's mouth parted in awe as he quietly asked, "am I still dreaming?"
You blushed at the innocence of Azriel's question, your hand moving to lovingly rest against your mate's face as your thumb began to gently caress his pinkish cheeks. A soothing smile crossing your lips, you replied with a question of your own, "and what would you do if you were still dreaming?"
Azriel lent forwards, the heated touch of his breath softly tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as he purred, "I would do this." The male placed a gentle kiss into the crook of your neck, your body quivering with anticipation as he began to trail his mouth lower. "And this," he uttered, sweetly placing another kiss onto the curve of your breast. "And also this," he finished, his lips moving to ghost over your pert nipple. Azriel's mouth parted into a soft 'o' as the male lightly blew onto your stiffened peak, a warm smile stretching across his face before his swollen lips finally came to close around your breast.
Sighing in bliss, you arched into the male's touch, your body writhing underneath his own as he delicately sucked at your tender skin. "Is that all?" you taunted breathlessly as Azriel moved his mouth to tend to your other breast, whining as your mate teasingly rolled his tongue around your peaked nipple.
Yet, the wondrous sensation which had risen from your mate's salacious kisses did nothing to sate your ever-growing desire. And so, needing more, you ground yourself against the male's hardened cock â your eyes heavy with want as you urged him to act.
So Azriel did. A soft cry spilling from your lips as the male slowly pushed his cock into your pulsing heat, your mate euphorically mumbling into your skin as he did so, "gods, you're perfect... my beautiful, beautiful mate."Â
You flushed at both his sweetened words and the pleasant feeling of his cock as he fully sheathed himself inside you. A languorous moan emitted past your lips as he stretched you fully; the sound turning into one of incredulous frustration as your mate failed to move. Locking your legs around his waist, you impatiently ground your hips against his, asking â no begging â the male for more. "Eager little thing," Azriel whispered as he began to move his hips at a torturously slow pace, "let me enjoy you, my love."
ââË.â
It was impossible for Azriel to look away; his drunken gaze lust-filled and half-lidded as the male fought against his growing pleasure to keep his eyes locked on you.
On the delectable bounce of your plush breasts as they followed the slow rhythm of his passionate thrusts.
On the darkness which had consumed your irises as lust and desire took hold of your gaze.
On the shape of your parted lips as you let out sweet sounds of pleasure as you milked his warmed cock.
If this were a dream, then Azriel wished never to wake â the male longing to stay in his slumber forever, so as to memorise every intricate detail of your face.
Craving a more intimate connection, Azriel entwined his hands with your own, his face moving to burrow into the curve of your neck before softened words of love and adoration began to tumble from your mate's awestruck lips.
Azriel gritted his teeth as he quickened his pace, the male chasing after the addicting high of his release. His heart pounding at the way you clenched around his cock as your own organism grew nearer. And it was there, the sweet sound of your mewling slowly working to coax your mate's eyes open, that Azriel once more bore witness to your ethereal glow.Â
A bright warmth radiated from your skin, the soft light reflecting in Azriel's reverential gaze. It was as though you had been blessed by the stars themselves; your skin holding a golden lustre which made you look utterly irresistible.
You were a gift.
To Prythian.
To Velaris.
To Azriel.
Basking in the light of your other-worldly power, Azriel's grip on your hands tightened as he continued his bruising rhythm, his wings twitching as he took in your godly form beneath him. A strangled cry of pleasure escaped your lips at the male's deep strokes, his fervent passion succeeding in tipping you over the edge of bliss as the heated wave of your orgasm finally washed over you.
Guided by your glowing light, Azriel continued to chase after his own release. The male's thrusts grew desperate as he moved deeper and deeper inside of you with each stroke delivered. Until finally, Azriel reached his own high. The low tones of his frenzied groan reaching your ears as your mate came undone, ribbons of his white hot cum painting your walls as he did so.
You both lay there for a moment, the weight of Azriel's chest heaving against your own as the two of you fought to catch your breaths.
Stealing a moment to bask in the peaceful silence of dawn, you admired the male's post-sex glow. The glistening sheen of his sweat-soaked brow, the delicate curl of his tousled hair, the satisfied smile which lazily stretched across his swollen lips.
It was difficult to believe that Azriel was real and not simply a conjuring of your own imagination â a manifestation of your sweetest dreams. Yet, the grounding touch of his hands clasped between yours reminded you that this was real; that he was real.
It was only when the crushing wave of your highs had subsided, and the golden glow of your shimmering skin had dwindled, did Azriel then then pull himself from you. The male slumping onto the bed by your side, his large wings dropping in fatigue before he pulled you into the the warm embrace of his arms.
Softly sighing at the cool touch of his wandering shadows which still trailed across the length of your heated skin, you began to tease, "Was that everything you dreamed of then?"
"Everything and more," Azriel replied, his thumb working to rub small circles into your hip as he nestled his head into the crook of your neck once more, the male placing a gentle kiss onto your skin before he continued, "what a lucky male I am, to have had my dreams turned into reality by a being as beautiful as you."
You blushed at his words, amazed at the effect that the male still had on you even after years of being together. Glowing in domestic bliss, you answered, "perhaps I may have to start blessing your dreams myself if this is the treatment I'll receive. A good morning, indeed."
Azriel sleepily chuckled into your shoulder at your reply, his bright eyes finding yours before he warmly stated, "It's always a good morning when I wake to the sight of the sun between my arms."
Notes: so I'm back on the writing grind (hopefully)! I have a few more ideas for this pairing so let me know if you want to see more of them! Thank you to @itsswritten and @writingcroissant for sparking this idea and to @sarawritestories , @ninthcircleofprythian and @daycourtofficial for dealing with my mental breakdowns whilst I wrote this lol.
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