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It's time for another extraction of eel mucus for Vil's facial cream... Yuu wishes she could unlearn that so she can no longer be cursed with that knowledge. She heads up the Lounge to get Floyd, but is instead greeted by Jade, who appears to have been waiting for her arrival.
"Good evening, Miss Yuu."
"Hey, Jade. Where's Floyd?"
"I'm afraid he had some prior arrangements today, so sadly, I'll be the one sacrificed on his behalf."
"You're volunteering as tribute?"
"Indeed."
Yuu sees the smile he tries to hide, but she doesn't have time to unwrap everything. So, her and Jade leave with the buckets in hand. She drops them off along with a very relaxed looking Jade to Azul. She bids them farewell and leaves.
"You should be happy that I don't tell her what you did, Jade."
Floyd comes kicking in the door a few minutes later.
"You asshole! You used your weird mushroom to paralyzed me just so I could miss Shrimpy!"
Jade, now becoming one with the couch, just grunts in response. The only thing Yuu learned from this was how many knots were in Jade's back.
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Body Count
Pairing: Reader x Azriel
Summary: Anxious about how your lack of experience compares to Azriel's, you ask him about his body count. Unfortunately for him, he misunderstands the question gravely.
based on this funny lil request!
Warnings: angst if you squint, miscommunication, silly az and silly cassian making fun of silly az, mentions of death/killing, a sweet lil kiss! fluff!
Word Count: 3.3k
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Youâve always had a soft spot for Azriel.Â
It wasnât just his mysterious aura and brooding looks that made him irresistibly attractive to youâ though those definitely added to the appeal. Azriel was thoughtful. He was attentive. He seemed to understand you and your needs in a way that none of your other friends could.Â
Your feelings for him had grown over time, blossoming into a full-blown crush.
And for the most part, it seemed like Azriel enjoyed your company too.Â
There was a playful flirtation between you two, a spark that you hoped would ignite into something more. It had grown even hotter these past two months, through conversations that were held entirely too close to one another, stolen glances, and brief touches that sent shivers down your spine.Â
But deep down in your stomach, there was something holding you backâ a bitter, nauseating feeling. You werenât just nervous, you were insecure.Â
It wasnât a secret that Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand had their fair share of lovers. After all, they were all extremely attractive and had lived for centuries longer than you. But the idea of Azrielâs love life had begun to spin itself into an anxious, terrifying web in your mind. You werenât experienced in such mattersâ at least, not nearly as experienced as Azriel must've been. The thought was daunting to you. Terrifying, really.
It was late at night now, and the last of your family had bid their goodnights, retreating to their respective rooms and homes. You found yourself alone with Azriel in the dimly lit living room, the small crackling fire mixing with the remnants of the celebration that lingered in the airâ the heady scent of wine and the distinct smells of each of your loved ones.Â
You stole a glance at Azriel, noticing the way his cheeks were slightly flushed, eyes bright with mirth. His shadows were calm, dancing playfully around his feet and his arms. He caught your gaze instantly, offering you a lopsided smile, the corners of his lips turning upwards in a way that made your heart flutter.
This was your chanceâ a perfect, quiet moment to confess something to him. To tell him how you felt.Â
But the nauseating feeling in your stomach bubbled up once more. You bit the inside of your cheek. Perhaps it was the perfect moment indeed. Not to confess your feelings quite yet, but to get rid of the spider web of overthinking youâd created.Â
Summoning up the courage, you leaned closer to him, the alcohol emboldening you. "Hey, Az," you began, your voice soft and hesitant.
Azriel turned to you. "Yeah?"Â
You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "Can I ask you something?"
Azrielâs face seemed to soften. "Of course."
You held his gaze for a moment, taking in the hues of his eyes that seemed more golden in the firelight. A small blush rose to your cheeks and you swallowed nervously, your fingers fidgeting in your lap.Â
"What is your body count?"Â
Azriel blinked. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as his mouth slightly parted, and you watched as his gaze seemed to dance around your face. He opened his mouth to respond, but a hiccup escaped him instead of words.
"I'm just... I was just wondering," you stammered, your cheeks burning hotter with heat. "If you're comfortable sharing, that is."
Azriel smiled at you, letting out another small hiccup as he repositioned himself to lean closer. His shadows seemed to reach out towards you, a subtle, almost subconscious gesture of reassurance. "It's alright," he said, his voice gentle. "I don't mind sharing."
He took a moment to compose himself. â8,754.â
As if youâd been doused in icy water, your alcohol-induced haze dissipated instantly.Â
"Oh," you breathed out, your eyes widening in shock. "Oh."
You wouldâve tried harder to hide your shock, but the only thing you could focus on now was the large, heavy, number. It hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of it settling heavily in the pit of your stomach.Â
You expected a large number, sure. You told yourself that you could come to terms with it, learn how to be comfortable with the gap in your experiences. But you hadnât prepared yourself for this large of a number, and suddenly you felt⊠uneasy.Â
Azriel watched you closely, his expression quickly filling with concern. "Are you alright?"Â
Azriel had been with over 8,754 people?
You nodded slowly. Unable to meet his gaze, you casted your eyes towards the carpet in front of him. "Yeah, I'm fine," you murmured, "I, uh, I think I need to go home. I mustâve drank too much."
Azriel seemed to sober up immediately. His shadows, which had been lazily swirling around his feet, suddenly grew still, sensing his shift in mood. He sat up straight, a look of worry crossing his features. "Here, let me walk you to your room," he offered, his wings slightly unfurling as if ready to rise.
You avoided his gaze once more, shaking your head quickly. "It's alright. I got it," you insisted, standing up a bit too quickly. You swayed slightly, and his wings twitched as if he wanted to reach out and steady you. You quickly regained your balance. "Goodnight, Az."
Azriel watched you go, shadows trailing after you slightly before retracting back to him. His wings sagged, a sense of helplessness washing over him as he watched your retreating form disappear down the hallway.
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Azriel was tense. Every muscle in his body, every movement he made, it all felt constrainedâ stressed. Troubled. His shadows swirled restlessly around him, their hurried movements perfectly mirroring the deep agitation he felt in his gut.
Days had passed since his last proper conversation with you. He missed itâ missed your presence, missed your laughter. Heâd grown so used to your company, had begun to look forward to your conversations and the small flirty banter that heâd gained the confidence to indulge in. But you were distant nowâ awkward, even. And it was driving him mad.Â
It was hot out, the afternoon sun blaring down on him and Cassian as the sound of clashing blades filled the air. Heavy sweat trickled down their faces, to a point where Azrielâs hair clung to his forehead like glue.Â
But Azrielâs mind was anywhere but the training ring. And his brother quickly noticed.
"Alright," Cassian said, stepping back and lowering his weapon. "Either you're losing to stroke my ego, or something's going on."
Azriel grumbled, parrying another blow. "I'd never lose for your ego.â His wings twitched in annoyance.Â
Cassian frowned, a scrutinizing gaze watching Azriel's movements closely. Something was definitely off. He tied his hair back up, securing it tightly. "Alright, spill it."
"No," Azriel replied curtly, his grip tightening on his weapon. His shadows seemed to wrap tighter around his form, as if trying to shield him from the conversation.
"No?" Cassian echoed, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not going to talk about my feelings with you. We're not twelve.â
Cassian let out a small scoff, raising his hands in exasperation. "By the Cauldron, Az, just tell me why you've got a stick up your ass."
Azriel glared at him. A moment passed. And then he sighed, sheathing his weapon.Â
"Y/N has been avoiding me, it seems."
Cassian frowned. "Are you sure?"
The question only brought a scowl to Azrielâs face, who threw Cassian a glare.Â
"Yes, Cassian. I'm sure."
There was an itchy, prickling feeling of annoyance filtering through Azriels skin. His shadows flared out briefly before settling back into their usual orbit.
"Well, what did you do?"
Azrielâs shadows twisted tighter and his wings rustled uneasily.
"I didn't do anything.âÂ
Cassian gave him a skeptical look, crossing his arms. "Really?"
Azriel threw him another withering glare. But when Cass only responded with a raised eyebrow, Azrielâs shoulders sagged slightly. "At least, nothing that I'm aware of."
"Alright," Cass said, "Maybe you offended her somehow. What happened the last time things were normal? Can you remember?"
Azriel paused. He remembered quite clearly despite the drunken haze he had been in. He grimaced as the memory drifted into his mind, bright and clear as day.Â
"She asked me for my body count.â
Cassianâs eyes widened. He stilled, leaning forward slightly. "And?"
"And I told her.â
There was a pensive look on Cassianâs face, a furrow forming between his brows as he processed Azriel's words. He narrowed his eyes at his brother. "What is your body count?"Â
Exactly like that other night, Azriel replied without hesitation. "8,754.â
Cassian coughed, his eyes widening in disbelief. "I-Iâm sorry?" he spluttered, caught off guard by the staggering number.
Azriel's confusion deepened, a frown marring his features. "You know this.â
"No," Cassian countered, shaking his head emphatically. âI do not know this.â
Azriel clenched his jaw, offering Cassian a cold unamused and irritated stare. âYes, you do.â
"Apparently not.â Cassian let out a scoff. âHell, I wouldâve remembered if you slept with almost nine thousand people, Az. That's more than me."
Azrielâs face twisted into a scowl, a deep crease forming between his brows. His wings flared slightly.Â
"Slept with? What the hell are you talking about?"Â
Realization flickered in Cassianâs widened eyes, and suddenly, an understanding dawned on him. "Oh," he breathed out, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He let out a hearty laugh. "Got all the skills in the world but that brain still fails ya, huh Az?"Â
Azriel fought the urge to send a swift hit to his brother's jaw, if only to knock the amused grin off his face.Â
"Can you be serious for one godsdamned minute?" Azriel snapped.
Cassian's laughter subsided, his expression sobering as he met Azriel's gazeâ only slightly. The grin still persisted. "Body count doesnât refer to your kill count," he explained, "Itâs how many people youâve fucked."
Azriel's face dropped and the color drained from his cheeks. From behind him, his wings fell limp. "You canât be serious.â
"Deadly serious, brother.â
Azriel glanced to the ground, his mind racing through that moment with you. He thought back to your response, to that small âOhâ that haunted him, to the way your eyes widened. Heâd simply assumed that you were disgusted by the amount of lives heâd taken, that youâd spent the night imagining how much blood was on his hands. For some reason, this new reality of what the question meantâ it felt even more intimate. Oh gods.
"So does Y/n think that I..." he trailed off.
"That you've fucked almost nine thousand people?" Cassian finished for him, a subtle grimace painted on his features.
"But I haven't," Azriel protested.
"Well, you should probably be telling her that."Â
Azriel didn't waste another moment. He turned on his heel, desperate to immediately find you and explain the very apparent miscommunication.Â
"Wait!" Cassian called out. Azriel paused, turning around with an impatient glare.Â
"Take a bath. You stink," Cassian said, wrinkling his nose for emphasis.
Azriel's glare deepened, and he flipped Cassian off before continuing his stride toward the exit.
Cassian's laughter boomed behind him, the sound trailing after Azriel as he walked away. "eight thousand seven hundred and fifty-four," Cassian muttered to himself, still chuckling in disbelief.
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Azriel rushed down the hallway. Following Cassianâs unasked for advice, he was freshly bathed, hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. His shadows flitted nervously around his feet, his wings twitching restlessly at his back.Â
He had no time to waste. Azriel really liked you. He needed to find you and clear up the misunderstanding before it began to fester into something deeper, something much harder to clean up.Â
He found you in your room, catching you just as you were about to leave. âY/n,â he said, as he came to a stop in your doorway. His voice was a bit louder than he intended.
You jumped, letting out a small scream as you spun to face him. You caught his gaze as your hand flew to your heart. âAzriel,â you breathed out, a nervous smile playing on your lips as you steadied your breathing. âYou scared me.â
He gave you a sheepish smile, his wings shifting slightlyâ a small, but clear sign of his embarrassment. âSorry,â he said softly.
You let out a small laugh. âHi, Az.âÂ
His smile grew. âHi Y/n,â he responded, walking further into your room. âAre you heading out?â
You blinked in an attempt to break away from his gaze, casting a quick glance down towards your window. âOh, yeah. I was just gonna go walk about Velaris, get some fresh air.â
Azriel hesitated for a moment before asking, âWould you like some company?â
You hesitated too, a part of you wanting to say yes. But then the infamous number came to mind, and the bitter, nauseating feeling returned. âMaybe another time?â you said, trying to sound as genuine as possible.
Azriel could tell you meant it, but the disappointment was clear in his eyes. âAlright,â he responded softly, his wings drooping slightly. âEnjoy your walk.â
A wave of sadness rolled through you at his response, at the way his shadows seemed to still at your rejection. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in his wet hair and the way his eyes seemed to plead with you.Â
âIâll see you later,â you said, offering him a small smile before making a move to side-step him.Â
Before he could overthink it, Azriel reached out and gently grabbed your arm. The touch was soft, but it stopped you in your tracks. You turned back to him, finding yourself suddenly very close to him, faces only inches away.
His shadows wrapped around your wrist where he held you. A giddy flutter spread through you as his touch sent warmth racing through your veins. You melted into his grip, feeling a hunger for his closeness after just a few days without it. His gaze held yours, intense and searching, before flickering down to your lips. You took a deep breath.
âIâve taken 8,754 lives,â Azriel finally spoke, his voice low and hesitant.
Your eyes widened in surprise. You took a step back, properly facing him now, trying to process his words. âWhat?â
Azriel looked sheepish, his eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty.Â
His shadows fluttered around him.
âThe other night, you asked me what my body count was. I told you 8,754.â
You nodded slowly. âI remember.â
âI thought you were asking how many people Iâd killed. Notââ he paused, a small blush reaching his cheeks. âNot how many people Iâve slept with.â
Your lips parted in an O of realization. You took in his face, observing how his shadows swirled tirelessly around him. Azriel offered you a small, unsure smile. A small laugh left your lips.
âWhy would I be asking you how many people youâve killed?â you finally asked. Your voice was soft with confusion and a hint of amusement. A small gleam grew in the shadowsingerâs eyes.Â
âI donât know,â Azriel responded honestly. âWhy were you asking how many people Iâve slept with?âÂ
You blushed, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. âItâs silly.â
Azriel reached forward, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. His shadows wrapped around your wrist where he held you. You fluttered at the sudden closeness, feeling a rush of warmth and nerves flow through your body.Â
âItâs not,â he insisted softly, his eyes holding yours with unwavering sincerity.
âI just wanted to prepare myself. I havenât⊠Iâm not experienced in these types of things.â You paused, holding his gaze for a moment. And then the corners of your lips tugged into a smile. âBut gods, itâs good to know I donât have to compete with the experience of almost nine thousand previous lovers.â
Azrielâs expression softened, a fond smile tugging at his lips. âYou never have to compete with anyone, Y/n. Especially not with me.â
A warmth settled in your chest. His thumb stroked your hand, a soothing rhythm that seemed to cause butterflies in your stomach with every touch.Â
âWell, thatâs good to know,â you replied softly, meeting his gaze.
âYeah?âÂ
Azrielâs voice was soft now, a low cadence that made you feel like puddy in his hands.Â
âYeah,â you confirmed with a small smile.
The smile on his face grew further. You traced the movement with your eyes, taking in the small smile lines and dimples that formed. His smile dropped slightly as he frowned, brows furrowing slightly.Â
âWait.â
You tilted your head curiously. âHmm?â
âIt doesnât bother you that Iâve killed 8,754 people?
 âI know you have your reasons.â You shrugged gently. âAlso, I donât have to compete with dead people.â
Azrielâs shoulders relaxed slightly at your words, as if a weight had been lifted off him. A chuckle left his mouth. It was warm and genuine, and the sound resonated deeply within you. âJust one of the many reasons why I like you.â
Your heart skipped a beat.
âYou like me?
Azriel nodded, his gaze unwaveringâ something soft, almost sacred. âI do.â
A rush of warmth spread through you at his confession. You took a moment to let the words sink in. Your grin widened. âI knew it.â
Azriel shook his head, a smile of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. âI wasnât really trying to hide it.â
Your grin widened even more and you met his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. His thumb continued its gentle rhythm on your hand. âDo you feel the same way?â he asked.Â
âI wasnât really trying to hide it,â you admitted, mirroring his previous words with a soft smile.
Azrielâs expression seemed to soften further, his eyes reflecting a warm sense of longing. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips.Â
Slowly, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. His hand cupped your cheek delicately, his touch sending a shiver down your body. You took a deep breath, feeling his scarred fingers run alongside your cheek. He met your eyes again, his gaze heavy, seeking somethingâ permission.Â
âCan I kiss you now?âÂ
Words eluded you for a moment as you met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. You simply nodded, breath catching in your throat as you whispered, âPlease.â
For another fleeting moment, his hand cradled your face delicately, thumb brushing over your cheekbone with a tenderness that made your heart ache. And then he closed the remaining distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was sweet and fervent.
It was shy at firstâ a hesitant, tentative meeting of lips that conveyed unspoken feelings that had never been fully addressed until now. You welcomed the warmth of his lips against yours, the sweetness of the moment overwhelming your senses. You pressed yourself further into his touch, fingers moving to tangle themselves in his hair as you pulled him closer.Â
Azriel let out a sound of content as the kiss deepened, his shadows wrapping around you both like a protective embrace. You felt their cool, feather touch around your body, felt as lone tendrils weaved through your hair.Â
When you finally pulled apart, breathless and smiling, Azriel rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed as he savored the closeness between you. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your cheek.Â
âIâm glad we cleared that up,â he murmured.
You let out a soft laugh.Â
âMe too.â
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Oh. That was when it clicked for Yor. She knew this: the hollow aching in your chest, the near permanent dread that made eating a chore, the way all your muscles seemed to perpetually be tensed. It was the fear of the impermanent, the vulnerable.
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(this is then and now chapter 8)
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Enemies to lovers is about someone who has significant reason to hurt you but⊠actively chooses not to: Itâs comforting.
The more it personally costs them to have you the more you know they want you: Itâs flattering.
They lower their defenses understanding that you could truly harm them yet they have faith in you: Itâs affirming.
Enemies pay attention to you in a way strangers, friends, and allies never do. Hyper aware of your motives, your skills, your every move for potential threats. But even with the intensive scrutiny we are judged worthy of their loyalty and vulnerability and love: Itâs absolving.
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Miss
Summary - Azriel missed you on his latest mission, and he shows you how much he has missed you
Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! This is a SMUT one piece, NO MINORS FROM HERE ON OUT!
A/N - I am no SMUT writer, apologies in advance!
You were right at the peak, beyond close to tipping over and having that euphoria of pleasure consume you once again for the fifth time that night. But then again, you were wishing not to let go just yet, this was the right amount of pleasure that was now wrapping around your bones and consuming you from the inside out. All thanks to the Illyrian Spymaster above you who was taking his sweet time fucking you. Â
This was his game: the game of Azriel the Shadowsinger of Night Court.
All you could breathe was Azriel, all you could feel was Azriel, and all you could ever experience was Azriel. There was no doubt that this was the best kind of drug that you could ever consume and need in your face life, even after 300 hundred years together as mates. Azriel snuck into your life, someone you never saw coming when you were introduced by Mor. There was no instant explosion of lust, nor was it bone dry and unfeeling. It felt like you were slipping into a warm bath, your muscles unwinding instantly and a sigh of relief on your lips as you two shook hands for the first time. Although you were friends at first, you both knew deep down that you were going to be connected in some way.
It only took a few years after meeting and building your friendship to feel the bond take place. From there on out, it was game over.
Azriel never stopped his hips, his toned muscles along his backside were working on overdrive as he was having over you while fucking you with such precision laced with intimacy and devotion, it was almost tooth aching. But this was how Azriel worked when you two were in the throws of pleasure, going in right for the kill at the very beginning and then taking his time later on. His patience in giving you pleasure could not be measured by any other, though you were not one to complain at all. If he could, he could keep you on edge for hours on end and still have the drive to make you come undone within seconds.
Azriel was good at this game, and you would let him win every time.
"Oh fuck, my love," He growled against your cheek as his hips were still rolling. Your legs were parted easily, sore for being spread for some time but now the feeling now a dull ache. Just feeling his toned muscles and body against your own was enough for you to forget your thighs that were shaking. His arms braced your head as your arms clung to his shoulders, feeling a bit of his wings as they were tucked against his back. He kissed your cheek a few times as you were holding on for dear life, hearing him murmur, "I don't think I can ever stop,"
"FuckâŠfuck don't stop," You moaned and pleaded as he gave a few hard thrusts, having your eyes roll back as his smile against your jaw was evident.
"I won't ever leave you that long ever again," He swore, engraining it in your skin as you bit your lower lip and moved one of your hands to run into his sweaty locks, "It was tooâŠ.fuckâŠtoo long away from you, from being able to touch you like thisâŠ"
As if on cue, he moved one of his hands from being near your head to rubbing your clit, having you moan loudly and curl into him as the pleasure was now heightened to the tenth degree. You were putty in his hands, and Azriel smirked from feeling you shake once his thumb rubbed your clit slowly and deliberately. Â
You both knew you needed this night together, Azriel being away for almost an entire month thanks to Rhysand and his need for Azriel and his Spymaster ability. Rhysand was on a tour of sorts to the other Courts, his own way of keeping peace with the other High Lords and going over the treaties that were signed. Rhsyand was more than willing to go on his own, not letting High Lady Feyre come nor their own Nyx. Feyre was running Night Court without him and Nyx was too young. If left him having both Cassian and Azriel come along with him, Cassian talking to other army commanders in other courts, and Azrile being a second pair of eyes and ears in those meetings.
You were left alone from your mate for that long month, keeping busy and helping your High Lady. But you weren't going to lie and say you didn't miss your mate, his company with you, your talks together, and most of all, the intimacy with him. There was no doubt you two had a healthy sex life, a very healthy one at that. The jokes from Rhysand and Cassian about Azriel and his high energy in bed were always evident when you and Azriel just got together, though you never let it affect you. Â
But you knew those rumors were true when you and Azriel first slept together. Â
"AzrielâŠAz please.." You mewled as his thumb was still rubbing your clit and his hips were still going at a constant cadence that was both filthy and yet touching at the same time. Azriel knew how to fuck and he fucked well, no matter how many times you two were together like this, he made your heart soar and your moans sound lethal. This night was no different, Azriel starting off the night instantly as you two made it back to your penthouse home in the city. Azriel left his hesitance at the door, perching you on the edge of the kitchen island as he sank to his knees and dived in between your legs within seconds. Shaking and moaning with no shame, you felt yourself cumming within two minutes of him licking into your pussy with just his tongue alone. Watching your orgasm and your shake on the counter drew more desire from him, his chin still glistening from your release as he then licked his own fingers to have a second round with you.
Another four minutes, you came from his fingers. Azriel was only warming up.
"Please what, my love?" He asked as he watched your eyes dilated and your lips parted in pleasure as he was still pounding into you slowly and with deep precision, "There is no way I can be done with you when you look and feel like this, beyond words," He lightly bit your jawline as you huffed and bit your lower lip, "I can't get enough of you, ever. Nothing else has ever come close in my love, and I don't want anything else,"
You moaned, both from his words and how on edge you were. He nuzzled into your cheek for a brief moment, breathing in your scent that was mixed with sex as he leaned back to be sitting on his legs. Seeing you sprawled on your satin sheets, a gift from Rhysand on your wedding day, blissed out in pleasure with your hair plastered to your neck and cheeks and your eyes wide in love, Azriel thought you were heavenly. His cock was still nestled deep inside of you, your pussy aching both in intense pleasure and lust as he drank in the sight of you. He wanted this picture for the rest of his days, Inca se he had to go away again and think of you deep in the night for him to have something to come back to.
This night alone was memorable, fucking you against the shower wall as the water went cold against his back, then taking you from behind on the bathroom floor moments after turning off the water in the shower. Which led to you two tangled on your bed, you riding him with a new core of desire in your belly. But this, being pinned under Azriel as he was relentlessly fucking you into the mattress, was beyond words and made you feel like you were floating out of your body.Â
Azriel was a pro at this.
"Cauldron, you're breathtaking," He hummed in lust as he was watching you while still perched over you, his cock rock hard inside your pussy as you lazily grinned. You were still on edge, but that ache was nothing new for you in how he would draw this out for as long as he could to make your orgasm mind-numbingly amazing. You reached up with one spare hand, Azriel then leaning down to have you cradle his face with your palm. But your fingers were near his lips, you tracing his Lowe lips to feel how plump they were and you moaned.
"Gods you're divine," You moaned as his hazel eyes drilled into your own. Without breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth to let two of your fingers slip into his mouth lustfully. His tongue along your digits, with the wicked grin on his face, was enough to make you scream as his hips were moving again. It was such a site, Azriel fucking you deeply and with new pent-up energy as he was sucking your fingers made you teeter on edge all over again. You were so close, the feeling there along your spine and under your eyes as you were now babbling at him, knowing it was a turn-on for him to hear you moan and whimper his name.
"Fuck meâŠplease fuck meâŠ.make me cumâŠ.make me cum. Now, Az. NowâŠ.I wanna cumâŠ" You were repeating it like a mantra as he was drilling his hips again and again. Nothing else was in your head, only the love you had for Azriel and how much he cherished you in his life. He placed you first in all his choices and decisions as a Spymaster, choosing the less threatening missions and fights just to keep himself safe to come home to him. How he loved you with both his words and his actions whenever he could. Azriel felt as if you two being mates was fate for him, meant to be, and nothing would change that for him in his mind. Not even the Cauldron itself would take you away from him. Â
And watching you orgasm, howling in pure pleasure and euphoria was enough for Azriel to also fall over the edge. He felt himself empty inside of you, the sense of love and relief all over his body as his wings shot out in the moment of him summing. The release, the new layer of love that was unleashed with the both of you, made Azriel almost float to the sky if he could. Â
He would choose you over anything, over anyone, in this lifetime or beyond. Â
Finally feeling boneless, he collapsed on top of you and held you close, still deep inside of you but not wishing to lose that connection anytime soon. Holding you close, he breathed you in as your fingers were tracing his arms with the tips of your fingers. Azriel held you like a jewel, delicately and with possession at the same time, while his lips were pecking along your neck and shoulder. No matter how many times you two would fuck, there was still the foundation of you two loving each other.
Loving each other through the highs of your life and the lows. Through the tragedies and the joy. Azriel loved you with everything in him, you grinning against his head as you finally found your voice.
"If you intended on giving me the best sleep, then you have done well, my love," You said against his forehead. Ariel laughed, the vibration of his laughter was against your neck as he held you a pinch tighter.
"You bring this side of me out in the best way," He cooed, then moved his head up to be eye to eye with you as your gaze on him lingered with affection. He paused, looking you over and feeling the sensation of peace between the two of you. Even in the tossed sheets and deep in the night, you both were back to the solid foundation of your love together.
"I've missed you so," He whispered to you, making your heart flutter as he nuzzled your nose with his.
"Not as much as I missed you," You hummed back, ruffling his hair as he leaned in to kiss you. Â
The End
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Lose your temper
Summary: Only loses his temper for her.
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Being the daughter of the spymaster, it almost made Hazel seem like some sort of elite fae that some feared while others pitied. The people that feared her, Hazel could understand the place they were coming from. But it was the other group that befuddled Hazel.
Why would they pity her? Did they think her father was an abuser of some kind?
Of course, he towered over a lot of people, and his physique made him known as a ruthless warrior. And yeah, maybe he also did have the most spectacular reputation to go with it, but it did not warrant people thinking he bullied Hazel too.
Or maybe it did, but Hazel could not bring herself to understand that part.
Azriel had always been the most gentle, calm and loving parent anyone could ever ask for. He was the furthest thing from mean. Hazel had never seen him get angry or raise his voice.
And it made Hazel wonder. What would be the situation in which Azriel raised his voice?
Hazel knew the one person Azriel loved the most was Y/n. He could act all he wanted when he wanted to irk Y/n that Hazel came first for him, but Hazel knew that if it came to it, he would sacrifice the whole world, her and then himself to please his wife.
And so when she asked her father, his answer came as no surprise.
"Dad, will I ever see you lose your temper?"
He laughed, his eyes not leaving the vegetables he stirred in the pan for lunch. "Maybe if someone bullies your mother, you just might."
Hazel smiled, nodding. She turned to look outside the window that faced their porch, looking at all the people that passed. Their house was in one of the quietest areas of Velaris, and so only sparse groups of people lingered around, mostly kids and housewives.
As she continued pondering his answer, her eyes fell on her mother returning from the market nearby. Hazel grinned, beginning to turn to her father to tease him about it, but then she looked closer at Y/n.
She looked disturbed, brows furrowed and lips pursed.
"Dad?"
Azriel hummed, glancing at Hazel.
"Does mom look worried to you?"
Hazel heard him draw closer, peering over her shoulder. "Mom?"
"Yeah, look."
Hazel glanced at Azriel, watching as his brows drew together and his jaw hardened.
"A maleâs following her."
Hazel blinked, then turned to look. Sure enough, she saw a man come into view, jeering at Y/nâs back. Y/n was almost to the gate that opened into their lawn, and she kept glancing back at the man.
"Heâs dead if he doesnât leave."
Hazel would have smiled, but the seriousness in her fatherâs voice told her he wasnât jesting.
The two watched as Y/n tried to shut the gate behind her, but the manâs foot wedged inside as he smirked triumphantly at Y/n.
And the presence of Azriel was gone from behind Hazel.
The door opened, and Hazel turned in time to see Azriel practically fly out the door, Truthteller clutched in his hand.
Oh, someoneâs dying today.
"Back off!" Hazel hurried over to the door to peer out at the scene, eyes wide as her father called out.
The manâs face crumpled in fear, and he took a step back from Y/n, who turned to look at her husband. If Hazel had to be honest, it was quite funny watching one of the most feared males in all of prythian stand in front of his house with a red shirt and a stained apron on, threatening a male in broad daylight without a care.
"I swear to the mother if I see you ever again, you are going to be buried before you can even blink." Azriel growled, brandishing his dagger.
"For-forgive me, sir. I did not know she was yours-"
"And that should not matter. Donât let me catch you harassing another female again, or-"
But that man was gone.
Azriel turned to Y/n, smiling. "Are you alright?"
Y/n grinned at him. "I am."
Azriel effortlessly grabbed the bags from his wifeâs hands and shifted them to one of his, then wrapped the other one around her waist.
"Did he do something?"
Y/n shook her head, laughing. "You almost killed him before he could."
Azriel grinned, smug. "Glad to hear that."
He led his wife inside the house, casting a searching look outside before closing the door. Y/n shot Hazel an exasperated smile behind his back, making her giggle.
Hazel had always wished to have a love like her parents, but each day, she wondered if she would rather stay by herself.
Because there was no way there was someone out there who loved as Azriel loved Y/n.
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Pt 9
Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7, Pt 8
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Azriel meets his mate who is a no nonsense female and isnât dealing with the IC busy body bullshit. And azriel loves it cause he wants to be able to have something that is just his
He loves his brothers but they donât know how to butt out of things. But his mate puts her foot down and lays down the law.
I need someone to stand up for him and take care of him.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë summary â azrielâs mate does not take shit from anyone, not even the high lord.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë character â azriel (a court of thorns and roses)
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë content â fluff ; written with fem!reader in mind
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë notes â i loved the idea but i fear i didnât write my thoughts well enough so i might rewrite this completely and i changed the plot a bit so yeah !! thank you for requesting !! đ€
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âLove? Whereâd you go?â Your voice was soft and so was your touch as his eyes focused back on you. It was early in the morning and you were both still in bed, opting to spend your day lounging around to let him rest after his week-long mission with the Night Courtâs general in Windhaven.
âItâs Rhys.â He sighed and you knew immediately what he wanted, your eyebrows furrowing as you sucked in a breath. âHe needs my help with something regarding Autumn.â
âBut you just got home last night,â you said. âHave you talked to him?â
âYes, butââ
âDid he listen?â
âWellââ
That was all you needed to pull away from him and get off the bed, going straight into the bathroom.
âWait, Dove.â He quickly followed after you, gently grabbing your wrist and turning you to face him. âItâs alright. Itâs just a quick in and out. Itâs nothing I canât handle.â
âI know you can handle it, but just because you can doesnât mean you have to, especially not this soon,â you said firmly, giving him no room for arguments.
And that was how you found yourself barging into the High Lordâs study after knocking briefly with Azriel trailing after you quietly, causing both him and the High Lady to look up at you with confusion written all over their faces.
âGood morning, High Lord, High Lady,â you greeted politely, looking at them as you addressed them. âI heard about you wanting to send Azriel to deal with the Autumn Court, but if you arenât aware, he just got home last night.â
âWe are well aware.â
Azriel sucked in a breath at Rhysandâs response, his eyes widening as he shook his head at his brother as he attempted to get you to back off with a gentle touch of his hand and his shadows.
âThen why are you sending him to another mission so soon?â You crossed your arms, looking at Rhysand with an eyebrow raised. The corner of Feyreâs lips twitched into a smirk as she witnessed the scene before her.
âWellââ
However, you did not give him a chance to respond as you cut him off, âWell, you better find someone else to do it for him because he will be resting at home with no interruptions.â
âYou do remember that I am your High Lord, right?â
At this point, Azriel had given up completely and let you take the reins, while Feyre watched in amusement as you grilled his mate on his seat.
âAlright then, High Lord, find someone else to deal with your shit in Autumn and let my mate rest,â you said, your tone firm and stern as you practically glared at him, no room for any arguments.
Rhysand could only gape as his widened eyes flitted over to Azriel, then to you before quickly clearing his throat as he composed himself, âAlright.â He relented. âAzriel may take the whole week off and rest with you. Then, I get the Night Courtâs Shadowsinger back.â
âGood,â was the only thing you said before giving Feyre a polite nod, staring at Rhysand for a moment longer, and finally leaving the room, leaving the two of them alone with a smirking Azriel who looked proud (and aroused).
Azriel was not even surprised when his shadows left him and followed his mate out of Rhysandâs study.
âSorry, brother.â He shrugged. âWhat the missus says goes.â
âYeah, yeah.â Rhysand nodded with a grin, waving him off. âYou go home and rest, brother. Iâll see you in a week.â
Azriel grinned and bowed slightly in goodbye before moving to leave the room.
âWait,â Feyre spoke and Azriel immediately stopped and turned to face his High Lady. âPlease tell your mate Iâd love to introduce her to Nesta. I have a feeling theyâd get along well.â
âI will.â Azriel nodded.
âLeave, brother, the scent of your arousal is starting to flood the room.â
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âYou'll never know all the days i died for you.â
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AU in which the chancellor dies in a freak (probably Zillo-beast related) accident. Everyone is attending his funeral and really, the Jedi are trying really hard to mourn but itâs incredibly difficult to when the entirety of the coruscant guard is apparently throwing a mental and spiritual party so loud in the Force Dathomir can feel it.
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Requesting Azriel x easily anxious and agitated Valkyrie, who constantly zones out? Fluff/smut/angst, you pick(just donât break my marshmallow heart at the endđ)
"Little Valkyrie"
Azriel x F!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, Az is kind of an asshole, reader is a lil bit of an asshole back, language
Word Count: 2.9k
a/n: i would do anything to see az in a cowboy hat. i don't ride horses, but i'd ride him like one.
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The sound of the sword dropping onto the training room floor brought you back to the present. The clang of the steel hitting the ground echoed for a few moments, your breath coming in ragged pants as you tried to collect yourself.
Azriel groaned, his eyes rolling slightly as he looked at the dropped weapon. "That's the second time this has happened today," he said, dropping his own sword to his side. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
You flinched, your cheeks heating as the weight of your own failure crashed down on you. "I don't know," you whispered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. "I didn't sleep well last night. I guess I'm just tired."
"Tired" was definitely not the word to use, but it was the only excuse you could come up with. As a Valkyrie, you should be able to push through exhaustion, and Azriel knew that. You should be able to hold your sword high, no matter how sore or tired you are.
But you had never been like the other Valkyries. You were slower and slightly weaker, always full of anxiety about fighting or training. You could hold your own, of course, but it required more effort on your part. You had spent hours and hours in this very training ring, going through countless exercises to become a part of their ranks.
Now that you thought about it, you honestly didn't know why you had been so insistent on becoming one. You were happier when your nose was buried in a book than when you had a dagger in your hand. You were a dreamer. Your mind was always filled with imaginary scenarios that had absolutely nothing to do with fighting.
You would never admit how often you zoned out to anyone, especially not Azriel. Just earlier, he had been walking you through different sword techniques, his deep voice full of careful instruction as he showed you.
The only problem was, you didn't remember any of it. You had been too busy imagining what Azriel would look like wearing a silly hat, like a cowboy hat. It had taken all of your self-control to keep from giggling at the thought of such a broody male wearing something so ridiculous.
Yes, the zoning out was a massive problem, but you couldn't help it. It was how you dealt with your anxiety since childhood, and unfortunately for you and everyone else around, that little habit had continued on into adulthood.
Plus, it was the only way to ease your frazzled nerves around him. You weren't scared of him, like so many others, but your nervousness had other roots.
He was so beautiful, all tall, dark, and handsome. Your skin tingled every time he touched you to adjust your hold on a weapon. You felt your breath catch in your throat when he looked at you with those beautiful eyes.
You were so pathetic, pining after a male like Azriel, who was so unemotionally available it bordered on hilarious.
"Hello?" Azriel's annoyed voice brought you out of your thoughts. Damn it. You had done it again. "If you aren't going to pay attention to me, I'm not going to waste any more of my time. I have other things to do."
You watched in silence as Azriel walked over to the weapon storage area, and you felt anger boil inside of your veins as you watched him meticulously shed his weapons.
That was the downside to all of this- when you zone out, and others notice, you always get so agitated that you lose control of the words that come out of your mouth.
"What? You can't miss another appointment with those shadows of yours to do nothing but brood?" you snapped, your hands on your hips as you pinned him to the spot with your eyes.
Azriel turned on his heels, hazel eyes blazing with fury. "I would rather spend my time brooding than with a wanna-be Valkyrie who can't even focus."
The harshness of his words hung in the air, cutting through your heart like a knife. You had always been fond of Azriel, and recently you had even started to develop a small crush on him. But just like that, your hopes of anything more than a forced friendship with him were deflated like a popped balloon.
"I'm- I'm sorry," you stammered, unable to fight the tears that now spilled down your cheeks. "I think I should go now. I'll find someone else to train me."
You didn't bother looking back at him as you rushed from the training ring, your tears falling freely now. As you ran into the House, you ignored the faint feeling of a tickle on your skin, as if one of his shadows was begging you to stay.
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"Why are you wound so tight, brother?" Cassian teased, his sword clashing against Azriel's with easy precision. Az felt the clang of metal on metal ring through his forearms, a welcome pain to distract him from his frazzled thoughts.
"Nothing," Azriel grumbled as he readjusted his fighting stance. He and Cassian had been going at it for hours now, the sounds of their labored breathing mixing with the clashing of their swords.
Azriel could deny it all he wanted, but there was a good reason as to why he was so on edge. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the look of pain on your face after he had insulted you. The tears that had poured from your beautiful eyes had cut through him, as if someone had been stabbing him repeatedly with Truth-Teller.
He had wanted to run after you, to do or say whatever was required to get you to smile at him again. He would beg on his knees to hear your laughter once more, but now he had gone off and ruined it.
Azriel was scum.
Cassian barely side-stepped Azriel's next strike, his wings snapping behind him as the blade came dangerously close to cutting them. "Mother's tits, Az," Cassian hissed. "If you wanted to play dirty, all you had to do was tell me."
Cassian was already crouching down, a position that he only used on the battlefield when he was preparing to face off with an enemy. But Azriel held up his hands, dropping the sword onto the ground. He tried not to think of how he had chastised you for doing the same thing.
"I yield," he murmured, his shadows wrapping around his wings and shoulders, preparing to winnow him away if he so wished it.
Cass stood, his eyes blinking rapidly. "You? Yielding?" He chuckled lowly. He looked over to the Illyrian mountains in the distance, his gaze scanning along the frozen peaks. "Yep. Illyria appears to still be frozen, so the world isn't ending. What the fuck is up with you?"
Azriel glowered at his brother. "Nothing, Cassian. Just tired." He really didn't want to explain this whole situation, and especially not to someone as nosy as Cassian.
"Yeah. Nothing. Okay," Cassian murmured, padding over to the water station at the corner of the ring.
Azriel silently followed, his mind wandering to you. He prayed you would forgive him for his stupidity. You were still new to training, even though you had proven time and time again that you belonged here. You fought as good as anyone else, sometimes even rivaling Nesta in your hand-to-hand combat skills.
I would rather spend my time brooding than with a wanna-be Valkyrie who can't even focus.
The memory of his words caused him to flinch, which didn't go unnoticed by Cassian. He slammed down his water glass, the liquid sloshing onto the ground. "Alright," he snapped. "Cut the shit. Something is going on, and you aren't leaving this training ring until you tell me what it is."
Azriel's shadows were already swarming him, their soft whispers filling his ears as the started to take him away-
"And if you think those shadows can hide you from me, think again." Cassian's gaze softened for a moment, his hand coming to rest on Az's shoulder. "Tell me, brother. What's troubling you?"
Az blew out a breath, knowing that Cass wouldn't let it rest. "It's the new Valkyrie," he murmured, his arms folding around himself. "I was training her earlier, and I said some things I shouldn't have."
That was the understatement of the year, but Azriel kept the details of what he said to himself.
Cassian raised his brows as he leaned against the wall. "Ah. I see," he said, a grin forming on his face. "The one who can't seem to keep her wits about her when she's around you?"
Az blinked. "What do you mean?" Of course, he had noticed your tendency to zone out quite literally in the middle of training. He had watched in silent horror as that glazed-over look had formed in your eyes while Gwyn was holding a dagger next to your throat, the blade so close that it had nicked your skin.
He couldn't believe how someone could lack so much self-awareness, especially someone as kind and beautiful as you.
Wait. Kind and beautiful? Where had those thoughts come from? Azriel pondered that for a moment, slowly coming to the realization that perhaps his anger at your lack of focus had nothing to do with him wasting his time training someone who didn't care.
Maybe, just maybe, it was more than that. But he was too afraid to confront that right now.
Cassian clapped him on the shoulder. "For a spymaster, you seem to lack basic observation skills," he said with a chuckle. "I'll be sure to let Rhys know that you're losing your touch."
If Azriel had hackles, they would be raised right now.
"Hey," Cassian murmured, his voice soft. "I didn't mean to piss you off. You should apologize to her if what you said was that bad. She seems like a nice female, so I'm sure that she can find it in her heart to forgive you."
Azriel crossed his arms. He had never been good with apologies, so the thought of this was his own form of torture.
"Besides," Cassian continued on, draining the rest of his water, "maybe she'll just zone out and not pay attention to anything you say."
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The stars were bright in the night sky, providing the only source of illumination in the otherwise dark training ring.
You fought to keep your breathing steady as you pummeled the punching back, your knuckles barking in protest as you put all of your strength behind each strike.
One, two. One, two. One, two.
You spoke through the movements in your mind like a mantra, your thoughts more focused than usual. You didn't have a problem with zoning out when you were alone, so you had decided that it was best to train like this.
Did the others think you were just a wanna-be Valkyrie? Did they think that you didn't care about being here?
Your punches became harder, more and more force behind them as your anger bubbled to the surface, your vision going red with rage-
"You're bending your wrist." The deep male voice echoed through the training ring, soft in nature but still carrying that condescending tone that had been haunting your waking thoughts for the last two days.
You did nothing to adjust yourself, proceeding to hit the bag the same way you had been all night. You chose to ignore the pain that had started to form in your wrist, just like you were going to ignore the male who had ruined your peaceful rage-punching.
Azriel sighed. "If you keep doing that, you're going to break something." His footsteps grew closer until they were right behind you. "Will you let me show you?"
You turned to face him then, not bothering to hide the rage plastered onto your features. "What? Finally decided that you wanted to help the poor, wanna-be Valkyrie? I am honored to be graced with the presence of such a powerful, siphoned-out warrior."
Azriel flinched, his wings twitching, his shadows swirling. "I did not mean to cause any offense," he whispered. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
You huffed. "Like you give a fuck. It would probably make you very happy to see me get my ass handed to me. You probably don't even want me here, so I'll just leave."
You turned, but Azriel's scarred hand stopped you. This close, you could smell his lovely scent of night-chilled mist and cedar, and you fought the urge to close your eyes and lean into it. He was so warm and strong, and you cursed the desire coursing through your veins.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft. "For what I said at training. I don't think you're a wanna-be Valkyrie. You are a Valkyrie. You've proven that a hundred times over."
You stared at him, mouth wide open. You had never heard him say so many words together, much less say more than one sentence at a time. In fact, the only time he really ever spoke to you was when he was offering words of instruction.
"I don't expect you to forgive me," Azriel continued on, his head dropping slightly. "Not right now, at least. I just wanted you to know that I didn't mean anything I said."
"Why did you say them, then?" you asked through gritted teeth. "Have you never heard of the saying 'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'?"
Despite everything, a grin formed on his full lips. "I've never heard of that before," he admitted, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks, still bright against his tan skin. "Perhaps I should put it into practice."
You rolled your eyes. "You still didn't answer my question."
"I said it because-" he broke off, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "I said it because I was afraid. Afraid of how often you zone out in the middle of training, of how you completely lose focus when your life is on the line." He took a step forward, so close now that you could feel his warmth radiating toward you.
"Do you know the horrible things that could happen to you if you zone out like that in battle?" His voice was low as he spoke, so low that you wondered if you could suddenly hear his shadows now. "Do you understand what that would do to me? Knowing that I have trained you as well as I could, but you didn't make it because you started daydreaming?"
Your heart stuttered inside your chest as he spoke, your eyes scanning across his face. You hadn't realized how obvious your zoning out had been, always hoping that nobody had noticed.
You had been so fucking wrong.
"Why do you do it?" he demanded, though his voice was still heartbreakingly soft. There was a sheen in his eyes as he spoke, and your chest tightened at the blatant display of emotions on his usual guarded face. "Why can't you focus, little Valkyrie?"
Little Valkyrie. The nicknamed warmed your heart, sending heat through your chilled bones.
You didn't want to admit the truth to him, but how could you deny it when he was standing before you, pleading with you?
"I zone out because of you," you said quietly, praying to the Mother that, for once, his Fae hearing would fail.
Azriel blinked, a choked laugh escaping him. "Because of me?" he asked, placing his scarred hands on his chest. "How do I make you nervous? Do I make you afraid? Fuck, I never meant to scare you-"
"Azriel." Your voice cut through his babbling like a knife. "You don't scare me. Quite the opposite actually." You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, looking to the ground as you spoke. "I get nervous around you because I like you. I get nervous because one of the strongest Illyrian warriors is training me, and I feel so small in comparison. It doesn't help that you're kind and funny when you're not insulting me."
Azriel stared at you in disbelief, his hazel eyes full of something like surprise and... awe. "You like me?" he asked, a boyish smile gracing his face. It looked so ridiculous on him, this dark warrior, but you decided you would do whatever you could to keep seeing it.
"I do," you responded with a nod. "I have for a while."
Azriel furrowed his brows, his shadows reaching out to play with a strand of your hair. "And you thought zoning out in the middle of our training would make me like you back?"
"It got your attention, didn't it?" you said.
"It worked," he responded, that stupid smile still on his face.
You let out a breath, relief washing through you. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I know it can have devastating consequences, and I would never zone out in the middle of a real battle."
Azriel chuckled. "Unless I'm there, apparently."
There was the arrogant asshole that you knew and loved.
You slapped playfully on the shoulder. "Train with me tonight," you said, nodding your head over to the swords hanging on the wall. "Let me show you how badly I can kick your ass when I don't zone out."
You knew you would never be able to accomplish such a feat, especially not with him. But you liked this side of him. The one that you could tease and taunt.
Az grabbed a sword and threw it to you. You caught it with one hand, raising it up as he grabbed a matching one. He stood before you, his wings tucked in, his legs braced apart.
He raised a finger, curling it slightly in the air. "Let's see what you've got, little Valkyrie."
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Fathoms Below...
For: @pointy-spiral for that amazing artwork of their Subnautica AU
âThe ocean is but a cruel mistress. For you cannot tame something that is meant to be free.â
You remember those words from your captain as you and them talked about the salt waters back home a few days before the untimely deaths of the crew and the ship. You were the lone survivor, managing to escape to a pod and eject yourself towards that watery planet below. The only hope for you to survive this new environment was to scavenge for anything that could take you back home. That was truly the only thing driving you to plunge into the watery depths. As you explored one of the wrecks from the safety of the sea moth, you saw something out of the corner of your eye.
You ignore it, thinking it's one of the wild life following you around again, until you hear a low cry that echoes in the water and brings a shiver down your spine. Jerking the submersible around, you try to make sense of what you heard as you pinpoint what it was. Your body tenses up as you faintly spot it, not one but two large bodies swimming towards you from out of the muted colors in the distance. You instantly hit flight mode and spur the sea moth to head towards your base.
You don't dare look back, fearing you would meet your death if you do. You yelp and jerk the machine upwards as suddenly one of the monsters appears in front of you. You don't make it far as the sea moth gets grabbed and you hear a voice laughing, before the submersible explodes, leaving you out in the open. You brace for the worse, expecting to be immediately eaten, only to pause and something pokes you. Timidly, you open an eye and swallow down a scream as you're met face to face with a Reaper Leviathan.Â
A glowing golden eye and dull olive stare at you, the hooked appendices twitching as it regards you almost curiously. Its body was very large and long, its colors white and teal to blend in with the water surrounding it. Its hair was also teal with a dark forelock on its left side.
While you're focused on the one in front of you, you yelp as you're suddenly pulled backwards into the other Leviathans grip. You turn to see the other creature, its body a twin of the one you were looking at a few seconds earlier, except the forelock was on the right. It manhandles you, turning you this way and that as it presses its claw deep into the stomach of your suit, before the left one lets out a deep sound. The right one rolls its eyes and lets out the same deep sound.
It tosses you away, causing you to spin around in the water, as it crosses its arms. The left one grabs you before you could hit one of the wreckages nearby and sounds to be repremending the right one. It pushes you towards the surface before swimming away with its twin. You watch them both depart, their bodies disappearing into the muted sea from whence they came.
You dub the left one âJadeâ and the right one âFloydâ, you also pray you don't run into either of them again. Oh, how wrong you'd be in your upcoming days of being on this dreadful planet.
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Winner
Pairing: Reader x Azriel
Summary: You and Azriel are both sore losers. But when you cheat in a game of cards, winning takes on a whole new meaning.
Warnings: alcohol mention, two competitive losers, a card game, a makeout, some wandering hands & fluff!!
Word Count: 4.6k
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Cassian threw his hands up in defeat, letting out a deep groan as he fell back further into the couchâ wings sprawled out, spine slumped. He turned his head to Mor.
âLooks like Az and Y/N beat us again.â
She only groaned in response, rubbing her face with her hands before running them through her hairâ taking a moment to smooth it down and tuck a few loose locks behind her pointed ears.Â
 âYou guys are relentless,â she said in disbelief, âIâm out. You two can have the winner's title.â
You and Azriel exchanged a lookâ a quick, almost instinctual, response.Â
âNo way.â You shook your head with a frown. âWe canât both be winners.â
From beside you, Azriel nodded. The movement was eager in agreement, but the alcohol in his body caused his motions to be slower than usual, sluggish, and Mor raised her eyebrow in response.Â
âOne more game,â he said, eyes tracking between both Mor and Cassian. âJust to settle this properly.â
But Mor only raised her hands in surrender. âDear gods, no,â she responded, âIâm way too drunk for this.âÂ
You let out a small sound of disapproval but Morrigan ignored it, turning to give Cassian one last look of retreat before she stood upâ unsteadily and disoriented. âGood luck with your showdown. Iâm going to bed.â
Azriel gave her a scowl, a look that she matched with another brow raise. With no verbal response given, she turned to offer Cassian an outstretched hand. âYou smell like a bar. Itâs bedtime for you too, I would say.â
Cassian stilled, staring at her extended hand in a moment of contemplation. His eyes darted towards where you sat next to Azrielâmeeting your gaze momentarily before jumping back to Azriel. His lips pursed, eyes narrowing for a second before he seemed to draw a conclusion and his face relaxed.Â
âYup,â he said with a decisive clap of his hands on his thighs. He pushed himself up and grabbed Mor's hand. "I'm outta here. I still have a fun buzz and Az's seriousness is going to kill it."
You let out a small sigh, lips falling into a frown as Cassian met your gaze once more. "Come on, Cass, just going to give up like that?"
He gave you an apologetic shrug. "Sorry, Y/N. You two can fight amongst yourselves.â
âShe can't,â Azriel began as he turned to look at you. Something sparkled in his hazel eyes and the corners of his lips twitched into the ghost of a smirk. âThe only reason she plays so great is because you two make her look better with how awful you are at this game.â
Your mouth fell open and an offended scoff left your mouth. You smacked his bicep. "That is not true."
Mor chimed in, "Yeahâwe aren't that bad."
It was Cassian who responded with a raised eyebrow at her. She scowled at the gesture.Â
âWhatever,â she muttered, waving him off with a casual hand as she began walking away. âItâs bedtime."
âNight.â Cassian gave you and Azriel a lazy salute as he stumbled towards the exit. âMay the best competitor win.â
You both watched as they left the room, emitting subtle groans as the weight of their drinks began to manifest in their bodies. When their figures disappeared from view, you and Azriel brought your gazes to one another at the same moment, eyes narrowing in on the other. The room quieted around you.Â
âI know I can win,â you said, straightening yourself, âIâll show you.â
Azriel stared at you for a moment, eyes darting around your face before holding your gaze again. A smile grew on his faceâ confident and slightly lopsided, and his shadows swirled slightly around him in response. âAlright. Letâs keep going.â
You hummed as you cleared the table from the previous game, grabbing a deck of cards and setting the scene for Speedâ the perfect game for a winners victory. It required quick reflexes and sharp focus.Â
You threw a glance at Azriel, whose eyes were already on you. This felt like a routine.Â
Azriel was extremely competitive. He made everything a competition, whether it needed to be or not. Who could get somewhere the fastest, who could get Cassian to say a specific phrase first. And out of everyone, you were the one able to match that energy the most.Â
You knew you were competitive. It wasn't something you tried to hideânot that you could. And when you were around Az, it tended to come out the most. But on nights like these, drinking and playing card games, it seemed to come out even more, like a monster at night feeling the strength of the full moon. Except the monster was your inability to accept defeat and the moon, in this case, was the glass of wine you had downed alongside Mor.
Your eyes shot to the empty glass of whisky Azriel had nursed before smirking at him.
âReady?âÂ
Azriel's expression turned serious and he nodded slightly, the movement tousling a loose strand of hair on his forehead. You found yourself momentarily distracted by it before quickly snapping your attention back to his intense gaze.
"You sure youâre up for this?" he teased, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "Last time, I seem to recall you complaining about my unfair advantage."
You rolled your eyes. "Unfair advantage, my ass. Just because you have shadows whispering in your ear doesnât mean youâre unbeatable."
Azriel chuckled and his eyes gleamed with the sound, something bright and warm, golden like honey. "We'll see about that."
With a final shuffle, you placed the deck between you. "Iâll start.â
You began the game, cards flying between you as you tried to outpace each other. Your fingers moved swiftly, eyes darting between the cards and Azrielâs focused face.Â
"Is that all you've got?" you teased, slapping down a card.
Azriel gave a low, deep chuckle. "Just getting started."
You matched each of his moves with your own, feeling your competitive fire burning bright within you, a simmering, insatiable adrenaline that made your heart beat faster. The sound of cards slapping against the table echoed through the room, mingling with your rapid breaths and the occasional muttered curse. You bit your lip, tightening the hold on your card.
"Youâre slowing down," Azriel taunted in a melodic, light tone. You could hear the grin in his voice and you resisted the urge to look over at him.Â
"Wrong," you shot back, eyes darting to the next card. âIâm just giving you a chance to catch up.âÂ
He snorted beside you, a sound so casual and childish that you bit back a laugh at it. He scooted closer to the table, moving forward to place another card, his arm brushing against yours in the process.Â
It only took that one movement for you to become acutely aware of the closeness between you, of the heat of his body radiating into yours. Each time he grabbed or placed a card, the sensation built, sending a nervous flutter through youâ a flutter too strong to be attributed to the alcohol alone. His shadows brushed against your skin and you bit back a shiver.Â
You tried to ignore it, focusing on the game, but his scentâdark and intoxicatingâkept pulling you back in, his body continuing to brush against yoursâhis knee, his armâeach touch subtle yet electrifying as he drew his hand back.
You briefly considered moving away to regain your composure, but the thought of disrupting your flow and losing concentration on the game held you in place. Then Azriel moved again, placing another card down, and you found yourself fixating on his fingers more than the card itself. The card faded into a white blur against the dark wood table as you stared at the ridges of his scarred hands, his slender fingers, his tan skinâ they were attractive. Real attractive.
Azriel was attractive. This was a fact. And if you were being honest to yourself, you always harbored a crush on himâ- though, you'd never acted on it, even if there were times where you could've sworn he felt something for you, too. You were good friends, great friends. You never dared to think about it too much. There was no use in entertaining unrealistic ideas.Â
But Azriel looked even more attractive nowâlaid back, hair tousled, cheeks tinged with an alcohol flush, shadows stilled, and determination set in his grin.
You blinked.
"What the hell am I doing?" you muttered under your breath.
Az turned to you. "What?"Â
"Huh?" you responded, feigning innocence, but Azriel narrowed his eyes, scanning your face intently.
"What did you say?"Â
"Nothing," you replied quickly, trying to regain your composure. Azrielâs gaze steadied on yours, probing and assuming.
"You seem distracted."
âMe? No. I don't get distracted," you asserted, straightening yourself and sizing him up. Azriel raised a brow, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"No?"
"No.â
He leaned back slightly, his smirk widening.
"Then why are you losing?" he asked casually.
Your eyes widened as you snapped your head to the table, a movement so swift and abrupt that a dull ache pulled at the base of your neck. Sure enough, you were losing. Az was one cardâ two if you were luckyâ away from a clean victory. You ran your tongue along your teeth, forcing a smile as you tossed a glance back at him.Â
"It's part of the plan.â
"Right,â Azriel quipped, the amusement seeping through his dimpled grin. âThe plan to lose?â
That competitive fire flared within you. Damned him and that smileâ that arrogant, smug smile. You couldn't let him win so easily, couldn't let him win at all. You rolled your eyes.Â
"Are we gabbing like old ladies or are we playing?"Â
He raised a brow but pulled himself even further to you. âNeither,â he murmured, âIâm winning.â
You gave him a mocking smile as he placed his next card, falling into another quick-paced round. You were bound to loseâ a reality that had begun to manifest right before your eyes, solidifying with every card Azriel placed down.Â
You needed to see his cards to strategize, to figure out your next move. But Azriel was laser-focused, his determination etched into his features like details in a finely crafted statue. Each time he brushed against you, a subtle heat ran through your skin. You stilled, shifting your gaze to his face.Â
"Oh, Az, wait," you murmured softly. He glanced at you, brows furrowing in slight confusion as you leaned closer to him. Bringing your lip between your teeth, you bit down on it lightly to contain your growing smirk, voice softening as you continued, "You have something."
Azriel frowned and you seized your opportunity, bringing your hands to his face and lightly brushing the corner of his mouth with your thumb. It was a feigned gesture, as if you were wiping away a crumb or a smear of chocolate from the pastries you all had enjoyed earlier that evening.Â
There was nothing there, of course, but it served your purpose well.
You made sure to let your thumb linger there for a moment, to brush the pad of your finger against his lips as you pulled back. You held his gazeâ a burning, deep hazel. His eyes danced across your face and you watched as he swallowed hard. A satisfied grin tugged at the corners of your lips but you fought it away, letting your hand fall down.Â
You stole a quick glance at his cards before you leaned back, casually examining your own cards as you pretended to ponder your next move. He remained still beside you and you ignored the flutter in your ribcage, the strange, trickling sense of excitement that filled your gut.Â
You placed your final card down on the table, the sharp snap of it breaking the momentary silence. Azriel snapped out of his reverie and looked down at the cards, then up at you. You leaned into him once more, a playful grin now tugging at your lipsâ smug and confident. "Speed," you declared confidently.
He blinked and shook his head slightly as he leaned in further to the table, examining the cards laid out before him.Â
"Looks like I win.â
He dropped his cards onto the table and his gaze shot up to meet yours.
"You cheated.âÂ
You leaned back slightly, a mock hurt expression crossing your features. "I did not.â
Pointing an accusatory finger in your face, Azriel's voice grew firmer. "You're a cheater."Â
You swatted his finger away, feeling the brush of his shadows swirling around it. "Get your finger out of my face.â
Azriel looked down, seemingly addressing his shadows in a murmured aside, before his gaze returned to yours.Â
"It's not my fault you were so distracted," you teased, goading him with a sly glance.
"You distracted me!"Â
Casting a nonchalant glance to the side, you shrugged casually. "I don't know what you're talking about," you replied, leaning back into the couch with a playful grin. "You're just mad I won."
"No, you didn't win," Azriel insisted, his jaw tightening in determination. âBecause you're a cheater.â
Waving him off dismissively, you rolled your eyes. "There's that word again. Blaming me because you were distracted is such a sore loser move, dude."Â
âDude.â Azriel scoffed. "You'd be pissed if I did the same thing.â
You innocently shrugged again. "I don't know what you're talking about. I would never get so distracted.â
He raised a brow and a sense of challenge flickered across his face. âNo?â
You shook your head. âNope.â
It was a flat, bolstering lie. You knew it well. A simple brush against you had you so distracted that you nearly lost. And gods, does he look good like this, flustered, focused entirely on you. His furrowed brow, the intensity in his eyesâit was all so alluring. Some being, some butterfly must be trapped in your chest because the fluttering deep within your ribs intensified.Â
Azriel didnât move, his eyes scanning you in a manner that made you itchâ made you feel naked and completely bare before him.Â
"Donât move," Azriel said, his voice low and teasing. You felt it against your skin like it was something tangible. "I think you... you have something here."
He leaned in closer, bringing his hand to your face, fingers poised to wipe the corner of your mouth just as you had done to him earlier. The movement was slow, sensual almost, and your heart nearly stopped when his eyes moved from your lips to your eyes.Â
You held your breath and the corners of Azrielâs lips twitched.Â
"Oh, nevermind," he murmured, withdrawing his hand. "Guess I'm seeing things."
You traced the path of that lip twitch, watching as it grew into a subtle, sly grin. The game had shifted now and Azriel seemed to think he was in the leadâ seemed content in his victory.Â
Absolutely not.
You let out a small hum.Â
âAw, Az,â you said, softening your face at him. You brought a hand to his bicepâ he was dressed casually tonight, a simple black, short-sleeved shirt adorning his frame. His eyes widened slightly at your boldness but he didn't pull away. You placed your palm on his exposed skin, tracing a light, delicate path up his arm. âAlways so thoughtful.â
He tensed underneath your touch, and his shadows curled over his shoulders, still and curious, peering down at the motion. Goosebumps ran along his skin and you felt him shudder underneath you, an almost imperceptible reaction.Â
When you met his gaze again, Azrielâs eyes were molten. A muscle feathered in his cheek.
You gave into your urge, delicately brushing a small strand of hair away from his forehead and tucking it back into place. In truth, it felt like an excuse to touch him, to feel the softness of his hair beneath your fingertips. You heard a quiet, sharp intake of breath as his shadows moved slowly around his shoulders, watching your every move just as precisely as he did.Â
âWell,â he said, and the sound came out as a croak. He cleared his throat as he brought his hand up to yours, wrapping it around your wrist as he lowered your hand with his own. âIâm thoughtful when it comes to you.â
His words didnât feel like they were said only to get under your skin, nor did they seem like words chosen merely to rile you upâthey felt like a confession. You fought to balance your reaction as you felt yourself being pulled in three different directions.
His words made you melt in a strange, almost pathetic way. They felt tender, caring, and you thought about how true they actually were, how much Azriel cared for you, and how often he made that care known. It was one of the reasons you liked him as much as you did, why it was so easy and comfortable being around him, why you felt so emboldened to distract him, to play with him, in such a manner that you did.
But then there was another emotion, a spitfire of competition that felt as if he had exposed a very vulnerable, very delicate nerve. That he was winning this game, that you were so openly affected by simple words and his hand around your wrist.
And finally, there was something else, something as strong as those flutters, something warm and hot that filled you with an urge to run your fingers through his hair, to pull him against you and feel those hands somewhere else.Â
You scanned his face, watching as his expression seemed to soften a bit, as a crease formed between his brows. He was thinking tooâdeeply, intently, thoroughly thinking. It was almost the same look he wore in every game when he was strategizing, but this felt more intimate, more charged. You tried to reel yourself in, tried to throw every thought away and pull your mind together, fix your scent, your posture.
But then his eyes dropped to your lips.
Your heartbeat quickened and something fluttered in your chest, deep within your ribsâ that damned caught, trapped butterfly moving in a frenzy. Your eyes dropped down to Azrielâs lips, and when you met his eyes again, he mirrored your actions. You took in the dark, thick lashes that adorned his eyesâlashes that you were able to see so clearly as he looked down towards you, towards your mouth.
The next moment was a blur. You weren't sure who moved first, but suddenly his lips were on yours. They were warm and soft and swallowed you completelyâ mind and body.Â
His taste was intoxicating, a blend of the whiskey he had been drinking and something uniquely him. There had been small fantasies of Azriel that had creeped past your restraint over the yearsâ images and thoughts about his lips and how he mustve felt pressed against you, how he fucked the countless women youâd seen him with.
Even this simple, heated and frenzied kiss was better than your most detailed dreams.Â
You felt his hand slide up to cradle your face, his thumb gently tracing the curve of your cheek as he deepened the kiss. Your own hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you leaned into him.Â
This felt better than any win youâd ever experienced.
You needed to cheat more often.
You pulled away for a brief second, gasping for breath, but the separation was short-lived. His eyes, dark and filled with a desire that mirrored your own, locked onto yours before he captured your lips once more. This time, the kiss was hungrier, more urgent. Azriel's hand slipped to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilted your head slightly to deepen the kiss. His handsâ those large, rough, and beautiful handsâ roamed, one staying at your neck while the other slid down your back, drawing you even closer.
The world narrowed to just this momentâ to the way his lips moved against yours, the way his breath mingled with yours, the way his hands felt on your skin. His hands guided you, and before you realized it, you were laying down on the couch, Azriel hovering over you, his lips never leaving yours. His body pressed against yours and his shadows threaded through the strands of your hair, the silky, air-light touch of their movement contrasting with the warmth of his skinâ a heady mix that sent shivers down your spine.
He broke the kiss, lips trailing down your jawline, planting soft kisses along the way. You felt a deep, thrilling ache as he kissed the sensitive skin there and you tilted your head back, giving him better access as your hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your touch. You circled the base of his wings, admiring how they stretched out above you, and he shivered under the touch, leaving a small playful bite on your neck in response.
âFinally!"Â
A heat of panic ran down your skin and you pushed yourself uprightâ a movement so quick that it sent Azriel falling back onto his side of the loveseat. You caught a brief glimpse of himâdisheveled, lips swollen, breathing heavyâbefore your gaze snapped to the intruder.
Cassian stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.
"What?" you managed to gasp, your own breath coming in shallow pants.
âThis.â Cassian pointed a finger between you and Azriel. "Fucking finally."
You casted a glance at Azriel who stared at his brother with a single raised brow.Â
âHow long have you been standing out there, Cass?" He asked.
Cassian shrugged, still grinning. "Long enough.â
âA bit too long, actually,â Morâs voice rang out as she rounded the corner, now adorned in a comfortable sleep set. She settled into a stand next to Cassian, offering a small, sheepish smile. âI was starting to feel like a pervert.â
You cringed, a heat flushing your cheeks as you glanced over at Azriel, who met your gaze immediately. But he only sighed, running a hand through his hair as a lone shadow moved down the couch to wrap around your ankle. You ignored the skip of your heart.
"That's real weird, guys," you said.
Just a semblance of dignity is all you asked for.
Cassian waved it off. "Trust me, I've seen more than a handsy makeout with Az."
You grimaced, scrunching your face in distaste. Mor gave Cassian a pointed look. "Cassianâ"
He shrugged, unperturbed. "I gotta admit, though, I didn't think we could get you to go that far. I thought maybe a realizationâbut holy shit!"
Morâs eyes widened and she smacked his arm with the back of her hand. "Cassian!"
You threw a glance at Azriel but he didn't meet your gaze this time. Instead, he sat up straighter, his eyes narrowing at his brother. It was both unnerving and incredibly attractiveâoh gods, focus.
You sat up straighter. "What do you mean you could get us that far?"
Cassian gave an unsure smile before responding, "Oh, you know, just a friendly little push." He looked at Mor, who looked equally guilty but offered you a sheepish, dimpled smile.Â
"We were just trying to help you two along.â
Cassian pointed a thumb at her. "Her reasons are selfless, mine are selfish. I just couldn't deal anymore. It's like shoving two dolls together and making them kiss."Â
He brought his hands up, mimicking the motion of holding two dolls and repeatedly mashed them together while making loud, exaggerated kissing sounds. Mor watched him with an unamused, scrunched face.Â
You furrowed your brows and opened your mouth to talk, but Cassian cut you off, falling into a tipsy ramble.
 "I didn't anticipate how much we needed to drink, though. I thought I was going to get alcohol poisoning before you even touched."
Mor rolled her eyes. "Alright, that's a bit dramaticâ"
"It is not," Cassian interrupted, turning to her.
"We barelyâ"
âYou call that barely?â
"âWe had one bottleâ"
"-â A family-sizedâ"
You exchanged a glance with Azriel, eyebrows slightly raised, lips twitching with barely suppressed smiles. His eyes flickered with a mix of disbelief and mirth as Cassian and Mor continued their bickering. Leaning back, you extended your hand toward the shadow near your feet.Â
Azriel groaned. "Guysâ"Â
They kept talking.
"Guys!"Â
They finally stopped and turned to face him, the room plunging into an awkward silence. Azriel sighed deeply, then said, "Get out. Please."
Mor's eyes widened. "Right! Sorry," she said, giving you a sheepish smile. Cassian, however, turned to you with a grin.Â
"You're welcome," he said, and then turned to Azriel, winking. "You're extra welcome."
Mor scoffed, pushing Cassian out of the room. She turned around as she left, flashing you another smile and giving you two thumbs up. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, and your fingers tightened around the shadow on your hand.
When they disappeared from view, you exhaled deeply and turned towards Azriel. His gaze softened as he looked at you and the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile. The room felt quieter now, more intimate, and your heartbeat began to slowâ the fluttering in your chest giving way to a warm, steady pulse.
He let out a breath. âWell, that was..."Â
"Something," you finished for him.
You locked eyes for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the room.Â
"I love your laugh," Azriel murmured, his voice low and intimate.
You went breathless, the last note of your laughter leaving your tightened chest in a whisper.Â
"Yeah?"Â
A flutter filled your chest.Â
He nodded and your smile widened as he edged closer, his hand gently cupping your face once more, drawing you to him.Â
âThey interrupted us," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours.
You swallowed and your cheeks flushed subtly with a blush as you leaned further towards him.
"What a shame," you murmured back, your words a soft invitation.
"A shame indeed."Â
Without any further hesitation, his lips found yours again. The kiss was filled with an undeniable urgencyâa promise and longing that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. You melted into the sensation, every nerve ending electrified by the closeness, by the brush of his shadows against your skin.
He pulled away for a second, his breath warm against your lips.
"You were really good at that game, by the way."
You frowned. "I was losing. Badly."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he shook his head. "Not originally. I was."
His thumb circled gently along your cheek. "But who knew all it took was a couple of brushes against your arm to get ahead again."
Your eyes widened in shock and you let out a small gasp, pulling back further to observe his face in full. He met your gaze with a smug smirk, and despite yourself, a grin of impressed disbelief spread across your face. Â
"You dirty little cheat!" you exclaimed, half in playful protest, half in genuine admiration.
He shrugged nonchalantly, his touch still caressing your cheek. "I'd say it worked out."
âDoes this mean I winâ"Â
He cut you off softly, "Just let me kiss you."
Your protest melted away into a sigh of surrender as he closed the gap between you eagerly. You welcomed the warmth of his lips against yours, falling lax in his touch as he moved to hover you again. The world around you faded into insignificance.Â
You definitely won tonight.Â
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To Be Known | Azriel x Reader
Summary: Youâve always been afraid to confess to Azriel about your feelings for him, but after a hookup gone wrong, everything begins falling apart, and heâs there to pick up the pieces.
Word Count: ~ 2.4k
Warnings: Drunk ppl, drunk fem reader, allusions to smut, std mentions, bloodwork (doctors), guy being an ahole + taking advantage of drunk reader, scars, angst to comfort
A/N: this request was so good (ty to anon!!), I feel like az always pairs really good with angst to comfort, anyways hope you enjoy<3 (also sorry for lack of posts recently I just had a math+science test back to back and have spent the past few days studyingđ)
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Unlike the rest of your friend group, you werenât special.
You werenât a High Lord, Spymaster, General, High Lady, Seer, or any special title. You werenât funny like Mor, witty like Amren, or even talented in much like all of your friends were.
But then again, like your mother had said, opposites always attract.
Maybe that was why had always had a small crush on the Spymaster who was withdrawn and secretive, the opposite of your friendly personality. You could befriend just about anyone, knowing their name, age, and at least a few background details on them in a few minutes, while Azriel was the exact opposite, getting his information on people through other ways.
With his job and his centuries of experience for two different High Lords, it was a wonder he didnât already know about your crush on him. Maybe it was because, like everyone else, he was focused on the central characters in your friend group.
The three sisters and brothers. It was hard to overlook them, with all their achievements and accomplishments, not to mention the things theyâd overcome and their pasts.
Tonight you were all out at Ritaâs, Cassian telling awful jokes to Nesta as she rolled her eyes, playfully swatting him on the shoulder, Rhys and Feyre having a drinking competition, Azriel brooding somewhere in the corner, alone because of Elain visiting Autumn Court with Mor for âpolitical purposesâ even though everyone knew she wanted to see Lucien.
You were taking a sip of your drink, idly standing at the bar, elbows propped on the table as your eyes raked through the crowd, searching for someone who could offer a decent hookup. Drunk Fae stumbled about, laughing loudly with genuine joy that made your lips twitch up a bit, the music playing in the background also helping your mood as a cool breeze blew through the open area.
âLooking for someone?â
You choked on your drink, alcohol coming back up to sting your throat a second time before you swallowed it all backdown, one hand over your heart as you sighed in relief, looking at Azriel whoâd somehow approached without you knowing.
âMother above, Az, you scared the shit outta me.â
You replied, taking a few more breaths to calm down, turning to face him, back now against the bar table as the shadowsinger looked down at you, hair falling into his eyes in a boyish way that made you giggle as you tried to brush some behind his hair.
âSomeone needs a haircut,â
You teased, and a hint of a smile graced his lips.
âIâll make sure not to go to Mor this time.â
He said, grimacing for a moment at the memory of the awful haircut Mor had given him, insisting he needed it, only to butcher his beautiful dark locks. You could still remember how distraught heâd been after, looking like a puppy that had just been kicked.
âI could do it, my mom used to cut hair, taught me a thing or two,â
You offered with a little shrug, taking another sip of your drink, one youâd already refilled by now. Maybe twice. You couldnât remember, all you knew was that the hangover in the morning would be brutal.
A chuckle from Azriel made you rub your thighs together as he shook his head in fond exasperation. He swallowed, almost nervously, odd for him, before speaking.
âMaybe next time, though I wouldnât object if you-â
He was cut short by another male strolling up to you a tad bit too confidently, one arm going to the right of you on the bar table as his eyes met yours.
An old partner. Particularly a fuck-buddy.
The best solution for tonight, really, since Cauldron knows you werenât bold enough to push anything with Azriel. He was a friend, nothing more, or at least you tried to convince yourself. He still hadnât gotten over Elain, or you thought he hadnât yet, and you didnât want to risk ruining your friendship or making things awkward between the two of you because of your desires the the crush youâd kept secret for years.
Your fuck-buddyâs eyes met yours, and you swallowed, glancing at Azriel as he watched the silent interaction the two of you had before giving a terse nod and walking away. You wouldâve noticed how his eyes narrowed, or how he looked stiff if you hadnât taken a few too many sips between talking with those at Ritaâs tonight.
âWant to take this back to my place?â
The male drawled, arm sliding around your waist as he began guiding you to the exit around the side, where people could discreetly leave. Neither of you was beating around the bush, and you rarely did anyway. You both just needed a release, or at least you did.
âMm..sure.â
You murmured, body hot now, thinking about Azriel instead of the male leading you to his old home, wishing it was Azrielâs hands on you, wishing you knew what it felt like to know him more, deeper than just the tip of the iceberg youâd touched.
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Weeks had passed since that night, youâd woken up cold and alone in the maleâs bed, gotten up, and collected your clothes before walking your ass back to the townhouse while your head had felt like someone split it open.
You had vowed not to go drinking for a while now.
And things had gotten weird between you and Azriel Joe, too. He was avoiding you, and no matter how much he tried to deny it, you could tell.
When he heard your footsteps, he left the room almost immediately, hell, even his shadows were avoiding you, not following you like loyal dogs per usual, just one or two to make sure you were safe at all times like he did for every member of the Inner Circle. His jaw was clenched every time he was in a room with you, and he wouldnât look you in the eye, maybe couldnât.
You barely remembered what had happened that night other than a few blurry memories of conversations and whatnot; so you didnât know if youâd said something stupid and messed it up, or he thought you were a whore for going out with that other male and leaving him all alone.
The more you thought about it, the more you thought the latter was more likely.
It didnât help that just a few days later, amidst all your worries, youâd decided to take a little walk through Velaris to get some outside time and a serotonin boost, only for the exact opposite to happen when you were met with your previous fuck-buddy from that night weeks ago screaming in your face, yanking you down a small alleyway to properly yell at you.
âNasty bitch, gave me a disease! If youâre going to be a whore, at least keep your fucking viruses to yourself-!â
Horror shot through you at his words. You didnât have any sort of STD, not that you knew of at least, and if youâd spread the theoretical disease to himâŠHe might be an asshole, but no one deserves that.
Unsure what to do as tears welled in your eyes and fell, you began trying to ignore him as you turned and dashed out of the alleyway, the loose clothing you were wearing helping you to slightly outpace him through the streets, avoiding the children and Fae on them, not to mention the vendors and toys strewn about.
He pursued you, screaming still, and hot tears of embarrassment pouring down your cheeks as you began to sob, you didnât even realize youâd outrun him until you were already at the steps to the House of Wind, ascending them, not even bothering to count out the 10,000 steps in your head.
Somehow, through either pure anger or sadness, you reached the top right when your knees gave out, only for Nesta to catch you right before you fell, dressed in her training leathers, weapons strapped to her. Her forehead wrinkled in confusion and already-building anger as she saw you crying your eyes out.
âWhatâs wrong?â
She demanded, shifting to hold you up fully, carrying you bridal style as she started walking into the House, snapping her fingers once she got inside, and the House listened to her as always, making a warm cup of tea in your favorite flavor, and a comfort meal she knew you loved as she slowly sat you down at the table. The House mustâve deemed it necessary when it added a cushion beneath your butt on the chair, considering your aching legs.
You tried to blubber out an answer amidst the tears, but couldnât manage to, and her eyes softened as she sighed, sitting down next to you on your right, before seeing that she wasnât making much progress, and getting back up.
âEat, we can talk about this later, Iâll go get him.â
You were about to ask who she was going to get, even though a part of you already knew as you saw her walking off in the direction of his room. You began slowly digging into the food, finding yourself to be much hungrier than earlier anticipated. Then again, youâd skipped out on breakfast, expecting to get a big lunch while out and about in Velaris.
Azriel arrived only a moment later, shadows swirling, concern evident on his face as Nesta gave him a stern look and pointed to you before she mouthed âYouâre welcome.â to you, and strolled out of the door.
âWhat happened?â
He asked, smooth voice soaked in worry as he quickly pulled out the same chair Nesta had just been sitting in, sitting in it as it groaned under his weight. One of his wings stretched out in your direction, just barely curling around you.
You swallowed a bite of your food, tears coming back up.
âItâs embarrassing.â
You managed to croak out, and he shook his head.
âI wonât make fun of you, I promise.â
He pledged, and you trusted that promise as you sniffled again, wiping the wetness from your eyes with one hand.
âMe and that male from Ritaâs, we slept together, and he just accused me ofâŠof giving him an STD.â
You said, before breaking into sobs again, hands going to cover your face despite the warmth that burned in your cheeks from the shame of being in this situation. His large palm gently brushed over your back as he scooted closer, raising an eyebrow at the cushion in your seat for half a second before his wing curled fully around you; and he pulled you into a surprisingly warm hug.
âIâm sorry.â
He murmured, and your sobs slowly subsided until you had no tears left to cry, but you still held onto him in the hug, hands fisting the back of his shirt, the cloth bunching up beneath your fingers.
âWhat if I do, though? Have a..virus?â
He gave a little hum of thought.
âWeâll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, do you want to go get tested?â
You gave a sad little nod, a small pout on your lips that made him want to rip apart the male that made you feel this way. He gently picked you up, careful with your sore legs, figuring out what had happened rather quickly after some of his shadows informed him what theyâd seen. They also quickly informed him on the full story, and what that male had done. Another job for another day, but he would make sure he paid for it.
Nearly two hours later, youâd had to pee in a cup for Madja to check, and now were getting blood taken to get that tested as well, as well as any other necessary bodily fluids. Symptoms were noted if there were any. It was uncomfortable at best, but Azriel held your hand the entire time, not even wincing when you squeezed his hand a bit too hard for all the scars covering it.
He quickly winnowed the both of you to the House of Wind afterward, having been told the results would take at least a day to get back. He winnowed the both of you straight into his room.
It was dark, curtains drawn and everything, with the barest essentials in it as well as a desk for work, a few maps hanging from the walls, and assortments of fancy knives you knew he mustâve collected over the centuries.
You turned to leave, but his hand grasping your wrist quickly made you turn, tilting your head sideways in mild confusion.
âStay.â
He begged, looking terrified of what you might say, but also hopeful. You sniffled again, nodding and tentatively following him as he gently led you over to the bed, each move like a new dance, one that neither of you had practiced before, but were willing to try.
He slowly stripped his leathers off, letting you see his scarred body and wings for what it truly was. And for once, the sight of his bare body, while very attractive, didnât just make you horny or craving him. It made you appreciate him, who he was at his core. The years heâd spent training and honing his body to protect his Court, the scars heâd suffered protecting his loved ones and serving them; even willing to take it to the end.
You appreciated him. Even in the bad lighting of the room, or the thick shadows swirling everywhere, you appreciated Azriel.
And so, in turn, you began slowly tugging your clothes off, leaving only your undergarments on. His eyes ran over you, respectfully as always, but taking in your vulnerability; who you were beneath the covers, before he gave a small nod.
He walked over to his dresser, pulled out one of his more casual shirts; one that was clean that he hadnât worn in a good while, and walked over to you, standing in front of you as he helped gently tug the opening over your head, guiding your hands to the arm holes, adjusting it for you.
No words were exchanged, and none needed to be, not ad you both crawled into his bed under the blankets, and he enveloped you in an embrace; wings and arms wrapped around you with his head tucked into your neck.
And tonight, you knew for sure that you wouldnât wake up cold and alone like that night so many weeks ago.
No, tonight, you didnât need the warmth of passion or lust to keep you from the biting cold, now you had Azriel by your side, and that was more than enough.
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Fix You (Azriel x healer!reader)
summary: Azriel falls for the healer and finds new random reasons to see her, but he never letâs her help when heâs truly hurt.
wc: 3.8k
a/n: warnings: mentions injuries and blood
Never in a million years would you have dreamed of such an opportunity presenting itself to you, but after the battle of Velaris, your healing magic became rather well known among the locals. Eventually, word of your abilities reached the high lord, and he requested to meet with you. Now, ten months later, you are learning about tonics, salves, the anatomy of illyrian wings, and so much more to use along side your magic.
âOne last thing. Rhysand said that Azriel is requesting assistance. Could you go tend to his injuries before you go home?â
You hide your laugh and agree to go. This is the fifth time this month that Azriel has requested a healer. It would make sense that the spymaster of the night court would need healing after missions, but he never asks for help with that. Most recently, he came by the infirmary to ask you for a cream that will help with sore muscles. Sometimes he asks for healing after training when Cassian roughs him up a bit too much, but even then, its minor injuries. One time he even used Cassian as an excuse, claiming the general needed some medicine for a cold, but later that day Cassian seemed perfectly fine to you.
Your friends think Azriel must have a crush on you and thatâs why he always seeks you out, but thatâs crazy. And besides, you heard a rumor that he has feelings for the high ladyâs sister, Elain. But who could blame him, she's perfect.
You arrive at the House of Wind and head for the shadowsingerâs room. The house was quiet, meaning Cassian and Nesta must be gone. As you walk towards his room, you see a shadow dart across the floor, brushing against your ankle as it flies by and making you giggle. Before you can even knock, Azriel opens his door, apparently alerted by the shadow.
âGood evening. You requested a healer?â He nods and opens the door wider to invite you in and sits on the corner of his bed.
âCassian accidentally cut me with his sword when we were sparring this morning. The skin has healed, but itâs still hurting. I figured you could use some of that fancy healing magic on it so Iâm not slacking at training tomorrow.â He extends his arm, and just like he said, theres a jagged pink scar running up the length of his tan, muscular forearm.
You agree and sit next to him, taking hold of his arm and placing your hand over the scar. A warm sensation spreads from your palm to his arm, and moments later, the raised scar is nothing more than a faint line. You hold on for a few moments longer than necessary, your eyes fixated on his hands. There was something you found so beautiful and alluring about the scars, you didnât even notice your fingertips slowly trailing towards his hands. As soon as your fingertips brush against the edge of the scarred skin, Azriel jerks his arm away and stands up.
âI- Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to-â you trail off.
âItâs fine.â He snaps, avoiding your gaze to look at the wall behind you. âThanks for the help.â His voice is softer now, but you can tell heâs upset. You hesitate, trying to figure out how to resolve this uncomfortable situation, but inevitably, you decide itâs best to leave.
âHappy to help. Have a good night.â You leave quickly, trying to avoid making things more awkward.
The entire way home, you berate yourself for doing something so foolish. One of the first things you learned about healing is to not make your patient more uncomfortable when you heal them. And there you were, touching something that obviously would make him uncomfortable. You donât know the details about how his hands got so scarred, but with his fae healing, it canât have been pretty. It reminds you of a patient you had a few years back with similar burns. You were constantly making cream to soothe the residual pain for them. You wonder if Azrielâs hands still hurt from time to timeâŠ
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Azrielâs POV
âDo you plan to injure yourself again during training today, brother?â Cassian teases. âI see yesterdayâs cut has healed already. Did a certain healer come by your room last night?â
âShut up. It doesnât matter.â I say gruffly and continue eating my breakfast.
âWhy wonât you just ask her out?â He speaks with a mouth full of food, earning an annoyed look from Nesta.
âBecause thereâs no way that someone like her⊠it doesnât matter. Iâm over her now. Moving on.â I keep my gaze locked on the plate in front of me.
Last night, I tried to work up the courage to say somethingâanything, really. But when she touched me and I felt that magic run through me, I couldnât think of anything but how beautiful she looked. I canât help but remember the feeling of her hands on me, warm and comforting. And then, when she touched my hand, every horrible thought and insecurity ran through my head. How could someone so perfect ever want to be with someone so⊠damaged?
Thatâs also why I never seek her out when I return from missions. I donât want her to see who I really am when I leave Velaris. One look at me with enemy blood on my hands and my own blood on my body, and she will run scared just like everyone else does. Iâm just not ready for that rejection yet.
âI donât believe that for a damn second, Az. Youâre just scared. Take a chance, it could work out.â Nesta tries to be supportive, but she doesnât get it. None of my friends do. I pretend to agree, but only to end the conversation quicker and move on to a new topic. Cassian gives a skeptical look, but moves on to discussing the eveningâs plans.
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Your POV
Two weeks pass, and you havenât seen or heard from Azriel. It shouldnât bother you this much, but you canât help but miss his occasional visits, the way his shadows swirl around your ankles, the sound of his voice, the way he towers over you. Maybe you should find a reason to visit him. After all, heâs spent months coming up with ridiculous reasons to see you, you can do the same, right?
You look around your workstation at the various creams, tonics, and salves, eventually finding some that he would maybe find useful. Heading to the House of Wind, you canât help but feel a bit nervous.
When you arrive, you see the High Ladyâs sister, Nesta, walking through the foyer. âHello. I was wondering if you could help me find Azriel. I have something for him.â You try to sound confident, but her smirk tells you she sees right through you.
âHeâs at the training ring. The Valkyries and I just finished training, so itâs probably just him and Cassian up there.â You thank her and head that way.
When you arrive at the training ring, you are immediately stopped in your tracks by the sight of Azriel and Cassian sparring. You had always known the general had a nice body; you had healed it several times before. But Azriel⊠you have never seen such a glorious sight. The way the corded muscles of his back ripple when he moves and the way his wings, which were much larger than Cassianâs, were spread wide, you couldnât help but stare. Eventually, Cassian notices you. He smirked, and then immediately moved to disarm Azriel, nicking him with the tip of the blade.
âWhat the hell, Cass? Why did you-â Azriel turns and sees you. He turns back to Cassian, who has a shit eating grin on his face.
âGood thing your favorite healer is here to help.â You canât help but blush at his words. Did Azriel talk about you to Cassian? âIâll leave you two to it.â He saunters off, leaving you alone with Azriel. Azriel stands quietly for a moment, just staring at you. You canât tell what heâs thinking, but the silence is killing you, and itâs taking all of your strength to not stare at the sweat dripping down his muscular body.
âI brought you something. You had mentioned once that you get headaches a lot. I have this tonic that can help with that. I figured I would bring it by.â You awkwardly fumble through your bag for the bottle, handing it to him. He looks at the bottle, then at you, a confused expression on his face. âDid you want me to help with that cut orâŠâ you trail off, unsure of how to proceed.
âOh, uh, yeah. Thanks. And thanks for the tonic. Iâll be sure to try it next time I get a headache.â He sits on a nearby bench, and you sit next to him. Reaching towards the cut, you realize you need to avoid what happened last time and ask for permission to touch him.
âMay I?â He nods, and you place your hand over the small cut on his jaw. You feel his shadows swirling around your hand, almost curious about your actions. Your fingers trail over his sharp jaw line in admiration. âAll done.â You stand and step away, waiting to see if he will say anything. You were about to leave, but you apparently canât leave well enough alone, so you dig through your bag again.
âI have this other stuff you might want.â You find the soothing cream. âI had a patient a few years ago with burns similar to yours. She told me her scars would hurt occasionally, so I would make this cream for her. I donât know if that happens to you as well, but if you want it, itâs yours.â You reach out to hand him the cream, but he just stares at you.
After a few moments, you awkwardly set it on the bench next to him. âOkay then. Iâll see you around.â You turn to leave, eager to end this train wreck of an interaction. You hurried out so quickly, that you didnât hear the faint âthank youâ coming from Azriel.
âââ
Several days pass without seeing Azriel. Gods, you were definitely so out of line with the cream. He probably doesnât like to talk about the scars. You shouldnât have gone to find him in the first place. He was obviously avoiding you. The bell above the door rings, indicating a patient has entered.
âOne moment!â You call from the back of the workstation. When you make your way to the front room, you are surprised to see Azriel.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask softly.
âIâm sorry for my rude behavior the other day. I didnât know how to respond to your kind gesture. No one has everâŠâ he trails off, setting the empty container of hand cream on the counter. âIt helped a lot. I was wondering if you had any more?â Your face lights up, causing him to smile as well.
âOf course! Wait right here, Iâll go grab it.â You rush excitedly to the storeroom. It was always such a wonderful feeling to help a patient feel better, but having been right about this made you feel so happy. You return with three containers of cream. âThis one is the same as the one I gave you. This one is infused with lavender. And this one is infused with eucalyptus.â You explain excitedly. He chuckles at your eagerness.
âThank you. Iâll let you know which smell I like best.â He smiles softly. âAnd thank you for before. For noticing. No one has ever taken notice like that before. People usually donât like to even look at my hands, nonetheless, ask about it.â You blush.
âIf you donât mind me asking, how did you get the burns? It may help me formulate a more customized soothing cream for you in the future if I know how you got them. Only if youâre comfortable sharing.â Azriel sucks in a deep breath and looks at his hands.
âThe details are⊠unpleasant.â He hesitates. âOil was poured over my hands and lit on fire. My bro-â he pauses. âThe people who did this ensured that I healed as they burned, so that the scarring was worse. Now Iâm stuck with these ugly scars.â You try to hold back the tears in your eyes. How could somebody be so cruel and vicious as to do that to someone? âThe pain is usually a sharp ache around my knuckles and fingers, if that helps.â He mutters quietly, avoiding your gaze. You hesitantly reach for his hand. He looks surprised by this, but lets you. You hold his large hand in both of yours and look deep into his eyes.
âIâm very sorry that happened to you. No one deserves such treatment. And your scars are not ugly, they represent what you have overcome.â Azriel blushes. A small shadow glides over your hands as you hold his, pulling a giggle from you. âThe shadows are kinda cute.â
Azriel looks at you with surprise again. âMost people are afraid of them.â You watch a shadow weave between your fingers, letting go of Azrielâs hand to play with the shadow.
The two of you talk for a while longer before he eventually leaves. A smile stays on your face for the rest of the evening.
âââ
A week later.
Youâre awoken late in the night by a chilly feeling across your skin. Assuming you forgot to shut your window, you groggily open your eyes to stand, but when you do, you see several shadows swirling around you and your room.
Panic immediately sets in. You have never seen Azrielâs shadows move in such a way, almost frantic. And the shadowsinger himself is nowhere near Velaris, supposedly on a mission, according to what Cassian said days ago. The shadows swirl around you, tugging you to stand. You throw on your coat and follow the shadows, praying to the gods that you donât find what you think you will.
Upon arrival at the House of Wind, you hear panicked voices and yelling. You rush towards the commotion, finding a bloody mess when you arrive. You run towards Cassian and Nesta, trying to see whatâs wrong, but when you look down, you see it.
Azriel. Covered in blood. Several arrows sticking out of his abdomen and wings, reeking of faebane. You immediately crouch and begin to inspect the damage.
âCauldron, what happened? How long has he been hurt? Where is Madja?â You fire off a string of questions, not bothering to wait for an answer. Azriel groans in pain, barely conscious, with his eyes shut.
âHe just winnowed here like this. We donât know what happened, he pretty much passed out as soon as he got here.â Cassian looks at you nervously. âI tried to pull one of the arrows out, but the wounds wonât heal. The arrows are dipped in faebane.â
âGo get a bucket of water, a washcloth, and bandages.â You order to no one in particular before assessing the best plan for removal. When Nesta returns with the materials, you begin to remove the first arrow from his abdomen. Luckily, it didnât hit any vital organs. When the arrow finally is removed, Azriel yells in pain.
âI know, Iâm sorry. Just stay still and it will be over soon.â You try your best to use a soothing voice, but the shakiness is still evident. You get the second arrow out of his abdomen and begin to clean the wounds, working your healing magic as you go. Cassian and Nesta are standing over you, watching nervously, which only makes you more anxious.
âI got the worst of the injuries handled, heâs going to be fine. I still need to work on his wings, which may take a while and wonât be pretty. You two may want to go for now.â You say, not looking away from Azriel. Cassian and Nesta reluctantly leave, promising to return with the others in a bit.
âThis is going to hurt, Iâm sorry.â You warn Azriel, whoâs still unconscious, while you grip the arrow in his upper left wing and work to remove it. As soon as the arrow moves slightly through his wing, his eyes open wide and he howls in pain. He looks at you, just now noticing that itâs you tending to his injuries, and looks panicked.
âWh-what⊠how are you here?â He rasps, wincing as the arrow is fully removed. He tries to sit up, but you force him to remain laying down.
âYour shadows found me. I figured you sent them.â
âNo. Theyâre supposed to find Madja or Feyre if I get badly injured. I donât know why they went to you.â He says gruffly. You try not to get upset by his words as you begin to stitch and heal the wound. Something about his demeanor is vastly different from how he usually acts, colder even.
"Well, you got me instead. Sorry to disappoint.â You mutter, trying to hide the hurt in your voice. You can tell he wants to say something else, but as soon as you grab ahold of the second arrow, all he can manage is groans and curses.
After you remove the third and final arrow, Azriel speaks. âYouâre not supposed to be the one who handles my major injuries.â You canât hide the pain in your eyes, so you look away to focus on working your healing magic on the final wound and bandaging it.
âI can handle more than basic tonics and minor injuries, you know.â You say quietly, cleaning away some of the blood with a washcloth. You gather the bloodied cloths and arrows, moving quickly to dispose of them.
âI know you can. I just donât want-â his words are cut short by the high lord rushing in, immediately requesting a status update. Azriel didnât need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was about to say. He doesnât want you here. You turn from Azriel to give Rhysand a full briefing on the injuries and the expected recovery process. After calming a bit, he begins to help Azriel up and to his room.
âIt looks like youâre in good hands. Iâm going to go update Madja on the situation so she can manage your recovery.â You say softly, avoiding eye contact. Before he can say anything else, youâre gone.
âââ
You avoid Azriel for a couple weeks. Every time he tries to come to the infirmary, you send another healer to take care of him. You couldnât help asking Madja how his recovery was progressing, but she refused to tell you, stating that you were perfectly capable of asking him yourself. You know that you arenât as skilled as Madja in some aspects of being a healer, but you never thought that Azriel would doubt your abilities. You guess thatâs why he never asked for your help after missions. Maybe those months of ridiculous requests were just a joke to him, something to laugh about with his friends.
The sun goes down, signaling that itâs time for you to head home. You say goodbye to Madja and leave out the front door.
âY/n.â You immediately turn toward the voice. Waiting by the door, you find Azriel. You look him up and down, assessing for injuries and observing his healing progress. The scars on his wings are only faint marks now.
âYou look like youâre healing well. If you need medical attention, I suggest asking a more skilled healer, like Madja.â You say bitterly, walking past him. He sighs heavily.
âI didnât mean to upset you that night. You werenât supposed to see me like that.â He follows behind you, catching up quickly due to his long legs.
"Yes, you made that very clear. You didnât want me there, you donât trust me to handle your manor healing. I heard you loud and clear.â You refuse to look at him.
"No, thatâs not-â You turn down a side road suddenly, trying to evade him. âI know you can handle healing my more serious injuries, I just didnât want you there.â You stop and stare at him, slightly in disbelief at his words. Is he really this cruel, or is he just really this bad at speaking to people? He reads your expression and backtracks.
âNo, itâs not that I donât want you around, I just donât want you there.â He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. âGods, Iâm just making this worse. Can I start over?â You donât respond, but he takes the fact that you arenât walking away as a yes.
âI didnât want you to handle my major injuries because, when Iâm focused on my missions, I am a completely different person. I hate who I am outside of this city. I hate what I have to do, but I do it to protect my court and protect my family. When I get back, it sometimes takes me a while to get back to normal. I didnât want you to see me like that, so I wouldnât scare you off. It seems I managed to do that anyway, so I guess I was right to stay away.â You finally look at him. Who treated him so poorly to make him think so low of himself?
You take a step closer to him and look into his eyes. âI wasnât scared of you that night. I was scared that you couldâve died. I was scared of the way you pushed me away. But never of you. Iâve healed fae from all over with horrible histories, grusome wounds, and severe PTSD. Youâre job is hard, but you shouldnât handle that burden alone.â
âYou spend enough of your time fixing people, I donât want to be another person you feel like you need to fix.â He says in a self loathing tone.
âYou arenât broken, Azriel. You donât need fixing, just support.â You take his hand. âLet me be there for you. Let me be your friend. Please.â He stares at your hand holding his for a few moments.
âWhat if I donât want you as my friend?â You frown, and he immediately realizes how that must have come across as you attempt to pull your hand away. He tightens his grip on your hand. âWhat I mean is, will you go to dinner with me? Like, on a date?â You look at him surprised, blushing hard. âCmon, y/n. I thought I was pretty obvious that I have feelings for you with my dozens of ridiculous injuries and requests.â He chuckles.
âI would love to get dinner, Azriel.â He gives you a wide smile. The two of you begin to walk side by side down the street. After a few moments of silence, Azriel speaks.
âNow that youâre no longer mad at me, can I have more of that soothing cream? Iâve been out for like a week, but Iâve been too afraid to ask you for more.â You laugh.
âOf course you can.â
Have a great weekend everyone!!
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âForgive me, Darling.â
Based on this request.
Pairing: Rhysand x Fem!Reader
Summary: After Rhys undermines Reader in front of the Hewn City, Reader makes him grovel before she accepts his apologies.
Warnings: Smut | Minors DNI | 18+ | p in v | apology sex | dom sub dynamics | riding | oral (f receiving) | Reader making Rhys grovel | multi-orgasm | cream-pie | mating press
A. Note: This was really an excuse for me to write some Rhys smut⊠RhysandWeek got to me I fear, half of it is smut so enjoy đŒđ
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It was an effort to sit next to the High Lord tonight. Even with Winter Solstice so steadily approaching we couldn't stop being at each other's throats for the past week. The others in the Inner Circle were sick of our tedious bickering by now, and the rest of the Court might as well be too.
It was clear to the citizens of the Hewn City that we weren't getting along the best when we sat in our own separate thrones, while I typically opted to sit in Rhys' lap or he on the armrest while I took the main throne.
But it was the citizens of the Hewn City themselves that had cleaved our relationship right in two. While I was a natural sympathizer for these people, Rhys seemed to have half a thought about their well-being.
It drove me mad how easily he could cherish and love something, then turn around and loathe something else with the same fierceness. It was manipulative and vexing.
"Your grace," Keir drawled with a low bow and Rhys lifted a brow at Morrigan's poor excuse of a father.
"What is it?" The High Lord mused, the perfect mask of bored coldness in his violet eyes.
"The court was wondering if you'd be donating to the gift drive this season, all funds would go directly to the orphaned children of course," Keir said with a tone that sent shivers down my spine.
Rhys opened his mouth to say no, but I spoke first. "Of course Keir. We're not monsters," I say, tossing my mate a lethal glare.
"Are you mad? No," He looked to Keir. "I will not be donating, but you can tell them their queen will have a heavy chunk coming from her paycheck," Rhys bit back and the verbal assault immediately bruised her, tearing her down for speaking over him in a place like this was one thing but, in front of Keir? Using him as a device to get under my skin? It was a new level of low.
I bit back a snarl. "You're both insufferable," I stand. "And you bore me," I step down the dais with a careful queenlike elegance that came with only decades of practice. "I'm going home, perhaps finish some last-minute gift shopping," I shrug, my black gown shimmering like the stars in the sky with each move I made.
"I'll join you momentarily," Rhys said with a hand up as if to pause me. I didn't wait for him to finish before I winnowed back to Velaris, alone.
I was born in the Hewn City, and though I knew it was best if Rhys put on a mask in front of that court, it was hard to watch my mate who had one of the biggest hearts I'd ever seen be so cruel, be exactly what those citizens had expected him to be. A monster. A shiver went down my spine at the thought. It was a part of my role as High Lady to back whatever Rhys decided, but it was a part of his role to do the same with me. And when it came to the children of the Hewn City I drew the line, they had done no wrong, and half of them were too young to even realize that their king was a halfbreed, much less why that meant he was seen as lesser. They were innocent, doomed for failure since the beginning because of who their parents were. I sympathized with the orphans and knew exactly how much a donation would've mean to me because I used to be one of them.
Rhys winnowed into the sitting room, writhing shadows feathering off of his dark tunic as he whirled towards me, brows drawn.
"What'd you do that for?" He frowns at me and I mirror it.
"Children Rhys? Should I even dare ask when it might end?" I prop my hands up on his hips and he sighs, rubbing at his eyes.
"You know how I handle those things, I tell Keir no and then donate anonymously," He explained, annunciating every word like I was hard of hearing. The tone set me off. He was right, that's how we did it every year for solstice since Rhys became High Lord.
But tonight was my breaking point after weeks of needless arguments. "Yes, Rhysand. I know." I grit my teeth and his frown deepens as he hears me use his full name, something I always did unconsciously when I wanted him out of my face.
"Then why did you say we'd donate?" He lifts a brow and my shoulders are practically up to my ears with the tension building.
"Because, Rhysand, I'm so sick of you pretending to be someone that you're not," Again, the name makes him flinch. "I know how much you're capable of loving, and I understand you trying to protect us but I can't bear seeing you so ruthless to those people," I explain and he lets out a long sigh.
"You don't seem to understand the impossible situation I'm in." He closes his eyes, needing to rest them if only for a moment.
"What don't I understand?" I grab his jacket, gently gripping it as I stare up at him. "I've been beside you every step of the way, talk to me Rhysand. Or this isn't going to work," I gesture between us and his back shoots ramrod straight, at the underlying threat of taking a break from each other. He loathed the idea, and would rather argue for the rest of his life with me than not have me in his life at all.
"Don't say stuff like that," He murmured, his voice clipped like he couldn't quite breathe right.
"Then think twice before undermining me in front of a male like Keir," I scowl. "Hewn City or not, you're not allowed to silence me." I brush past him, my shoulder ramming into his bicep as I stalk down the hall to our bedroom, shutting the door with a resounding thud, but Rhys remains pinned in the same spot, cursing himself over and over again for his foolish behavior.
Over the next few days, Rhys had done everything in his power to apologize. Giving me countless gifts, and heartfelt monologues about how sorry he was, he even donated a good portion of his gold to the Hewn City orphanage. But I didn't forgive him, because I was certain he had yet to understand how much this truly meant to me. Besides, a small part of me liked watching him grovel.
At dinner with the rest of the inner circle later that evening, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Rhys had reached for my hand beneath my table twice now and I shook him off both times. We had both silently agreed on pretending everything was normal between us in front of the others, not wanting to worry them about the health of their high lady and lord relationship. So I put on a mask, as he often did, and pretended everything was fine.
"I'll see you in a few days for solstice eve," I hum as Morrigan gives me a hug while standing halfway out the door in the cold.
"I got you an amazing gift!" She beamed while backing away and I gave her an incredulous look. There was no arguing that Morrigans gifts weren't unique and personalized, but they were far from amazing.
"I'm sure you did," I hum. "Goodnight, Mor," I lean against the archway of the foyer and she gives me a wave before slipping out the door. Once everyone was officially gone I turned back to the sitting room where Rhys was sitting, staring at me curiously like I was a thing to be analyzed. "What?" I bark, my smile dropping.
"You keep calling me Rhysand," He stands from his seat, looking at me with furrowed brows, his wings drooping slightly, nearly dragging on the floor as he strides towards me but stops an arm's length away.
"That's your name, is it not? Or would you like to argue about that as well?" I arch a brow and his frown deepens.
"No, I justâ It's Rhys. It's always been Rhys between us, in fact, you're the reason everyone calls me Rhys." He claims and I cross my arms over my chest, narrowing my gaze on him.
"This is what has been bothering you? This? Out of everything that has been going on, me saying your full name has gotten under your skin the most?" I scowl, unbelieving of his childish behavior.
"I'm sorry." He whispers, defeated.
"I know," I state.
"Then why?" His voice wavers. "Why can't I be forgiven?" He takes another step forward, nearly closing the distance between us if it weren't for his height.
"Because I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." I snarl and his brows crease, his familiar violet eyes glazing over.
"No please, I have darling," He cups my cheeks in his hands. "I have. I'm sorry." His hands were so gentle when holding my face as if I might break if he was any rougher.
I debated giving in for a moment, if only because my desire to feel his lips on mine again would be comparable to heavenâ but I stayed strong, my own pride willing me to break away from his touch. "I know," I repeat, before walking down the hall and into our bedroom, closing the door behind me loud enough for him to get the hint that I didn't want to see him again that night.
A few days had passed and it was solstice eve, I was in the midst of getting ready for bed when there was a soft knock on my door. I didn't turn when the door opened, I knew who it was before he was even down the hall.
Rhys doesn't say anything, just stares as I take out my earrings and unlace my dress. I didn't mind him looking as I stripped down and changed into a soft, midnight blue nightgown, perhaps I was rubbing in the fact that he couldn't have me. Once I was finished I walked over to my vanity and began to comb through my hair.
"I can feel you staring, Rhysand." I finally spoke and I swore he growled at the name. I ignore it. He pushes off the doorframe and enters the room.
"What can I do it make it better?" I turn towards him to find him directly behind me, looking down at me with beseeching eyes. "I'm begging you," He whispers, our proximity so close that his nose was brushing against mine.
"You're begging me?" I raise a brow.
"Gods, yes darling. Do you want me to get on my knees and plead?" He suggests and I just stare at him as a reply, waiting.
His brows raise a fraction when he realizes I'm serious, and I cross my arms impatiently. It takes him a moment, but eventually, he drops down onto his knees.
His hands come to my hips and he looks up at me, his chin propped up on my stomach as he lets out a soft, "Please."
"Please what?" I place my hands on his shoulders, one of them finding its way into his dark, midnight-black hair.
"Please, forgive me." He murmurs. "Please, don't make us take a break." He continues, his hands on my hips tightening slightly. "And please, let me love you the way you deserve."
He had once told me he'd only ever fall to his knees for his crown, yet here he was, bending for me with only sincere affection in his eyes and regret forever making me feel like he deserved this.
I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him up, crashing his lips onto mine. I kiss him, deeply, with the passion and desire that had been building up for the past week. I had forgotten how addictive he was and didn't realize how badly I needed him until he leaned into the kiss and filled the gaping void inside of me with warmth.
"I missed you so damned much, darling," He sighs and I smirk against his lips.
"Yeah?" I slip from his grasp and take a seat on the bed. "Why don't you come over here and show me?" I purr, letting my legs fall open as he prowls towards me and again, gets down onto his knees.
I smile devilishly at him as he begins kissing and nipping at my thighs, beginning to make amends with his mouth rather than words.
His covetous hands slip beneath my short nightgown, gripping my hips and pulling me to the edge of the bed. I lay back onto my elbows, propped up enough to watch him as he made his way up my thighs.
Ever so gently, he pulls at my undergarments and I lift my hips for access so he can further slip the panties down my legs. With reverence his eyes flick down to my glistening core, then back up to my eyes, his gaze holding a certain emotion I don't think I've ever seen the High Lord hone before.
I nod my head and he wastes no time before placing an open mouth kiss to my folds, then dragging it through my slit in a slow, savoring lap. I let out a soft moan at the feeling of his warm tongue finding my clit with a languid stroke. My fingers weave into his hair as he begins to suck on the bundle of nerves, sending me into a spiral.
I looked down at him but he was already staring up at me. But once he sees my lustful expression he can't seem to control himself before he dips down and spears his tongue into me. I release a breathy moan at the intense feeling. How could I have ever robbed myself of this for so long? Gods it was evil the things he could do with that mouth.
His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he devoured me like a man starved, his tongue-twisting and curling against a sensitive spot that sent me closer to the edge. I was unable to stop myself from grinding up onto his face, and he let out a guttural groan as I did so, because he knew then that I wanted him, that he was making me feel this good.
I maintained eye contact with him as he continued to drive me wild, violet irises filled with both apologies as well as desire. He draws one of my legs over his shoulder to deepen his access and I pull at his hair.
"That's it, gods yes," I gripe as his tongue toys with the sensitive area nestled deep inside of me.
My head falls back to look up at the ceiling as he brings one of his hands down and his thumb begins to roll over my clit. I whimper at the stimulation, my toes curling as he begins rubbing tight circles. I buck my hips at the intense feeling and he groans against the feeling of me tugging on his hair, the sound reverberating up my spine. "That's my girl," He purrs as my release steadily approaches. "Come on my face, fall apart for me my darling," He says, his voice tender as he coaxes your climax to draw closer.
I couldn't deny his demand, my pleasure too high to even debate it. My peak reaches and with a cry, my body convulses and an intense wave of pleasure crashes through me. He supports me, his arms around my thighs grounding me, his eyes never leaving mine as he removes his tongue from my entrance and softly laps up my dripping folds, his mouth shimmering in my essence. But it was only pride in his eyes as I came down from my high that I recognized, pride and, something far more primal than human.
"I forgot how good you taste," He whispers against my core, cleaning every lost drop from me with his mouth.
Slowly, he backed away, licking his lips that were glistening in my arousal.
"I want to ride you," I confess and his brows shoot up with carnal desire. Yes, that was exactly what I wanted.
I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down onto the bed, his head falling into the pillows as I flipped over him and began working at the buttons of his shirt.
His hands joined mine, helping me by thrashing it off. I smile and attach my lips to his tanned skin, my tongue running over the lines of his tattoo while he frees himself from the confines of his pants. My mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock already leaking with need. I bite at my lower lip as I grip his length, spreading his pre and using it as a natural lubricant. I pumped him once, then twice. My grip was rough and tight, his head fell back into the pillows as he groaned in pleasure.
"Oh, my darling," He sighs out as I press my thumb to his sensitive tip.
His hands come to my thighs as I lift onto my knees and begin dragging his cock through my folds, prepping him for an easy entrance. I swore he got harder the moment my arousal met his.
He looked back at me, his eyes low-lidded. "You look like a goddess," He breathes, his voice husky with restraint. I knew he wanted to push me down onto him, to take dominance and flip me onto my back. But he reigned in his control and kept himself at bay for now.
I smile devilishly at him as I aligned his throbbing cock with my entrance. His eyes flicked down to the view and I froze. "Look at me," I direct and his violet eyes flick back up to my gaze, and I watch his expression as I sink myself down to him so very slowly, inch by inch.
His face contorts into a mix of pleasure and agony. "This is torture," He hisses, his fingers digging into my thighs in an effort to keep restraint. "Please, darling," He whispered the plea and I couldn't help but fold under his yearning gaze.
"Please what?" I say through a soft moan, the stretch of him painful at first yet turned into pure pleasure moments later.
"Please, take all of me and move, now baby," He pants out and I smirk.
"I'm barely halfway down and I've got you this worked up?" I tilt my head demeaningly and he lets out a low, guttural growl.
"You know exactly what you're doing to me, so please, you can take it," He begs and I smile.
"I know I can, but can you?" I murmur, tracing lines along his torso, following his dark tattoo.
"Oh I can," He sighs, his eyes glinting with amusement and I realize he wasn't strained from needing more, he was in agony because his control was thinning. "But if you don't take all of me right now, I'm going to flip us over and fuck you until we both forget our own names." He warns and I smirk, leaning forwardâ in doing so making him slip deeper inside of me, the new angle eliciting a soft moan from me.
"Is that right?" I purr, my nails trailing down the side of his neck.
"Last chance, baby." His jaw feathers. "Sit down or I'm taking over," He snarls, gripping my hips tighter, prepared to make true of his threat. I smile, leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
I do as he says anyway, not wanting to take any chances. I let gravity make my last movement and allow myself to take all of his length, every last inch until he was fully sheathed inside of me and I was seated on him fully.
He lets out a long, deep moan, his head falling back into the pillows. "Gods, such a good girl," He praises, taking a few deep breaths and regaining his control.
Slowly I begin to rock my hips back and forth over him and he jerks at the movement, his hands tightening on my thighs as he begins to guide me over him, showing me exactly how fast he wanted me to go.
He lets out a string of curses as I set a pace, rolling and grinding over him, my thighs already burning with the movements. "Keep your eyes on me, yeah?" he says and I nod, as he slowly lifts me up on him, then pushes me back down, sending me into a rhythm. I began to bounce up and down on him, his thick length burrowing deep inside of me with each descent.
I keep eye contact with him, tears welling in mine as he lifts me faster, my breasts bouncing with the movement, and his captivating eyes don't miss it. "So beautiful," He whispers softly, his voice hoarse and strained as a string of moans escapes me.
"You like that baby?" He purrs, his gaze only sultry. I reply with a moan and a wicked smile forms over his lips as he pushes me to go faster, slamming me down into his hips, his tip brushing over my cervix.
He was enjoying this far too much, he was savoring the way I sounded, the way my body reacted. So desperate for a second release. I lean down, changing the angle and allowing him to hit my most sensitive point with the thick head of his cock.
"Gods, you feel so good wrapped around me like this," He purrs, his breath hot against my neck as his canines scrape against it.
I continue to fuck myself on him, my vision blurring as he abuses that sacred spot inside of me. "I'm close," I grunt, clenching my hands into fists as he spears into me, lifting his hips to help me reach that high.
"Yeah? Going to come, love?" He purrs into the shell of my ear and I nod, tears now slipping down my cheeks despite all my efforts to be in control.
"Yes, I can't control it much longer," I mewl, burying my nose into the crook of his neck.
He smiles, wrapping his arms around me. "That's okay, come for me darling," He allows and I find release, I finally meet my second orgasm.
"Rhys," I moan loud enough for the next room over to hear. Not Rhysand, but Rhys. The male's length twitches at the sound he so desperately had been needing to hear for the past week.
He didn't let me come down from my high for even a moment as he flipped me over onto my back, taking full control as he guided my legs up to my sides, folding me into a mating press.
"I'm not done with you yet, darling," He drawls huskily and my heart pounds against my ribs hard.
He pulls out to his tip and for a moment I'm gifted a kernel of relief, but it quickly ended when he pushed into me, spearing hilt deep as his heavy balls slapped into my ass. Arousal dripped down my thighs as he continued the movement and I turned into a moaning mess.
"You're so tight," He grunted out between thrusts. "Say my name again," He orders and I open my teary eyes to see him above me, his dark wings spread over us. Gods, he looked like a fucking devil like this. "Rhys," I plea and he smiles wolfishly.
"That's my girl, taking me so well," He praises, continuing to piston inside my puffy, overstimulated cunt.
He reaches down and I swear my heart stops as he makes contact with my pink clit. I whimper, my bottom lip wobbling as he pushes me towards yet another orgasm. "Come on baby, squeeze my cock," He demands and I writhe beneath him, clenching every inch of his length as he brushes my cervix repeatedly. His words and groans are a constant stream of encouragement as I hurtle toward my third orgasm.
I let out a loud, broken cry as my climax rips through me, each one more intense than the last. "Please, please tell me you're close," I beg as he lets out a choked groan, his movements becoming more and more erratic as control slips from his grasp. "Fuck, I am baby, I'm close," He pants out and I mewl his name desperately.
"Rhys, Rhys," I murmur like a chant, my mind too fucked out to think of anything else, just him.
"Look at me, I want you to watch while I come inside of you." He purred and my stomach twisted at his filthy words. My hands come around to his shoulders and I dig my nails into the muscle, clawing them down his back at the intense, unrelenting thrusting.
With a feral, desperate groan he buries his nose into my neck and finds his release, his warm seed spilling inside of me. He shakes and trembles at the weight of his climax, he collapses down onto me, his body heavy and spent. His face was still buried in my neck as he regained his breath. "Fuck, I love you so much," He confesses as the sounds of our breathing fill the room.
"I love you, too," I whisper hoarsely, my voice shot from screaming his name. He nuzzles into my neck, placing gentle kisses along my collarbone slowly guiding my legs down and pulling from my entrance. "I'm sorry baby, I know you wanted to be in control but Iâ I can't help myself around you," He murmurs and I smile, pulling him into me for a loving kiss.
"Don't apologize, felt so good," I murmur tiredly. "Maybe we should argue more often," I add and he frowns at the idea and I giggle. "I missed you."
His eyes light up with pure adoration. "I missed you too," He hums, easing into the bed beside me and gathering me into his arms. "Now let's get you cleaned up."
The rush of solstice has passed and everything has returned to normalâ well, almost everything.
The Court of Nightmares was teeming with its usual negative energy, the air thick with it. I had been seated in my own throne again, not quite ready to take up Rhysandâs lap in front of all the subjects again.
âMy Lord,â Keir bowed low before the dais, then turned to me and gave me a simple bow of his head. Rhys gripped the arms of his throne at the action but remained calm all the same.
âWhat?â The high lord snarled.
âThe price of the renovations of the homes in the slums are steadily increasing, to something far greater than what we can afford with the money youâve so graciously given.â He hums and I sit up. I grew up in the slums, I wouldâve taken a manâs life for the opportunity to proceed with the renovation plans I had given Rhys a few days ago, wouldâve taken a lot more than a life to give to that community, actually.
âThen weâll triple the funds,â I state and Keir casts me a glance, then looks back to Rhys. I wanted to rip his face off. I was seated on a throne before his people, I had the power to tear this entire court down and yet he treats me with such disrespect and contempt.
âWhy are you still here?â Rhys asked the steward. âMy High Lady has just answered your issue, did she not?â Rhys tilts his head with creased brows.
âOf course, my lord,â Keir bows to the male, and something in his spine locks and I know, know that Rhysâs talons had captured Keirs mind and was prepared to shatter it, until Keir turned to me and bowed at the waist, then lower, nearly falling to his knees.
âDismissed.â Rhys hummed, waving his hand and releasing the males mind.
I smile as I watch him leave, and settled a little deeper into my throne. Oh, I liked this a little too much.
A flicker of Rhysandâs darkness curled caressed up my neck, to trace the contours of my jaw. I turn to look at him and give him a wicked smile, he mirrors it and we turn back to the Nightmare of a court we ruled over, together.
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