#acotar masterlist

[moongirlrhea]

welcome to my masterlist!

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azriel and his best friend series:

chapter one: azriel and his best friend - a drabble

chapter two: carry me slowly, my sunlight (all these colors fade for you only)

chapter three: i will not ask you why you were creeping (in some sad way i already know)

more coming soon!

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[itsswritten]

“To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered”

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⁂ Share your pain

In the wake of a heated argument, you and Azriel find yourselves adrift, the once unbreakable bond strained. Faced with the questions of whether love can endure the shadows of past traumas, can you work through this?

⁂Threads of Hazel

A mating bond can connect those who have not even met, but can it save them too?

⁂ Gone

Sometimes it take's heartbreak to move on...or to realise what you've always had.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Final Part

⁂ Cauldron-born

When an unexplainable energy pulls the Inner Circle to barge into the Day court, they're all shocked at what they find. But it's Azriel who can't help wonder if his dreams have finally been answered.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - wip

⁂ Wings Universe Masterlist

The world of Prythian’s loveliest couple. (Fairy x Azriel)

⁂ Love In Ink

On the brink of war, it was now or never to finally confess your feelings to Azriel, but when you stumble onto a moment you wish you hadn't perhaps it's the gods way of saying your confession had been too late.

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(Azriel x Reader x Eris)

༄ When the sea calls for three

In the aftermath of war, peace reigns over the realms of Prythian, but the delicate balance hangs in the hands of two unlikely mediators—You and Lucien. As the newly appointed Emissaries of Peace, your duty is clear: maintain alliances, foster understanding between courts, and navigate the intricate webs of fae politics.

But when fate deals an unexpected twist, revealing that you possess not one, but two mates, the tranquillity you've worked so hard to uphold is suddenly threatened. Caught between two males who refuse to share, you find yourself thrust into a precarious position, torn between duty and desire.

What will you do and who will you choose?

Intro | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 - coming soon! i will try get to this asap

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~pending~

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[amnevitahwritesstuff]

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🌶️ | NSFW

😈 | Dub-Con/Non-Con

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I'll Be Good To You

"On your knees soldier." [106 words] | 🌶️

And Tell All The Stars Above

“I can’t live without you.” [114 words]

"My Queen." [129 words]

"Old man." [103 words]

"You can take more." [176 words] | 🌶️

"Take what you need." [203 words] | 🌶️

“I’m busy, you fiend.” [113 words] | 🌶️

Love Me While You Can

Unexpected - Reader x Azriel [232 words]

[tarotsoul]

Smoke & Light — Part Two

SUMMARY: A run in with the cops is another reminder of the horrors Azriel faced through his childhood. Maybe one day hell open up about it, but not today. Today, he's solely focussed on helping you out of a bad trip.

WARNINGS: swearing, reoccurring themes of use of recreational drugs (weed), greening out, teasing, flirting, kissing, dirty talk, use of toys hehe, slapping/spanking, spitting, dom!Az, mentions of Az's abusive childhood.

WORD COUNT: 8.2k

SERIES MASTERLIST

When Azriel was a young boy, he dreamt of becoming a guitarist. It didn’t matter to him then if he was famous or not. Just so long as he was good enough to be able to replicate famous rifts with his own spin, and create his own music, too. 

For his fifth birthday, his mother bought him a children’s guitar, complete with the plastic pics and a leather strap with his initials etched into the fine fabric. He knew, even at that age, that the gift had cost his mother a small fortune. But she didn’t care how much it set her back. The look of pure shock and excitement on her boy's face was worth every single penny she spent. 

He could still remember the untold amounts of sleep he would forfeit to learn a new chord or finally string more than three together at once. By seven years old, he could recreate the first half of Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd—albeit choppy and slightly out of time—and memorise the chords by heart. 

His half-brothers had never liked that about Azriel. His talent and passion for music and the guitar. Even at the ages of five and four, they did not like Azriel. More often than not, they’d plant broken vases and stained cushions for their parents to find, and blame them on Azriel. They knew their father would take away his guitar for a few days to a week as punishment. 

But even then, a week wasn’t long enough. Their hatred for Azriel stemmed long before his love for guitar had grown. From the moment his half-brothers learned how to talk, Az was on the daggered end of their spiteful tongue and manipulative masterminds. As young as he was, Azriel wasn’t blind to the cause of it. He wasn’t blind to his step-father’s hatred for him, that he then instilled in his own blood sons. 

Being what they called a ‘blood traitor’ would always be their main justification for what they did. Azriel had never admitted to anyone the second reason his brothers set his hands alight. But the other thought behind it—the more vicious and calculated thought—was to burn not just his hands, but his dreams, too. 

For months after the incident, Azriel’s hands remained bandaged. He could hardly use them for everyday tasks like dressing and washing and eating. And when they had finally healed enough for the bandages to be permanently removed, he couldn’t play his beloved guitar. 

The strings were too harsh on his sensitive skin. It hurt so much just pressing down on the chords on the neck, let alone pinching the pic for longer than thirty seconds at a time. Azriel had to learn how to play all over again, covered in blisters and burnt flesh. And then his marred skin began to harden and callous and every strum was more painful than before. 

He often wondered if this would still be his life path had the burning never happened. If he would have still met Rhys and Cass, if he would still be selling drugs. He knew he wouldn’t be this well-off financially, but at what cost? What did all of this money mean when it was just him? When he wouldn’t be able to fulfil his biggest dream in life? 

He mostly thought about it all in times like this, when he was spontaneously pulled over by the cops for what they called a “random stop and search”, though they had never given a plausible cause for it. And today would be no different. 

“You stalking me again, Reynolds?” Az asked in a rugged tone as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. 

Officer Reynolds, one of the few officers that continuously pulled Az over and searched his vehicle, leaned against the open window with his arms crossed. His blue eyes gleamed with hope of catching something on him this time, though Az knew Reynolds would walk away with another few grey hairs to add to his collection. 

Reynolds was a strange looking man. Not in his features, but in the glint of his eyes and the disturbing tug of his lips whenever he offered a grim smile. He radiated nothing but offsetting energy, one that stunk of noncy behaviour and less than ethical tendencies. 

His iced eyes darted quickly across Azriel’s lap and the passenger's seat, coming up short and settling his gaze on the man again. 

“Random stop and search, nothing personal.” He grinned that awful smile but Azriel paid no mind to it. “Step out of the car, licence and registration.” Azriel was already reaching into the glovebox for his paperwork before Reynolds could even speak. 

He handed them over, opening the door as the officer stepped away, and stood with his hands on the hood of his Mustang. Azriel knew the drill. He’d been patted down and had his car searched more times than he could count in the past six months alone. 

And each and every time, Reynolds always came up short. 

“Got any weapons in the vehicle?” 

Azriel rolled his eyes, looking over his shoulder as Reynolds began to pat down his stomach and thighs. “Do I look like the type that needs a weapon?” 

A dry chuckle slipped from the officers lips as he patted harder down Azriel’s calves and ankles before turning to his full—albeit short—height. “What about narcotics? Any drugs that I should be aware of?” 

Az grunted with another roll of his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Officer Reynolds didn’t offer a response. Instead, he bent his body into the driver's side of the Mustang and began stifling through every nook and cranny that his swollen hands could reach. 

Azriel’s foot tapped impatiently as he waited and waited for the search to end. They wouldn’t find a damn thing, especially because of the new addition Azriel had recently added to his modded car. 

But that knowledge of the secret compartment didn’t stop his muscles from tensing just slightly when Reynolds wrapped his puffed fingers around the foot mat and peeled it up. 

Azriel’s stash was well hidden; wrapped and locked in an extended box beneath his footwell that managed to also keep the scent out. He knew it was a matter of time before they started bringing a K9 with them on their searches, so Azriel had to be prepared for that well in advance. 

Especially with how strong the new strain smelt. 

With a huff, Reynolds haphazardly threw the foot mat back down and struggled to clamber out of the car. And just like Azriel suspected, he came up short. 

Reynolds handed him back his paperwork and rested his hands back on his belt, fingers itching for his baton to give Az a taste of the frustration he caused him. Azriel didn’t so much as bat an eye at it. He knew Reynolds wouldn’t touch him. Not if he wanted to keep both his stumpy legs in use. 

“You know, this is getting pretty old. How do I go about filing a harassment charge?” 

Reynolds scoffed. “Good luck with that.”

If there was one thing Az liked about having his brothers home, it was the lack of talking his mind did. There was no silence for his brain and thoughts to gang up on him, to have him question every thought and decision he’d ever made. 

Music and guitar usually helped to quiet those demons—the shadows that he had no control over—but the frustration from his earlier encounter with Reynolds had the desire for playing at the bottom of his list. 

Instead, he settled for Nesta’s demand to braid her hair. She knew him better than she let the others know. Since they first met years ago, he became the brother she never had, that she never knew she needed. She was quick to learn his quirks and mannerisms; what they meant and how he felt. 

And he learnt the same for her. 

“You’re doing it too loose,” Nesta huffed, picking at her nails from her seat on the carpet between Azriel’s parted thighs. He huffed, flexing his fingers and undoing the braid. 

“Last time you told me it was too tight and it gave you a migraine,” he retorted back with an exasperated huff.

They argued like real siblings, too. 

“Just do it a little looser than last time.”

Azriel split her hair into three sections once more and slowly started to braid, overlapping the sections and tugging a bit tighter than his previous attempt. Nesta hummed in approval.

They didn’t pay much mind to the others. Rhys and Feyre were cuddled on the loveseat opposite them, Cassian on their left with a bulky pair of headphones on his head as he smashed the buttons of the gaming remote beneath his fingers. 

He was growing frustrated that he was losing, but it didn’t help that his hands were so massive that the pad of his thumb was big enough to press all the buttons at once. 

“Hey, Az… there’s this girl I know…” Azriel’s grunt cut Feyre off before she could say anything else. He tied Nesta’s braid and tapped her shoulders, signally he was done. 

“Not this again, Fey,” he groaned. 

A sheepish smile sat on her full lips, a gentle tint of pink blushing the apples of her cheeks. “I really think you guys would get along, though. She’s super laid back and so gorgeous.” 

Nesta moved from between Az’s thighs on the ground and clambered back onto the sofa, reaching for her tumbler of gin and tonic. Azriel was used to this, to Feyre trying to set him up. Each time, he’d always shut her advances down, but that never stopped her.

Feyre considered it a challenge, and she wouldn’t stop until Azriel agreed to go on a date. Just once, and she’d back off. She was fairly confident that one date would be all it would take for Azriel to fall for her mysterious friend. 

“I don’t need to be set up,” he spoke, finality in his tone. 

Rhys cocked a brow at how quickly Az dismissed his girlfriend but said nothing. He knew Feyre could get a bit too much with it sometimes, but Rhys himself still had hopes that maybe one day, Az would bite the bullet and just agree. 

But Azriel had no plans to do that. He didn't want to be set up on a blind date, and he most certainly did not need nor want his friends involving themselves in his love life—or lack thereof. It wasn’t that he struggled with girls, Mother, no. Not once in his life did Azriel ever have a shortage of pussy.

If he wanted it, he would get it. On his own. Without his brother's girlfriend’s self-involvement. 

His phone chimed from his back pocket, and not bothering another glance at Feyre, Azriel retrieved it to read over the message. 

You: you weren’t kidding. This shit is strongggg x

His heart rate quickened as he read the text again and again. Azriel hadn’t heard from for three days—since that kiss—and now he was reminiscing on the taste of your mouth on his. 

Azriel: I did warn you

You: maybe next time you could write a reminder on my baggie?

A grin stretched across the expanse of his lips, eyes glittering at how quickly you responded. The act didn’t go unmissed by Nesta, who grinned against her staw and wiggled her toes against the side of Azriel’s thigh. She knew that face—that look. 

“Azzy doesn’t want to get set up because he already has a crush on someone.” 

All eyes snapped to Azriel and Nesta at her words, eyes so wide they almost bulged from their heads. They all knew Az was a ladies man, that although he kept his sex life private, he was well endowed in that aspect. But what they had never really seen was Azriel with a crush. 

With someone who was more than a booty call or a fling.

Az narrowed his eyes at Nesta, a hard expression removing his previous smile. The phone in his hand began to vibrate and a quick glance at it had your number filling the screen through an incoming call. 

His heart stammered. 

“I don’t have a crush. It’s just a client.” He stood from the couch, his scarred thumb hovering over the answer button. 

Nesta grinned maniacally, taking another sip of her gin. “A lady client?” Azriel’s response was a pillow launched at Nesta’s face before leaving his family and shutting himself away in his bedroom. 

Az took a deep breath then swiped his screen to accept the call. “Hey,” he greeted, bringing the phone to his ear. “You doing okay?” 

There was a pregnant pause for a moment before your airly laugh breathed down the line and Azriel’s throat began to close up at the sound. “I think I’ve greened out a little,” you giggled, almost painfully. “Everything is spinning and heavy and when I close my eyes, I get seasick… is that normal?” 

Az pursed his lips, biting back his own smile. The fact that you’d managed to text full sentences and then call him suggested you hadn’t greened out too badly. And by the light self-deprecating laugh at your own situation, he knew you weren’t falling in too deep of a hole. 

“It should pass soon, it shouldn't get worse than how you feel now. Where are you?” 

“I’m at home so I’m okay. I just didn’t know what was the best thing to help.” 

Azriel shouldn’t have let your words affect him the way they did. They shouldn’t have warmed his heart and sent it soaring in his chest. But in your slightly vulnerable predicament, out of everyone that smoked in your life and would understand, it was him that you called for advice. 

Not your friends, not your ex. Him. 

“Honestly? Food and water.”

Another pause of silence had Azriel thinking a bit too much again. If you were calling him for advice, this was likely your first time greening out, and he wondered if you’d even be able to handle making yourself food alone. 

After a moment of consideration, he spoke again. “Want me to stop by?” 

Azriel could hear your soft breath through the call. “Isn’t that crossing a line?” you asked in a gentle voice. 

He frowned, brows pinched. “What line?” 

“I’m your client, you’re my plug,” you reminded him, and something about it sent a sour taste to the back of his throat. 

“You’re my friend,” he offered. 

He wondered if you considered that or not, and by the pause of silence once more, he got his answer. 

“I am?” The soft tone of your question hurt him more than it should’ve. It shouldn’t have hurt him at all. 

“Am I not yours?” 

You were considering it, though. In your book, he was definitely your friend. He’d comforted you just a few nights ago after the fiasco with your sister's secret wedding, had bought you food and then… He’d kissed you. Or had you kissed him? 

You supposed he was your friend, but you didn’t think you meant anything more to him than being just another client. Clearly, you were wrong. 

“Yeah… I guess you are.” 

The corners of Azriel's lips tugged upward slightly. “Great, so send me your address and I’ll stop by with some food.”

Perhaps you should’ve told him no, that it truly wasn’t necessary and you could just pick at a couple of leftover cookies you’d baked yesterday. But you didn’t. You wanted to see him again, wondered so desperately if that kiss had meant anything at all… if it would happen again. 

“I have a spare set of keys in a security lock outside. The code is 4369, let yourself in.” 

You didn’t know how much time you had to try and sort yourself out before Azriel would arrive. But as hard as you tried, every time you raised your head you were met with an onslaught of nausea and dizziness. 

You spent around five minutes attempting to regulate your breathing to rid those feelings, but your body remained stomach down on the couch with your face squished against a pillow. 

If you could stomach the feeling of your eyes being closed for longer than five seconds at a time, you probably could’ve fallen asleep. But alas, the sound of a key entering the lock of your front door had your eyes widening a little further and heart stammering against your ribs. 

“Knock, knock.” Azriel’s voice dripped with honey as he spoke into the expanse of your open plan living-kitchen area. 

Though you couldn’t see him from your position, you could hear the faint rusting of a takeout bag in his hand as he closed the door quietly and kicked off his shoes at the door. 

You didn’t need to call out to him for Az to see you. Sprawled on the sofa, just off to his left, he grinned comically, ignoring the unfamiliar swell in his chest. His feet padded closer to the couch, settling the food on the coffee table and the smell of hot, fried chicken wafted through your senses. 

Azriel helping you sit up and handing you the same meal you ordered the last time you saw one another was a bit of a blur. But the second the food hit your tongue and your tastebuds exploded in delight, the nausea slowly dwindled from your senses. 

“You are my saviour,” you moaned around the food, eyes fluttering closed and none the wiser to Azriel’s growing blush. 

Sat in comfortable silence, Azriel didn’t want you to focus on anything other than feeling yourself again. Within a few minutes, you’d both finished your food and your face didn’t seem so sunken and pasty. 

Now, you looked wonderfully blitzed, skin a little brighter than before and a sparkling sheen to your bloodshot eyes. Yeah, you were out of the woods, your body warm and relaxed. 

“You feeling okay?” he finally managed to ask, shoving the last fry between his lips as you nodded at his question. 

“I feel perfectly baked now.” 

A laugh spluttered from his lips at your words as he wiped his scarred hands clean on a paper napkin. For the first time in the past twenty minutes, Az allowed his eyes to gaze across the expanse of your rather cosy living room. 

Soft, golden lighting that warmed the room, plants of varying shapes and colours tucked into every corner and crevice available. Mismatched furniture and draping vines. 

It was cute, all of it. Very you. The wall facing the couch was hidden beneath tall bookcases that were filled to the brim with every type of book he could imagine. Even with squinted eyes, he could make out a few familiar authors amongst your shelves. 

“Have you read all of those?” He threw his gaze to you, wonder and slight adoration in his eyes, though you were sure you imagined the latter. 

“Mhm,” you hummed around your drink. “Some more times than I can remember.” 

You watched him stand from the couch, his tall frame approaching your collection. He was dressed in black again – his simple jeans and sweater combo – and his hair was perfectly tousled and swept down his forehead. 

Eyes on him, his finger traced the spines of your beloved possessions, settling on one in particular that made your breath still in your chest. Azriel gently pulled it off the shelf, hazel eyes examining the near-pristine cover. 

“Careful,” your soft voice warned him. “It’s worth three grand.” 

Azriel’s eyes almost bulged from his head as he turned to you with the most bewildered expression you’d ever seen. It took every ounce of control not to burst into laughter. 

“What?”

“It’s 134 years old. I restored it the best I could. You should’ve seen it when I found it.” 

Azriel’s brows pulled into a confused frown. “Restored it?” 

“Yeah, that’s what I do for work.” 

When his frown didn’t ease, you cleared your throat to continue. “I work between an auction and a museum in the city. I find the old books and restore them, then sell them through the auction, or they go to the museum.” 

His once furrowed brows raised, his eyes darting back to the book in his hand as if he was inspecting the eighth wonder of the world. Azriel finally turned back to you with a smile that borderlined a smirk. 

“That’s actually pretty cool.” 

A satisfied yet sheepish smile found its way to your lips, cheeks warming under the intensity of his gaze. Azriel slid the book back onto the shelf and continued his observations. 

If you were being honest, it was a little too intimate for your liking. No one in your life had ever taken such interest in your books, not your friends or past lovers. It wasn’t like your love for books was much of a secret, but no one had taken the time to get to know them. 

To know your books was to know you. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Azriel was the person to do so. In the short time you’d known him, you realised he was full of surprises.

“What about you?” Your voice greeted his ears softly as you cleaned up the trash from your food. Azriel casted barely a look over his shoulder, eyes caught on your limited edition fantasy book set. A part of you begged to take Azriel’s attention off them. “What do you do for work?” 

That seemed to earn his full attention, causing him to turn to face you fully. With an amused smirk, he followed you a few feet into the open kitchen. “You know what I do for work.” 

Ah. 

“You don’t have anything…legal…to keep on the books?” 

He tried to hide his amusement at your words, but to no avail. Azriel’s smirk only grew and he found himself wondering if his answer might make you think differently of him. 

“If you wanna talk…legalities…then I’m an investor in the stock market.” 

It was your turn to hold the raised eyebrows – a look that Azriel was quick to mirror. “What?” He asked. “You don’t think I could work in stocks?” 

“Do you?” You pressed. 

Azriel’s grin widened slightly. “I do. And I’ll have you know that I’m very good at it.” 

You didn’t want nor need to know any more. You weren’t about to outright ask how much money he had, and if he told you out of his own desire, you were certain it would only make you feel like pure shit. 

Your apartment and belongings weren’t much but they were yours. Everything you had, you worked for. You could do without knowing how many thousands he had sitting pretty in his bank. 

Azriel noticed that distant look in your eyes and took a seat at your island. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable. And if he was being perfectly honest, it was appallingly refreshing to speak with a woman about his side-hustle without them swooning or prying for more details. 

And it appeared that it was only now that either of you were realising how different things were the last time you saw one another. When your lips pressed against his and he kissed you back with just as much want and vigour. 

As if remembering that searing moment, your face and chest began to warm. You were quick to turn away from him, needing a moment to compose yourself and the tight feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

You tried desperately to ignore the ache between your thighs at the memory, instead opting to focus your attention on the half empty box of cookies on the counter. Flipping the lid, you offered one to Azriel who took it without much prompting. 

“Tell me if I’m crossing a line, but if you make enough money investing in stocks, why do you still deal?” 

Azriel’s eyes fluttered closed as he took a bite out of the chocolate chip cookie, and you found your eyes zeroed in on the way his plump lips moved and his broad shoulders slacked slightly. 

His eyes opened to focus on yours. “These are incredible.” You offered a smile, waiting. “Dealing is what got me the money to be able to invest. Don’t get me wrong, I’m good at it, but I lost a lot to get where I am. Dealing is steady income for now. It’s not something I plan to do forever.”

You didn’t probe any further, satisfied with the answer he provided and not wanting to push your luck. Your eyes were drawn to his mouth again, flashes of memories littering your mind as your body warmed once more. 

Clearing your throat, you desperately tried to blink away the haziness he seemed to make you feel. 

“You can smoke out on the balcony, if you want.” 

Azriel finished the last of his cookie and leaned forward on the counter. “I didn’t bring anything.” 

Your head tilted slightly to the half-smoked joint on your counter, stubbed out and back in your open tin. “Smoke the rest of that. It’s too strong for me and I know your tolerance is higher than mine.”

Azriel laughed; hearty and rich and deep. It tickled up your spine and reached around your neck and jaw to tug the corners of your lips into a smile. The effect he had on you was growing to be a slight problem. 

“You wanna come? Fresh air will help.” 

He watched you pinch the joint and lighter from your tin and lead him through to your bedroom. It was decorated similarly to the rest of your apartment–twinkling fairy lights and books and plants–and out on the small balcony, you’d managed to cram a rattan loveseat and table with vines wrapped around the short iron guard rail. 

“Here.” You handed him the joint and lighter. “I’ll be back out, I’m just going to change.” 

Azriel sparked up the joint between his lips, taking a long drag as you returned to your room. The smoke hit the back of his throat sharply, almost knocking him sideways. Even he hadn’t smoked a joint this packed and strong in a while. It was no wonder you’d had a wobble with it. 

He took a seat on the rattan furniture, admiring the little view your balcony offered. The summer air kissed his skin, even as late as the evening was. The warmth of it had him shrugging off his sweater and throwing it over the table, taking another deep pull. 

If Azriel was honest, he was quite thankful for the moments reprieve from your presence. He needed to take a second to calm himself down. Az couldn’t remember the last time he partook in something like this with someone who wasn’t his brothers or their girls. 

This was more of a common thing with Nesta, smoking and eating together. Never Feyre, she always preferred a glass of wine, and occasionally Mor would smoke with him when she was passing through town. Never a random girl, never a new friend. 

But that moment's reprieve was ripped away far too quickly, because you were sauntering back onto the balcony and stealing the breath right from Azriel’s smoked lungs. 

He was fucked. Comepletly and utterly fucked. He’d never seen you look so relaxed, dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of mismatched socks. Your hair was thrown up lazily and stray pieces fell out to frame your face. 

Your legs, however, he couldn’t stop gawking. Soft skin and a whole lot of thigh. Azriel forced his gaze to your face again as you took a seat beside him on the loveseat, leaning your back on the armrest and bringing your knees up to your chest. 

Mother above, he could feel his cock begin to strain in his pants, his eyes begging to sweep your body once more to see what lay between your slightly parted legs. From his peripheral vision, he could see you cross your ankles, effectively shielding yourself.

But Azriel was good at reading people, and by the slight flush of your cheeks and the way your eyes grew more hooded by the second, he was more than certain you knew what you were doing and the affects your actions had on him. 

He took another pull of the joint. “You weren’t kidding,” he mumbled, “this shit is strong.” A bubbly laugh fell from your lips at the way his eyes squinted when the drug settled into his lungs. 

“I did warn you.” 

Azriel offered it to you, watching your inner turmoil as you weighed out your options until pinching it from his fingers. “One pull will be enough to keep me buzzed for the night.” 

He watched your lips thin as they clamped down on the roach. He watched your chest rise as your lungs filled with the thick tar until you pulled the joint from your lips and exhaled slowly. You handed it back to him, cutting yourself off completely for the night. 

Azriel took it between two pinched fingers, keeping his eyes on your slightly flushed face as he took another few drags before stuffing the cherry out in the ashtray. His gaze found purchase on your lips again as he mirrored your position on the loveseat, though Az didn’t tuck his knees to his chest. 

“Are we gonna talk about it?” He asked. 

You blinked at him, head tilted slightly to the left. “Talk about what?”

The way his taunting smirk grew made you shift uncomfortably. You had an inkling as to what he meant, but you hoped if you played dumb, he would drop it. Clearly not. 

“About the last time we saw each other.”

Yup. There it was. 

That familiar warmth spread across your face and chest again in waves of anxiety and embarrassment. You couldn’t handle this type of conversation right now. You were mortified enough as it was, you didn’t need to reminisce about your stupid mistake, nor the way he kissed you back as though his life depended on it. 

You let out a long sigh. “I was kind of hoping you’d forgotten about it.” 

Azriel quirked a brow. “Forget about it?” he asked. “You expected me to forget a kiss like that?” 

It felt like all the air had been completely sucked from your lungs. You could hardly breathe, struggling to string a coherent reply together. Azriel continued to smirk at you, bathing in the way he clearly made you feel. Like he was getting off on your flustered state. 

The state he put you in. 

“It’s been replaying in my head for days.” Azriel’s admission sent your mind into a frenzy. You had no idea what to do with that information or how it was supposed to make you feel. 

What you did know, was that familiar burning in the pit of your stomach, that daunting ache between your clenched thighs. And the way Azriel's eyes darkened and slowly traced the silhouette of your figure, you got the hint he felt the same way, too. 

“Yeah?” Your words came out as barely a whisper, lashes fluttering as the weed you’d just smoked began to settle into your bloodstream. 

Azriel inched a hand tentatively toward your ankle, the tips of his scarred fingers brushing against your cotton socks. The touch had your body keening for more, your legs twitching as he slowly wrapped a large hand around your lower leg. 

“Yeah,” he replied, almost breathless. 

He was testing the waters, desperate to get a feeler as to what you wanted from this interaction. Azriel watched you closely, cataloguing every response your body gave his touch. How goosebumps broke across the silky skin of your legs, how your cheeks flushed slightly and lashes fluttered at him. 

“Is that all you’ve been thinking about?” Your husky voice finally broke through the silence. Az raised a brow at your boldness. “Or do you let your mind wander to what else could’ve happened?” 

If it weren’t for the stifling warmth in the air, Azriel was sure he would’ve come in his pants from your words alone. Because he knew that meant you’d been letting your mind wander to something more. 

You allowed him to gently tug your leg down, resting the back of your calf across his thigh. Your covered cunt was surely exposed, but Az didn’t look. Not yet. A sneaky peek wouldn’t be enough to satiate the appetite he had grown for you. 

He needed to bathe and bask and bury himself in your scent. Mould his body to your body, meld his soul to your soul. Even then, he would never be able to feel you as closely as he craved. 

“You want me to tell you what places my mind has wandered to?” His eyes were glued to your mouth, watching as your tongue slid out to wet your lips before tugging the bottom one between your teeth. 

It was with a surge of complete arousal and haze that had you uttering, “I want you to show me.” 

Azriel’s lips were on yours not a moment later when he surged forward to trap your small frame beneath his large one on the loveseat. You could barely make sense of where you ended and Azriel began. 

His scarred hands cupped your face, his tongue massaging hotly against your own. Your legs had wrapped around his waist, ankles locked across his back to keep him close to you. 

It was unlike any kiss you’d experienced before. Passion and need and desire. Pure want and carnage. Like nothing could ever stop him from tasting you again. Like he was savouring every single piece of you. 

“If you want me to show you…” he muttered against your lips, “I suggest you let me take you inside.” 

You pulled away just enough for your noses to bump and make out a blurry picture of him before you. Swollen lips, mussed up hair that you hadn’t realised you’d been running your fingers through. 

“Worried someone might see?” You panted in a teasing tone. 

His eyes shadowed impossibly darker. “I don’t like to share.” 

Squirming beneath his thick body, your fingernails scraped across his broad shoulders, scratching at the cotton of his t-shirt. “It’s not sharing if they’re just watching.” 

Azriel nipped your bottom lip. “Well, I’m a greedy man, and I don’t want anyone else watching you come on my cock but me.”

A breathless moan tumbled off your tongue like hot honey, your eyes fluttering closed at the words he spoke. You hoped this was just the tip of the iceberg with him. Prayed that he was as filthy as he was gorgeous. 

Without another second to get lost in your thoughts, Azriel was gripping your hips, lifting you as he stood. Your legs around his waist tightened as your arms snaked to circle his neck. 

Even in the dark, he moved swiftly, settling your body onto your mattress without missing a beat. He crawled back between your thighs, the moonlight kissing his tanned skin through the cracks of your window. 

His lips were on yours again, searing and eager. Azriel poured every ounce of need and desire into it, massaging your tongue and licking against the roof of your mouth. He tasted like the cookies you’d baked, a hint of smoke and a tang of bud. 

It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. 

Your fingers tugged at the curled tendrils on the nape of his neck, ushering him impossibly closer. His body flattened atop yours, the grooves of his abs pressing deliciously against your stomach and chest. 

Gods, he was solid. Built like a fucking Greek God and your fingers itched to trace the delicate intricacies of his golden skin. 

“Azriel,” you panted against his lips. “If you don’t touch me right now I’m going to burst into flames.” 

A dry chuckle left his throat as he dragged his mouth across your jaw and down to your neck; kissing and licking and sucking. He nipped at a sensitive spot, begrudgingly tugging himself off your frame. 

Sitting on his knees between your open thighs, he was a fucking sight. His chest heaved as he took a breath, his eyes dark and hair an unruly mess. Excitement was getting the better of you. So much so that when his scarred fingers looped in the neck of his shirt and tugged it up, you all but foamed at the fucking mouth. 

An unexplainable sound squeaked from the back of your throat. He was fucking beautiful. His skin was flawless, abdomen toned with divots of muscle, and dark ink of swirls that adored his chest. 

You could physically feel your arousal seep from your cunt, could feel your clit throb in desperate need for him. You could hardly breathe, your lungs almost crushed by his sheer beauty. 

You could stare at him forever. 

“Are you going to be good for me?” His rugged voice broke you from your trance. You blinked at him. Once, twice. 

Gone was the flirtatious Azriel who once made you blush from teasing. Gone was the light warmth in his smile and cheeky glimmer in his eyes. 

The Azriel before you was cold now. Calculated. He oozed power and dominance and your pussy clenched in anticipation of the pleasure he might inflict on you. 

The Azriel before you held all the control. And you’d gladly surrender whatever you had left to offer. 

“Yes,” you whimpered in response. 

He didn’t reply. Not with words. Azriel’s large palms flattened on your inner thighs as he pried your legs further apart. The calluses of his marred fingers scratched at your silky skin as they inched closer and closer to your core. 

His fingertips grazed at the soaked fabric of your panties. “Look at you, pretty girl.” 

Your lashes fluttered closed, lips parted open, head rolled back. Gods, you wanted his voice on a loop in your brain for the rest of eternity. If he was going to continue talking, you wouldn’t last long. 

“Look at your dripping little cunt.”

You couldn’t hold in the whimper, nor the way you clenched on nothing—so desperate to be filled by him. 

“I’m going to take my time with you.” You knew it wasn’t a threat, but Christ did it sound like one. You were far too pent up to be touched in any way that wasn’t with a cock buried deep inside you. 

Foreplay could come next time, you’d let him spend hours devouring you if that was what he truly wanted. Not now, not when you were borderline going to sob. 

“Fuck me, Az.”

He stilled, eyes on you as his hands halted on your inner thighs. “Please,” you whimpered, “I need you to fuck me. You can do what you want to me next time.” 

Azriel cocked a brow, the familiar hint of him returning to his face for a brief moment. “You promise?” 

Neither of you allowed yourselves longer than a few brief moments to bask in the vow of a next time. Not when he ghosted his fingers across your cunt and you nodded your head quickly, desperately. 

“There’s condoms in the drawer.” Your words came out a breathless pant as Azriel’s toned body leaned over yours. He rifled through your nightstand, blindly reaching for a foil packet when his fingers grazed against something else. Something silicone.

His eyes found yours in the night, a mischievous glint that darkened his honeyed hazel iris’. Your lips parted. “What?” 

From your angle, you couldn’t see what he held in his hands. Not until Azriel leaned back on his knees between your parted thighs, and the moonlight bounced off the hot pink toy in his palm. 

Oh, fuck. 

Without breaking your gaze, Az gently stroked the tip of the six inch object against your panty-covered cunt. You were soaking through the fabric, your thighs trembling on either side of his legs. 

There was no way this was happening. No way he was going to–

“I think I wanna fuck you with this instead.” 

You couldn’t argue with him, couldn’t even muster a single word to leave your lips. No one had used a sex toy on you before, much less a fucking dildo. And yet here Azriel was, eager to please you in the dirtiest ways possible. Even if it denied him his own pleasure. 

“Az—“ 

He held his free hand in the air. 

“Let’s call it a compromise.” His tone suggested there was no room for argument. You clamped your lips shut and continued to take deep, ragged breaths through your nose. 

“If you’re a good girl with this toy, I’ll reward you with my cock later.” 

Later. As in, he wasn’t planning on making you come just once…

You nodded once more, vigorously. 

If it was down to Azriel he would’ve tied you up and taken his time with you anyway. He would’ve told you not to be a spoiled brat and to take whatever he gave you like a good girl. 

But he couldn’t do that, not yet. 

He couldn’t deprive you of the one thing you desperately wanted. But he could take away the thing to cause the most pleasure. Replace his cock with a toy. Watch you come all over it. And then ruin you until you creamed all over him and sobbed from overstimulation. 

Azriel’s cock leapt in the tight confinements of his pants. He was desperate to free himself, touch himself. Have you touch him. He’d imagined the feeling of your lips around his dick for days, let his mind wander to what you’d look like on your knees for him. 

He needed to be patient, he’d be able to stuff your throat full soon enough. He was sure of it. Then he’d let you sit on his tongue and suffocate him until you were both seeing stars. 

“Please, baby.” 

Your pleading voice broke him from his trance and Azriel wrapped two fingers around your panties and pulled them to the side, baring yourself to him. 

And what a sight you were. 

Swollen and soaked. Your pussy glistened under the moonlight, your hips rolling lazily as if trying to chase the touches he wouldn’t grant you. Az wanted nothing more than to bury his face in your warmth and stay there all fucking night. 

But he didn’t touch you, at least not with his own body and skin. Azriel motioned the toy to your heat, teasingly sliding through your slick folds to collect your arousal. You jolted at the sensation, shuddering beneath his looking touch. 

Azriel leaned over your body, one arm supporting his weight beside your head, the other coaxing the toy through your head, nudging the head against your pulsing clit. 

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on me, and you’re gonna imagine it’s my cock fucking your tight little pussy.” Your chest arched into his, nipples pearled beneath the thin fabric of your t-shirt. 

“Do you understand?” There he was again, that dominant and overpowering Azriel you saw just moments ago. 

You nodded, lips blubbering slightly. “Yes.” 

He cooed you softly, his head dipping down enough to brush his nose against yours. Azriel lined the dildo to your entrance, teasing your hole deliciously before gently pushing through your tightness. 

Your lips parted, brows knit as your body grew taut. His honey gaze dripped into yours, melding you to him as Azriel rolled his hips to mirror what he would do if he was the one fucking you. 

“Such a good girl, taking that cock.” 

Your eyes fluttered closed at his praise, head rolling back into the pillow until his weight shifted above you and a briefly sharp sting met the side of your cheek. Your eyes flew open again, wide and confused. 

Azriel looked down at you, his hand now gripping either side of your cheeks, his gaze much darker than before. 

“I told you to keep your pretty eyes on me.” And then he sheathed the toy deep in your cunt. 

A shriek of pleasure tore through your throat, hands reaching for the warm skin of Azriel’s shoulders. Your nails dragged across the muscles that rippled beneath your touch, scratching at the surface with a cry. 

“Fuck!” 

Azriel began with slow thrusts, allowing you a few brief moments to accumulate to the intrusion. Not much time, but enough. Because after the fourth thrust, he picked up the pace. 

The noises were obscene, your high pitched cries and moans and the squelching of the toy that fucked your sopping cunt. 

Everything was too intense to comprehend. The fullness you felt, the lack of control you possessed. And the way his eyes bore into yours, as though he was claiming your soul to melt with his own. He was hauntingly beautiful, even in his dark demeanour. 

In your hazy state, it looked like even the shadows curled around his figure. As though he was their master, too. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he praised. “Taking that cock like a good little girl.” 

His voice dripped with sex and arousal, and when he shifted his hips once more, you could feel the thick and solid bulge of his length in his trousers. You wanted nothing more than to feel it, taste it. 

You clamped tightly around the toy, dragging scratches and marks down Azriel’s golden skin. “Please let me come.” You had never begged to come before, had never even asked. But you felt no shame in pleading to the God above you for your release. 

You’d give him anything he wanted. 

Azriel’s own breath grew shaky, unready. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. You listened and complied immediately, eager to please him. 

He leaned closer, pinching your face harder before spitting into your mouth, onto your awaiting tongue. Then he was kissing you, biting you, claiming you. 

Your entire body felt like it burst into flames, hot fire licking at you from the inside out. You couldn’t breathe. Your entire being completely locked and consumed as you came around the toy with a frantic sob of his name. 

Azriel couldn’t cope, couldn’t handle the sound of his name on your lips as you came around something that wasn’t him. Every ounce of self control was crumbling down at the sight of you—of your eyes still fixed on his, your jaw slack and your supple body arching to meet his. 

He’d never seen anything so fucking sinful yet heavenly at the same time. Never felt so connected to someone without even touching them. He couldn’t take it, needed to touch you, feel you, taste you. 

Az pulled the toy from your pussy, dragging it up between your bodies as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. He held it to your mouth, and without command, your tongue swirled around the length of it, tasting your own release with your eyes still boring into his soul. 

And now he had an even more vivid image of what you’d look like sucking his cock. 

Before Azriel could get a taste for himself, that cursed blaring of his phone broke through the heaving silence. He didn’t hear it at first, not until it stole your attention from him. 

“Your phone,” you muttered breathlessly, barely coherent. 

Azriel dropped the toy to the side of the bed, his hands gentle on your body and face now. “Ignore it,” he breathed softly. 

His lips met yours in a taunting kiss, one so stark opposite to the way he’d treated you just moments ago. The versatility of this man was going to give you whiplash. 

But the phone blared again. And again. And suddenly, neither of you could ignore it anymore. His forehead rested against yours, a frustrated sigh tumbling off his lips. 

“You should go.”

He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to. 

“You don’t wanna come with me? Do some drop-offs?” He was tempting you, desperately wanting to spend more time in your presence, especially if it potentially ended like this again. 

You hummed, considering it. But your body was spent and the idea of being in his car and not being able to have your hands all over him at any moment you pleased sounded like torture. 

“Next time?” You posed it as a question, though the hope in Azriel’s eyes proved that he was more than happy to not only fuck you again, but to spend time with you, too. 

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “Mhm.”

He nosed at your cheek, planting a teasing open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, nosing back up to your ear. “You look fucking breathtaking when you come.” 

Your eyes fluttered closed when he pulled away, your thighs trembling as he knelt and then clambered off your bed. Azriel watched your spent body for a moment, the way your thighs rubbed together as you squirmed, no doubt still horny. 

It pained him to leave you like that, wanting more. But if he didn’t leave now, he likely never would. And that wasn’t something he could afford to do right now. 

So without another word, he bent down to press a kiss to your mouth, and then he left—still high on both the drugs and you. 

A/N: I can’t even put into words how excited I am for this to be back and to be writing this again!! I’m hoping to have 5 or 6 parts to this series and I have 90% of it planned out too!! Updates may be irregular as I do have a job and a child and a busy life but I will do my best. If you’d like to be added to the tag list, please send me an ask and I’ll get you added for future parts <3

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[inkedinshadows]

I decided to write for Kinktober and I'm really excited to experiment with smut and new characters as well! I have a fic planned for each day, and hopefully I will be able to write them all in time, so fingers crossed🤞🏻 (delusional thoughts of an ovulating girl)

I might make a specific kinktober tag list if someone is interested. Just let me know by leaving a comment on this post.

These will all be character x f!reader fics and mostly drabbles/short one-shot. Smut and language won't be included in the warnings because I think they're a given for kinktober.

The order of the fics might change at any moment since the current one is totally casual. Also, there's a possibility of a few themes/characters changing.

Blindfold — Azriel

Virginity loss — Cassian

Threesome — Tamlin, Lucien

Cockwarming — Rhysand

Shadow play — Azriel

Wing play — Cassian

Bondage — Azriel

Overstimulation — Eris

Temperature play (ice) — Rhysand

Foursome — Bat boys

Face fucking — Azriel

Hate fuck — Eris

Face sitting — Cassian

Outdoor sex — Lucien

Choking — Azriel

Degradation — Eris

Voyeurism — Tamlin, Rhysand

Spanking — Cassian

Praise — Rhysand

Toys — Azriel

Edging — Lucien

Drunk sex — Cassian

Food play — Tamlin

Exhibitionism — Eris

Mirror sex — Rhysand

Knife play — Azriel

Temperature play (wax/fire) — Eris

Breeding kink — Tamlin

Auralism (sound kink) — Rhysand

Deep throat — Cassian

Squirting — Lucien

[hellsenthero]

A Creature of the Night

Vampire!Azriel X Reader

Warnings: Smut (and a touch of blood.)

MASTERLIST

Azriel was quick to adjust to life as a vampire. For centuries, he lived his life, not happy, but content. Content in his knowledge that he was a creature of the night and nothing and no one could change that.

But then he met you.

And suddenly, Azriel hated what he was. He hated the danger he posed to you. He hated that he couldn't give you the things he wanted to in life. He hated that he was a monster, something so ugly and horrific compared to your gentle beauty. But what he hated the most was that you loved him through all of it. He hated it, and yet, he was an inherently selfish creature. Unless you said so, he wouldn't let go of you.

“I love you,” Azriel groaned as he thrust into you. You lay splayed out on the bed beneath him, legs wrapped around his hips and head thrown back in pleasure.

“Fuck, Az,” you cried. He groaned as your walls squeezed him even tighter. “Love you, fuck. Love you so much.”

“Fucking perfect,” Azriel admitted. His pace picked up. One hand grasped yours while the other propped himself up.

“Bite me,” you ordered.

Azriel slowed his thrusting. “No,” he groaned. “I can't. I'll hurt you.”

“No,” you answered. Your right hand came to grasp his cheek, urging him to look at you in the eyes. “You won't hurt me, Az.”

“You can't promise me that.” Azriel answered. He went to pull out but your legs held firm.

“I can.” You answer. A soft, beautiful smile bloomed across your face, and Azriel almost believed you. "You've done it before,"

"Once," Azriel cut in. "And I'm still not happy about it."

"And it didn't hurt," you finished. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he couldn't help but melt further into you. "You're pale, you need to feed." You thrust down on his cock, pulling a groan out from his clenched mouth. "Now's the perfect time. Don't you wanna taste me?"

"All the time," Azriel admitted.

"Then do it. Fuck me and bite me and fill me up as you drink from me." Your hips continued to move, bringing pleasure to the both of you. Slowly, Azriel begun to pick up his own pace once more.

"Do you realize what you're asking?" He asked.

"Yes, and I trust you."

"Fuck," Azriel groaned. He lowered his head to press a kiss to your lips, and then your cheek, and everywhere he could reach. "You're too perfect, too good for me." Azriel admitted between kisses.

"No," you argue back. You tilted your head back into the pillow, giving Azriel as much access to your neck as possible. "We're both good for each other, we're perfect for each other."

"I love you." You didn't have time to answer Azriel before he was biting into your neck. You cried out as you reached your climax. Your limbs fell lax from a mixture of pleasure and venom.

"Az," you moan. You moaned and cried and you didn't know if it was from the sensation of his cum coating your walls as he reached his own end, the sweet haze of a venom filled mind, or just the feeling of Azriel’s mouth on you, drinking you in. All you knew was that you were calm and happy and really fucking satisfied.

Azriel detached from you after one final taste of your blood. His lips were bloody, but you didn't care as you pulled him in for a kiss.

"How are you?" He asked after he finally pulled away from you.

"S' good," you slurred.

Azriel chuckled. "Yeah? I didn't hurt you?"

"No, didn' hurt. S' good, Az."

Azriel smiled. Leaning down, he licked up a stray drop of blood off of your neck, at the same time he pulled his cock out of you, pulling a groan from both of your chests.

"Happy now, needy thing?"

You laughed. "Yeah, you?"

Azriel's smile grew even wider. "Yeah, I'm happy," he pressed another kiss to your lips. "Really fucking happy."

[yourlittlebunnyy]

azriel masterlist

main masterlist

* means smut.

oneshot:

snow

Lover, wife, mate. Until he loses you.

kitty cat

Meow

broken

Y/n is the fourth Archeron sister and she seem to be the only one who can't forget what happened to her and her family.

headcanons:

taking care of you

eating you out*

sub!azriel*

sub!azriel and his shadows*

perv!azriel*

more perv!azriel*

drabbles:

size kink*

azriel's cock is pretty<3*

series:

a court of shadows and darkness - moodboard

Selaene, Rhysand's sister, Azriel's mate. She is young and inexperienced, and when the High Lord of Spring tries to kill her, she winnows and runs away. There's only a problem: she doesn't end up where she wanted. Will she find a way to get back to her family and her mate?

prequel

prequel

prequel

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

[solbaby7]

Masterlist

Last Updated: 2-1-25

REQUESTS OPEN — BLURB BAR CLOSED

ACOTAR

One Shots

Rhysand

Psychological Warfare

While the Cats are Away, the Mice will Play

Put On A Show

Win You Over

Enchantress

Look What You Made Me Do

Temptress

Stuck Like Glue

Heat of the Moment

Azriel

A Guy Who Takes His Time [ part 2 ] completed

Run

Wanting You, Wanting Me

Tripping Over You [ part 2 ]

Make You Feel Something [ part 2 ] completed

Life of the Party

Tainted

Jolene

Still Your Best [ part 2 ] [ bonus ] completed

Hollow

Blurred Lines [ part 2 ] [ part 3 ] [part 4 ] completed

Teach Me [ part 2 ] completed

Maneater

Calypso [ part 2 ] part 3 coming soon

Drifting Away [ part 2 ]

Good Enough To Eat

Since You Have A Lover

En Cognito

Cassian

Take What You Need

Killing Me Softly [ part 2 ] completed

Angels Like You

I Dare You

Forbidden Fruit [ part 2 ]

Sugar Kisses

•Eris

High For This

Multi-Parts

Rhysand

shy!reader mini-series

summary: Poor Illyrian baby Rhys really needs a massage

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] completed

Azriel

summary: You wander somewhere you don't belong; don't get caught

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] part three coming soon

Cassian

summary: Cassian's been busy and you get his attention no matter how toxic the tactics may be

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] completed

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CRESCENT CITY

coming soon

The Fourth Wing

coming soon

[utterlyotterlyx]

Masterlist

Updated on - 20.05.24

Requests are currently closed whilst I work through the requests on my list🫶🏻

Series and Multi-Parts

A Fate Inked In Starlight - Ongoing

Eris x Fem!Reader x Azriel

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight (coming soon!!)

When I Kissed The Teacher - Ongoing

Azriel x Teacher!Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Another Love - Complete

Azriel x Fem!Reader and Eris x Fem!Reader (Intermission)

Original Alternate Ending Intermission

New Pages - Paused

Modern!Az x Fem!Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

The Fox and The Fawn - Ongoing

HighLord!Eris x Rhys!Sister!Reader x Azriel

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve (Coming Soon)

One Shots and Drabbles

Eris

Wicked Game

Eris x CassianSister!Reader

Here

Dark Paradise

Eris x DayCourt!Reader

Here

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

Modern!Eris x Reader

Here

Lost In The Fire

Eris x Fem!Reader

Here

Azriel

My Tears Are Becoming a Sea

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Constellations

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Darkest Hour

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Work Song

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Reckless

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Moth To A Flame

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Worthy

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Say Yes To Heaven

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Little Thing

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Sparks

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Sweet Creature

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

In This Shirt

Azriel x Rhys!Sister!Reader

Here

Shine

Azriel x Fem!Reader - SMUT

Here

You Are My Shelter

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Here

Cassian

Skin and Bones

Cassian x Fem!Reader

Here

White Flag

Cassian x Rhys!Sister Reader

Here

These Hallowed Halls

Cassian x Fem!Reader

Here

Arsonist's Lullaby

Cassian x Fem!Reader

Here

Helion

Precious Gifts

Helion x Fem!Reader

Here

Crescent City

Ruhn

10:35

Ruhn x Reader

Here

Upcoming

When I Kissed The Teacher Part 5

A Fate Inked In Starlight Part 8

'These Hallowed Halls' - Unnamed Eris version

Unnamed 'Princess of Hybern' Fic - Azriel x Reader pairing

[tarotsoul]

Smoke & Light — Series Masterlist [Plug!Azriel]

𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙆𝙀 & 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

SUMMARY: Azriel is a well known dealer with top quality bud. He has clients from all walks of life… but his newest, he can’t seem to get enough of.

WARNINGS: This series includes heavy mentions and descriptions of drugs. Azriel is a drug dealer so please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. Includes swearing, sexual themes and content, mentions of blood and weapons, illegal activities.

PAIRING: Plug!Azriel x Reader

STATUS: Ongoing

Main Masterlist

Part One 𖤓

Your ex-boyfriend gives you his dealers number, but you don’t expect for him to be so fine. And you certainly don’t expect him to be so goddamn flirty. (9.9k)

Part Two 𖤓

A run in with the cops is another reminder of the horrors Azriel faced through his childhood. Maybe one day he’ll open up about it, but not today. Today, he's solely focussed on helping you out of a bad trip. (8.2k) (Coming soon!)

Part Three 𖤓

TBD

Part Four 𖤓

TBD

Part Five

TBD

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[inkedinshadows]

ACOTAR Masterlist

Requests: open

Last update: 04/09/2025

Prompt List • Current WIPs

Fic recs: @readinshadows || Other fandoms: @yennishadows

Hello and welcome 🌸 I'm Yennifer, but you can call me Yenni or Yen! English is not my first language, so sorry if there are little mistakes in my fics. At the moment I write mostly for Azriel, but I'm planning on writing for more characters. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here and if you want to chat, I'm always up for it 🩷

💖 --- > Fluff

❤️‍🩹 --- > Angst

❤️‍🔥 --- > NSFW

🌼 --- > personal favorite

Azriel

A Helping Hand ❤️‍🩹🌼 (completed)

The bond snapped for Azriel the moment he saw her, thrown into the Cauldron with Elain and Nesta. Now, he wants to help her as she struggles to cope with what happened.

Echoes of the Bond 💖❤️‍🩹 - part 2

Where You Belong 💖 - part 3

Unraveling Truths ❤️‍🔥 - bonus scene

What Truly Matters ❤️‍🩹

After the war, Y/N has fallen into an unhealthy routine of training and pushing everyone away. But Azriel had enough of it and wants to know why she’s doing it.

Nights and Days ❤️‍🔥🌼

Azriel and Y/N are on a mission in Illyria, but while they go from one camp to another, they're caught in a snow blizzard and are forced to find shelter in the closest inn. Thanks to the shadowsinger, there's only one bed.

Little Rainbow 💖🌼

When you can’t comfort your baby daughter, you bring her to her dad, who always manages to calm her down.

Play It For Me 💖

You hear music coming from somewhere in the house, and when you go to investigate, you find something completely unexpected.

Until the Last Breath ❤️‍🩹🌼

Azriel is injured in battle. Badly. You try everything you can to save your mate, but sometimes, it might still not be enough.

Lost in Submission ❤️‍🔥

After you spend all day teasing Azriel, he grows very needy and very eager to be alone with you.

Double-edged Desires ❤️‍🔥

Azriel and Eris find themselves having to share a mate, and being away during the mating frenzy is never easy. For any one of you.

Lazy Mornings 💖

Azriel really loves to wake up next to you.

Red or Black 💖

Cassian insists on helping his sister out when she needs to choose an outfit for a date.

Random Azriel headcanons

Kinktober 2024 (multi-character)

Azriel Appreciation Week 2024

Acotar Gift Exchange 2024 (Elriel)

1k Celebration (ft. Cassian & Eris)

SJM x Reader Week 2025 (multi-character)

Lovely dividers (here and in my posts) by @cafekitsune [specified where otherwise]

[helvegen-s]

Rage, rage | index

masterlist

Pairing: Azriel x Hybern!Princess!OC

Summary: Nimue was a gift for the King of Hybern. His shining jewel, the perfect heir. However, she is clear about who the villain of the story is. When she saves her father's enemies from a tragic end, she realizes that now it's the Cauldron who has a gift for her: a mate.

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[yourlittlebunnyy]

ACOTAR

tamlin

azriel

eris

kallias

lucien

elain/amren/nyx soon

my request are open!

currently I'm writing for acotar, obx, cod -> im open to new fandoms maybe we'll see what the future reserves for us ahah

i also have rules about requests.

-please dont ask me to write weird stuff (ex. pedophilia, rape,...).

-it takes time to write! please don't be mad if i take my time.

find me on wattpad!

[velarisdusk]

Updates with each new fic, so this will grow steadily. Enjoy! :) most of my content is 18+, mdni

Current Event: 1k Follower Celebration! (currently closed, will reopen when i finish the reqs i've received)

here's what i've got in the works! (as of 03/23/25)

Breaking the Ice — complete Hockey AU | Multicharacter x Reader | Smut | 70k words

Velvet Whispers, Midnight Truths — ongoing Azriel x Reader, Eris x Reader | Smut | 15k words

Wings of Illyria — ongoing Band AU | Azriel x Reader | Insinuated Smut | 3.2k words

Beneath the Vines Lucien x Reader | Smut | 6.7k words read here or on AO3

Seeking refuge from court politics in a secluded part of the forest, Lucien meets a female from the Summer Court searching for a hidden spring. He offers to guide her, but their journey takes an unexpected turn when he comes into contact with a mysterious pollen...

Shadows at Twilight Nesta & Azriel | Angst | 2.3k words read here or on AO3

Azriel and Nesta's Thursday night smoke sessions become a lifeline. As tensions rise, the fragile balance they've been trying to maintain begins to falter.

Cursed Flame Eris x Reader | Smut | 8k words read here or on AO3

When Eris Vanserra, heir to the Autumn Court, stumbles into a healer's shop under a mysterious curse, it sets off a chain of events neither could have anticipated. As the skilled healer works to unravel the dark magic threatening his life, tension and attraction crackle between them.

The Hand That Holds Azriel x Reader | Smut | 5k words read here or on AO3

You and Azriel visit a bakery in Velaris, but tension rises when your ex-boyfriend tries to provoke him.

No Room for Error Azriel x Reader | Smut | 1.5k words read here or on AO3

Your heated argument with Azriel during a mission turns into an unexpected, yet not first-time, encounter in a broom closet.

Something Precious Azriel x Reader | Fluff | 1.2k words read here or on AO3

Azriel has always been steady, unwavering—but the way you look at him makes something shift. Small moments, fleeting words, a tension neither of you acknowledge… until it’s impossible for him to ignore.

Rushing or Dragging Drummer Azriel | Angst | 300 words read here or on AO3

Consumed by self-doubt, a driven Azriel pushes himself to the brink in a relentless pursuit of perfection, trapped in an endless cycle of practice and pain.

Held by a Whisper Tamlin x Reader | Angst | 900 words read here or on AO3

In his final moments, Tamlin grapples with pain and regret as you desperately try to save him. He faces the inevitable with a heart full of unspoken words.

Moonlit Waltz Rhysand x Reader | Fluff | 400 words read here or on AO3

Amidst the festivities of the city, you and Rhysand share a quiet dance in the moonlight, surrounded by the magic of the night and the warmth of each other’s gaze.

Night Watch Azriel x Reader | Fluff | 400 words read here or on AO3

Your baby is crying in the middle of the night (as they tend to do), but with Azriel, there's no need to stress.

Current Event: The Apothecary (1k Follower Celebration!)

Coming Up: SJM x Reader Week (05/04 - 05/10)

Complete: Kinktober 2024

[roseodelle]

The Apparition - Eris x Reader Drabble

Summary: Eris grieves you for 500 years. When the cauldron is left unguarded after the second war with Hybern, he makes the decision to bring you back.

Word Count: 980

Warnings: Angst

Masterlist

He thinks of you constantly. He sees your face in every dream and every nightmare. He imagines you by his side nearly every moment. Sometimes he can almost feel you. His need for you is visceral enough to induce hallucinations; he yearns for you to brush his hair away from his face. To hear you whisper sweet words in his ear as you wipe away his tears and blood. Murmer your advice and share your wrath with him. 

Your death plays on repeat in his mind, a torture that cannot be compared. Beron could whip him and gag him. Chain him and leave him hanging for days. Beat him until he’s moments away from death. Burn him and heal him, just to burn him some more. But the punishments of his father are nothing compared to the memory of your broken body. Your throat torn open, and your still beating heart ripped from your chest. Your body bleeding and mutilated in his arms. The bond in his chest, the cord that attached his soul to yours, suddenly absent.

Your blood still stains his hands. His clothing. He can still see it, smell it, and feel it, no matter how often he bathes. No matter how much time passes, he’s haunted by your memory. He sees you in his peripheral, a beautiful apparition there only for him. Five hundred years, and he still cries your name. On the better days, he thinks of only the good. Of your secret meetings—the long nights and early mornings. Your laughter, your beautiful voice, your soft skin, and your tired eyes. Your perfect body and your smooth hands drawing patterns on his heated skin. Sweet cries, shaky breaths, and pleasured moans. 

You were his for just one hundred years. It was nothing, a fleeting second in time compared to the rest of his long and miserable life. But he relives that century with every breath he takes. On bad days, he curses you. How dare you do this to him? Share your soul with him, call him yours, sing to him, beg for him, and live for him. The promises you’d forced from him, the bargains you’d made with him are the only reason he still breathes. The only reason he still lives. If it weren’t for those damned promises, he’d of followed you. Thrown himself onto that pire with you, allowed himself to become ash beside you.

But you were a dreamer, and you’d seen greatness in him. You knew that one day, Eris would become the worthy High Lord of Autumn. You knew that he would be a merciful ruler. And you knew, somehow, that there was a chance you wouldn’t be there to see it. So you made him promise that, should that day come, he’d continue without you. That he’d rise when that time came and become what he needed to be. At the time, the possibility of such a vow coming to fruition was so minimal, so impossible, that he’d foolishly agreed.

He’s regretted that promise for five hundred years. Half a millennia without you, and somehow he still breathes. He carries you with him, your scattered ashes, an always present companionship. With every swipe of his sword and every jab of his dagger, you take life alongside him. You rest in the heavy ring on his finger. You were his best-kept secret in life and continued to be so in death. 

The thought of you is debilitating these days. It was during the first war against Hybern that you were taken from him. Safe across the battlefield, outside of the bloodshed. Healing those who were wounded. You’d been so scared for him. It’d been his first real battle, and your greatest fear was losing him. He’d held you in his arms just the night before. Soothed your worries and loved away your fears. He’d been so confident, so ready to take lives and revel in the throw of battle. You were supposed to be safe. Tucked away with the rest of the healers. He was wrong.

Now, as he readies himself for another battle against Hybern, he sees your near transparent figure. You sit gracefully ahead of him, your hair a halo around your beautiful face. Your precious, empty eyes watch as he sharpens his sword. You’re not there, really. You never had been. But still, he finds peace in you. 

On the battlefield once again, he takes life after life with ease. He fights with anger and compounding grief. And when it’s over, when Hybern is dead and he slaughters the last soldier in his way, he finds the cauldron. 

The High Lords and their inner circles surround the downed body of Rhysand. Feyre screams, her cries an echo of the pain he still feels from the loss of his own mate. And though many surround the all powerful cauldron, not an eye rests upon it. He sheathes his sword, fingers finding the ring upon his finger. Your ashes set into the sacred stone. It could work.

He doesn’t allow himself another second to debate the thought, winnowing immediately, just a few feet away from the cauldron. He spares no glance to the powerful Lords among him, to the wounded seconds in command and loyal servants. He takes quick, long strides forward, eyes straight ahead. He’s been noticed, he knows, as he hears a sharp “What are you doing?” from behind him. He quickens, opting instead to winnow once more. He quickly twists the ring off of his finger, casting it into the blessed black water.

“Eris, no!”

“What did you just do?”

Chaos erupts around him. He’s tackled to the ground, torn from the cauldron, but they were too slow. A crazed smile rests upon his lips as the cauldron boils, acrid smoke wisping from the darkness. He’s bringing you home, damned the consequences.

[the-darkestminds]

Hi I'm Julia! I mostly write azris. All of my work is on AO3 here. Behold! My stuff:

Azris

Autumn's Shadow | WIP (29/?)

A covert meeting between Azriel and Eris to exchange valuable intel leaves Azriel reeling—and questioning everything he has ever felt for the Heir of Autumn. Azriel finds himself inexorably drawn to Eris, unable to resist his captivating allure. With the threat of Koschei and Beron looming ever closer, can their forbidden love endure in the face of such danger?

Remind Me Where The Light Is | WIP (5/14)

Two years after the Autumn Court’s defection to the Loyalist cause, Azriel of Illyria is sent on a dangerous mission under orders from the High Lord of Night. His objective: meet with a secret contact within Hybern’s ranks and secure critical intel to shift the tide of war. What Azriel doesn't anticipate is the contact's true identity—Eris Vanserra, his sworn nemesis and Heir to an enemy Court.

Bound by duty and forced into an uneasy alliance, Azriel and Eris must navigate the deadly politics of war while grappling with the unexpected passion simmering between them.

He Comes At Night | Series | (2/2)

all and then most of you

Azriel seeks out the Autumn male for comfort.

some and now none of you

Eris summons the Night male for comfort.

May The Shadows Carry You Home | Oneshot

Eris recalls a memory with Azriel.

Feysand

Rhysand Is The Most Handsome High Lord | WIP (2/?)

Feyre puts her shapeshifting powers to good use.

Ongoing smutty series of Feyre and Rhysand abusing their daemati and shifting powers.

Elucien

It's Just A Burning Memory | Oneshot

Elain and Lucien find healing and comfort in each other's arms.

Eris x OC | Gen Eris

His Father's Son | Eris x Liam | Oneshot

Lonely and struggling to navigate life in the Forest House, Eris Vanserra finds a friend in Liam, a lord’s son whose father works closely with the High Lord. Love blossoms between them as they explore their connection, along with the weight of the expectations placed on them by their fathers. When a devastating betrayal leads to tragedy, Eris learns for the first time what it means to be his father’s son.

Desolate Autumn | Eris & Lucien | Oneshot

Eris Vanserra refuses to kill Lucien's lover, Jesminda, at the request of his father, and faces severe punishment. Lucien flees the Autumn Court.

A Dying Flame | Eris | Oneshot

Eris Vanserra is forced to watch as his youngest brother Lucien is tormented by Amarantha under the mountain.