Ella harper

so i was listening to a punjabi song dooron dooron and there were some lyrics that describe azriel so well.

soochun ki milni te bolanga ki

teri ta gallan ich shayari

vekhegi menu te sochi kya tu

mitti da banda mai tu tan pari

the translation is :

i keep thinking about meeting you

but i don't know what i would say

your words are like a poem

if you look at me, i wonder what you'll think

warnings : smut! pure smut. as per your guy's request. kinky cassian and reader. bondage. spanking. oral. p in v

cassian x reader ( mates )

I was sitting in the library, buried peacefully deep within my book. The characters were currently in a duel with an unhealthy amount of romantic tension and I was loving it. My legs were outstretched in front of me as I half laid on the couch.

A hand encloses around my ankle and my defenses kick in. I kick the figure right in the chest hard till they fall of the couch.

“ ouch- what was that for?” my mate cassian exclaims from his position on the floor.

I knew it was him. Always interrupting me during the good scenes.

“ I was reading and you disturbed me” I say simply before going back to my book.

“ I deserve attention too, baby” the warrior general pouts. After a hundred years of being mates I had officially become resistant to his cute face. Unless he pouted while being all messy from training and missions. Now that was and forever will be my weakness.

“ you can have my attention after I finish this book” I state while flipping a page.

“ after? There’s like three hundred pages left!” he whines.

“ would you like afterwards or not at all?” I ask finally looking up from my book with a raised eyebrow.

“ you cruel woman” he acts wounded jokingly before straightening up again when he sees my expression.

“ I would like it afterwards please. Thank you very much” he says mockingly sincere before he exits the library leaving me to read in peace.

AT NIGHT

I walk upstairs to cassian and mine’s shared bedroom. It was pretty late, the sun had already set and the sky was starting to twinkle with stars. I knock on the door before entering.

“ hey, cass. Sorry I took so-” I begin to apologise but then he interrupts me.

“ strip” he commands in a monotonous voice. He was standing at the far end of the bedroom leaning against the wall. His red siphons glowing in the dim light and his wings neatly tucked behind him.

“ what?” I ask confused. Cassian rarely used that voice on me. The general’s voice.

“ you heard me perfectly fine, sweetheart. Now strip” he says with a slight tilt of his head.

Fuck why was this hot?

“ is this because of the library? The book ended in a cliff hanger, I needed to start the next part-” I begin to explain myself. It really wasn’t my fault. Okay it was a little my fault. But still.

“are you going to do as I say or create more problems for yourself?” he drawls with a shrug.

I narrow my eyes at him before I start to unbutton my shirt. Once it’s all done I take it off and throw it on the floor. Then comes down the leggings I was wearing.

“ happy?” I ask sarcastically.

“ bra and underwear too” is all he says while his eyes take in the view.

I reach behind me to unhook my bra and take it off. I dangle it by it’s strap before letting it fall on the ground. I bend to slip off my underwear. Since I was probably already in for a rough night I decided to mess with him further.

I grab my underwear in my hand but instead of dropping it on the ground I throw it on his face.

He obviously catches it. Warrior instincts and what not.

A smirk forms on his face. He looked amused rather than annoyed or frustrated. “gods, I love your brattiness” he whispers before walking over to me and grabbing my chin in his head to tilt my head up.

The next thing I know are his lips crashing onto mine and his hands sinking into my open hair. I slide my tongue against his lip while my hands crawl under his shirt. As soon as I stroke his waist he tugs on my hair to pull me back.

“not yet. You deprived me of love and attention for the whole day so it is only fair that I return the favor, sweetheart” he presses a quick kiss to my cheek before leading us to the dressing table.

Not a second later I was bent over the table at an entire ninety degree angle. Hu pulled on my hair again so I would look into the mirror in front of us. The image was pure filth. Me bent over the table completely naked while he stood behind me with his wings slightly spread, hair messy and his leathers still on.

“ I can be charming and funny. I can also be merciless” he smirked.

One of his hands was in my hair holding my head up so I kept looking at our reflection in the mirror while the other slid around my waist to anchor my hips in front of his.

His clothed hardness pressed against my core and I couldn’t help but grind. I had gone without affection too. Plus, I had been reading romance all day. I was on edge.

He chuckled before grabbing my hips with a steel grip to stop my actions. “ not tonight. Tonight you just feel.” He said seductively before trailing his hand over my ass.

It slid down the curve to my thigh till it travelled inwards and upwards. He slid his fingers right across my slit and I was soaked.

A sigh escaped my lips as my hips bucked, silently wanting more. He clicked his tongue before pulling his hand away. Instead his hand trailed upwards again and found my breasts. He gently cupped one into his palm. His caresses a stark contrast to his tight grip on my hair. I was soon a panting mess and he seemed to be enjoying it.

“cassian, what the hell?” I whine

“patience, love. I waited all day. You can wait a couple minutes. Or hours” he teased before his hands let go of me all together. I slumped against the table. Although before I could move , his hands were holding mine behind my back and in one of them he held rope.

“ yes or no?” he asked. We had done bondage in the bedroom before but consent mattered each time. No matter what.

“ yes” I nodded frantically.

He just winked at me in the mirror before tying my hands behind my back.

“tighter” I request although it came it out as more a command.

I was kinky in the bedroom. And he was always there to match me step for step.

“ tight enough?” he asked when he yanked the knot till the rope dug into my skin.

I nodded.

“ words, sweetheart” he urged.

“ yes” I breathed.

“ good” was all he said before he kissed my shoulder. Then my down my back. He occasionally licked and nipped along my spine. Once he reached the curve of my ass he bit hard.

“ ahhh” I moan, my back arching. I could feel his smile against my skin before he pressed a hand on my hip to ground me while his mouth traveled lower.

He nudged my legs apart with his head and slid in between, using his broad shoulders to keep them wide open and provide his mouth a perfect access to my pussy.

He kissed up my thigh, on my folds before parting them with his other hand and licking leisurely.

“ cass!” I moaned loudly, my head raised from the table only to meet my pleasure hazed expression in the mirror.

I could feel his chuckle vibrating through me and that made shivers run down my spine. His tongue drew tight circles around my clit before his sucked it into his mouth.

“ fuck! Cassian gods” I whimper trying to squirm or move but his grip keeps me firmly locked in place.

He lets go with a pop sound before he shifts his attention to my hole. He thrusts his tongue in and I cry out loud enough to wake the dead.

I feel his beard scratching against my thighs and that only adds to my pleasure as he eats me out in a way that leaves me delirious.

“ohh cass” I moan so close to coming and just then he pulled away and stood up to his full height behind me. I whined and he laughed. In the mirror I could see his chin and lips glistening with my arousal. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and that sight makes me even needier if that was possible.

“ what the fuck was that?” I pant heavily as I desperately ache for release.

“ that was revenge, sweetheart. Ready for round two?” he asks with a slight tilt of his head while removing his leathers. I eagerly take in his now exposed broad chest. His pants come off next till he is too standing naked behind me. His wings spread wide and in the mirror he looks like some ethereal creature.

So hot. So mine.

“ you want to come?” he cooed.

I nod desperately.

“ beg. Beg me to fuck you and make you come.” He orders while his hands grip my hips again so that he can align his cock with my pussy.

“ you know that’s not going to happen” I say. I don’t beg.

“ suit yourself” is all he said before sinking into me in one thrust.

“fuck!” I cry out.

He withdraws completely before thrusting back in again, setting a hard and fast rhythm. He groans while fucking me with wild abandon. I should tease him more if it meant sex like this.

Just when I am about to come again he pulls out leaving me achingly empty and needy.

“cauldron fuck” I breathe heavily while rubbing my thighs for some much needed friction.

His hands squeeze my ass before he lands a sharp smack on it.

“ that is for ignoring me”

Smack.

“that is for backtalk”

Smack

“and that is for ever thinking your book boyfriends are better than me.”

He grips my hair again to make me look at our reflection in the mirror.

“you see that expression on your face? Your parted lips, hazy eyes, blushed cheeks. I did that. I do to you what no one else can. You think I don’t know what you read. I do. And the fact you gave fictional men more attention than your mate today is a punishable offence, sweetheart.” He kisses my exposed neck before biting down on it and leaving a mark.

“mine” he growls before thrusting back in again.

“aghh” I moan as I arch my back to thrust back into him. I had to come. I was going to die otherwise. I was sure of it.

Although he kept teasing me. Never keeping a steady rhythm for me to come and spanking my ass whenever he felt I squirmed too much to get more friction.

Fuck. I needed to come.

“please” I whisper in the lowest of voices.

“ repeat that for me, sweetheart” he smirked triumphantly.

“ please make me come” I whisper, just a tad bit louder this time.

“ one more time, sweetheart” he ordered knowing i was desperate and would do anything for an orgasm.

“ please make me come” I say at full volume this time

“ good girl” he praises before gripping my hips and thrusting into me again.

This time however he maintains a steady rhythm, his hand travels down to play with my clit and before I know it the white hot pleasure inside of me is bursting and blinding me.

I come hard and long and he fucks me through the high till he too comes and covers my ass with his seed.

I lay there bent over the table, with my mate half laid above me. He kissed my shoulder. Then again. Then he untied my hands and stroked the now red skin.

“ how you feeling?” he asked all soft now.

“fucking awesome. We need to have more sex like that” I say candidly.

“as you wish, sweetheart” he chuckles before gathering my in his arms.

warnings : smut! pure smut. as per your guy's request. kinky cassian and reader. bondage. spanking. oral. p in v

cassian x reader ( mates )

I was sitting in the library, buried peacefully deep within my book. The characters were currently in a duel with an unhealthy amount of romantic tension and I was loving it. My legs were outstretched in front of me as I half laid on the couch.

A hand encloses around my ankle and my defenses kick in. I kick the figure right in the chest hard till they fall of the couch.

“ ouch- what was that for?” my mate cassian exclaims from his position on the floor.

I knew it was him. Always interrupting me during the good scenes.

“ I was reading and you disturbed me” I say simply before going back to my book.

“ I deserve attention too, baby” the warrior general pouts. After a hundred years of being mates I had officially become resistant to his cute face. Unless he pouted while being all messy from training and missions. Now that was and forever will be my weakness.

“ you can have my attention after I finish this book” I state while flipping a page.

“ after? There’s like three hundred pages left!” he whines.

“ would you like afterwards or not at all?” I ask finally looking up from my book with a raised eyebrow.

“ you cruel woman” he acts wounded jokingly before straightening up again when he sees my expression.

“ I would like it afterwards please. Thank you very much” he says mockingly sincere before he exits the library leaving me to read in peace.

AT NIGHT

I walk upstairs to cassian and mine’s shared bedroom. It was pretty late, the sun had already set and the sky was starting to twinkle with stars. I knock on the door before entering.

“ hey, cass. Sorry I took so-” I begin to apologise but then he interrupts me.

“ strip” he commands in a monotonous voice. He was standing at the far end of the bedroom leaning against the wall. His red siphons glowing in the dim light and his wings neatly tucked behind him.

“ what?” I ask confused. Cassian rarely used that voice on me. The general’s voice.

“ you heard me perfectly fine, sweetheart. Now strip” he says with a slight tilt of his head.

Fuck why was this hot?

“ is this because of the library? The book ended in a cliff hanger, I needed to start the next part-” I begin to explain myself. It really wasn’t my fault. Okay it was a little my fault. But still.

“are you going to do as I say or create more problems for yourself?” he drawls with a shrug.

I narrow my eyes at him before I start to unbutton my shirt. Once it’s all done I take it off and throw it on the floor. Then comes down the leggings I was wearing.

“ happy?” I ask sarcastically.

“ bra and underwear too” is all he says while his eyes take in the view.

I reach behind me to unhook my bra and take it off. I dangle it by it’s strap before letting it fall on the ground. I bend to slip off my underwear. Since I was probably already in for a rough night I decided to mess with him further.

I grab my underwear in my hand but instead of dropping it on the ground I throw it on his face.

He obviously catches it. Warrior instincts and what not.

A smirk forms on his face. He looked amused rather than annoyed or frustrated. “gods, I love your brattiness” he whispers before walking over to me and grabbing my chin in his head to tilt my head up.

The next thing I know are his lips crashing onto mine and his hands sinking into my open hair. I slide my tongue against his lip while my hands crawl under his shirt. As soon as I stroke his waist he tugs on my hair to pull me back.

“not yet. You deprived me of love and attention for the whole day so it is only fair that I return the favor, sweetheart” he presses a quick kiss to my cheek before leading us to the dressing table.

Not a second later I was bent over the table at an entire ninety degree angle. Hu pulled on my hair again so I would look into the mirror in front of us. The image was pure filth. Me bent over the table completely naked while he stood behind me with his wings slightly spread, hair messy and his leathers still on.

“ I can be charming and funny. I can also be merciless” he smirked.

One of his hands was in my hair holding my head up so I kept looking at our reflection in the mirror while the other slid around my waist to anchor my hips in front of his.

His clothed hardness pressed against my core and I couldn’t help but grind. I had gone without affection too. Plus, I had been reading romance all day. I was on edge.

He chuckled before grabbing my hips with a steel grip to stop my actions. “ not tonight. Tonight you just feel.” He said seductively before trailing his hand over my ass.

It slid down the curve to my thigh till it travelled inwards and upwards. He slid his fingers right across my slit and I was soaked.

A sigh escaped my lips as my hips bucked, silently wanting more. He clicked his tongue before pulling his hand away. Instead his hand trailed upwards again and found my breasts. He gently cupped one into his palm. His caresses a stark contrast to his tight grip on my hair. I was soon a panting mess and he seemed to be enjoying it.

“cassian, what the hell?” I whine

“patience, love. I waited all day. You can wait a couple minutes. Or hours” he teased before his hands let go of me all together. I slumped against the table. Although before I could move , his hands were holding mine behind my back and in one of them he held rope.

“ yes or no?” he asked. We had done bondage in the bedroom before but consent mattered each time. No matter what.

“ yes” I nodded frantically.

He just winked at me in the mirror before tying my hands behind my back.

“tighter” I request although it came it out as more a command.

I was kinky in the bedroom. And he was always there to match me step for step.

“ tight enough?” he asked when he yanked the knot till the rope dug into my skin.

I nodded.

“ words, sweetheart” he urged.

“ yes” I breathed.

“ good” was all he said before he kissed my shoulder. Then my down my back. He occasionally licked and nipped along my spine. Once he reached the curve of my ass he bit hard.

“ ahhh” I moan, my back arching. I could feel his smile against my skin before he pressed a hand on my hip to ground me while his mouth traveled lower.

He nudged my legs apart with his head and slid in between, using his broad shoulders to keep them wide open and provide his mouth a perfect access to my pussy.

He kissed up my thigh, on my folds before parting them with his other hand and licking leisurely.

“ cass!” I moaned loudly, my head raised from the table only to meet my pleasure hazed expression in the mirror.

I could feel his chuckle vibrating through me and that made shivers run down my spine. His tongue drew tight circles around my clit before his sucked it into his mouth.

“ fuck! Cassian gods” I whimper trying to squirm or move but his grip keeps me firmly locked in place.

He lets go with a pop sound before he shifts his attention to my hole. He thrusts his tongue in and I cry out loud enough to wake the dead.

I feel his beard scratching against my thighs and that only adds to my pleasure as he eats me out in a way that leaves me delirious.

“ohh cass” I moan so close to coming and just then he pulled away and stood up to his full height behind me. I whined and he laughed. In the mirror I could see his chin and lips glistening with my arousal. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and that sight makes me even needier if that was possible.

“ what the fuck was that?” I pant heavily as I desperately ache for release.

“ that was revenge, sweetheart. Ready for round two?” he asks with a slight tilt of his head while removing his leathers. I eagerly take in his now exposed broad chest. His pants come off next till he is too standing naked behind me. His wings spread wide and in the mirror he looks like some ethereal creature.

So hot. So mine.

“ you want to come?” he cooed.

I nod desperately.

“ beg. Beg me to fuck you and make you come.” He orders while his hands grip my hips again so that he can align his cock with my pussy.

“ you know that’s not going to happen” I say. I don’t beg.

“ suit yourself” is all he said before sinking into me in one thrust.

“fuck!” I cry out.

He withdraws completely before thrusting back in again, setting a hard and fast rhythm. He groans while fucking me with wild abandon. I should tease him more if it meant sex like this.

Just when I am about to come again he pulls out leaving me achingly empty and needy.

“cauldron fuck” I breathe heavily while rubbing my thighs for some much needed friction.

His hands squeeze my ass before he lands a sharp smack on it.

“ that is for ignoring me”

Smack.

“that is for backtalk”

Smack

“and that is for ever thinking your book boyfriends are better than me.”

He grips my hair again to make me look at our reflection in the mirror.

“you see that expression on your face? Your parted lips, hazy eyes, blushed cheeks. I did that. I do to you what no one else can. You think I don’t know what you read. I do. And the fact you gave fictional men more attention than your mate today is a punishable offence, sweetheart.” He kisses my exposed neck before biting down on it and leaving a mark.

“mine” he growls before thrusting back in again.

“aghh” I moan as I arch my back to thrust back into him. I had to come. I was going to die otherwise. I was sure of it.

Although he kept teasing me. Never keeping a steady rhythm for me to come and spanking my ass whenever he felt I squirmed too much to get more friction.

Fuck. I needed to come.

“please” I whisper in the lowest of voices.

“ repeat that for me, sweetheart” he smirked triumphantly.

“ please make me come” I whisper, just a tad bit louder this time.

“ one more time, sweetheart” he ordered knowing i was desperate and would do anything for an orgasm.

“ please make me come” I say at full volume this time

“ good girl” he praises before gripping my hips and thrusting into me again.

This time however he maintains a steady rhythm, his hand travels down to play with my clit and before I know it the white hot pleasure inside of me is bursting and blinding me.

I come hard and long and he fucks me through the high till he too comes and covers my ass with his seed.

I lay there bent over the table, with my mate half laid above me. He kissed my shoulder. Then again. Then he untied my hands and stroked the now red skin.

“ how you feeling?” he asked all soft now.

“fucking awesome. We need to have more sex like that” I say candidly.

warnings : mentions of torture, slight description of torture, topics of self hatred.

azriel beggingggg

Azriel and I had just accepted the bond a week ago. He wandered into my bookstore looking for shelter from the rain and the bond snapped as soon as we made eye contact. I had never felt anything like that. The pure rush of adrenaline, the great depth of the connection made by the cauldron and the feeling of familiarity for a person you had only just met.

I had heard tales about the infamous shadowsinger – everyone had. That was my first time actually seeing him. After that we decided not to rush into anything and instead start with a date. It was awesome to say the least. He wasn’t much of a talker but he listened to me, remembered details of my stories and always asked questions.

Today, he was supposed to come by my bookstore in the evening for our date. I waited for atleast 30 minutes before I reached down the bond only to find it blocked.

That was weird. Azriel never blocked the bond. Not even when he was in meetings with the high lord and high lady.

The worst possible scenarios crept into my mind and before I knew it, I was closing up shop and practically sprinting towards his house. I needed to know if he was safe. He was my mate. I had to know.

I ran past the rainbow market and straight up the hill to the house of wind. Azriel spent most of his time there, if he wasn’t there then perhaps some of his family was and they could tell me where he is.

I knock on the door breathing heavily, rocking on my feet while praying that he was alright. Nesta opened the door. I knew her well enough. She always came to the my bookstore and we had developed a sort of camaraderie. I would save the latest romance for her, and she would buy me a cup of caramel coffee.

“Hey, nes. Where’s az? He was supposed to be at the shop for our date” I ask struggling to catch my breath.

“Whoa! Slow down,” she said stepping out of the house and placing a hand on my shoulder. “ cassian said he had some work to do. He’s probably at his office in the valley.” She says to try and calm me down.

“ but then why did he block the bond?” I practically beg, fear evident in my eyes.

“ oh” that’s all she lets out, realization dawning upon her.

“ tell me why” I demand.

“ I- I can’t” she stumbles. For the first time ever, I hear nesta stumble.

“ fuck it! I am going there” I say already running away.

“ wait, no you really shouldn’t” nesta calls out but I am already too far to pay any heed to her. She wouldn’t tell me what was going on. Azriel was my mate. i may have not known him for long, but I am certain that he and I are meant to be. Cauldron’s magic or not. So if something were to happen to him, I would never be able to forgive myself. I run down to the valley. His office was empty. Fuck! I mentally curse. Where are you you damn sweet Illyrian.

I almost rush out before I catch his scent. It was faint but it was definitely him. I try my best to figure out where it was coming from but lead to no result.

“ where are you, az?” I whisper to myself as I lean against his bookshelf. One of the books falls back and the sound of shifting wood instead fills the silence.

His entire office back wall falls away to reveal and entire path leading to god knows where. “ do it for azriel” I whisper to myself before I head in.

It was dark and moist and incredibly creepy. I stay quiet and tread lightly against the wall. It wasn’t until I hear the sounds of screaming that panic fills me again and I run as fast I could manage in the dark. Please be okay. Please be okay.

The sounds of screaming grow louder. I run straight into the sight. A man chained to a chair, his back in front of me. His feet were bent at an awkward angle, the nails absent from his fingers and a dark looming figure I didn’t recognize stood in front of him.

The sight nearly made me faint right then and there. What the fuck was going on in azriel’s secret room.

The tall figure stepped closer, his face still hidden by the dark. The man was donned entirely in black. A dagger at his waist. Wait a minute. Not just a dagger – the truth teller.

Was that…? No it couldn’t be. It wouldn’t be him.

The darkness moved away from his face, not darkness. Shadows. Azriel’s gorgeous face was revealed. Except right now, he looked dangerous. Deadly. Like someone’s worst nightmare. His eyes- warm hazel which would stare at me whenever I wasn’t looking were now entirely black. Devoid of any emotion. He grasped the truth teller from his waist and held it to the tied man’s neck.

“ are you going to tell me who sent you or do I have to motivate you further?” azriel, no – the shadowsinger asked.

The man stayed silent.

“ well, looks like we’re going to have to get more creative then”  he says before running the tip of the blade down the man’s face. The sound of screaming and skin splitting filled the room.

I gasped. Loud. Tears filling my eyes.

Azriel’s head snapped up and his eyes met mine. Instantly there was a shift in him.

I clapped a hand over my mouth before I ran out of the room. Fuck the dark. I needed to get away from the scene as quick as possible.

I couldn’t stand seeing my azriel who brought me flowers and read all the books I had written but not published because I was afraid be this cruel.

He was anything but that. He sweet. And kind. And even in just a week managed to know me so well because to him I was fascinating rather than just a boring bookstore owner.

As soon as I reach his office I find a bin and throw up in it. I am hunched over the brim when I feel a hand on my back.

I heave once again and my hair is pulled back from my face. Once I gain the courage to look at him I turn around and come face to face azriel. His eyes were looking at me with concern and a pang of guilt. His hands trembled as the tucked my hair behind my ears and wiped my lips and chin.

“ I am sorry. You were never meant to see that” he whispers, his head hung low.

“ what the fuck was that?” I ask almost on the verge of tears.

“ it’s part of the job. I have to do it to keep the people of the night court safe. To keep my family safe. To keep you safe” he finally looks up at me again and the dam breaks. I begin sobbing. It was all too overwhelming. To see your incredibly gentle mate be this cruel. It was too much.

“ please, please, don’t cry. I promise you I am not that person outside of that room. That is just something I have to do. I would never hurt you or any innocent person for that matter. Never. Please, don’t cry.” He whispers while wiping my tears with his thumbs. New ones run down my cheeks instantly but he wipes them away again.

“ I was scared that something had happened to you. And you- you closed the bond so I had no way of reaching you” I say in between sobs and hiccups.

“ I am sorry, sunshine. I had to. I didn’t want you to feel whatever I feel when I have to do stuff like this” he said softly, kissing my cheeks in between.

“ what do you feel?” I ask before I start hiccupping again.

“ numbness. Loathe. Anger. And mostly self hatred at the fact that I am capable of inflicting such pain. But I have to do it so the people of the night court are safe. So that pyrathin is safe.” He confesses and for the first time after this entire incident I see my azriel again in front of me. Not the shadwosinger or spymaster but my azriel. The one who feels deeply more than anyone I know.

“ would you ever get violent because of anger?” I ask. I knew the answer but I needed to hear him say it.

“ no. never. The person I am inside that room is only limited to that room. Never outside. Never with anyone else who doesn’t deserve it. Never with you” he says before placing his forehead against mine.

“ please, I know you would want to break things off. But please, I beg of you to give me a chance. I am not that person. Please, sunshine.” He begs, his own voice wobbling.

“ tell me before you close the bond. And tell me after you open it. Always.” I practically order as I will me tears to stop.

“ I will” he says with such assurance.

“ promise me” I say

“ I promise. I will not let anything get in the way of us. I promise, sunshine. I will tell you everytime. And I will be there for you everytime you need me” he reassures me before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“ and always talk to me afterwards. I don’t want my mate to hate himself” I whisper.

This time it was azriel’s eyes which filled with tears. He doesn’t say anything just nods before pulling me into his arms and squeezing me so tight. His wings unfurl and wrap around us.

 No words come to my mind. How do you respond to any of that when you felt exactly the same way. This shadowsinger was the bane of my existence but gods help me if I didn’t want to die in his arms.

I do the only thing that makes sense to me at the moment.

I kiss him.

I take his lower lip into my mouth and suck on it, tugging it in between my teeth. His hands seem to freeze for a moment before he snaps back to reality and wraps them tightly around my waist.

One of his hands travels up my spine till it is tangled in my hair and he tugs on it. Hard.

“ ahh-” I gasp before his mouth finds mine again. Our tongues rival against each other while he pushes us back till I am pinned against the railing.

“fuck, azriel we could fall” I say breathing heavily. He kisses me again before trailing his lips down my neck turning me into a panting mess.

“ I would go back to those dungeons again before I let anything hurt you” he whispers. His voice was raw and full of unguarded emotion, I was almost taken aback. It’s not everyday you see the cold shadowsinger say poetic stuff like that.

“ fuck,az… take me home. Winnow us back” I request. Not a second later we’re both surrounded by shadows and transported to the house of wind. To his bedroom.

I had never been in here before. Azriel was quite the private man which meant even his rooms were off limits to most people. The only exceptions were – rhys, cassian and mor.

It was quite minimalistic. Black headboard, massive bed, wooden desk covered in scrolls.

“so this is the humble adobe of the mighty spymaster” I tease looking around.

“ it’s just a bedroom” he says.

“ nuh uh. If it was just a bedroom then you wouldn’t be so secretive about it. Seriously though, it means a lot that you let me in here.” I admit. I would never take his actions and gestures for granted.

“ thank you.” He whispers before he looks around nervously.

“ is everything alright?” I ask cupping his jaw to tilt his face back to mine.

“ I don’t know- was that kiss a spur of the moment thing or did you actually want to kiss me?” he says and my heart melted at his adorable face.

Azriel was already what a lot would consider attractive- but when he let his guards down he was downright the most beautiful man in all of pyrathin.

“ yes, I really did want to kiss you. I have been wanting to for a while” I admit reassuring him.

“ good. May I kiss you again?”

Fuck, he was such a gentleman.

“ yes” the word Is barely out of my mouth before his lips are smashed against mine and he’s throwing me onto the bed.

Maybe not such a gentleman after all.

His teeth nip at my jaw, probably leaving marks.

“ may i?” he asks his hands hovering over the straps of my dress.

Fuck this combination of him being so respectful yet so rough was going to be the end of me.

“ yes, gods please yes” I practically moan and he slips the spaghetti straps down my shoulders. He kisses my shoulder, his tongue darting out to lick my skin. He kissed across my collarbone till the other shoulder and slowly pulled the bodice of my dress down till my breasts spilled free.

“az, mouth on me. Now” I almost whine and he chuckles before taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking on it. His hand plays with my other breast while I hold onto the headboard behind me for leverage.

“ mhmm” I whimper and he shifts his mouth to my other breast. My hands leave the headboard and grab onto his shoulders instead.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt before he just rips it off of his chest- sending buttons flying everywhere.

I wrap my legs around his waist and flip us till he’s pinned beneath me on the mattress, his wings splayed out on the bed. I lean down and begin to kiss and lick all over his chest. I pay special attention to the scars and burn marks on his skin, peppering them with small kisses and stroking them softly.

Azriel hisses, his hips thrusting up.

“ did I do something wrong?” I ask

“ no, it’s just – weird. Not weird. Unusual. Unusual for me.” He says looking up at me.

“ let me make it more usual then” I say before I grab one of his hands and bring it to my mouth to kiss. I lick the burn scars on his palms and tears well into his eyes.

“ it’s okay.” I whisper.

I get off from him and lay beside him instead, pulling his body close to mine. His shadows cover us and within minutes we’re both in our underwear and a soft blanket is on top of us.

“ you’re my ….” He begins to say but stops himself for some reason.

“ mate” I finish.

“yes” he sighed almost relieved that I felt it too.

“ we don’t have to rush into this if you’re not ready” he says.

“ I am. I am ready. But I should warn you, I bite” I say with a wink at the end.

Azriel groans before he gets on top of me again and says “ mark me up, sunshine. Let the world know I am yours”

We spent the rest of the night ( and the next day ) consummating the bond.

He was my mate.

warnings : angst!

this is a continuation of obsessed part 1. please read that before reading this part.

azriel x reader ( archeron sister )

A week later

Reader’s pov –

It had almost been a week since my last encounter with azriel. Where he taught my how to aim and shoot three arrows at once. When my knees

Nearly buckled because of his body enveloping mine.

I had been training relentlessly since then. Needing to find a way to purge the excess energy in my body. Also to find a distraction from the lingering thoughts of the shadowsinger.

He had been gone for a week now. That outright coward.

I asked rhysand if he had sent him on a mission perhaps but that wasn’t the case. Azriel had just run away.

For being so dangerous in the battlefield and a torture room, he was a little scaredy cat when it came to emotions.

Or maybe perhaps I was thinking too much into it. Perhaps that moment had just existed for me and not him.

What if he was away with another woman?

I shake my head before I focus again on punching and kicking the floating bag in front of me.

“ keep kicking like that and there’ll be a hole in the bag” cassian teased from a few feet away. His mate nesta right beside him giving me a slightly judgy look.

“ maybe I will stuff you in the bag instead” I threatened , irritated and annoyed. Gods, why was I this agitated. It couldn’t be because of azriel could it?

Azriel’s pov –

I was currently laying on the sofa present in my small cottage. No one really knew it’s location. It’s where I came when I needed peace and quiet. Time away from the chaos to think.

It couldn’t be what I thought it was.

She couldn’t be my mate.

Men like me didn’t get mates. I had killed and fought, tortured and maimed countless people. My hands were scarred with not just the atrocities that had been done on me, but the pain I had inflicted on others.

She was lethal, yes. Dangerous, oh absolutely. She could probably kill a man with the heel of her fancy shoes and continue walking liking it was normal. But beneath all that she was bright. Full of life, and optimism. Everything I didn’t deserve after what I had done.

Before I could get up and busy myself with another mindless task to occupy my hands a force was just outside my mental shields.

What? i lowered my shields to let rhysand in.

There is a ball at the day court courtesy of Helion. You’re presence is necessary. Rhysand commanded.

No. I simply said. I was rarely in the mood for exchanging pleasantries in formal settings. I definitely wasn’t in that mood right now.

It wasn’t a request. Come to the ball. You don’t have to come to the night court before or after. Just be at the ball. One hour. It’s important. For the high lord this was the closest he got to saying please.

Fine. That was all I said before I shut my mental shields again.

Time for a fucking ball.

Reader’s pov –

The entire inner circle was at the day court ball. Even azriel. Although he was avoiding me like the plague.

Well, whatever. If he wasn’t going to muster up the courage to talk to me, I certainly wasn’t going to beg him.

I was dressed in a deep blue gown. It was bodycon and hung on my body with thin spaghetti straps and had a sweetheart neckline. It was one of my favorite dresses. It also had a slit for good mobility. So I could kick a guy in the nards without ruining the dress. Just what a woman needs.

Out of the corner of my eyes I could see azriel, his shadows half swallowing him. He was dressed in his staple – black leathers but instead of wearing all seven siphons he only wore two, on either hand.

God, he looked hot.

Ugh. Snap out of it.

I pick up a flute of faewine and head to mingle. I don’t even have to make small talk with four people before helion finds me.

“ having fun, miss y/n?” he practically purred as he took my free hand and kissed my knuckles.

I swear I felt the temperature of the room drop.

“ you never throw a boring party, my lord. It’s certainly the highlight of the season” I say with a hint of flattery in my tone. Helion was the best distraction. He provided good company, he was amazing on the dance floor and overall just a nice guy.

“ why are you standing alone? I generally find you on the dance floor” helion remarked.

“ well, why don’t you join me tonight?” I ask already placing my glass on a nearby table.

“ my lady” he said, giving me a courtesy and reaching his hand out for me. I place my palm in his.

I couldn’t help but look for azriel in the crowd and I found him even more concealed by his shadows. Everything except his eyes. Thos hazel eyes which were fixated on my hand in helion’s and burned with an emotion I couldn’t decipher yet somehow understood.

I shake my head before focusing back on the high lord of the day court.

He leads me to the dance floor , his hands now finding their way to rest on my hips as we swayed to the music being played. I place my hands on his shoulders while we continued talking. Our conversation shifted from small talk, to judging other people’s outfits and then finally landing on my favourite – his love life.

“ so, any new person I should know about?” I teased. With helion, there were probably four but that’s what was so entertaining about it.

“ sadly, no. high lord duties have been leaving very little time for other activities” he says with a small smile on his lips.

I laugh at that. I could have never imagined helion going without sex for more than two days.

That’s when I felt something cold around my wrist. Wisps of black. Shadows.

My eyes dart around the room as I try to locate their owner. Helion seemingly notices and says “ have I lost my charm or has the impossible happened and there is someone more handsome than me at this ball” he joked.

I force a smile before I politely excuse myself.

Where was that bloody shadowsinger?

I feel a thread, a force perhaps. I don’t know how to describe it. But whatever the fuck it was it was pulling me to the balcony.

I practically sprint in my stilettoes to the terrace and open the doors.

Azriel is right there, wings open wide, shadows swirling around uncontrolled.  

“ hey” he said.

“ oh don’t you fucking hey me! Where have you been for the past week?” I demand as I walk up to him and practically shove him in the chest.

“ I was busy.” He offered an excuse.

“ liar. I asked rhysand and he told me you weren’t on a mission. So either tell me or shut up. But don’t you dare fucking lie.” I snarl, staring up into his eyes with defiance.

“ I was busy trying to take my mind off of you” he whispers. It was so low that I was about to say something snarky again before his words register in my head and I stop myself.

“ what do you mean?” I ask.

“ I don’t know what I mean” he says, with a resigned expression.

“ well, you better fucking find out. Because I have been worried sick for the past week. And all of a sudden you show up at a fucking ball and not even talk to me.” My voice increases in volume with each word.

“ I can’t talk to you because I don’t know what to say to you!” he snaps.

“ for the past five centuries all I have known is numbness. Brutality. Pain. Then all of a sudden you come along with your other archeron sisters and I can barely breathe in your presence without being driven mad by your scent. Your defiance, your anger, your wildness, your spirit all infuriate me yet I cannot seem to live without them. I was more than a hundred miles away at my private cottage yet all my thoughts were occupied by you. Wondering if you missed me, if you were pushing yourself too hard in training again or even if you noticed I was gone. And now, when I just saw you dancing and laughing with helion I wanted to break his hands for ever touching you and then burn down his entire motherfucking palace so he could never host a ball again and the only company you would be stuck with was me. You confuse me so much yet I cannot seem to want to even understand anything else.” He says all of it in one go leaving my speechless.

 His chest heaved heavily underneath my palm which was still on his skin since I shoved him.

No words come to my mind. How do you respond to any of that when you felt exactly the same way. This shadowsinger was the bane of my existence but gods help me if I didn’t want to die in his arms.

I do the only thing that makes sense to me at the moment.

I kiss him.

warnings : az is yearninggg. this is part 1.

i wish i could write more but i am really busy. will be out with part 2 asap.

azriel x reader

“Again. Where’s your head, shadowboy ?” cassian teased before launching at azriel again. They were currently sparring in the training grounds. The day was just starting and azriel wanted to get some exercise in before he went on his mission for the day. However there was one small problem.

y/n was also training. Right beside the fighting ring he and cassian were in. she was practicing her archery. The cauldron knew there was no one better than her at dagger throwing so now she wanted to extend her skills of flawless aiming to archery.

The shadowsinger couldn’t focus. His eyes kept drifting towards her form. Her back arched as she took aim, her perfect posture, her sharp brown eyes fixed on the target before she released the arrow.

In his moment of distraction cassian was easily able to land three punches- two on his stomach and one in the jaw. Azriel faltered back before he unwillingly shifted his focus back to the fight and attacked.

As they continued sparring azriel’s eyes kept wandering back to her. To drink more of her sight in. even if he somehow managed to not look at her for a period of time his shadows would whisper in his ear –

Go talk to her

She’s so pretty

She smells like jasmine and vanilla

Azriel eventually had to swat his shadows away while they continued to behave like children – fascinated by everything ( related to her ).

After their match cassian and azriel sat on the bench heavily panting, sweaty and exhausted.

“ so, what’s got you so distracted?” cassian asked passing azriel a bottle of water.

Azriel took a sip before replying with a dismissive “ nothin”

“ it’s not nothing. I beat your ass today. I mean, I most of the times do it but it is never that easy. So definitely something’s going on in your mind” cassian pressed more.

“ it’s nothing. I got work to do.” That’s all azriel says before he gets up and walks out of the training grounds. While exiting he walks past her and he can’t help but draw in a deep breath of her lingering scent.

Jasmine and vanilla.

Reader’s pov –

“hey, az!” I call out.

“ yeah” he turns around looking slightly more disheveled than usual.

“ help me do the shoot where you aim three arrows at once.” I say. I had easily done the one with two arrows, now it was time to upgrade.

“ sure” azriel said with is typical one-word answers.

He stepped beside me and picked up a bow and three arrows. He showed me how to hold them in between and my fingers with a 15 degree angle between each one and aim and shoot in a similar way as one did normally however this required more strength in the fingers to be able to keep the arrows straight.

He nocked three arrows onto his bow and they landed perfectly on the target.

“ your turn” he said before gesturing at me to try it.

I nock three arrows onto my bow , gripping them in between my fingers but when I shoot one of them lands on the ground rather than on the target.

“ ugh! this is what’s been happening for the last I don’t know how many times. This is just pure bullshit , I swear I am so done with archery –” I begin to ramble frustrated before azriel steps behind me, enveloping me in his heat.

“ breathe. It’s not the end of the world. Here, let me help” he offered before he picked three arrows and helped adjust my grip around them. He tightened my fist around the wooden arrows before saying “ think of them as claws, hold tight.”

I barely register his words and his scent and body warmth short circuited my brain. For a second I am pretty sure I just looked up at him dumbfounded before I regain my composure and do what he says.

Tight grip. Claws. Strength.

I repeat the mantra in my head as I nock the arrows onto my bow again and aim.

“release” azriel whispers in my ear.

My grip falters and when I release the arrows they all just barely hit the target.

“ that’s it. You’ll get there” azriel says, his tone almost hurried and frantic before he claps my on my shoulder once and rushes out of the training grounds. His wings and lingering shadows being the last I see of him.

Azriel’s pov –

She was going to the be death of me. There was no other explanation for it. For the past five centuries I have gone without feeling an an ounce of the pathetic sentiment of hope. But now with her in my vicinity all I dream about is a life with her.

A better life away from all the threats of war, somewhere in the mountains perhaps. Or by the bank. She truly loved the water.

Snap out of it.

He thought to himself before he rushed upstairs to his workplace. Anywhere where her scent did not linger and he was not driven mad by the sheer proximity of her.

He had gone five centuries without thinking of anything other than work, the night court, politics and other unpleasant traumas of his past.

But now all he could focus on was her. He closed his eyes and she appeared. In the rare instances where he slept his dreams were constantly haunted by her.

This was not good. Not for him and most definitely not for her. While he would never disrespect a woman’s boundaries, he didn’t trust himself around her. He didn’t trust himself to not say something stupid that could ruin them both.

He was obsessed and he couldn’t fathom the logic behind it.

So he did what shadows did best. He hid and he ran away.

warnings: smut!, oral (f! recieving ) if any of you don't want the smut part stop reading after ' you should have told me. Now, we’re going to be up all night fixing my incompetence and giving you the pleasure you deserve '. mentions of alcohol and drunkenness.

summary : the inner circle is wasted and decides to play never have i ever. things get heated and a particular shadowsinger feels the need to prove himself.

azriel x reader ( already mates )

Everyone had just completed a major mission in the spring court. The entire inner circle was exhausted and sick of work and diplomacy so they decided on a night out at rita’s. no work talk. No politics. Just good food and drinking games.

Safe to say things got out of hand very quickly. They had probably been there for only an hour but everyone was already drunk of their asses. Especially cassian.

“ y’all are hella bori-inggg ” cassian said in a sing-song voice while bringing new glasses of faewine for everyone.

“ sincere apologies for maintaining civil manners ” rhys joked before immediately drowning his glass.

Cassian and rhys both bursted into an insane argument while nesta, mor and feyre were on the dance floor. Well, mor and feyre were dancing. Nesta was just there to enjoy seeing them behave so drunk.

Azriel and y/n on the other hand were tucked into the corner of their table and were very content flirting with each other.

“ pretty sure my whiskey on the rocks is jealous” I say kind of slurred due to my current state.

“ really, why? ” azriel inquired

“ because your eyes are the most intoxicating thing in this place  ” I say before I lean into him with a really big smile on my face, seemingly very proud of my pick up line.

“ you’re officially too drunk  ” azriel states but there is a grin on his face and a slight pinkish hue on his cheekbones.

Someone’s blushing.

“ hey, loveturds ! ” cassian calls out to us “ we’re playing never have I ever so refill your glasses and pay attention to the room ” he says almost as if he was complaining. Nesta and him were just as bad in public. If not worse. God knows what the furniture in the house is traumatized by.

“ ooohhh never have I ever. Five bucks says cassian is going to be the most drunk by the end of the night ” mor declares.

“ ten says it’s actually nesta. She’s wild ” I say joining in on the conversation.

“ okay. Bets are in place. Everyone grab a glass and let’s get started ” rhys says.

“ okay, me first. Never have I ever stolen anything  ” feyre starts the game and almost every one drinks.

Cassian, Rhysand, Feyre, Nesta, Me.

“ what did you steal? ” azriel asks me with an interrogative look.

“ I may have stolen a couple of your leather straps when I first got to know you just to spite you ” I say before I take another sip of the wine still maintaining eye contact with azriel

“ that was you!  ” azriel exclaims before regaining his composure.

“ I am sorry, my love. That was very impulsive of me. Although I wish you would have told me sooner before I beat cassian’s ass for it ” azriel says , slightly amused rather than angry.

“ oh you’re going down. I had to listen to two lectures from rhysand! Two! ” cassian practically yells.

“ okay, chill out it ain’t that deep ” nesta says patting her mate on the chest.

“ moving on. Never have I ever gone skinny dipping ” nesta says quickly to change the topic before an argument broke place.

Legit everyone drinks this time. Who knew the night court was full of such freaks. Right. Everyone knew that.

It goes on for a couple more rounds

Never have I ever got drunk and hooked up with an ex.

Never have I ever gotten into a bar fight.

Never have I ever had a threesome.

“ never have I ever fallen asleep during sex ” feyre says and takes a sip. Oh yeah. she was drunk.

Rhysand jolts up and exclaims “ when?!”

“ you know what time I am talking about. In the cabin, I was too tired after all the snowball fights we had.” Feyre explains as if it was a normal occurrence while rhysand practically lost his mind.

Everyone enjoys the drama. The power of couple of pyrathin had no longer been so powerful.

I chuckle but take a drink too. Luckily, no one notices. No one except azriel.

“ what? When did this happen?” he whisper shouted

“ the one time were doing it in the morning. You were trying to wake me up by – you know- I fell asleep for a couple minutes. But I was woken right up and then I fresh and ready to go” I say trying to explain and make it sound not as bad as it was.

“ we’re leaving now. Someone’s about to stay up all night” azriel says before he gets up and offers his hand to his mate. He didn’t even bother saying goodbye to all their friends. They were still laughing their asses off while rhys had an entire existential crisis.

He winnowed us back to the house of wind and particularly to our bedroom and before I knew it I was picked up and tossed onto the bed.

“ you should have told me. Now, we’re going to be up all night fixing my incompetence and giving you the pleasure you deserve” azriel murmured hovering just above me before closing the gap and kissing me.

My hands tangle in his hair to pull him closer and angle his head to the side. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip and I part for him. It wasn’t long before we were panting in each other’s mouths, too high on each other.

His lips moved down my jaw and then my neck. Sucking and nibbling while I moaned. “ az, it really isn’t that big a deal” I try to reason

“ well, it is to me. My love deserves only the best. Nothing less” he grunted before moving lower and hiking my legs up his shoulders.

He bunched up my dress in his hands and pushed it upwards till my waist. His lips left small soft kisses on my thighs making me squirm.

“ oh, az!” I gasp when he bites on my inner thigh. My hips buck up and my hands shoot out to grab onto his hair and yank him where I need him.

“ patience, my love” he said while chuckling before kissing upwards till he reached the waistband and of my underwear.

The mighty shadowsinger bites down on the waistband of my panties and tugs them down using just his mouth while maintaining eye contact with me. I might have come from the sight alone it was hard to tell.

He pulls them entirely off my legs and throws them off the bed. Then my knees are back on his shoulder and he is spreading my legs wide apart with his broad shoulders.

I don’t even get a warning, just another bite to my inner thigh - which definitely left a mark before he dove in.

His tongue licked up my slit slowly as if he was trying to drag it out and a long low moan escaped my throat.

“ mhmm love the sounds you make, my love” azriel practically purred before the tip of his tongue was drawing tight circles on my clit.

“ oh fuck!” I gasp, completely arching off the bed. He placed one hand, completely splayed over my stomach to keep me down before he resumed eating me out just the way he knew drove me crazy.

Slow, leisure licks alternated with him sucking on my clit. i was a moaning mess beneath him. His shadows now held me in place to stop from squirming so much.

They acted as If I was ruining his mealtime by moving excessively.

His now free hands caressed my thighs causing them to slightly quiver before he entered a finger inside of me and hooked it forward.

The tight ball of white, hot pleasure at the base of my spine burst and I was coming moaning his name before I even knew it.

Azriel dragged out my orgasm with slowly thrusting his finger in and out till I was panting and eventually down from my high.

“ did that get rid of your sleep?” he asked laying beside me now.

“ for possibly the next month, yes” I say with slight laughter.

“ good. Cause we’re not done” he smirks before his shadows wrap around me again.

warnings : nothing just pure fluff.

azriel X eris ( mates )

summary : eris helps his bat boy feel comfortable in how own skin by practicing skin care routines and self care. pure cuddles and softness.

The first time azriel stayed over at eris’s house, eris truly realized how little azriel thought of himself because of his scars. How he always avoided looking in the mirror after a shower. According to him azriel was the most beautiful male , scratch that , the most beautiful being in all of pyrathin.

So he came up with an idea to help his mate get more comfortable with his body.

Skincare Routines

Every night they spent together, Eris forced his man to do his skincare routine with him. Tonight was no different.

“ baby, I love you. You know I do, but this is too much ” azriel said while eris applied a charcoal peel off face mask on his skin.

“ shhh. No talking with the mask on. It give wrinkles. Although you would look really hot like that as well ” eris murmured while still focused on applying the mask like it was a sacred duty. To him it was. He would do anything to make azriel stop being so hard on himself.

Azriel stayed quiet for the rest of the time eris applied the mask on his face. Instead he occupied himself by running his hands through eris’s long red hair. He loved his mate’s hair. So bright and shiny. Eris always took such good care of it. It was always brushed and styled whether he was at home or outside.

“ all done ” eris says almost triumphantly.

Azriel moves to rinse the mask off. Strong, pale arms wrap around his waist to stop him “ what are you doing ” eris asked.

“ washing it…off? ” azriel said , kind of confused

“ it’s a peel off mask. You wait for it dry then you peel it off your face. That’s how you get rid off all the stubborn dirt on your skin ” eris stated like it was obvious.

“ so I am just supposed to sit here with black goo on my face? “ azriel retorted with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

“ yes. Yes you are. Meanwhile I am going to apply oil to my hair. You’re welcome to watch “ eris said before moving to open his vial of some infused oil that had the fragrance of cloves and rosemary.

Azriel didn’t need to be told twice. He would watch eris count grains of sand and he would still be content . so he sat there on the ridiculous stool eris got for him because it wasn’t easy to find chairs that could accommodate wings and watched the absolute love of his life massage oil into his hair. “ you’re so amazing. You leave me awestruck everytime ” azriel whispered so low , his shadows didn’t even hear it.

Once eris is all done he combs his hair once and leaves it open. He shifts his attention back to azriel and taps the mask on his face to check if it’s dried yet.

“ a couple more minutes, shadowsinger “ he said.

“ just take it off. I would much rather spend my time doing more productive things “ azriel grumbled.

“ this is productive. This is self care. “ eris enunciated each word to emphasize how important self care was, especially for someone like azriel.

“ I don’t need self care. I care about myself enough when I eat and workout “ azriel says.

“ you hardly sleep, az. We’ve been spending nights together non-stop.  Did you really think I wouldn’t notice “ eris snaps.

“ i-I am sorry. “ azriel muttered, slightly hurt.

“ no-no oh cauldron don’t apologize! Just talk to me. Please. Let me be there for you in everyway you’re there for me. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. “ eris whispered cradling azriel’s face with the facemask still on.

Too overcome with emotion the ruthless shadowsinger didn’t know how to respond so he merely nodded and closed his eyes giving all of his trust to eris.

Eris whispered a small thank you before he started removing azriel’s mask. He was careful not to do it too roughly and accidently hurt his mate. Once that was gone, he gathered some moisturizing cream into his palms and applied it on azriel’s face. In between strokes of his fingers to massage it into azriel’s skin eris pressed soft kisses all over his face. On his forehead. His cheek. His chin. His eyebrows. Everywhere.

“ you’re so beautiful, az. So beautiful. “ eris whispered.

Azriel opened his eyes and was immediately met with his mate’s amber gaze.

He didn’t know what to do or say so he simply stroked eris’s jaw and kissed him softly. Even his shadows couldn’t resist anymore and tangled themselves in eris’s hair. With how often they did it, azriel was certain that it was their new favourite place. Fair enough. He, himself was quite obsessed with eris’s hair. And just everything about him in general as well.

Eris pulled back to look az in the eyes before he grabbed his hand and led him to bed. “ come on, sleepy time. I know you don’t sleep much. But I don’t think you can say no to cuddles. “

“ never. I can never say no to you “ azriel muttered with such devotion before he got into bed and eris snuggled up next to him, his hand on his chest and his face buried in his mate’s neck.

Eris grabbed one of azriel’s hands and brought it to his lips, brushing his lips against the scars in the most softest of kisses.

Azriel gasped. It wasn’t the first time eris had kissed his scars but everytime he did it, azriel was still always shocked.

“ I love you, so much. Even the parts you don’t want anyone else to see. Your scars don’t make you but they’re a part of you and they have all my love and affection “ eris stated like it was the most truest thing in the world.

“ I – I don’t – thank you. “ azriel choked out. His voice wobbled with emotion he tried his best to suppress.

“ you don’t thank me for this. You just let me love you, az. “ eris murmured into his hair before kissing azriel’s forehead.

warnings : wingplay!

azriel X reader ( mates )

“ so, cassian just picks up the entire sack of apples and carries it around everywhere like a squirrel with their winter nuts – it was hilarious especially with is pink headband on “ I recount the incident that happened this morning to azriel barely able to control my laughter.

Azriel acknowledges my story with a small “ that’s funny babe “ before going back to his work. He was bent over his desk looking over what were probably various reports from stations. Apparently there had been an odd sighing somewhere near Illyria so all stations were on complete lookout in case it was something serious.

“ az, you can’t keep working “ I say almost whining.

“ just one more hour. As soon as I am done reviewing these and responding back I am all yours, baby “ azriel says looking up from the desk covered in parchment and ink.

“ have you even eaten anything since breakfast “ I ask. It was early evening now.

“ I will, love. “ he says with the most monotonous focused voice possible.

“ ugh I am bringing you food. I swear to god if it weren’t for me you would work yourself to the ground “ I huff in irritation before I exist his workspace and head to the kitchen.

I pick up a plate and gather some fresh bread , cheese and fruit. I walk back up the stairs and into his workspace again. Sitting on the corner of his desk I pick up a strawberry from the plate and say “ open wide “

“ that’s usually my line “ az smirks before he eats it from my hand.

“ you’re insatiable ” I say before I hold up a piece of bread for him to eat.

This goes on for a couple minutes before azriel loses himself in writing responses to all the stations again and stops paying attention.

“ az! ” I scold holding the bread piece closer to his lips.

He still doesn’t pay attention and just opens his mouth while still looking at the papers and eats getting cheese all over his nose.

I scoff before I set the plate down. There is no taking care of this man. He is too focused on work which can be done even after a break.

An idea pops into my head. I hop off his desk and walk over to stand behind his chair.

“ az, be a good boy for me “ I whisper in his ear.

“ just a few more minutes, love “ he says not even fazed by my seductive voice.

Oh it’s game on.

I run one of my hands down azriel’s shoulder before brushing my knuckles against the edge of his wings. He shivers. Although that’s the only response I get before he flutters his wings once and gets back to writing.

Stepping up my game I stroke the leathery membrane right where it comes out of his back knowing he was particularly sensitive there.

“ what are you doing, love? “ he asks, his tone clipped.

“ just helping my mate relax for once “ I whisper with pure innocence before I draw tight circles with my fingers on the thinnest part of his wings.

The quill snaps in his hand and he groans.

“ love, please just – I am almost done “ azriel rasps , his hands curled in tight fists to control himself.

“ but I am not. “ I say.

I press my lips to his shoulder. Then his neck. Then right under his jaw. And at last on the edge of his wings.

He groans loudly before his wings expand to their full extent and his shadows erupt wildly around the room.

Satisfied with his reaction at my antics , a proud grin appears on my face. I walk to his desk again to pick the plate up again knowing that he would easily eat now.

Before I could even grab the plate azriel wraps his fingers arpund my wrist and pulls me on his lap.

“ you’re going to pay for this, love. “ he whispers into my ear before nibbling on my earlobe.

warnings : this is my first time writing, please excuse it. i would really appreciate if you guys could comment so i know how to improve and give you guys actual good content. just pure fluff. mentions of social anxiety.

azriel X fae reader in the night court

word count - 940

 Four years ago -

“ so, you’re called the shadowsinger? “ I ask azriel. It was probably my fourth or fifth time talking to him. He was kind. Quiet, yes. But the kind of quiet you find peace in. I liked quiet. Way better than the rowdy crowds of hewn city where I grew up.

“ yes “ he said. A simple one word answer. Ugh. I wanted more.

“ so, does this mean you sing? “ I ask hoping to rile him atleast to lengthen the conversation.

Azriel gave me the most confused yet bemused look in the world before his lips upturned in a slight grin. “ no. I do not sing. The shadowsinger means I control shadows. “

“ huh. The name is quite misleading then “ I say

“ I assure you, no one assumes by my title that I sing “ azriel said. Of course nobody did. He was feared all over pyrathin. Nobody would ever imagine him singing lullabies.

Present day

I stood on the terrace of the house of wind. The cold air causing my body to involuntarily shiver yet it was somehow better than the overcrowded heat in the main dining hall.

Feyre and Rhysand were hosting an exhibition for Feyre’s work. She painted beautifully and people all across the night court had come. There were even a few members from the winter and day court.

Safe to say it was crowded. Too crowded. I never worked well with large gatherings. Social anxiety really is a bitch. I thought it would get better with time but it didn’t.

A chill ran down my arms. Not the cold. Shadows. It wasn’t long before azriel emerged out of the inky darkness.

“ thought I would find you out here “ azriel said as he slowly walked towards me.

“ sorry, I just needed – “ I begin to give an explanation

“ some air. I know. It’s okay. It’s perfectly fine. “ azriel whispered as he caressed my cheek.

I let out a sigh of relief before I lean into his touch, allowing myself to forget the world in my mate’s arms. As If sensing what I needed , azriel wrapped his strong arms around me, pressing me to his chest. His leathery black wings enveloped us in a darkness I found great comfort in. Safe. Secure. Calm. Relaxed.

“ thank you “ I mutter.

I found my situation rather amusing. I was capable of fighting an entire army without so much as breaking a sweat yet crowds made me the most uncomfortable. Perhaps it was trauma, or perhaps it was just me not being strong enough.

My anxious thoughts rendered in my head so loud I must have accidently sent them down the bond.

Azriel tensed before he pulled away slightly to look me in the eye “ you’re the strongest person I know. Don’t you dare ever think this “

“ I can’t even handle staying in crowds, Az “ I say, my voice wobbling.

“ and that’s alright. You don’t have to stay in crowds when I am here to keep you perfectly entertained away from everyone. “ he says in an attempt to make me laugh. It worked. I let out a huff before I sobered up again.

“ when it’s just you and me, you brighten up my entire life, sunshine. Shadows don’t exist without light. You’re my light. Your sarcasm, your humour, your optimism, your jovialness all make my life so much better “ azriel says while he presses his forehead to mine.

I don’t even notice when his shadows plunge us into darkness and he winnows us to our bedroom.

“ come on, let’s get you ready for bed. I think you’re in need of some relaxation. “ azriel says before he starts picking out my nightdress from my closet.

“ wait- can I have one of your shirts instead ? “ I ask

Azriel turns around with the most beautiful smile on his face. “ you never have to ask, sunshine. My mere existence is devoted to you. What does a garment hold in comparison. “

I roll my eyes at his flirtatious comment. “ so cheeky “ I say before I grab a tshirt from his closet and change into it.

By the time I come out of the bathing chambers ready for bed, azriel is already in the covers. Shirtless. Ready. Waiting for me.

I smile before I quickly rush under the blanket and nuzzle into my mate’s chest.

“ goodnight azzy “ I murmur before I press a kiss to his chest.

“ good night , sunshine “ he mutters into my hair before pecking my forehead.

I close my eyes. A minute passes. Two. Three. Ten. Twenty. I couldn’t sleep. Ugh.

I shift trying to find a more comfortable position. “ what are you doing? “ azriel mumbles probably half asleep. “ I can’t bloody sleep “ I huff in frustration.

“ close your eyes “ azriel says

“ no shit “ I say

“ just close them. I promise you’ll be asleep in no time “ he says

I open my mouth for another sassy remark before I shut it and just close my eyes again too tired to argue.

A hum. Slow and low. Then a melody. Soft lyrics reaching my ears in my mate’s voice. It was our favorite song, the one we slow dance to every time we’re at Rita’s.

His wings unfurl and wrap around us both like a velvet blanket while he continues to bless the atmosphere with his heavenly voice. It isn’t long before I start relaxing, my jaw unclenching, shoulders dropping and I settle closer to azriel.

The last thought that comes to my mind before I sleep is –