#ft. azriel.

[duskandcobalt]

No Body, No Crime

With the help of some super special flowers and a super special spymaster, Elain gets revenge on one Tomas Mandray.

A/N: Happy Halloween 👻 Please note this is unedited and so unserious and it was a way for me to explore Elain's darkside. That being said, she does commit pre-meditated murder in this so if that's not your vibe, please look away.

Otherwise... ENJOY XX

2.8k words, no major warnings.

Read on AO3

The only time Elain ever donned gardening gloves was while tending to an inconspicuous patch of bright purple flowers hidden amongst other flora in an overgrown section at the very back corner of her garden that no one, particularly her little nephew, ever ventured near.

She spent months kneeling in the damp dirt - carefully planting, watering, and pruning to ensure that the pretty, violet flowers flourished and were ready to be harvested just in time for what she had planned. The flowers had grown tall, and its petals - vibrant and round - were clustered in a way that made each grouping resemble small, purple bells attached to the green stem of the plant. 

Elain had cut the flowers, quietly wrapping them in a damp towel and pocketing them in her apron until everyone else had gone to bed. Then, when the house was silent and the moon was bright in the sky, she would gather the cut flowers and tiptoe down the stairs and out to the garden, slipping into her beloved shed where she’d light a few small candles and set to work. 

Hours were spent there, only the flickering candles and the moon illuminating the balmy shed, as she methodically picked apart the flowers and diligently pulverized the petals into a fine, dark powder - just as the woman who had discreetly sold her the seeds had instructed.

After a few nights of harvesting, Elain lifted the small glass vial that she stored in the bodice of her dress and realised that she’d finally managed to fill it to the brim. A sure sign that it was time to enact the final part of her plan.

It was a plan that had formed shortly after an intimate conversation with her eldest sister in which Nesta had confided in Elain something that had happened to her years earlier, when she’d been seeing that woodcutter’s son back when they were human. It had made Elain sick to her stomach and she hadn’t been able to get the image of what her sister had experienced out of her mind. 

At first, Elain had only wanted to take a glimpse at him. To see what his life was like now. But that curiosity had grown into anger when she learned that he hadn’t changed at all. That he’d since done to other girls what he’d tried to do to Nesta. 

From the second he’d taken a look at Elain and she’d seen that same hunger in his eyes that Nesta had described, she knew what had to be done and she knew that she had to be the one to do it. There was a lot Elain had once thought herself incapable of doing but she’d since discovered that there was little she wouldn’t do when it came to protecting her sisters who had always stood by her.

… 

Elain twisted from where she sat at a wrought iron table in the garden to face Azriel. 

As he tended to do when he was in town, the Shadowsinger had been quietly keeping her company as she drank her afternoon tea. He was laying out on a patch of grass a few feet away from her, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun on his wings. His eyes were closed, fingers drumming against his leather clad thighs as he hummed softly to himself. There was a stack of papers next to him that were long abandoned in favor of a rare moment of rest.

“Would you come somewhere with me tonight?” Elain asked.

Azriel ceased his humming and slowly opened his eyes at the sound of her voice, propping himself up on his elbows so he could see her properly. His eyebrows were slightly raised as he silently waited for her to provide more information.

“I can’t tell you all the details,” she started, absentmindedly picking at her nails. “But I’ve been seeing someone.” 

She didn’t miss the faintest hint of a scowl that appeared on his face for just a split second before it was replaced with his usual calm expression. She fought back the satisfaction that threatened to manifest as a smile on her lips at the thought of him being jealous at the mention of her simply entertaining anyone else. 

“Who is it?” Azriel asked, voice completely even. She knew him well enough to know that he was merely feigning disinterest. 

“I can’t tell you,” Elain shook her head, taking one last sip of tea. “Will you come or not?”

She did her best to keep her expression neutral as he sat up straight and studied her face. Her cheeks threatened to burn under the intensity of his gaze but she refused to let colour rise to the surface. 

“Will you go even if I say no?”

“Yes,” she nodded without hesitation because she would. She would do this all on her own if she had to but she wanted him there… just in case.

“Well then,” Azriel exhaled a long, drawn out breath. His thumb and index finger pressed against the bridge of his nose. It was an action she’d seen from him often though she wasn’t typically the cause. “I suppose I’ll come.”

“Good,” she dipped her chin in thanks. “Meet me behind the garden shed just after sunset. Don’t tell anyone.” 

“Elain… what are you-”

“Don’t.” She stood, picking up her tea cup and fixing with him a stern look. “No questions just yet. I’ll see you tonight.” 

… 

Azriel stared at her, blinking like an idiot because he couldn’t seem to comprehend what she’d just told him seconds after he’d met her behind the garden shed that evening. 

Human realm. Winnowing. 

Winnowing. 

Elain could winnow?

“There’s a lot of things about me that even you haven’t figured out just yet, Spymaster.” She shrugged. 

He couldn’t fathom how nonchalant she was about this. She’d just informed him that she was able to winnow them to the human realm within the hour. The way she said it so casually, as if she was telling him about a trip to the local market, had him gaping at her in some combination of respect and fear. 

“The Cauldron must’ve really loved you.” He chuckled, at a loss for anything else to say. “My shadows can’t even take me that far, that quickly.” 

Elain didn’t reply, only smirked as she extended a delicate hand. 

Azriel’s breath swept out from under him as he took her hand and was immediately dropped into an icy plunge that was eerily similar to how he traveled. 

She wasn’t winnowing. She was shadow walking… and she was doing it at an unprecedented speed. 

His knees buckled under the impact of his boots slamming into the ground as they emerged from the shadows a few moments later. Elain was right next to him, her feet landing softly on the ground making him look like an absolute amateur compared to her. 

“Incredible,” he turned towards her, awe audible in his voice and visible in his eyes. “How long have you been able to do that?” 

“A few months now,” Elain offered him a coy smile. “I practiced with Nuala a few times and then I started seeing how far I could go and how quickly. It’s how I’ve been coming here once a week for the past couple of months without anyone catching on. Even you.”

Azriel looked around, taking in his surroundings. 

They were on the bloody continent, somewhere near the outskirts of the village where the Archeron sisters had grown up. 

“Come,” she beckoned him, already making her way down a gravel path. 

He followed her silently, his shadows darting out ahead of both of them to scout for any trouble. 

“Where are we going?” He asked when she stopped suddenly and turned to the right, moving towards a small, nondescript cabin that he didn’t recognise. It was tucked in between a dense grouping of trees, blending into its surroundings so easily. If it hadn’t been for the soft candle light illuminating the two small windows on either side of the arched wooden door, it would most likely be imperceivable even by moonlight. 

“Azriel,” Elain’s voice dropped to a whisper, her hand landing on his leather covered chest as she pushed him behind a nearby tree. “Do you trust me?” 

“Oh gods, Elain.” He groaned. “What have you done?”

“I haven’t done anything… yet.” His eyes tracked the movement of her throat as she swallowed. It was the first and only sign of nervousness that she’d shown so far. “Do you trust me?” She asked again.

He dipped his chin, eyes searching hers for some sort of a clue as to what she was up to. He’d known this wouldn’t be just a casual night out when she’d met him behind the garden shed dressed in a plain dress and a dark cloak instead of the pretty gowns and coats she usually favoured.

“I need you to come inside that cabin with me but you must mask yourself in your shadows. He cannot know you’re here.”

Azriel opened his mouth to ask another question but she silenced him by leaning in closer, her palm pressed flush against his chest now.

“You cannot interfere with anything… until I beckon you, unless I ask for your help. I only want you to wait. No matter what he does.”

“I really don’t like the sound of this,” his forehead creased in concern.

“I can handle myself.” Elain pushed her shoulders back, standing up a bit straighter. Her palm still pressed hard against his leathers, the tough material giving slightly under the pressure of her nails. “But I’ll need your help… after.”

After. 

“I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this.”

Her fingers finally moved from his chest, traveling up his neck until his chin was in between her thumb and forefinger. She tilted his face until his eyes met hers. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” Azriel whispered, unable to move his eyes from hers. 

He couldn’t breathe when she looked at him like that, couldn’t breathe with her hands on him. He definitely couldn’t breathe when she raised up to her tiptoes and her lips gently brushed his cheek. 

… 

Azriel was nothing but a cloud of darkness, blending into the night and then blending into the dark corners of the cabin once they were inside. It was easy for him to do this, slip into this role with which he was all too familiar. He’d disappeared into the shadows more times than he could count for work. Had watched from corners until it was time to attack. What didn’t come easily was having to watch Elain without having any idea what she was doing or why.

He watched as Elain spoke in hushed whispers to the man that had opened the door and ushered them in. 

Tomas, she had called him. 

He was tall, only a couple inches shorter than Azriel. His hair was a shade lighter than Elains and cut short. There was something off about him, something wrong about the way he moved, something sinister about the way he watched Elain through icy blue eyes as he looked at her from across a small table. 

They spoke for twenty minutes before Elain pulled out a bottle of wine and poured it into the two glasses balanced on the rickety table. Twenty minutes of flirtatious conversation that had an angry heat pricking at the back of Azriel’s neck.

He knew something was up. Knew Elain wouldn’t drag him along just to watch as she had her way with some human man. He knew there was an ulterior motive here and going off her earlier comments, he had a pretty good idea of what was to come. Still, watching her interact with someone else in that way was utter torture.

“Trying to get me drunk, Archeron?” Azriel couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the comment.

“I just thought it might help me, you know… relax, a bit.” Elain’s voice was shy, coy… girlish. There was no trace of the female he’d spoken to just moments ago. The one that had pushed him up against a tree and held his eye until he knew not to disrupt her plan. The one that had secretly been learning how to shadow walk unbeknownst to him. 

Azriel’s stomach turned at the insinuation in her reply. 

The knot in his stomach only grew as he watched her stand and make her way to the other side of the table, slotting herself in between Tomas’ knees. 

The graze of Tomas’ hands on her hips, the rough way he pulled her onto his lap - the possessiveness of his touch. It was all wrong. Azriel’s grip on his shadows was hanging by a thread but he’d promised her he wouldn’t interfere. She had told him she could handle herself.

After all, how many times had she confided in him her frustration over the way she was treated. How she felt that she was always coddled. How many times had she told him that her one desire was to be treated as an adult - to be left to make her own decisions, her own mistakes. 

Feyre’s the youngest, she’d told him once. Yet it’s me that’s always been treated as the baby of the family. 

Azriel wouldn’t add to that frustration. She’d trusted him enough to ask him to come along and he’d wait until she called for him or until he thought it absolutely necessary to intervene. 

So he watched, fists clenched tightly at his sides as Elain straddled Tomas’s lap and ran her hands up his chest. That low, burning sensation at the back of his neck threatened to combust into flames as Tomas’ hands settled on her thighs, his hips rocking up towards her. 

Azriel watched as Elain reached behind Tomas for a glass. He watched as she tipped wine into Tomas’ mouth. As he watched her thumb swipe his lip, every inch of him itched to put a stop to this. He might’ve finally interfered when Tomas’ roving hands made their way under Elain’s skirt to grope at her thighs, might’ve finally let his shadows wrap around those filthy hands and neck at the way she’d winced at his touch if Elain hadn’t looked directly at the corner she knew Azriel occupied and held up one finger, reminding him to wait. 

He wrangled every bit of self control in his body and did as instructed. He waited and watched as Elain stayed perched on the lap of this stranger, as she stopped those hands from moving further up her thighs, urging him to go slow.

We’ve got all night, she told him.

Azriel waited. Seconds dragged into minutes. Minutes stretched into what felt like a full hour but realistically, could’ve only been a moment.  Azriel waited, shadows clinging tighter to his body until finally Tomas’ body tensed and his hands slipped from under Elain’s skirts, abandoning her hips and thighs in favour of his own throat. Azriel watched as he gasped for air… watched as Tomas’ bloodshot eyes looked up at Elain. 

“What have you done?” Tomas gasped, words fighting their way out while his hands clawed at his throat as he tried and failed to get air into his lungs.

Elain kept her eyes on him as the life drained out of him, didn’t look away until she was sure he was drawing his last breaths. 

“No one,” she started. “No one touches my sister without her consent.” 

It clicked for Azriel, then… who this man was, what this was about. A late night conversation he’d had with Cassian sprung to mind. One they’d had early on, back when Nesta and Elain were still human and Cassian had been complaining about the headstrong, eldest Archeron and trying to work out why she was the way she was. Azriel remembered Cassian saying that he thought something had happened to her, that she’d insinuated someone trying to harm her.

A dark feeling seeped into every inch of the Shadowsinger as he watched the scene in front of him. At this man that had hurt Nesta. This man that had hurt his friend. 

He didn’t know all the facts. Didn’t need to know what had happened. It was clear that Elain did and if she felt that this is what was deserved, then he was more than inclined to agree. 

When Tomas had gone completely still, when his face had drained of colour, only then did Elain look towards Azriel again. 

He dropped his shadows at the crook of her finger, stepping out into the candlelight towards her. 

“I’m assuming you know how to get rid of a body…” Elain whispered, only the slightest tremble to her voice as she climbed off the man’s lap and stepped towards Azriel. She wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head against his chest. 

He welcomed her in, one scarred hand tangling in her hair as the other settled against her back, holding her close to him as he nodded. He knew just what to do. “There won’t even be a body to hide.”

[ofanswereddreams]

@meaercies sent “ it's the third nightmare this week. are you sure everything's okay? “

The shadowy night that was only minutes ago emanating from Rhysand's very soul is now wafting away as if on a night breeze. Azriel bursting into his room sent it effectively scattering away, and now Rhys finds his heart rate returning to a normal pace. When Azriel voices the question, his voice gentle and quiet, Rhys doesn't bother to lift his head from his hands and just shakes it silently instead. He's not sure he can face his brother right now. There are so many thoughts all jumbled in his head, along with memories that are all too fresh. It's been a month since he and the rest of Prythian's ruling class escaped from Under the Mountain. Shouldn't he be healing? Showing progress? Instead, the nightmares continue to plague him.

He can sense that Azriel hasn't left the room yet, so finally he raises his head and swings his legs over the side of the bed. "I... I don't know," he finally admits. His eyes shift behind Azriel's shoulder to the empty hallway. The Illyrian cabin they're staying in isn't that large, so he assumes Cassian is still at the village tavern or out flying off the day's frustration. "Did you ever have nightmares? After you came to Windhaven?"

[denouemente]

he so clearly remembers a time, not very long ago, when he never imagined he would have children. he remembers confidently telling cassian that it didn't even matter when he asked if he wanted them! azriel can't even imagine a life where that answer would ever leave his lips now. finding out @homebehind was pregnant one of the best days of his entire life, and when their daughter was born, it was the best. her cheeks were rosy, her ears were pointed, like her mother's, and out of her back sprouted a pair of bat wings, just like his. IRIS WAS PERFECT. her hands were so tiny, curled up and perfect in his scarred palm.

“ i'm afraid that i'll break her. ” he's very frank when he speaks, staring down at the tiny bundle in his arms. it was hard to believe he had a family now, one that he'd work until the bitter end to protect. how could his old one hurt him how they did? he looks at iris' sleeping face, and the thought of doing something to hurt her hurts him. “ she looks really peaceful, doesn't she? ”

[veritasumbra]

@cruelprincae sent “%” for a curious text but didn't specify muse so cardan gets a wondering az

( contact : high king of annoyance ) would you still despise me

( contact : high king of annoyance ) if i hadn't tried to kill you when we first met?

[mcrcki]

@lavendaers | @rcvcrics | @tragcdysewn | @lcngliive

Oh hey I get to share another commission- this one is for an ACOTAR inspired puzzle for Reverie Puzzles!

[envicd]

❝ that sounds like a ‘ you ’ problem. ❞ (Azriel & Dean) @tcrturedpcet

"Seriously?" He groans in annoyance, running fingers through his hair with a frustrated huff. "You're just gonna leave a guy stranded with a busted engine? C'mon man."

[starbcrnsx]

closed starter for @tcrturedpcet cassian ft azriel

Walking down the street Cassian was lost in complete thought, after everything came back he started to work on bringing the missing pieces of his family back together. Finding Elain had been pure luck and having her know who he was? Well that was a bonus. Hearing that Az and Rhys both had their memories as well took a huge weight off of Cassian's shoulders, cauldron bless them all. Yet running into both Feyre and Nesta and not having an ounce of actual recognition come to them stung. He tried not to let it show but it didn't stop the hurt within him for not only himself but for Rhys as well. After mentioning self-defence classes he almost wondered if getting Nesta a dagger or a small collection of smutty books would help jog her memory, almost doing a u-turn Cassian paused as he spotted a familar form and a familiar set of wings. Moving towards the other he felt a huge grin spread across his face, "aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he teased as he moved closer to Azriel.

[nxsta]

starter for @dreammakcr

“————I’m not some basket case in need of saving.”

Cold. She was going to give everyone the cold shoulder. It seemed easier with Azriel. Maybe it was because he too felt like ice at times. Silence filled the space as she stared at her empty plate. “I am not angry with you.”

[bcneficium]

"It costs $400 to see a therapist. But it’s free to just tell yourself, 'It be like that sometimes.'" (Feyre to Azriel)

"Feyre, it's also free to just come to my apartment and break these glass dishes I have and don't use. They're old and collecting dust. It's very therapeutic to just smash them." Azriel laughed, as his wings fluttered softly behind him and his shadows flowed away from him slightly, before wrapping around him again. "Is something bothering you?" Az questioned, turning more serious as he looked upon his high lady.

[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites ! (vii)

♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ☆ - series

criminal minds

♡ can we have one? - spencer reid, wife!reader ft. platonic!aaron hotchner, platonic!jack hotchner

↳ @qlossytbh

♡♤ cryptic - spencer reid

↳ @pathologicalreid

♤♡ it’s not your fault - spencer reid

↳ @dreamsontheirway

♡ in the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life - spencer reid

↳ @cerisereids

♡♤ 24 hours - spencer reid

↳ @radiant-reid

♡ blurb - derek morgan

♡ blurb - aaron hotchner, pregnant!reader

↳ @luveline

♡ sweet and right and merciful - spencer reid

↳ @januaryembrs

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a court of thorns and roses

☆ just a little bit of your heart - azriel, pregnant!reader

↳ @fieldofdaisiies

☆ not again - azriel (throne of glass crossover!)

↳ @fanwarriorfictions

♡ take it off - azriel ft. platonic!cassian

↳ @florencemtrash

♡♤ shadows entwined - azriel

♡♤ shadows of secrets - azriel, archeron!reader

♤♡ secrets with the shadowsinger - azriel, tamlin’s sister!reader

↳ @small-z24

♡♤ take it slow - azriel, cassian, rhysand (poly!)

♡ late night drive - modern!cassian

↳ @danikamariewrites

♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)

↳ @marvelsmylife

♡ head in the clouds - rhysand

↳ @serpentandlily

♤♡ the time traveller’s husband - rhysand

↳ @utterlyotterlyx

♤ we lay here - cassian

↳ @invisible-lint

♡♤ (what if?) all i need is you - azriel

↳ @empiresofstorm

♡ azriel’s girls - azriel

↳ @daycourtofficial

♡♤ long story short - single dad!cassian, best friend!reader

↳ @flickering-chandelier

♤♡ here without you - azriel

↳ @readychilledwine

♡ body count - azriel

↳ @illyrianbitch

♡ scratches - azriel

↳ @padyprongs

♡ i’ve been waiting for you — azriel, seer!reader

♡ i’ve been waiting for you (bonus) — azriel, seer!reader

↳ @prythianpages

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marauders

♡♤ thank you, mclaggen - james potter

♡ whimsical!reader - james potter, remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)

♡ peace & quiet [& sirius] - regulus black, mute!reader

↳ @ellecdc

♡ blurb - remus lupin

↳ @ahqkas

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marvel

♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)

↳ @marvelsmylife

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↳ @liz-allyn

♤♡ the last time - tasm!peter parker

↳ @wokeupinmars

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↳ @winterarmyy

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↳ @skaye44

♡ drunk!reader - bucky barnes

↳ @infictionalwonderland

♤♡ you were my sunshine - bucky barnes

↳ @literaryavenger

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dc

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↳ @hannibals-favourite-meal

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jujutsu kaisen

♡♤ college boy!sukuna accidentally knocking you up - modern!sukuna, pregnant!reader

↳ @yuujispinkhair

♕ divider — @bunnysrph

[ofanswereddreams]

It’s been so long since he’s seen his brothers - or anyone in his family - that Rhysand is half-worried that neither of them will speak to him. He knows their love for him, their brotherhood, isn't that weak or shallow, but he also knows that he's probably pushed it to its breaking point now.

Still, as he races down Highway 35 on his Harley, Rhys can't help but smile. This feeling of freedom, with the wind whipping past his face, blowing his raven curls all over the place. The thrill of flying down the blacktop, hugging every curve of the road. It's been almost three years since he's been on his bike, and he isn't sure how he went so long without it. Just add this to the long list of "never again" lessons that he's recently learned.

He pulls off the highway into the parking lot of a weathered wooden building, with the name Windhaven marked in neon letters over the doorway. It's just before lunch on a Sunday, so the place is quite crowded. He didn't exactly check with Azriel or Cassian about their whereabouts before he left the city. He's merely assuming they'll be here with the rest of the Illyrians, because it was their habit three years ago when he actually acted like their brother. Although he's not a member of the biker gang, Rhys does enjoy riding with them sometimes, when he's not away for business on the weekends or otherwise occupied.

After parking his bike and tossing the keys into the inner pocket of his black leather jacket, Rhys strides through the front door of the bar and looks around for @ofbloodshcd and @darkslautr. To his relief, he spies them across the room, near the dart boards. His heart begins to pound in his chest. What can he even say to them after all this time? He has a few seconds to think about it as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and ambles across the room. By the time he's standing behind them both, he hasn't thought of anything clever to say, so the words just tumble out of him. "Long time no see," he drawls, trying to maintain some of his carefully cultivated nonchalance. "I ah... broke up with Amarantha. Thought I should come tell you guys in person."

[denouemente]

it was the hardest thing he'd ever done, pretending to still be ignoring her after all they'd done, after all they'd confessed. the feeling of her kiss still lingered, the feeling of her hands on his body and the feeling of her pressed against him that day in the garden. as far as azriel knew, no one knew. he hadn't told cassian, he definitely hadn't told rhys about it. or nesta. or feyre. this was something he wanted for himself — after so much dedication to the night court, he found it fair to keep this for himself.

it was a shame that he needed to keep those affections down in public. still, whenever he saw @homebehind, his heart began to race. he knew rhysand knew. this time around, he knew his high lord knew. elain entered the room, her sweet scent fills his nose and he can feel those violet eyes boring into the back of his head. WITH AN INHALE, azriel controls his heartbeat, eyes closing momentarily as he tries to ground himself. SNARL ALL YOU WANT. IF I SEE YOU PANTING AFTER HER AGAIN, I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET IT. that message rings loud and clear in his mind, and he clears his throat. “ i think i'll take my leave. ” he murmurs, placing the book he'd been mindlessly thumbing through the past couple seconds. “ rhys. ” he bows his head, then walks towards elain, clearing his throat again. “ lady elain. ” he says slightly quieter, bowing his head toward her — but as he walks past her, his eyes flicker down to her hand. but rhysand is probably looking. he looks back up at her, his wing angling slightly downward. perfect. fingers brush against hers, and that feeling of electricity shoots through his arm again, and it takes everything in him to mask the blush on his cheeks as he moves forward, doing his best to make it look as though nothing's different between them. still, as he walks past her, he has a soft grin on his face, fist clenching and unclenching as he moves through the estate.

[ passing confidence ] – for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand.

[veritasumbra]

az, searching for an alias for his new position in the court of shadows: what should my alias be?

mor: angel!

az: this defeats the purpose of seeming vaguely threatening

mor: oh. right.

mor: birdie!

az: how is that thr—

cardan: babysitter from hell!

az:

az: angel it is

@cruelprincae

[rhysazriel]

Kinktober Masterlist

Welcome to the little collection of Kinktober blurbs!! You’ll be receiving a blurb every day for the month of October!!

I’ve taken a different approach to most people and have solely focused on Azriel for this little event.

All pieces will be 18+ and have warnings that I’d recommend you check before reading!!

Main Masterlist

A Kink a Day Keeps the Doctor Away

Day 1 | Choking*

Day 2 | Spitting*

Day 3 | Toys*

Day 4 | Breast Play*

Day 5 | Tongue*

Day 6 | Bondage*

Day 7 | Voyeurism*

Day 8 | Spanking*

Day 9 | Threesome* ft. Cassian

Day 10 | Dirty talk*

Day 11 | Roleplay*

Day 12 | Overstimulation*

Day 13 | Cockwarming*

Day 14 | Breeding Kink*

Day 15 | Ice Play*

Day 16 | Mutual Masturbation*

Day 17 | Mirror Sex*

Day 18 | 69*

Day 19 | Edging*

Day 20 | Thigh riding*

Day 21 | Blindfolded*

Day 22 | Shadow Play*

Day 23 | Degradation*

Day 24 | Praise Kink*

Day 25 | Dacryphilia*

Day 26 | Wax Play*

Day 27 | Orgasm Denial*

Day 28 | Glory Hole* (in the form of a Pleasure Hall)

Day 29 | Knife Play*

Day 30 | Stoned Sex*

Day 31 | Fear Kink*

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

earl grey

Chai

Milkshake 

Juice

for azriel

beautiful angel

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, this is my first time writing for acotar so apologies if it's not that great, i have read the books and personally i am an azriel girl so this request just hit the spot as did all the other ones i've received <3 i did end up picking prompts from my bakery list to go with this just fyi and those prompts will be bolded.

pairing; azriel x soft fwb female reader

blurb; azriel needs his sweet girl but he's exhausted and you want to help him but you've never been on top ever.

faceclaim for azriel; fabien frankel

warnings; gentle sex, breeding kink, creampie, size kink, riding, fingering, belly bulge, slight mention of painful sex and biting [let me know if i missed anything!]

chai; biting or hickeys [i picked biting] juice; breeding kink earl grey; big cock milkshake; size kink victoria sponge; "you wanna hold my hand" custard tart; "you gonna let me cum inside" pumpkin pie; "are you nibbling on me" sugar pie; "stop wriggling" french toast; "i don't think it'll fit"

currently playing; beautiful by bazzi ft camila cabello "beautiful, beautiful night right now, beautiful, beautiful by my side right now, yeah, hey, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel"

"azzy" you mumbled opening the door to the shadowsinger on the other side leaning against the frame like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

his shadows were no where to be seen however, they were most likely back at the house of wind, knowing that when he was with you that azriel liked to be truly and completely alone.

glancing at the clock on the wall next to your door you grimaced "it's three in the morning, are you okay" you asked him, you cared for azriel you really did but was waking you up at three in the morning really necessary.

you'd been snuggled up in the soft pink blankets of your bed, warm and cozy when the thump of a knock sounded on your apartments front door, you'd tried to ignore it at first but when it became more consistent, you knew there was no avoiding it.

instead of answering your question azriel merely pushed into your apartment wrapping his arms around you to hold you close, exhaustion taking over his body as he kicked the door shut with his foot.

"long day.. had to see you" he mumbled against the skin of your bare shoulder, you knew that rhysand had been working him hard, the last time you'd seen azzy was almost a month ago.

you held him close, arms wrapping around his neck and fingers playing with the pieces of hair at the base of his neck to which he let out a sound that was almost like a purr of sorts which made you giggle.

"i love that sound" azriel murmured against your neck as he began to back you up, moving you both to back to your bedroom, feet tripping over eachothers in the shuffle.

once inside the safety of your room, he all but collapased against your bed bringing you down with him and holding you close, his free hand running up the back of your thigh and squeezing at the flesh .

"your so soft" he informed you as he finally kissed you for the first time that night, you smiled against his lips finally happy now that he was back with you, you'd always wanted more but azriel had issues with commitment and so you never pushed it, for now you were content with what you had going.

you lay in arms feeling nothing but bliss as his kisses slowly trailed away from your lips and down your neck, he was being extra soft tonight the poor baby.

you were so distracted by the feeling of his kisses that you almost forgot that azriel had a thing for biting until you felt his graze against your neck but that was it... there was no biting or pain,

azriel continued to kiss his way down neck and across your shoulder, nibbling at the skin as he went "are you nibbling on me" you asked surprised, something was going on in his beautiful mind... but what

"no...." he murmured which made you giggle again as his scared hand trailed up and under your nightgown cupping the firm and smooth expanse of your ass, squeezing at it.

"need you so bad angel" azriel begged as he nuzzled into your neck breathing in the smell of your perfume which he loved so much; coconut and vanilla.

he bought that exact perfume for you last winter solstice after he realized he'd had feelings for you wasn't fully comfortable asking for you to be his due to his past relationship issues.

"azzy you could barely stand your so exhausted what makes you think you've got the energy to get down and dirty with me" you explained softly as your hand moved to cup his cheek, pecking his lips between every few words with a soft intimacy that he loved experiencing with you.

azriel rolled onto his back gently pulling you with him and moving you around until you sat above him straddling his lap as his hands rubbed up and down your thighs with soft pressure "so ride me angel"

his words surprised you to say the least, you'd never been on top and it's not something you'd ever thought you do, you were azriel's little pillow princess and the fact that, that was about to change made you nervous.

azriel had to admit seeing you like this on top of him was his new favorite thing, he chuckled at your nervous wriggling "stop wriggling" his voice was low and gruff "your not helping my situation right now angel"

"sorry" you murmured, your hands shaking as you unbuckled his belt, pulling his leathers down his legs "i don't think it'll fit" you stuttered, looking at his lengthy cock laying against his stomach "not like this"

azriel chuckled as his fingers trailed up your sides, he knew he was big and god was he smug about it, he didn't fit all the way in you normally and now.. well he knew it would be a struggle for you to take him this way.

"don't worry angel, i don't expect you to take all of it" azriel slowly pushed your nightgown up, playing with the hem of your underwear.

"let me help you" your breathing began to pick up as azriel slid your panties to the side, fingers sliding through your folds with ease as of how easy it was for this man to turn you on.

your hips started to rock, grinding against his hand with fervor as he began to trace your clit with soft touches that you breathless, your own fingers gently ran along the membrane of his wings, it was azriel's turn to be breathless now for a second.

you'd never touched his wings before, well you had just not in such an intimate way and god did azriel never want it to stop but sadly his hope was crushed as you pulled your fingers back.

"why'd you'd stop" he panted, trying to catch his breath as he came down from the intense feeling "you stopped" your words were mumbled as you complained in a whiny tone that never failed to drive him mad and so his fingers slipped inside you.

the moan you let out at finally having some form of relief even if it was only finger penetration left you squirming in his lap, azriel's fingers moving faster and faster with every movement.

the only sounds that could be heard bouncing off your bedroom walls currently were your soft moans and the wet sloppy sounds coming from between your legs as azriel's fingers drove into you again and again.

your hips began to rock again, moving in time with his fingers.

azriel could feel your warm wet walls tighten around his fingers as the coil slowly built in your stomach, muscles tensing and tightening from the pleasure coursing through your body.

"azzy" you mumbled, body going numb as your climax came, body shaking as you collapsed against azriel's chest, one arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

you were so exhausted just from that first orgasm that you missed azriel slip the fingers that just been deep in your cunt past his lips, the wet smack that came from his lips almost made you cum again "you taste so fucking angel" he hummed.

you shifted against his chest "can you take this off" you murmured, tugging on his shirt that had yet to come off, he merely chuckled and pulled it off his toned tan body as you sat up, running your hands up the new expanse of skin.

"you think your ready to try angel" he asked to which you simply nodded, body once again shaking with nerves at the thought, you sat up on your knees, slowly stroking azriel's cock in your soft hand.

once he was fully hard you pressed his red oozing tip to your entrance but didn't move any further "you wanna hold my hand" he asked sensing your nervousness.

you didn't reply and simply tangled with your fingers with his own, holding tight as you slowly sank down on his cock, it was easy at first you'd take this part of him before but as soon it started to sting you hissed and azriel gripped your hips tight to keep you still.

"that's enough" he soothed, letting you adjust, after a few seconds you started to rock your hips slowly, his cock sliding against your inner walls.

"oh god" you mumbled hands gripping his tight as your hips picked up speed, rocking against azriel's with fervor but eventually you couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed against his chest.

but unfortunately for you right as you collapsed against him, azriel himself couldn't hold on any longer and trusted his hips up to meet yours, fully seething himself inside your tight hot cunt.

you were shocked, body tensing as a sheering pain tore through your body, azriel however was freaking out as you froze "angel, please tell me your alright.. i'm sorry... i didn't mean to" he stuttered.

you stayed silent but nodded numbly against his chest, as the minutes passed he felt your body begin to relax, your walls loosening up and muscles un-tensing.

"i told you, you could do it one day angel" azriel sounded smug as he realized how quickly you were adjusting to the full size of him, he gently rocked his hips upwards testing the waters causing you to hiss.

"shut up" you smacked at his arm, sitting up in his lap once more, hands pressed against his chest for support as you wriggled in his lap adjusting to his size a little more.

"holy shit" azriel mumbled, hand coming rest against your stomach, pressing against the bulge there "do you feel that, look at how deep i am angel" he chuckled darkly.

you shivered at the sound of his voice, when it got that deep it did things to you, he could feel your walls clench around him, his hands gripped at your hips as you began to rock your hips again becoming more enthusiastic by the second.

so enthusiastic in fact that were practically jumping in his lap, ecstatic that your could finally take all of him so deep inside your cunt, he was so deep he was practically hitting your womb.

"should i start calling you bunny instead of angel huh" azriel joked hands gripping your hips so tight that he was bound to leave bruises at this point.

you kept rocking your hips against azriel's moving faster and faster by the minute until finally your orgasm hit you like a truck, eyes rolling back into your skull and body shaking,

when you calmed down from your erotic high, azriel was still rutting his hips into yours "you gonna let me cum inside" he moaned deeply "let me claim you, mark you as my own" your body shuddered at his words, warmth flooding you.

as soon as you hummed, he stilled and groaned holding your hips tightly against his own as he released rope after rope of cum deep into your cunt.

he looked beautiful right now, laying in your bed tangled in your pink floral blankets and frilly pillows; your pillow prince you thought as your fingers threaded through his soft locks, massaging against his scalp.

he hummed at the feeling, content for the first time in a long while as he felt you place kisses to his forehead, azriel couldn't help but pull you closer against his chest, your ear pressed to the skin right above his heart, listening to the rhythmic beat happily.

"that's for you, you know" he whispered against your ear making you gaze up and into his beautiful hazel from your comfortable position

"my heart beats for you angel, it always has" you felt like your own heart was going to explode at his words and how sweet he was being with you in this moment.

"i love you azzy" you whispered against his damp chest, smiling from the happiness coursing through your veins currently.

you were his now and he was damn well going to keep it that way and no one was going to get in the way of that, he would make sure of that.

"i love you too angel... my beautiful angel"

[oristian]

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@azrielappreciationweek Day Three — Belonging

“…You were hiding in plain sight…”

— glue song, beabadoobee ft. Clairo

Azriel and his version of home has seemingly existed within the people that he cherishes above all else—his family. Within that comes a sense of belonging, and loyalty. I believe that Azriel was placed purposefully within the Valkyrie training arc in ACOSF for a reason, namely to expand both his family and to cement himself in that sense of belonging.

I find it so poetic that two people who have been lost within the darkness have found their families and are seeking that permanent sense of belonging—peace that they will find both as individuals and together. From equals to hopeful mates, I cannot wait to see the journey that Azriel and Gwyn take in future books.

For this scene, @trashforazriel and I thought it would be cute to have Gwyn checking if the rumors around Velaris are rightfully true—does the mysterious Shadowsinger truly have the largest wingspan?

ART CREDIT @tpiola-blog

COMMISSION BY @oristian @trashforazriel

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