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start a war
Azriel x Archeron!Mate!Reader
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Summary: based on this ask - title from Jennie's 'start a war'. Azriel is very protective of you, but you've never been bothered by it. So when your sons are protective of you as well? You're nothing but grateful for their support.
Warnings: some bullying/misogynistic shit from the Illyrians, mentions of wing clipping, I don't think there's anything else
Words: ~2.3k
Author's Note: @romantasyreader28 I'm so happy to finally have this request done for you!! Writing protective Az was sooo fun, I really hope you like it! ☺️🫶
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Heyyyyy this is my first post soo im seeing if this is something I want to do!!!!!! This is angstyyyy so enjoy!!!
Azriel x reader
About 1000 words
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Azriel had never been one for grand displays of emotion, not in all the centuries he had lived. His shadows were often enough to mask the turmoil that constantly swirled within him, the doubts and insecurities he carried as silently as the wind. But the tension between him and you had been building for weeks now, and it was clear even to his shadows. They whispered to him of the cracks in your once unshakable bond, but he ignored them, refusing to face the truth.
He was tired. Tired of the endless fights, of the misunderstandings that left him feeling more alone than he ever thought possible. You were always so bright, so full of life and hope. It had been the reason he fell for you in the first place—your light drew him in like a moth to a flame. But now that very light felt like it was suffocating him, highlighting every flaw, every mistake, every failure he couldn’t outrun.
Tonight, the argument had escalated beyond either of your control.
“I don’t understand why you can’t just be honest with me!” you had shouted, voice breaking under the weight of frustration. “I feel like I’m fighting for this relationship alone, Azriel!”
He stood there, jaw clenched, shadows swirling around his feet in a frenzy. His wings twitched, itching for flight, for escape. His eyes, usually so calm and calculating, burned with something darker, something ugly.
“I never asked you to fight for me,” he snapped back, the words slipping from his tongue before he could stop them.
You flinched, and he immediately regretted it. But instead of apologizing, instead of softening like he should have, he doubled down.
“Maybe if you stopped trying so hard, it wouldn’t be so difficult,” he continued, his tone cutting and cruel. “You’re suffocating me with your constant need for reassurance. I don’t need it, and I certainly don’t want it.”
The silence that followed was suffocating, thick and heavy with the weight of his words. His shadows recoiled, retreating as if they, too, were horrified by what he had just said.
You stood there, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. He could see the way his words had wounded you, deeper than any physical blow could have. And yet, you didn’t cry. You didn’t yell. You just… stared at him, as if seeing him for the first time, as if the person standing in front of you was a stranger.
“I see,” you said quietly, your voice hollow.
Azriel took a step forward, regret flooding his chest, but you held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.
“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “No, don’t come closer. I can’t—” You swallowed, your throat working as you tried to find the words. “I can’t do this anymore, Azriel. I’ve been trying so hard to make this work, but it’s clear that it’s not enough. I’m not enough.”
He wanted to argue, to tell you that wasn’t true, that you were more than enough for him, that you were everything. But the words got caught in his throat, tangled up in the anger and frustration that had been boiling under his skin for weeks now.
You took a deep breath, your hands trembling as you ran them through your hair, pulling it back from your face. “I just need some space,” you said, your voice wavering. “I need to figure out what I want, what I deserve. And I can’t do that with you right now.”
Azriel’s heart clenched painfully in his chest as he watched you turn and walk toward the door. His wings twitched again, his body screaming at him to stop you, to beg for your forgiveness. But he stayed rooted to the spot, too stunned, too angry with himself to move.
You paused at the threshold, your hand resting on the doorframe as you turned to look at him one last time. “I love you,” you said softly, “but I can’t keep giving and giving when it’s never going to be enough. Not for you.”
Then you were gone, the door closing softly behind you, leaving Azriel alone in the deafening silence of the room. His shadows crept back toward him, hesitant, as if even they weren’t sure how to comfort him now.
He collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in his hands as the weight of his words, of his actions, came crashing down around him. He had driven you away. The one person who had ever truly seen him, who had loved him despite all his flaws, was gone. And it was his fault.
For hours, Azriel sat there, replaying the argument over and over in his head, wondering where it had all gone so wrong. How had he let his own insecurities, his own fears, push you away? You had been trying—he knew that now, could see it so clearly in the aftermath. You had been fighting for him, for the relationship, and he had thrown it back in your face.
When he finally rose from the couch, the sky outside had darkened, the stars twinkling faintly in the distance. He moved to the bedroom, hoping to find some semblance of peace in sleep, but as he entered, his eyes landed on something that stopped him in his tracks.
A note, folded neatly, resting on the pillow where you used to sleep.
With trembling hands, he picked it up, unfolding the paper to reveal your delicate handwriting.
Azriel,
I just wanted you to know that this was me trying. I tried to be everything you needed, but it was never enough, and I’ve come to realize that it never will be. I love you, but I can’t stay in a relationship where I feel like I’m constantly failing. I hope one day you understand that I didn’t leave because I stopped caring. I left because I had to start caring about myself.
Goodbye.
The words blurred as his vision clouded with tears. He clutched the note tightly in his hand, his heart shattering into a million pieces.
He had lost you.
And this time, there was no fixing it. No amount of apologies or promises could undo the damage he had caused. You had given him everything, and in return, he had pushed you away.
Azriel sank to his knees, the weight of the empty room pressing down on him like a vice. His shadows curled around him, as if trying to comfort him, but they couldn’t reach the part of him that was broken beyond repair.
You were gone.
And he had no one to blame but himself.
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Silent Lullabies Pt 4.
Azriel X f!reader
Summary: Azriel and Y/n take a step closer to each other but is that enough
Warnings: angst, emotional turmoil!!
Authors note: Finally back!!! I've been dealing with major writers block and just trying to survive in school lol. Also this chapter is a bit short but the next one is going to be longer.
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The words hit you like a wave, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Everyone went still, and then the murmur of congratulations began, but you were still frozen. They had all been smiling, but their eyes flickered nervously toward you, unsure of how to react, how to celebrate when they knew the state of your heart, when they knew you were not quite there with them.
You tried to smile, tried to be happy for her, and you whispered, “I’m happy for you, Fey,” but the words felt like they got stuck in your throat. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for her—of course, you were but something sharp and painful cut through you. You hated that you felt sad. You hated that the joy you wanted to share with her felt tainted by the emptiness inside you.
Feyre’s voice softened, and she started, “I wish-” but she didn’t finish.
“Don’t,” you whispered, your voice tight, almost broken. You stood up quickly, needing to put some distance between you and the table, between you and the growing ache in your chest. You reached out, pulling her into a hug. “You’ll make an excellent mother,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. Feyre hugged you back tightly, her arms warm and reassuring, but all you could feel was the distance between you and everything that used to be.
You pulled back from the hug, forcing a smile even though it felt like a mask slipping over your face. “Excuse me, I’ll be going to bed,” you said quietly, the words barely more than a whisper. You couldn’t stay there, couldn’t sit at the table and pretend everything was okay when it felt like your walls were cracking under the pressure.
You turned quickly, walking toward your room, but as you passed through the hall, you heard the sound of their laughter, their congratulations, the excited murmurs of joy filling the air. And you stopped for a moment, your hand on the doorframe, your chest tight. You wanted to be happy for her. You wanted to celebrate with them. But why did it feel like everything inside of you was crumbling, like you were too far gone to share in that happiness?
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Azriel had seen how broken you were when Feyre announced her pregnancy. He had felt it through the bond you had forgotten to close off this evening. Every raw emotion crashed into him, the sharp sting of sorrow, the aching hollowness that you tried to bury beneath a forced smile. It settled inside him like a weight, pressing against his ribs, making it hard to breathe.
His eyes followed you as you walked away, his shadows shifting restlessly, aching to follow you, to wrap around you and shield you from this moment. But he stayed seated, forcing himself to believe that maybe—just maybe, you wanted space. That you needed to process this on your own.
But anger burned low and simmered beneath his skin. They knew. Rhys and Feyre knew how fragile you still were, how much you had lost, how much you still carried. And yet they had sprung this on you tonight, in front of everyone, as if it wouldn’t crack something inside you. Azriel was happy for them truly, he was, but did it have to be now?
"Excuse me," he said, standing abruptly.
Rhys reached out, stopping him before he could leave. “Az,” he murmured, regret lining his voice.
Feyre’s face was tight with guilt as she glanced toward the door you had disappeared through. "I didn’t think she was going to come down tonight," she admitted. "I had planned to announce it, but… I should have waited."
Azriel clenched his jaw, his wings tensing as he exhaled sharply. He wanted to be understanding, he knew Feyre hadn’t meant to hurt you, but that didn’t change the fact that she had. That Rhys had.
"You should have waited," he said, his voice low, controlled, but edged with something sharp. "She’s barely keeping herself together as it is."
Feyre’s expression crumbled, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I know," she whispered. "I just—I thought maybe it would bring her some happiness."
Azriel scoffed softly, shaking his head. "You thought wrong."
Rhys sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Az—"
But Azriel was already turning away. "I’m checking on her," he said, leaving no room for argument.
Just before he stepped out of the room, he paused, glancing back at them. His gaze softened, sincerity threading through his words. "Congratulations, brother. Truly, I mean it." And then he walked out.
The hall was quiet, save for the distant murmurs of celebration behind him. But his focus was already elsewhere. His shadows stretched ahead, slipping under doors and down corridors, searching for you, drawn to your pain as much as he was.
And when he reached your door, hesitating only for a second before knocking softly. No answer
Azriel knocked again, harder this time, his patience fraying. Still no answer. A sinking feeling clawed at his chest, and before he could second-guess himself, he pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
Panic shot through him like ice. His shadows darted ahead, swirling through the space, searching, desperate. The room was eerily still, untouched, but then—then, his eyes caught the faintest flicker of movement. A sliver of light from the slightly ajar bathroom door.
Azriel crossed the room in a heartbeat, the door creaking as he pushed it open.
His breath caught.
Glass shimmered across the tiled floor, jagged pieces reflecting the dim light. And there, in the too-cold water of the bathtub, you sat curled into yourself, your arms wrapped tight around your body.
His heart pounded against his ribs. The sight of you, so small, so utterly broken—knocked the breath from his lungs and almost brought him to his knees.
"Love," his voice cracked, raw with emotion as he moved closer, careful of the glass beneath his boots. You didn’t respond. You only stared blankly ahead, as if you weren’t even fully here, as if you had been dragged somewhere unreachable.
Azriel crouched beside the tub, his hands hovering above the water, unsure if you’d let him touch you. "You're freezing," he whispered, his voice thick with something dangerously close to desperation.
Still, you didn’t move.
Azriel doesn’t hesitate. He pulls off his boots, stepping into the tub without a second thought, the cold water soaking through his clothes as he settles across from you. He doesn’t care. Not about the chill, not about the discomfort—only about you.
For a long moment, neither of you speak. The silence stretches, thick with things unsaid, until his voice finally breaks through.
“Talk to me,” he pleads, his hands finding your arms, rubbing slow, steady circles in a desperate attempt to warm you. His touch is gentle, grounding. “Please.”
You swallow hard, your gaze dropping to where the water ripples between you. “I didn’t—” Your voice falters, but you force yourself to continue. “I am happy for Feyre. If that’s why you’re here.” You lift your eyes to meet his, searching, hoping he understands. “I just… I just couldn't be in there.”
“Hey,” he says softly, tilting his head, trying to catch your gaze. “I’m here for you. And you never have to explain what you feel to me, not now, not ever.” His voice is firm, unwavering. “I’m always on your side, no matter what.”
You nod, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the tears at bay.
Azriel watches you for a beat before exhaling through his nose, as if making a decision. “Come on,” he murmurs, reaching for a towel. He wraps it around your trembling body, his movements careful, deliberate. The warmth seeps into your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth in his touch, the steady way he holds you as he helps you up.
He doesn’t say a word as he dries you off, dresses you in one of your softer nightgowns, then guides you to the bed. Only after cleaning up the shattered glass does he return, standing beside you, his eyes still searching, still worried.
He’s about to say something when you shake your head, cutting him off.
"I'll be fine, Az," you say, forcing a small, fragile smile. You don’t want him to stay. You don’t want him to see how bad your nights have become.
For a moment, he doesn’t move. His gaze lingers on you, as if debating whether or not to push.
"Don't do that," Azriel says, his jaw clenching. "Don't push me away."
He wanted—needed—to be here with you. He knew the mental toll tonight had taken on you.
You stay quiet. "I just can't do this right now," you exhale, the lie slipping easily from your lips. "I just need to be by myself."
Azriel steps forward, kneeling in front of you. You try your hardest to look anywhere but at him, to escape the vulnerability in his eyes, because you know one look is all it would take for you to give in.
His fingers brush against your cheek, tilting your face towards him, his touch impossibly gentle..
"I'm scared." His voice wavers.
Your breath catches. "What?"
Azriel takes a shuddering breath, his throat bobbing as he swallows.
"I'm scared that if I walk out that door, something's going to happen." His voice is barely above a whisper now, raw with emotion. "And I—" He exhales shakily. "I just can't leave you."
You look into his eyes, and for a moment, it feels like the world is standing still. There’s so much pain in his gaze, so much fear—for you, for what might happen if he leaves. The vulnerability that’s always been hidden beneath his tough exterior is laid bare, and you realize that this isn’t just about you anymore. It’s about him, too.
You feel the weight of everything pressing on your chest, the guilt, the sadness, the exhaustion and yet, there’s something else, something unexpected: relief. He’s here. He wants to be here.
You blink, swallowing the knot in your throat.
"Az... I..." The words feel so small, so insignificant in the face of what you both are going through. But you know you can’t push him away anymore.
The silence between you stretches, and then, before you can stop yourself, you reach out, pulling him closer. His breath hitches as he leans into you, the tension in his body melting the second your arms encircle him.
For a moment, he’s still, unsure. Then he lets out a long, quiet sigh, as if he’s been holding his breath for hours.
"Please," he whispers against your hair, his voice broken. "Just tonight. Let me be here."
And you do. You let go of the part of you that wanted to push him away, the part that convinced you you didn’t deserve this. You let him hold you, feel his warmth, his presence wrapping around you like a blanket.
Because, at the end of the day, you both needed this. You needed him, just as much as he needed you.
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Azriel didn’t sleep the entire night. He held you through every shuddering breath, every restless toss and turn, as if letting go would mean losing you completely. He hadn’t realized how desperately he’d needed to hold you, to remind himself that you were still here. That he could still do something.
Now, with the first light creeping through the curtains, he watches your brow furrow in sleep. Without thinking, he leans down and presses a soft kiss against your forehead, smoothing away the tension, just like you always did for him.
A small part of him wants to stay like this, wants to pretend that last night meant things were getting better. But he knows better.
So he moves carefully, slipping out of bed, intending to make you breakfast because deep down, he had a sickening feeling you hadn’t been eating.
But the moment he stands, something brushes against his leg.
Azriel stills, frowning as he kneels, reaching under the bed. His fingers close around something cold, and when he pulls it into the morning light, his stomach turns.
A bottle.
His pulse pounds in his ears as he glances back under the bed. More of them. Hidden away.
A sharp breath hisses through his teeth. He doesn’t even realize he’s gripping the bottle too tightly until his knuckles ache.
Behind him, you stir.
A groan leaves your lips as you wake, head throbbing, the remnants of nightmares clinging to you like a second skin. You blink blearily, still expecting to be alone, only to find Azriel sitting rigidly at the edge of the bed, his back turned to you, shoulders tense.
Something was wrong.
“Az?” Your voice is still rough with sleep, but there’s something else now, an undercurrent of dread curling through your ribs.
He doesn’t answer right away.
When he finally turns to face you, his jaw is clenched so tight it looked painful. He held your gaze for a long, unreadable moment before he spoke.
“I think you need to talk to Madja.”
Your stomach drops.
“What?” you force out,
Azriel exhales sharply, the sound barely controlled. “I’m worried about you.”
You shake your head immediately. “Az, I’m fine.”
His expression doesn’t change. If anything, it hardens. “You think drinking yourself to oblivion every night is fine?”
The room tilts slightly. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw the bottles,” he says quietly, but there’s an edge to his voice now, something restrained, like a thread pulled too tight. “Under your bed.”
Your breath stutters, and something like shame claws at your throat. But you shove it down, sitting up straighter. “It’s not—It’s not like that.”
Azriel looks at you, his hazel eyes dark and unwavering. “Then what is it like?”
You hate that he’s seeing this. Hate that he’s looking at you like that-like he’s trying to put together the pieces of something broken.
“I don’t need to talk to Madja,” you say, your voice sharper now, defensive. “I’ve been doing fine.”
“No,” Azriel says, shaking his head. “You haven’t.”
“You don’t get to decide that.” You grit your teeth
“I’m not deciding anything,” he says, the frustration bleeding into his voice. “I’m telling you what I see. And I see you drowning.”
Your nails dig into your palms. “I don’t need your help.”
Azriel exhales, slow and measured, like he’s trying to keep himself in check. “That’s bullshit.”
You glare at him, your heart hammering against your ribs. “Why are you even here, Az? What, you want to play hero? Fix me?”
His jaw tightens. “I want you to stop pretending you’re okay when you’re not.”
“I didn’t ask for that.”
“No,” he says, his voice quieter now, but no less sharp. “You didn’t.” He looks at you, really looks at you, and something in his expression flickers, something raw, something almost pleading. “But I can’t just sit here and watch you destroy yourself.”
Something in your chest twists violently.
“Then don’t,” you say, your voice cold. “I’ve been fine without you for a while now.”
The words are out before you can stop them, sharp and cold and final.
Azriel stills. His fingers flex at his sides, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak for a long moment. And then, finally, he exhales through his nose and pushes to his feet.
A muscle jumps in his jaw as he looks down at you, his face unreadable. “Fine.” It shouldn’t sting, but it does.
He steps back, shadows curling at his heels as he heads for the door. But just before he reaches it, he pauses. Doesn’t look back.
“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, voice quiet but firm. “About always being here for you. We made a vow to each other and I intend on keeping it”
And then he’s gone, the door clicking shut behind him. And you’re left alone.
The silence that follows is suffocating.
You stare at the door, heart still pounding, fingers curled into the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring you.
He’s gone.
You should feel relieved. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? To keep him at a distance, to stop him from seeing the parts of you that were fraying at the edges. To protect him from the mess you’ve become.
But all you feel is hollow.
Your eyes flicker to the bottle still clutched in your hand. You don’t even remember grabbing it, but there it is—cool and solid against your palm, the last thing tethering you to reality.
You squeeze your eyes shut and inhale deeply, willing the tremor in your hands to stop.
Azriel saw. He knew. And now, there was no taking it back. You should’ve known better than to think you could hide this from him.
You don’t know how long you sit there, staring at the wall, your mind racing in circles. Minutes? Hours? The light outside shifts, and eventually, you drag yourself out of bed, feeling like you’re moving through water.
You pace the room once. Twice. Your skin felt too tight, your chest too full.
You needed air.
Your feet carry you towards the balcony before you can think twice about it, and before you know it, you’re outside, the cool morning air biting at your skin. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill, but it does nothing for the ache inside your ribs.
Azriel’s scent lingers in your room. The ghost of him still clings to the space he left behind.
And gods, you wanted to chase after him.
You wanted to run to him, tell him you didn’t mean it, that you didn't want him to go.
But you don’t.
Instead, you sink down onto the floor, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as the weight of everything crashes over you.
You don’t know how long you sit there, but eventually, exhaustion wins.
And when you finally drag yourself back inside, the only thing left is the gnawing, empty quiet.
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Azriel didn’t know his heart could break more than it already had, until tonight.
Your words echoed in his mind, each one a confirmation of how much he had failed you. The weight of it was unbearable, suffocating. By the time he made it back to his room, his stomach twisted violently, and the first thing he did was stumble into the bathroom and throw up.
The realization hit him like a blade to the gut, you had drowned your sorrows in bottles instead of him. And the bitterness that followed was something he couldn’t shake.
Azriel gripped the edges of the sink, his knuckles white as he tried to steady himself. His reflection stared back at him, hollow-eyed, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Shadows curled around his shoulders, restless, feeding off the storm raging inside him.
You had chosen the bottle over him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling sharply through his nose. It shouldn’t matter..it wasn’t about him. This was about you, about the pain you carried, the weight you refused to share. And yet, the thought of you suffering alone, of you pushing him away when all he wanted was to help, made something inside him splinter.
He had known you were hurting, but seeing it up close, seeing the bottles stashed beneath your bed, the way you flinched at his concern made it real in a way he wasn’t prepared for. And it killed him.
His hands trembled as he turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face, hoping it would wash away the sick feeling in his gut. But it didn’t. Nothing would.
Because no matter how much he wanted to be the one to help you, you didn’t want his help.
And that hurt more than anything.
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You weren't speaking to anyone in the house. The silence had become suffocating, a constant companion that pressed against you, reminding you of everything you couldn’t escape. Most days, you found yourself hiding away with Clotho, retreating to the library as a sanctuary from the chaos swirling inside your mind.
Feyre’s bump was unmistakable now, a joyful sign of life that only amplified the ache you carried. She’d tried to reach out, tried to talk to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be around her. You couldn’t bear to cast a shadow over her happiness, and if you did, you knew how it would end: with you comforting her, reassuring her that none of this was her fault. That she had nothing to feel guilty for.
Cassian had made attempts, trying to coax even the faintest smile from you with his jokes. But Nesta saw it, the hollow look in your eyes, the way your lips never quite formed a smile. No matter how hard you tried, the façade wouldn’t stick. You couldn’t pretend anymore.
And Azriel… you and him were locked in your usual dance of silence, each passing day feeling heavier than the last. The weight of what had been left unsaid between you was unbearable, and the thought of trying to fix it seemed almost impossible.
You hadn’t touched a drink since that last argument, your longest streak in a while. You couldn’t even bring yourself to admit it to him, not after how things had ended. Not when you weren’t even sure if anything could ever be the same again.
They had all noticed how much worse you were getting. Yet, no one knew how to fix it
The house was eerily quiet when you returned from another long day with Clotho. Too quiet.
A sinking feeling settled in your stomach as you stepped inside.
Then you saw them...sitting in the living room, waiting for you. Concern was written all over their faces. Your eyes landed on Azriel, standing in the far corner, his jaw clenched tight, shadows curling at his feet.
And the absurdity of it all wasn’t lost on you. An intervention. They were staging a damn intervention.
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i suck at male pov - but i enjoy it. anyway, here we go. unedited. don't come for me xo
You had called to let me know that you’d broken up with your boyfriend.
Again.
It wasn’t the first time I’d received a call like this – a strange familiarity in your choice of words and lack of climatic emotion. I’m for hell sure it won’t be the last time either. Knowing your ways, your wants, your quirks; how you’d go above and beyond to throw yourself headfirst into relationships only to drown somewhat peacefully into the toxicity of what you’d delved into in exchange for a temporary solution to romantic isolation. I loathed it. Hated everything you did and sort after for satisfaction when really, if you just asked – you could have had anything you ever wanted.
The trip from mine to yours is quicker than I remember. Maybe it's because my mind is consumed in overthinking about what I’m going to find when I get to you – perchance it's because I’ve run a dozen redlights on the way over, but the danger, the fines, the chaos I’m causing is worth it to see you. Your apartment door is unlocked; presumably that way because of the last person who left the place. He’s a dick. I could have told you that. I tried to – honestly, but you wouldn’t listen.
The sound of running water half concealing tears is coming from the bathroom. It’s always the bathroom. Not that I’m surprised. That place outside of the bedroom is like your sanctuary. Like your garden of Eden. Both your heaven and hell whenever somebody else is in there. A sacred fucking space. The doors ajar. You’re staring into your vanity mirror with an expression akin to someone lost looking for answers and a mixture of dry tears and salty sobs have stained the makeup on your face. You look breathtaking. Stunning. Worth a million galleon more than whatever that prick has convinced you you’re worth.
You’re not wearing much – it’s obvious that the fight, the breakup, happened midway through you getting ready for date night. Typical. Every Thursday without fail regardless of whoever at the time you were seeing. We’d always gossip about them on a Friday morning. By gossip, I mean you’d talk, and I’d just listen. I’d always listen. Your voice always had the capability of intoxicating me more so than red wine or whiskey ever could.
Oh, how I fucking craved, throbbed, ached for a touch of your silhouette. To appreciate your waist. To want to run my hands tenderly across your thighs that were painted by the glow of the moon which etched in drawing delicate shadows all over the bathroom. Your chest was perfectly stuffed into that lacy red push-up bra you had convinced yourself was a quintessential addition to any outfit you wore for a boost of confidence. Not that you needed any – shit, there I go again; you’re gorgeous.
I was aware that you couldn’t see me; watching in silence as your fingertips grazed across your skin – neck, shoulders, arms, stomach; making an inventory of all the little insecurities you could find, create, hate. The grace of your movements reminded me of times you’d try to force yourself into jeans too tight or dance around in ever long and flowing skirts and shirts because of the way you’d convinced yourself that you hated yourself – what you saw. Seeing you though, in front of that mirror; in nothing more than lady luck red material covering your most intimate secrets so looked so bare, so wilful, so innocent, so lost, so needed; just for a single touch. It killed me.
I could see the trophy like mark that prick of an ex left down the right side of your cheek – how it almost ran the length of your jaw. Something which to remind you that you’d be running back to him in no time. It made my blood boil, it made my throat dry, it caused my breath to knot, I saw red – I saw you. Knuckles rapping at the bathroom door, I called your name out with a one, two, three tap. Your eyes shifted into focus, you reached out to grab the closest towel off the rack that you could reach and wrapped it around yourself timidly. Like there was a doubt that I’d judge for what I saw. What you presented. This would never be the case. Ever.
“Hi…”
The single word you managed to get out was almost inaudible, but I could tell what you were saying because of the way your lips moved. I could read them in the dark if I needed to. I offered to stay the night, to keep your company however you weren’t ready to respond, barely ready for the question. I considered trying to back out of the equation, the situation, the dilemma but couldn’t. Not when you wandered over. Not when our lips met. Not when my body and mind instantly gave into their own defeat. I hate the fact that I know what you want. Someone to keep you warm. Someone to keep you safe. Someone to keep you close. Someone to be there, to hold you – to never let you go.
“I’m sorry--.” Your words were choked. Eyes bloodshot. Breath warm. “Don’t be.” It was the same thing I’d said only a few weeks ago. I’d be like a broken record always on repeat. “You didn’t have to come over.” “Just wanted to make sure that you were okay. It’s kinda what friends are for....”
You fell against my chest for a moment. Arms wrapping round my waist. A hold as light as a feather. It lasts for no longer than it takes for me to register what’s happening. You whisper something about needing to get dressed. I respond and say that I’ll make us tea. Black, one sugar, bag left in the teacup. We’re about to kiss again. I can just feel it. Platonically. It’s always just as friends – never more; but the way your hand skims down my shirt; your other snaking through my hair tenderly before you gaze up. Our exchanged look one of hopelessness – you step back, step away, turn off the faucets, sigh, walk out of the bathroom, into the apartment; walk away, I swallow hard. The heavy exhale that is paired with it a eulogy to the chance we just had.
I let you go.
I should have kept you there, but I let you go.
For Real This Time m.r
warnings: toxic relationships, I think there was maybe cussing like once, breakup, angst, you get it, not proofread “So I’m not the only one Who thinks we’ve run it dry But still we stayed a long time I’m sorry if I make you cry tonight”
“Matt?” You whisper into the dark, cheeks cold as the breeze freezes the tears running down your face, trickling into your ears.
I also need an ACOTAR fic where Azriel pulls away after the solstice discussion with Rhys and, like, several years later, meets his mate and keeps her a secret. (Maybe she's like, this badass elf or something. Or maybe she rides dragons.)
Maybe Cass and Rhys are trying to get him to go out and meet people and he's just not having it. Because, already found his mate and all.
And something happens, Rhys thinks Az is being weird cause he's not around much, and maybe Kier feeds Rhys bad info, and he kinda thinks Az is doing something bad, and it turns into a fight with Rhys acuses Az of being a traitor in front of the whole inner circle.
And Az just up and quits and leaves with his mate(who the IC still doesn't know about). And like 50 years later, Feyre is doing emissary work in a foreign land, and sees this little adolescent shadow singer running around and sees him go flying off with a dragon.
They try to get Az to come back but he's like, 'I have responsibilities here and I'm not moving' and just I need Rhys to grovel and realize you can't order people's feelings and stuff.
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Sweeten and Savor
Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra
A/N: Just a short, fluffy drabble! Enjoy lovelies!
Azriel tapped the marred pad of his finger on the curve of Eris’s soft shoulder, twice. Thrice. Four times-
Eris swatted his hand away and lifted his head to scowl adorably; his straight nose scrunched up, the top corner of his pretty, pouted lips pulled up and the best part in Azriel’s opinion, was the little glare that came along with the Vanserra Scowl (trademark pending). Almond amber eyes squinted with ire, gorgeous. Annoying Eris had always been Azriel’s guiltiest of pleasures.
He looked to Eris’s lips as they parted, expecting a lovely, snarky, ‘can I help you?’ to which Azriel would mention how therapeutic he found Eris’s mouth, but the undoing of the Scowl (there were multiple applications pending), the relaxing of Eris’s lips brought Azriel’s attention back to his kohl-lined eyes that were overtaken by reciprocated adoration.
Copper brows settled into their perfect places, his full lips resumed their typical plush position and as he spoke it was with soft reverence, “I love you.”
Azriel let his eyes close as his head fell back to the headboard with a faint thud. He hummed contently, “Say it again, please,” he requested wholeheartedly.
Eris leaned towards Azriel’s temple and spoke into his ear, into his heart, into everything that he was, “I love you.”
As the darkness let him savor the syllables he let the chill run through his nerves. His spine decompressed and he took a deep breath through his nose, appreciating the expansion of his lungs.
He exhaled, pursing his lips slightly and pushing the air out slowly, but preserved that serenity as he opened his eyes to Eris, smiling beautifully over him.
Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it!!
Thank you @the-darkestminds for beta reading on SUCH short notice, you’re the fuckin best, i love youuu 😘
This was going to be staying in my docs app ngl but @astro-h0e-4azris jerked off off my ego a bit so I chose to share 😌 thank you mami ily 🥰
Some lovely Azris folk 🥰 @nus4y @jules-writes-stories @pippsmcgee @chunkypossum @mudandmire @iftheshoef1tz @mistandmemories @fourteentrout @brunetterebel010 @talibunny30 @neciebee @molcat07 @ninthcircleofprythian please lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future fluff 💗
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