summary: they got caught. part two of Rendezvous but can be read as a standalone
a/n: ever write a 5 page fanfic instead of a 5 page essay for a class you need to pass to graduate in 8 weeks 😅😅
warnings: smut, familial dissapointment
Rhys poorly fought back a smile as Azriel sat stiff as a board in a chair ill-suited to wings. Eris ranted at Thea some more about how foolish and reckless she has been the night of his coronation ball. Rhys just seemed to find the whole situation quite amusing, totally relaxed leaning against a bookcase in Eris’s study.
“I have half a mind to order you two married!” Eris shouted to the walls. “Letting yourself be found in such a state.”
Memories of that night still flashed in Azriel’s mind in the hushed darkness of the night when his mind was not so occupied.
Adjusting her bodice, Thea cursed softly as she looked in the mirror. “No matter what I try, I’ll still look freshly fucked without rearranging my hair.” She fluffed the curls that had come loose. “I’ll have to use the servant’s passage to get back to my room.”
Azriel quelled the smug satisfaction that rose in his chest. “You can fix your hair,” he said, leaning into whisper in her ear. “But you’re going to feel well-fucked for a week.”
She shuddered at his words, leaning into his warmth and a heart-rendering beautiful smile curved her lips. With a tilt of her head and the slightest extension of her neck, she captured Az’s lips with her own, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good” she whispered back.
Before anymore feelings rose in his chest, he cleared his throat and reached to open the door for her. His too-large frame seemed to invade so much of her space. Distracted by the proximity, he forgot to check the room before she glided out, Azriel hot on her heels – right into the sight of a passing pair of palace guards.
“No need for marriage, brother,” she sighed out. “It’s not like I would have been a blushing bride anyways. All that got fucked out of me years ago.”
Azriel whipped his head to her, astonished by the brazen comment. Rhys snorted a laugh and tried to cover it with a cough. And Eris just looked exhausted with her.
“No matter the reality of your virtue, sister, you got caught this time!”
“Father is dead, Eris,” she said, voice rising to finally show some emotion other than boredom. “So, unless you wish to have me flogged for my crimes then I suppose you’ll just have to contain this.” The last word hissed from between her teeth, likening her to a cornered house cat in Azriel’s mind.
Azriel shifted in his seat, aware of the temper rising in Eris’s eyes. “No, Theodosia, I will not have you flogged for your crimes. But you have conducted yourself in a matter unbefitting your station and I will have youcontained if you continue to act like a fool.”
Eris tiled his head as opposed to answering.
Rhys cleared his throat, jumping in to save himself and Azriel from the uncomfortable tension of watching someone else’s family argument. “What can we do here, Eris, to resolve this?”
Eris finally tore his angry gaze from his sister. “Keep it quiet on your end, for now.” Eris shifted his gaze to look at Azriel. “No bragging from the rooftops that you managed to bed a princess.”
“There wasn’t a bed involved,” Thea mumbled under her breath so only Azriel might hear.
Steeling his features in spite of Thea’s comment, Azriel nodded once at Eris, hoping that would be enough.
“You were meant to help me, Thea,” Eris’s voice softened with disappointment. “I needed to be the positive refection of me you were for father.”
Devastation clouded Thea’s face and Azriel wanted to take Eris by the shoulders. “I suppose I can’t count on you after all.” With that last stinging comment, Eris began walking towards the door, Thea’s eyes following after him, unspoken words hanging on her lips. Azriel rose as Eris departed. The click of the door latch seemed to be an arrow to Thea’s heart. Silver gathered in her eyes, and she quickly dabbed at her eyes before any tears could fall.
She looked to Rhys and said, “Thank you for helping contain the story.” She rose and gave Rhys a quick curtsy before turning to Azriel. “You as well.”
Pain flooded Azriel’s chest at the sight of her pained faced trying to hide behind a false smile. Not caring that Rhys remained, watching him closely. “Don’t listen to him,” Azriel found himself saying. “There’s no reason for him to be this upset.”
“No, Eris is right, it pains me to say.” She sniffled. “I am a reflection on him and the court. Allowing myself to be caught up with you was reckless, for both of us.”
Azriel couldn’t stop the hand that found her face. She couldn’t seem to stop the nuzzle into his palm.
Rhys cleared his throat again, breaking the tension in the room once again. With some effort, Azriel made his hand fall back to his side. “Unless you have anything else, Princess, we’ll be going.”
Thea took a few steps towards the door and showed them to the hall. “Thank you again.”
“You shouldn’t let your brother have so much control over your emotions,” Rhys offered as he took Azriel’s arm before winnowing.
“He’s my big brother,” Thea shrugged. “I can’t stand to disappoint him.”
Rhys nodded before they were swept into darkness and shadow.
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“I never thought I would see the day where you cared about a Vanserra’s feelings, Az,” Rhys crooned as they walked into the front entrance of the River House.
Azriel knew the disappointment only family could wring from a soul. He wanted to take her in his arms and fly her far from there, rescue the young princess from her wicked older brother. He wanted to be someone’s knight in shining armor.
Alas, his destiny lied in the shadows. He spent far too long as the Night Court’s dagger in the dark to transform into a shining knight now.
Azriel just sighed, the emotional confession cloistering deep in his chest. “He had no right to speak to her like that.”
“By custom and law of the Autumn Court, he does have the right to speak to her like that, as cruel as it may have seemed. He also reserves the right, might I remind you, to demand you marry Princess Theodosia or pay her bride price and then some or risk going into a duel with Eris.”
Rhys let out a sigh that only a long-suffering male should emit. “Nonetheless, try not to get caught with anymore princesses in compromising positions.”
“Now there’s a story I need to hear,” Feyre said as she rounded the corner. “Do tell.”
“Not my story, Feyre darling.” Rhys looked back at Azriel. “You’ll have to pester that one for more details.”
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Darkness and peace had finally fallen across the world. The trees who had stood as faithful sentries outside her window and past the meadow now cast their long shadows, silver moonlight flowing through the trunks and branches to sketch their forms upon the waiting grasses. Thea spent unknown hours at her balcony, simply watching and marveling how the world changed each day.
A whisper sent chills skittering down her back. Relying on instinct alone, she looked up to see the shifting of great wings on the rooftop far above her head. “Azriel,” she whispered. “I can see you.”
A dark wind rustled the dressing gown she had draped over herself to step on the balcony. When Thea turned her head up and back, she found the Shadow Singer there, concern etching his fine features.
“I came to see if you were alright.”
“I will be,” she sighed. “Eris and I have always had a soft spot for each other.” She lifted on shoulder in a shrug. “He can’t stand to say no to me, and I can’t stand to disappoint him.”
For a moment, it was all she could do to maintain the burning passion that lit his hazel eyes. “Why are you really here, Azriel?” Thea said, voice barley above a whisper.
“Because I can’t seem to stay away.” The words ignited a spark in her heart that would never be doused by another.
She fitted her perfect, pale hand to his. “Would it make me a terrible person if I tell you I don’t want you to stay away.”
In response, he dipped his head to her cheek and pressed his lips over the soft rosiness she knew bloomed there at his gaze. Thea moved her head and found his lips, so soft and bitter like dark, unsweetened tea.
Thea twisted her body, leading this warrior to her bed while never detaching her lips from his. For a moment she marveled at his allowance of such a following.
She let her body sink onto the soft mattress one segment at a time. As though she lowered herself through a pool of amber sap, her knees found the bedding, followed by her hips, then her abdomen, then her chest, then her shoulders, then her head as she laid herself out for Azriel to do with as he wished.
His towering frame rose over hers, blocking out the moon and her ribbons of silver drifting through the world.
A hot needy pulse rattled her bones as Azriel kissed each inch of skin her revealed as the robe, the nightgown fell away. His clothes went somewhere because the next thing she knew he had his hot, naked body on top of hers. For a moment, she marveled at the stark contrast of his dark tan against her paleness. The proud length of him pressed into her belly as he worshipped her face, neck, and chest with languid kisses.
“I am going to worship you, Theodosia. I am going to ruin you for every other male. The only name you’ll remember to scream is mine.”
“Do it,” she begged. “Fuck me, Azriel. Rough. Just like before.”
“No,” he said, still sliding his way down her body, hardness returning to his tone. “I decide how we do this. If I want to take you hard and fast, rutting into you like an animal, you’ll take it.” His kisses were on her tummy now and she hated the cold bareness of her chest without him. “But if I want to make this last, drag out your pleasure, then I will.”
She could not find it in herself to disagree.
He landed on his knees before the bed, great black wings framing the rest of his body, making him appear as a demon come to take her. He looked to her glistening wetness and suddenly a hunger overtook his features. Azriel wasted no more time before making a meal of her.
Azriel licked and sucked and pushed into her, the sensation so overwhelming that she could barely decern what exactly he did. Before long, a tidal wave of pleasure found her, rushing through her body with such violence Azriel hissed in pain from where her hand gripped his soft waves.
Then Azriel rose, sliding into her before the aftershocks of her first climax were through, pushing her over the edge all while telling her how beautiful, how whorish, how perfect, and how well she took him. She found her pleasure again quite easily. When Azriel found his, those great wings expanded and twitched with the expending.
Azriel staying resting inside her, panting into her hair before easing himself free. Cleaning up only took a moment before they settled onto the pillows, Thea’s fiery hair splaying across his wing as she tucked herself into his side.
Sleep was coming for her fast, dreams of soaring in the clouds waiting for her on the other side of night’s veil. The deep, even fall of Azriel’s chest told her he may find rest here as well.
Let someone find them her, her last thought settled into her soul. She would happily face the consequences for another few moments with Azriel.
The blinding light of day forced Thea’s eyes open, and she swore she could still hear the strong pulse of wings ringing in her ears. A single pink rose lay upon her bed side table and a note in delicate, sure writing.
The sudden blossoming in her chest of elation and anticipation had her rolling onto her back and sighing up at the painted ceiling.
After her moment of girlish delight, she sat up straight as though pricked by a pin. Her thoughts raced as she rapidly came to a wonderous, disastrous conclusion. She was falling in love with Azriel.
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