Sareen

Here are all my fics, I had written so far :)

All the fics that are with a (~) are 18+

ACOTAR

Azriel x reader

The perfect look

Meaningful words

Unknown Touches for a Lady (~)

The charm of snow {part 2 but can be standalone}

A Piece of True Love

Mini series:

Part one - Chocolate cake

Part two - Apple pie spiced with tears (~)

Eris Vanserra x reader

In the web of past: (series)

Part one - And we meet again

Part two - The Pair Choice

Part three - The Deal (~)

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: To surprise the girl he loves, Azriel, the feared and stoic spymaster, decides to step completely out of his comfort zone and bake her favorite cinnamon rolls entirely on his own.

Warnings: fluff and so much love

Masterlist

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! :)

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Azriel truly liked the girl, so he resorted to something he had never done before.

He baked.

Or rather, he tried to bake, though at the moment, it didn't look like the massive Illyrian warrior was capable of mastering the craft.

He stared at the half melted butter and the flour on the counter like a man trying to size up an entire enemy fleet before throwing himself straight into their midst.

"Gods," he muttered, drawing a hand wearily across his face as he sighed. "You're a damn spymaster, Azriel. A simple pastry isn't going to get the better of you."

Emboldened by his own pep talk, he took the butter and, with a decisive motion, dumped it into the bowl of flour.

He knew the recipe by heart, having spent every free moment over the past few days studying the words written on the yellowed, old scrap of paper almost hypnotically. He couldn't let anything stop this from turning out perfect.

More than anything, he wanted it to be made by his own hands, without any help. He knew Elain, or even one of the twins, would gladly assist him to ensure a flawless sweet treat, but he had dismissed that idea from the very first moment.

He wanted to see the joy on Y/N's face when he surprised her with it and she took a bite. He wanted the pride that would swell in his chest and warm his heart, knowing he had pleased her and that she liked it.

He just wanted to do something… sweet for her.

Azriel honestly couldn't remember the last time he had made a romantic gesture for someone but as he thought about it more deeply while kneading the dough, he realized he never really had. Sure, he had brought flowers to a crush or two in his youth, but that had been purely out of courtesy.

And, of course, at the urging of Rhysand’s mother.

The male suspected she would be having a good laugh right now, watching the usually silent, emotionally guarded warrior desperately trying to get a lump of dough to finally come together.

However, the longer he kneaded it, the stickier the mass became, and instead of forming into a neat little ball, increasingly floury shreds began to form in the bowl.

He stared down gloomily when his shadows began to whisper.

Eggs and a little milk.

"Fuck," he cursed. The great spymaster who could easily memorize ten pages of information, had nearly failed at the very first step. "Where are the eggs?"

The shadows obligingly pushed them toward him across the counter before retreating over his shoulder. Azriel was certain that if they had eyes, they would be glaring at him reproachfully.

He could understand them.

After all, he was famous for his stoic calm, but right now he was practically vibrating with anxiety, and he was being uncharacteristically clumsy.

As he had seen Elain do a few times, he carefully tapped the egg against the rim of the bowl, cracking the shell, and added it to the mixture. Next came a splash of milk, but tilting the bottle with a bit too much momentum, half of it poured in.

The dough looked utterly pathetic, with tiny floury chunks floating on top of the milk.

Maybe a little more flour will help, he thought to himself. Or rather, Elain had explained something like that to him a few weeks ago. And of course, he couldn't forget the sugar.

An hour later, with sweat glistening on his forehead, he finally slid the dough into the oven. The sugar glaze he would pour over the top was already resting on the table, though most of it had spilled over the side while he was mixing it.

"Great Mother," an incredulous voice sounded behind him, and Azriel closed his eyes in agony. "Am I in some kind of dream? Or have I actually died?"

The shadowsinger squeezed his lips together and turned around, knowing exactly what was coming.

Cassian’s face froze for a moment as he took in the pink apron - which, incidentally, was too small for him, since he had secretly borrowed it from Elain - and the various ingredients coating his frame. He might have accidentally spilled a few things on himself while baking.

Actually, he definitely had, since even his black hair was dusted with flour. He knew this because he had caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror when he’d had to change clothes after spilling a whole plate of sugary glaze on himself.

To be precise, during his third attempt.

The strangest part was that his friend didn’t laugh, as Azriel had expected.

In fact, he looked genuinely concerned. Even that tiny crease appeared on his forehead, the one Azriel only ever saw when they were losing a battle.

"Azriel," the general's voice was cautious as he took an uncertain step toward him. He looked like a man stepping onto an unfamiliar battlefield, unsure of what to expect. "Tell me, are you alright? Is someone controlling your mind, forcing you to do something against your will?"

Azriel raised a brow questioningly but didn't say a word, which only seemed to frighten Cassian more.

"Good Cauldron, is this some new sick game of Rhysand's?" The muscular warrior backed away almost to the wall, and if Azriel hadn't been completely exhausted mentally over the past few hours, he probably would have found it amusing.

Now, however, he just watched his friend resignedly, wanting nothing more than to see him out the door as quickly as possible.

"No, Cassian," his voice was hoarse, laced with a hint of dejection. "This is all of my own free will."

"That's impossible. You would never wear something like that of your own free will. Especially not pink!" Cassian shook his head in protest. "I need to call help immediately!"

The warrior bolted for the door, but Azriel’s shadows stopped him, forming a black, impenetrable barrier.

The fighter began to swat at them, at which point Azriel grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

"Drop it, Cassian!" he hissed angrily, giving him a shake. "I’m baking for Y/N, so don't you dare ruin the surprise."

By the Mother and all the Gods, he swore he would kill him if he opened his mouth.

He wasn't going to let his efforts go to waste because of the other Illyrian. The last thing he needed was Cassian losing his mind and running down the street yelling for help.

"Oh," Cassian glanced past Azriel toward the oven. "I see."

"Exactly," the spymaster grumbled, releasing his grip on the other male, who now safely calmed down, sank into one of the chairs. Straight into something.

If Azriel had to guess, it was a bit of egg yolk.

"That's really sweet of you," Cassian smiled softly, realizing that for once, his indifferent friend's heart had truly been touched by someone. "She's bound to love it."

"You think so?" Azriel’s voice held a note of hope. He felt the knot that had tightened in his stomach over the last few minutes finally begin to loosen.

"I'm certain of it," Cassian replied. "It's a well known fact that Y/N loves pastries, and the fact that you baked it will make her even happier."

"I hope it tastes good," the Shadowsinger whispered so quietly that Cassian wondered for a moment if he had actually spoken.

Azriel turned back toward the oven and closed his eyes. He only opened them when a hand playfully ruffled his hair, and for a second, muscular arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"I haven't seen you look this hopeless since your favorite dagger went missing when we were kids," Cassian laughed, but peeked kindly at the rolls in the oven.

"The look of it is actually quite good, and it doesn't smell bad either, so I'm sure you nailed it. But Y/N would eat it even if it were burned to a crisp or if you put salt in instead of sugar. Do you know why?"

Azriel just stared at his friend.

"Y/N is just as in love with you as you are with her."

Grinning, Cassian patted Azriel’s chest, whose heart began to beat wildly at the words. He felt like a teenage boy all over again. He hated being in love almost as much as he loved it.

It made him do foolish things.

Like right now, when out of gratitude, he threw his arms around his friend and squeezed him tight. And, of course, the baking. He really hated baking.

"If I were you, I'd change," Cassian said with a grin as he let go. "From what I know, Y/N arrives within twenty minutes."

Y/N didn't know what that smell was. There was a hint of cinnamon mixed in, but there was also an indefinable scent hanging in the air. She simply couldn't figure it out.

"Azriel?" she called out when dead silence greeted her in the house. They were supposed to meet here.

Shadows crept forward, reaching out to her like gentle arms. She welcomed them gladly and followed them curiously as they guided her toward the kitchen. The scent grew stronger, and she finally realized what it was when she caught sight of the Shadowsinger.

He was holding a plate of cinnamon rolls, and he swallowed hard.

"Hi."

Y/N's heart fluttered at the sight of his nervousness, though Azriel seemed to be trying to hide it. Perhaps if she hadn't known him so well, she wouldn't even have noticed. However, the spymaster's face wore that tiny grimace he made right before he asked her out on a date. Or right before he kissed her for the first time.

He was clearly terrified that something would go wrong.

"Hi," Y/N smiled, stepping up to him.

She glanced down at the rolls, which looked a bit worse for wear, and perhaps had a touch too much glaze on them, but Y/N felt an overwhelming wave of happiness wash over her. He had thought of her and baked for her.

Her favorite!

Her hand slid to the other side of the plate as she leaned up to Azriel's mouth and kissed him. She tasted a faint sweetness on his soft lips.

"Did you make this for me?"

"Yes."

Azriel really wanted to say something eloquent, but he found himself unable to. He felt like he might faint at any moment, and that sort of thing never happened to him.

Well, occasionally, but never from the anxiety brought on by a pastry.

"Oh, Azriel, thank you," Y/N was practically bursting with joy as she plipped down onto the now cleaned mahogany chair. "You shouldn't have, but this means the world to me. I can't wait to taste it!"

The spymaster placed the plate in front of her and began to pray inwardly.

Please, Great Mother, let it taste good.

The poor male looked as though he had turned to stone as Y/N lifted the first bite to her mouth.

Y/N took a bite, but instantly realized the dough was only half-baked. And half the sugar had likely been mixed up with salt, because the roll tasted half-sweet and half-salty. It was a very interesting flavor, especially spiced with the cinnamon.

Forcing herself, she smiled and did everything in her power to ensure nothing showed on her face as she swallowed the bite.

"You're a natural talent," she smiled, taking another bite of the pastry.

Azriel absolutely could not taste his masterpiece.

If necessary, she would rather battle nausea than see the sorrow on his face for having ruined it.

"Really?" Azriel laughed in relief, leaning his elbows on the table. He reached for another roll, but Y/N snatched the plate away, holding it high.

"No, no," the girl teased with a grin, hoping she wouldn't choke on the sticky dough in her mouth. "These are all mine."

Azriel shook his head but raised his hands in surrender. His eyes shone with happiness, and that made every terrible bite worth it to Y/N.

"Thank you, Azriel," Y/N said softly, after managing to eat all three.

She would probably never be able to look at a cinnamon roll the same way again, but it was worth it to see Azriel's satisfaction, and for his hot kisses later on.

It wasn't until late that night, when Azriel took a bite of the last hidden piece of pastry, that he realized the girl truly, deeply loved him.

Based on this request. :)

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: Azriel surprises his wife at home and fulfils a childhood dream of her.

Warnings: fluff, mention of abuse, sweet, playful husband Azriel

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A/N: Hope you like it! This is part 2 of Unknown Touches for a Lady, but it can be a standalone. (Here –> Part 1)

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! :)

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Azriel was attentive.

Y/N only really realised this when the clock struck quarter past three and the man suddenly stepped through the door with a slight, sweet smile on his face.

Y/N was lying on the sofa, almost swallowed up by one of the soft blankets, looking at her husband with a sleepy, surprised expression.

She quickly straightened and ran a hand through her hair, but winced as she caught her finger in one of the tangled strands.

She hadn't expected him, Azriel was busy with the Court's affairs, so Y/N had mostly only met him in the late hours, when thousands of stars shone in the sky. They had been married for three weeks and were still getting used to each other's closeness.

They hadn't slept together since their wedding night.

There had been a few coy kisses, a gentle peck on the cheek and a brief double-sided hug. Every night Y/N waited for Azriel to knock on the door of her bedroom, but all she heard were footsteps pausing for a second and then moving quickly on outside her door.

It was as if each time he restrained himself from knocking.

But now he stood there, his wings and muscular shoulders almost filling the doorframe. There seemed to be a restrained glint in his eyes as he spoke.

“It's snowing.”

Y/N's eyes widened and a surprised sound escaped her, then she rushed to the huge window overlooking the street and pulled the curtains.

Huge flakes of snow fell from the sky, the light wind carried them in a thousand directions, turning the landscape white.

Happy, screaming children rushed out of one of the buildings holding something in their hands – some with scarves, others with carrots.

“Shall we go outside?” asked Azriel quietly behind her. “We could go for a walk.”

Y/N's eyes watered and she sniffled, barely audible.

Ever since she was a little girl, she'd longed to see a snowfall - to feel the sensation of snow on her skin.

Two weeks ago, after a dinner, the subject came up between her and Azriel about what she would like to see of the outside world and the first thing she said was snowfall.

Her husband remembered and came straight home to get her. He's going to go with her and make her dream come true.

Warmth flooded her chest, her heart just fluttering with gratitude and happiness as she turned and nodded.

“Yes” her throat tightened with emotion as she said the words. “I really want to go outside.”

She almost flew to the rack, grabbed her coat and awkwardly wrapped her thick, fluffy scarf around her neck. She tucked her feet into the boots, but she was so scrambled that she would have fallen if Azriel hadn't caught her right arm and held her.

“Here we go, I'm ready!” she looked up at the spymaster, who grinned as Y/N blushed.

She was being too silly, she realized.

“Not yet” he shook his head serenely.

Y/N watched with furrowed brows as Azriel pulled a knitted cap from behind his back and pushed it on her head. It was so warm that within moments Y/N could feel herself beginning to sweat underneath and her hair sticking to her forehead.

“Now, you are ready”

Azriel opened the door for her and put his hand on her back to lead her out into the street.

An icy, shivering wind hit their faces and Y/N took a deep breath, letting the feeling wash over her. Her cheeks were almost tingling from the cold, but the wide grin still sat on her face.

Another first time.

She tilted her head up and closed her eyes. The tiny snowflakes found their way and caressed her cheek, and within moments melted away to leave her skin wet.

She reached out and looked at her palms, gazing at the six-pointed, star like snowflakes. They were beautiful, like tiny transparent crystals.

The touch of them left an icy, tingling sensation in her fingers, but it was all the more wonderful.

“Do you like it?” Azriel whispered in her ear as he placed a snow ball in her hand.

Y/N just stared at the ball.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Y/N asked, puzzled, and Azriel grunted.

“Throw it away” he suggested in a mischievous tone. “Maybe at him.”

Y/N looked in the direction where the shadowsinger was pointing and was stunned.

“I'm not going to throw a child!” she blurted out immediately and elbowed Azriel in the side, who laughed and dodged the hit.

The snow crunched under Y/N's boots as she took a few steps forward and in a sudden burst of excitement spun around and aimed at Azriel. Targeting the combat-skin covered chest, she pulled her arm back and swung. The snowball flew towards Azriel at high speed and then it was on target.

It hit her husband squarely in the face.

The shadowsinger was knocked backwards by the blow, while Y/N clapped a hand over her mouth in fright and turned pale.

“Cauldron” she hurried over to him and quickly brushed the snow off his handsome face, which was slightly flushed.

“I am so, so sorry, Azriel. Please don't be angry with me! I swear I was aiming for your chest.”

She felt fear flooding every inch of her body and anxiety clenched her stomach. Azriel may have been nice, but no man would tolerate being humiliated like that by his wife in the middle of the street.

When the spymaster raised his hand, Y/N hunched her shoulder and tensed in preparation for the punch, then closed her eyes.

But the pain and the sharp snap of his palm failed to register, so she gingerly peeked out from under her lashes and looked at her husband.

Azriel watched her with a frown, pity shining in his eyes. But at the same time, something ancient and destructive rage lingered in him, and Y/N winced again.

“Did you think I was going to hit you?” inquired Azriel, his voice almost lost in the howling wind.

Y/N could only manage a small nod and tried to swallow the lump in her throat that made her feel like she was choking.

“I –“ Y/N cleared her throat and blew out a shaky breath. “I would understand.”

She hung her head, eyed the tiny embroidered designs on her black boots and waited for Azriel's reaction. But he just stood there motionless, which almost drove Y/N crazy.

“Can you please say something?” she blurted out nervously.

Azriel suddenly cupped her face in both hands and forced Y/N to look up at him. Her husband's face looked as if it had been carved from stone, his beautiful features now looking sharper in the wintry landscape.

“Y/N” his thumb ran over her skin in a soft, caressing motion. Gently, so gently that Y/N's breath caught in her lungs. “Look into my eyes.”

The golden-brown gaze almost burned Y/N's face and she found it hard not to turn her head.

“I'll never hit you” Azriel declared with firm determination and promise radiated from every inch of his body. “I swear it. I will cut off my hand before I lay a hand on you. Understand?”

“Yes” Y/N whispered.

“I don't want you to be afraid of me. You are my wife and so I want you to feel safe and comfortable with me.”

Azriel pulled his knife from the sheath hanging at his side and placed it in Y/N's hand, then shook her grip. The cool, murderous steel gave her chills.

“But if anyone hurts you, kill them with this,” he murmured quietly. “And those who have laid a hand on you in the past years, I will be the one to deal with.”

Y/N couldn't even speak as Azriel leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss tasted of anger, sorrow, and promise, and it pulled her off her feet and clung to Azriel's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand holding her tightly by the waist, almost devouring her.

Azriel's lips were warm on hers, his tongue begging for entrance. Y/N opened her lips and their tongues intertwined, following each other's dance sweetly.

They broke away from each other, both gasping for breath and Y/N was almost certain she was going to faint. A hotness flooded her guts and Azriel took her hand and raised it to his lips.

“Let's go, darling.”

They walked hand in hand past the rows of shops and Y/N was still dazed from the kiss and the events that had just taken place.

“Where are we going?” she asked when they had been walking for a few minutes and she could gather her thoughts.

The city was beautiful, with wreaths and red bows decorating the streets everywhere. Snow was falling heavily from the sky, making the roofs of the houses look like they had been sprinkled with icing sugar.

Azriel didn't answer, but went into one of the shops and pulled her along behind him.

The little bell above their heads rang, the heat inside hit Y/N and she inhaled the scent of cinnamon. It was a tiny, cluttered room and she tried to make out what all the wooden stuff was, leaving almost no room for a mug.

The shadowsinger picked up one of them, a very large one with a string hanging from one half, and approached the vendor to pay.

Afterwards he turned to her with a smile of such delight that she was unable not to smile back.

“Come.”

He led her to a back door and outside they found themselves at the top of a hill.

Y/N looked down at the long, snow covered ground and looked expectantly at her husband, who had set the wooden thing down and was patting the top.

“Sit on it,” Azriel commanded kindly, and Y/N immediately sat down. She had no idea what this was going to turn into.

“So we're looking at the scenery?” she asked him, but she looked around cheerfully. “I like it.”

Azriel gave a hearty laugh and sat down behind her. Her back was against his muscular, warm chest, which made her feel relaxed and she was about to nestle into his embrace when Azriel began to squirm.

He pulled his wing up so it didn't touch the snowy ground and handed Y/N the rope that connected to the front of the structure.

“Hold on!”

With that, he swung his legs into momentum and kicked away, and they started down the drop.

The breakneck speed and the snow in her face made Y/N scream, but Azriel just laughed behind her and wrapped his huge body around her. The trees blurred in her vision and her ears whistled because of the wind, but somehow she began to enjoy the rush.

There was something liberating about hurtling to the bottom of the hill, leaving all her troubles behind for a moment and just enjoying it.

“Pull the rope!” shouted Azriel, his voice deep and wonderful in her ear.

Y/N leaned back slightly, straight into her husband and tightened the rope, causing them to slow down.

Eventually the contraption they were sitting on stopped as they got down to the field and just sat there quietly for a few moments while Azriel stood up.

I've been married to a child, Y/N thought to herself in amazement, but there was a bubbling joy inside her.

The shadows surrounding Azriel crept fiercely around his ears and his eyes brightened.

“I heard that” he smiled wryly. “That's not what I remember you thinking on our wedding night.”

Y/N playfully, but laughing, nudged Azriel's leg, who began to pull her up the hill.

“What do you call this thing?” Y/N asked, laying her feet on the two long wooden planks.

“Sledge” Azriel replied and repositioned the sledge just as before. “We're sledding, Y/N”

He pulled back a little and grabbed the back of the sled. The scarred hands, tanned face and golden brown eyes evoked feelings in Y/N that she couldn't even express.

Maybe she could.

She would have loved to throw herself on him and do all the things she had done on their wedding night.

“Be careful and pull the rope like before” Azriel suggested and Y/N panicked.

“What?”

However, Azriel started to run and gave a big push, releasing the sledge, and Y/N started to race back down into the deep.

She screamed as if Azriel had sent her to her death - though that wasn't far from the truth.

She yanked on the rope, but lost her balance and fell sideways in front of the field, off the sled and rolled for a few moments, then, face down in the snow, came to a stop.

She heard the flapping of wings and Azriel's desperate voice, but her shoulder was already shaken.

He rolled her towards him and laughter burst out of her. She kept tearing and clutching her stomach, then managed to speak.

“Oh, I was so scared!” she wiped her face. “But let's do it again!”

Azriel sighed in relief, but smiled sweetly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Don't scare me like that anymore.”

They sledged until dark and Y/N's lips were almost frozen in a grin by the time they got home.

She had never been so happy in her life.

She wanted to cling to Azriel and never let go. Her heart began to beat faster when he escorted her to her room in their flat and pressed a long, honey sweet kiss to her lips.

“Azriel?” she toyed with the strands of sultry, slightly curling hair that frizzled at the top of his neck.

“Yes?” The spymaster murmured and ran his hand soothingly up and down Y/N's back.

“Thank you.”

The shadowsinger looked down at her and Y/N's legs trembled at the golden brown gaze.

“Me too” he replied, then stepped back and walked towards his own room.

Y/N sank her teeth into her bottom lip and hesitated.

“Azriel?”

“Yes?” he turned to her immediately.

It was as if the shadows had already whispered Y/N's question to him and he was just waiting for her to ask it.

Y/N looked over him, took in his muscular frame, his charming face, and felt a warmth flood over her.

“Would you like to sleep with me?”

“To sleep?” Azriel's lips twitched in amusement.

“We don't have to sleep.”

Y/N giggled as he moved towards her, gasping for air as he almost pushed her into the room with his imposing body.

i would really like to see a part two, maybe two of them spending time/going on a date as newlyweds? if you feel like writing of course 😽

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N never thought she would be married to the spymaster of the Night Court. However, they are undoubtedly married and nothing will save her from the night ahead of her.

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, lovely azriel

Here –> Part 2 Masterlist

A/N: The idea that popped into my head today and I didn't get up until I wrote it. :)

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake.

Y/N felt the bed sink in beside her and someone, her husband, fold up the edge of the blanket and slip quietly under the duvet.

Y/N felt as if she would suffocate with fear.

Two hours ago, they had gone through the ceremony where she was forced to marry the spymaster of the Night Court in a luxurious setting.

For a purpose, her father said as he adjusted her veil.

It was nothing more than a means to make a deal for the benefit of the Court of Nightmares. More food, more power in exchange for soldiers and a girl.

In fact, her family had eagerly offered her to the High Lord as a prospective bride, and as she was educated and intelligent enough to be chosen over the other women in the Court of Nightmares.

For a long time Y/N did not know to whom she was to be married. She had been raised from a very young age to believe that she was destined to be a wife and mother, but she never thought that it would be him.

But now she was given a chance. A chance to leave that damn evil place and be away from her family.

Today, for the first time in her life, she could see the stars and feel the gentle touch of the breeze on her skin, bringing tears to her eyes. If she was lucky, perhaps her husband would never send her back there. If she obeyed him – though the very thought made her feel sick. All her existence had consisted of nothing but submitting to others. She would have liked to have ruled over herself, but it would always be a dream, now that she was married.

The shadowsinger moved beside her, causing every cell in Y/N to warn her to run.

Well, it's happening, she thought despondently to herself and closed her eyes.

She knew exactly what her duty was. What must happen.

For this marriage to be legitimate, Y/N must give in to her husband and willingly spread her legs.

“I know you don't want to,” he said softly behind her back before gently placing his hand on her hip. Y/N jumped at the sudden touch. “But we have a duty, Y/N.”

She shuddered as the spymaster spoke her name out of his mouth. His voice was soft, but still a warning tone mixed into the words. She had no doubt that he was not often contradicted and may the Great Mother have mercy on whoever tried.

Y/N licked her lips and let out a shaky sigh, then nodded. Trembling, she turned onto her back and it took her a few seconds to gather her courage and look at her husband.

Azriel watched her silently, his figure illuminated by the faint moonlight that filtered through the gaps in the drawn curtains. Y/N could see his broad shoulder, the swelling muscles in his arm, and even the dark outline of his tattoo in the dim light.

Y/N could feel the golden brown eyes watching her warily as they scrutinized her. She was surprised to find that the shadowsinger did not return her stare for a moment and kept his gaze on her face the whole time. Perhaps he was waiting for her to make a move.

Maybe he was waiting for her to initiate.

Y/N's mouth went dry at the thought that he might have wanted her to. However, she had been raised to do what others wanted, so with all her presence of mind she slowly touched her palm to Azriel's chest. She felt warm, silky skin and felt a steady heartbeat beneath her hand as she slid it a little further away. She heard the Illyrian take a deep breath and the scarred finger she had put the gold ring on a few hours ago gently stroked the cool back of her hand.

Y/N was so startled for a moment that she forgot to breathe. Never had she imagined that the dreaded shadowsinger could be so gentle as he was now.

Perhaps behind the scars and shadows there was not a monster, but a feeling being.

A tiny germ of hope began to blossom in Y/N and she continued to caress him a little more boldly. Her hand glided down Azriel's muscular arm and Y/N was startled to find herself enjoying it.

The way the steely muscles tighten under her touch, the heat radiating from his body as if beaming up at her, inviting her to slide closer and enjoy it.

Azriel, as if hearing her thoughts, took hold of her waist and gently pulled her towards him until their chests touched.

Y/N's nightgown was so thin that the spymaster could easily feel that her nipples were hard and straining against his chest.

Azriel groaned, barely audible, and something inside Y/N stirred at the sound.

Confused, she felt wetness between her legs and some primal longing that she had never experienced before took her. She almost longed for him to return her touch. To have him caress her heated skin. It was so unfamiliar to her, and yet it was as if her body knew how to press herself against him.

Unexpectedly, she felt the hardness against her belly that made her go rigid, but Azriel just squeezed the soft flesh of her hip and didn't let her move away.

“No,” he whispered and buried his face in her hair, his thumb tracing soothing circles around her waist. “Don't be frightened. This is what happens when –“

“I'm not so clueless that I don't know what it is,” Y/N said, blushing. She thanked the Gods for the darkness. “The women explained everything to me before the wedding anyway. That this is what it takes to conceive a marriage and it's the natural reaction of every man when he touches a woman in a loose fitting nightgown.”

Azriel remained silent, but eventually he involuntarily chuckled to himself. Y/N smiled vaguely, but the man's shaking chest and voice filled her with a certain joy. It reassured her.

“Not all men,” Azriel said, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger and tugging it gently. “But you're certainly beautiful and you're wearing very little nightgown.”

“I didn't choose it” Y/N muttered grumpily as she lowered her head to look at the said piece. It was a little translucent and she felt a twinge of anxiety when she first saw that she would have to wear it tonight.

“I thought so,” he muttered. “If it's any comfort I think it looks good on you and I like it very much.”

She had heard rumors of the shadowsinger that he hardly spoke, but they were now lying here and he was obviously talkative.

Y/N finally understood that this was Azriel's way of distracting her and calming the emotions that were raging inside her.

Her fear of the unknown and to make her comfortable with the situation. No one had ever done anything like that for her, not even her mother.

She swallowed hard and, not giving herself time to drift away from the thought, leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. She didn't know how to do this, since tonight she was getting the first kiss of her life from Azriel at the altar in front of hundreds of guests. It was more like a little peck than a kiss.

She understood this when Azriel recovered from his momentary shock and kissed her back. This was different.

The spymaster's hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangled in her ringlets as he gently tilted her head into position and everything just got better.

The angle of the kiss changed, deepened much more and something like an excited tremor began in Y/N's belly. The scent of Azriel filled her senses, the cool night mist and cedar balming her soul, her nails involuntarily digging into Azriel's biceps and it was as if he lost all restraint at that small movement.

He rolled Y/N onto her back, then towered over her and kissed her fiercely. His tongue stroked along her lower lip as if asking for admission and she hesitantly opened it and Azriel's tongue immediately made its way to hers. Y/N let her husband guide her and she was almost giddy with pleasure.

She enjoyed the way Azriel's tongue glided over hers, the weight of him pressing her almost uncomfortably into the mattress and the hot hardness between her legs.

The shadowsinger's lips moved to her chin, and Y/N gasped for air as he moved lower and lower, finding a spot in the hollow between her shoulder and neck that made her hip snap away from the bed and involuntarily rub against Azriel.

Heat flooded her face, but she was unable to pull away from him and with long, sensual strokes she wanted more, which he acknowledged with soft moans.

Strong hands now gripped her thighs and Azriel moved lower, then bucked his hips and pushed against her. His pants and Y/N's underwear blocked them, but Azriel touched a space between her legs and moved as she imagined he would when he will be inside her.

She never thought it would be like this. This overwhelming feeling of his body moving over her, which he'd then elicited from her. Sighs erupted from deep within her body and Azriel kissed her as if to absorb the sounds she was making.

“That's it” Azriel gasped as Y/N arched and their hips met. “Just like that, my beauty.”

She groaned at the endearment and watched the wings spread wide on Azriel's back with a glazed look.

The membrane made the room even darker as it blocked out what little light had crept into the room. She wanted to feel the feel of it under her fingers.

“You can touch them,” he whispered, his breathing labored by Y/N's ear. “But only if I can touch you.”

“But you already do” she gasped, a thin layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

Azriel then let go of her thighs and slid between them, then reached down to her panties and pressed the outer curve of his hand to the spot where Y/N's body throbbed and almost burned. Gasping for air, panting, she made sounds that she should have been ashamed of, but her mind was in a fog and she could not contain herself. She would be ashamed later, but for now she could only cling to Azriel's strong shoulder.

“Here, Y/N” Azriel chuckled. “This is where I want to touch you.”

Y/N bit her lip at her husband's lustfuled words and nodded.

“There –“ her throat was tight, she could hardly get the words out. “It's good there.”

“Is it?”

“Yes” she cried softly.

His hand had pulled her underwear aside and was now touching her bare skin, causing Y/N's head to bob to the side and she clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her voice.

However, Azriel stopped her hard and gave a disgruntled squeak.

“No, Y/N,” he muttered darkly. “I want to hear you.”

His wings fluttered, drawing her attention, and she stretched out her arm. When she touched the taut, silky membrane, Azriel shuddered and rubbed her harder between her legs.

Y/N loved what she was eliciting from her husband, so she repeated the motion and this time touched her fingernail to it a little, letting it gently scratch the inside of the wing.

“Cauldron” Azriel almost gritted his teeth in pleasure and buried his face in her neck. “You drive me crazy.”

Y/N felt the same way. His hand between her legs, his lip now brushing tiny kisses on her neck. It was killing her and she felt like a bowstring being stretched, ready to snap at any moment. Something was building inside her, the warmth in the pit of her belly seemed to be tightening and it was almost unbearable.

Then Azriel slipped a finger into the wetness between her legs and she gasped for air. It was a stinging sensation, but as he curled his finger he hit a good spot in her and she began to moan.

When Azriel gently pulled it out and then slipped back in, she heard that wet squeaking sound and it made her even more excited.

She wanted to touch him too. So much so that she had the courage to slip her hand into Azriel's pants and touch his hardness.

“Y/N” Azriel gasped as he pulled away from the delicate skin of her neck and peered down at her in the darkness.

“Teach me, please” she whispered with heavy lids. “How to touch you so that you feel as I feel now.”

Azriel closed his eyes and laughed softly.

“I already feel like that” he panted, but he helped Y/N and showed her how to take him in her grip. How tightly to squeeze and when he moved his hip to move into her hand, Y/N felt herself die instantly in admiration.

“Honey” Azriel sighed. “I need to be inside you.”

She knew what he meant.

She was a little afraid, because the women had said it would hurt terribly. However, what they had just done with Azriel had never been told that she would feel like this, so she hoped the sex would be different. Just as fantastic as this.

She opened her legs wider, giving him permission to make her his. Azriel immediately pulled her underwear off her and his own pants, then took her in his arms.

He adjusted himself between her legs but stopped and the golden brown eyes almost burned her face.

“This might hurt a little” he whispered to her and stroked her cheek affectionately. “But I'll try to do it as slowly and gently as possible.”

“It's fine, Azriel” she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and that's when she felt him shiver slightly too. Well, he was nervous too. “I'm used to the pain.”

Azriel froze, then sank down on top of her, so that their naked bodies were touching.

“From now on, no one will ever hurt you again,” he growled, his voice hard and purposeful.

Then he entered her, very slowly and Y/N gasped. She tensed in pain and whimpered and Azriel took her head in both hands and kissed her.

Finally when she thought she would pass out, she felt she couldn't take it. They lay there for a long time, but Azriel pushed forward and forward and then stopped.

Y/N sighed shakily and when her pain turned into a dull throbbing, he moved.

It was awfully strange the way Azriel moved inside her. It was unfamiliar, but after a while it got better and she gasped and clung to Azriel as if he would hold her and not let her fall over the precipice.

Emboldened, he thrust his hips faster and harder toward her and pulled her toward him with one hand, making them both gasp for air.

“Gods” Y/N broke from Azriel's lips and she groaned. Somehow the man moved in a different way and it drove her mad. “There!”

As if born to pleasure his wife, he repeated the motion again and his hand slid to her breast. He took one of her nipples between his fingers, then leaned in and licked it, whereupon Y/N clamped herself around her husband's member and moaned.

“Come for me, honey.”

His finger slid to her clit and rubbed it, which triggered something inside her.

Lights exploded behind her eyelids, her insides clenched and an animalistic moan tore from her. The heat was overwhelming her and she was sure it was over, she would die here and now, but Gods - if it is death she will be glad to go with it.

Azriel's hips slammed hard against her and she felt something warm flood over her and he shuddered. She wrapped her arms around him as if to protect him and their sweaty foreheads touched as they panted with the sensations that overwhelmed them.

Y/N opened her eyes and studied Azriel's face in the dim light. His handsome face was now relaxed and a small smile lurked at the corner of his mouth, his long black lashes casting shadows across his cheek. Her breath caught as she opened his eyes and his golden brown gaze locked on her.

There was an air of kindness and contentment that was evident in the way his hand stroked gently down her side.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly and pulled out of her, careful not to hurt her. The sheet was a little bloody, but neither of them cared.

“Yes,” Y/N whispered and turned to face him as he lay down next to her. Azriel covered them with the blanket and took her hand. “It didn't hurt that much.”

He smiled and kissed her hand.

“It won't after this.”

“Will it be after this?” asked Y/N shyly but hopefully.

“There will be a lot after this.”

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: A lonely night without Azriel is hard enough for Y/N, but when she gets a terribly sad book in her hands, she feels a thousand times worse. Luckily, Azriel is always there when she needs him and can calm her down like no one else.

Warnings: nothing, just fluff :)… maybe at the end a little dark azriel

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A/N: After months of hard times, today I finally had the time and the will to write. With this little story today I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas in advance :)

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake.

Damn you, Nesta.

Y/N could hardly see the letters because of the tears in her eyes and the bottom of the page was already wet in several places. She felt so miserable that she wanted to throw the book away and lie there for two days, weeping in the depths of the bedclothes.

But the story sucked her in, the heroine's suffering and grief dug into her like sharp claws, and she was unable to put the book down. As Azriel was on a mission all night and she could not sleep for lack of it, she took the book that Nesta had borrowed to her. She told her it was a sad story and surely if Nesta Archeron called something depressing then it must be so.

As she kept turning the pages, the harder it was to restrain herself from reaching for the bond with the spymaster and tugging at it, then begging him to come home. But, with great difficulty, she managed to control herself and behave like an adult. However, in the last few hours, as the sun began to rise, she looked at the clock more and more and sat on pins and needles to hear the front door open.

When she started another chapter and the protagonist was hit with yet another worse blow, as if the poor thing hadn't already had a hard time, she sobbed so much that she missed the opening of the door by just the wrong margin.

Azriel stood frozen, his broad shoulders almost filling the doorframe and panting heavily as if he had run all the way home from the Illyrian camp.

"What's wrong?" he stepped inside immediately after the first shock and rushed straight to their bed.

"Stupid book."

The words were almost unintelligible and Y/N pointed the thick book towards him like some kind of idiot and handed it to him.

Azriel held it in his huge hands, clueless, and it was obvious that he didn't understand the situation at all. He looked so lost, which was so unlike him, that if the situation had been different Y/N would have laughed.

But she felt so lousy she just tried not to cry any harder.

It was almost consuming him, it seemed, to see her like this and not know exactly what was wrong with her and how he could help her. So, he just lay next to her, dressed in his battle clothes as he was, and pulled her onto his chest.

It made Y/N cry even more.

"It's so sad," Y/N poked the hard cover of the book. "Nesta gave it to me and now I feel so awful."

Azriel kissed her hair and mumbled something that sounded too much like I'm going to kill that woman.

"Then why are you reading it, sweetheart?" his warm hand traced soothing circles down her back, making her feel a little better. At least enough to form meaningful and complex sentences, and not like some one and a half year old child.

"Because it's so good by the way," she whispered, pressing her palm against Azriel's chest, right where his heart was beating. A small relief welled up inside her and she stroked the leather.

“But it's so sad because Adja the main heroine is losing her mate. He was wounded during a battle and the healers couldn't save him, and then he died."

A shiver ran through her as Azriel's arm tightened around her, almost pulling her into him.

"I've been thinking about what I would do" Y/N sniffed. "If you died, I don't know what I would do. I'd probably jump off the nearest cliff I could find and go after you."

Azriel took a deep breath at her words and cupped her face in his two scarred hands. Y/N looked at him with teary eyes and the way his partner looked at her, with that devotion and adoration, she was absolutely certain that she would indeed go after him to death.

"My love" he gave her a soft kiss on the lips and then wiped away the tear that trailed down her cheek. "I'm not going to die."

"You can't promise me that" Y/N argued at once. "No one can promise that."

Azriel smiled and gave her another kiss.

His lips were warm and soft on hers, causing Y/N's arm to unconsciously wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Their legs tangled together under the blanket and Azriel's shadows retreated to the corner, as if they didn't want to share this intimate moment.

When they broke apart, Azriel's finger brushed her cheek with a breathless caress. The golden-brown eyes almost glowed and Y/N could have sworn they sparkled slightly. She knew that her mate sometimes still struggled to accept that she really loved him. Every once in a while, her heart sank when she sensed through the bond that Azriel doubted himself and at such times she always made sure to surprise him with something to prove that he deserved it more than anyone.

"Indeed not, but I can promise you that I will do my best to stay alive" he grinned and playfully pinched her bottom. "I'll do my best to come home to this pretty little bottom every night."

To enhance his words, he gently patted the said body part.

Y/N gasped in surprise at the sensation and slapped his shoulder, but her mouth was already up to her ears. She felt much, much better thanks to Azriel.

"Good, because you're never leaving the house again" Y/N raised an eyebrow, then added jokingly. "Besides, it's not nice that your partner tearfully admits what she would do if you were gone and all you could think about was her butt. You know, other men would return the favor in a heartbeat, with words like I'd burn the world for you."

Azriel laughed and rolled over, pushing her body with his huge one almost into the mattress, which made Y/N sigh happily.

"Really?" The spymaster asked, brushing her stray hairs from her forehead.

"Yes," Y/N answered seriously, but there was laughter in her voice.

Azriel slowly leaned in to her ear and Y/N shivered with excitement as he began to whisper.

"Do you want to know what I would do if you died?" the spymaster said, but his grip on the words grew a little steely, as if the very thought of it was driving him mad. "I would cover the whole world in darkness and blood, hunt everyone down and when I had finished with all the sinners and all their loved ones, I would end my life and follow you to the afterlife. Proudly and without thinking, because if you no longer exist then the whole world is meaningless and I wouldn't want to exist in it."

Y/N's fingers tangled in Azriel's dark hair.

"That was better than a I'd burn the world down."

Azriel's dark laughter filled the apartment.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x fem!reader

Summary: Sometimes emotions can be so confusing, especially when it comes to the enemy.

A/N: Back after a long break. I hope you're not disappointed with this chapter and thank you to all of you who are still waiting for the chapters.

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English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake. :)

A cold wind ruffled Y/N's hair as she stepped out on the balcony. She pulled on the thin robe she had quickly put on as she got out of bed to cover her naked body. She looked back and watched Eris sprawled out on the huge bed. He was naked, the blanket had been thrown on the floor sometime during the night and now his muscular body was on full display. Y/N's eyes lazily ran over the pretty bottom and toned torso and then smiled as Eris moved. For a while he fumbled around as if looking for her, but finally settled for a small pillow, which he now held tightly against him.

Y/N turned away with a sigh and closed her eyes. She enjoyed the icy breeze and the lightly falling snow, which held meaningful memories for her.

December, seven years ago:

Y/N cut through the snow-covered streets of Velaris. A few strands of hair had slipped out from under her cap, now clinging sweatily to her neck as she dodged passers-by. She held at least four bags in each hand, and even managed to squeeze a heavy package under her right arm. But as tired and sweaty as she was, the smile could not be wiped from her face. Solstice was coming, her favourite holiday of the year. After all, who doesn't love decorating the house, snuggling under the covers to escape the cold and receiving presents?

The family home was not far away when something caught her eye in the window of a shop. Slowly, she moved closer, almost afraid to look at the object.

It was a tiny box, something that would probably have been completely unimportant to many people, but for her there was something about it that drew her to it. Beautifully crafted, gilded leaves ran along the sides, curving straight up to the top of the brown box, which had an oak tree carved into it.

Suddenly a hand grasped the piece and when Y/N looked up she found herself face to face with amber eyes.

I can't believe it, I must be hallucinating, she thought to herself.

"Do you like it?"

Although they were separated by a glass, she was still able to read Eris' lips. A smug expression was on his face and he turned the box in his hand as he watched her.

She literally burst into the shop after recovering from the shock.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned the moment she set a foot inside. "I could kill you for that!"

Eris raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really?" There was a mirth behind the man's meek tone. "Maybe you'll throw one of those bags at me? Choke me with your scarf? You know, I think I'd enjoy the strangling if you did it."

"Shut up and answer me!" Y/N clenched her fist in annoyance, which Eris watched with bursting happiness.

"So, should I shut up or respond? You know I can't do both at the same time" he continued.

She just crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him hostilely. It's a pose and a look she learned from her mother when she was little, because it would break any man in an instant.

Eris sighed.

"I was at your uncle's," he said and tossed the box, then before it fell to the ground he quickly reached out and caught it. His index finger brushed over and over the gold leaves, giving Y/N the impression that he might not be as calm as he pretended to be.

"What for?"

"Matters of concern to High Lords," he replied tersely, and fixed his gaze on one of the gold cages, in which a yellow bird was chirping.

"You're not a High Lord," she watched as his shoulder tensed at those words and he turned to her. The look in his eyes was almost scorching and promised such danger that Y/N unconsciously took a step back.

"Indeed, I am not," Eris replied, then turned his attention back to the little bird. Carefully he reached through the bars of the cage and to Y/N's dismay the animal let himself be petted. Eris's finger glided along the yellow wings with a gentleness that Y/N would never have expected from such a cruel, amoral person.

"Not yet" he added quietly moments later.

His face was reserved and he seemed out of reach, as if he were not just an arm's length away from Y/N, but light years away. In Y/N's soul, an overwhelming feeling arose that was all too similar to pity.

But why should she feel sorry for him? This man was sin and cruelty itself.

Yet as he stood before her, stroking the bird, she was unable to just walk away.

"And how long will you stay?" she hated that her voice had softened and sounded almost hopeful.

"Oh, I'll be home today," Eris replied, then looked at her mischievously. "Sure, if you want me to stay the night."

Y/N snorted and decided to leave him here instead.

"Dream on"

"We are in the Court of Dreams, aren't we? Where else can I dream but here?"

He followed her out into the street, where meanwhile the snow had begun to fall in large flakes. Since Eris had no cap, within moments thousands of tiny snowflakes adorned his hair, slowly melting away, leaving his locks wet.

"How do you know so much about Velaris?" Y/N asked grimly, glancing around. A few people were starting to take notice, which was no surprise to her, since he wasn't just anyone standing in front of her. However, she knew that it would not end well if this got back to her family, so she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest secluded street.

"I've been alive longer than you, sweetheart," Eris leaned against the brick building behind him, but he was still much taller than her and she had to look up at him. "I've been here long before you were born, but to answer your question your uncle and I had business that forced him to share information about this town."

Too many questions swirled in Y/N's mind, but she controlled herself. This was not the time to start questioning him, so she forced herself to remain calm.

"Go home, Lord Vanserra," Y/N said, adjusting the packs in her hands, which felt more and more heavy. "You have no business in our town or our shops."

There was a momentary flash of sadness in Eris's eyes, but it disappeared so quickly that Y/N thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

"I'm going home" he answered without any argument, surprising Y/N. "On one condition."

"Of course" Y/N rolled her eyes. Where did she think he was going to do what she wanted?

"I'll walk you home" Eris declared, to which Y/N immediately started to protest.

"Absolutely not!"

However, the man stood adamantly in front of her and didn't move a muscle. He was like an unruly boulder that someone would try to drag out of the way, unsuccessfully.

"To the Great Mother," Y/N growled, and raised her gaze to the sky. She wanted to stomp like a little kid who's had her favourite toy taken away from her. "You are so annoying!"

"But Lady Y/N, how do you talk?" Eris' amber eyes sparkled with glee. "A lady does not refuse a gentleman's noble offer."

"You're not a gentleman" Y/N muttered, but finally sighed in resignation. "Very well"

With that, she thrust the bags into Eris's hands and raised an eyebrow.

"If you're going to walk me home, I might as well get some use out of you" she added recklessly. She just couldn't help herself, even though she knew who he was. He brought something out of her, something that made her want to poke him and watch Eris's eyes twist or sparkle. She hated him, it was true, but there was still a part of her that wanted to play this dangerous game between the two of them.

"How cruel" Eris whispered with a fierce grin.

For a moment they just looked at each other, and it made Y/N shudder. Her mind was screaming that this was all wrong and she should run away or she would just end up burning herself, but she couldn't. She had felt it the first time they had danced together, but now she was fully aware of it.

"We have to take the long way round" her voice was hoarse when she finally managed to speak. "They can't see us together."

"Of course" Eris said in agreement and gestured. "After you."

With shaking legs, she moved and heard him follow. Every nerve in her body tuned to him as he walked beside her and she exhaled the air she held in her lungs.

Everything would be all right, she reassured herself.

It was so surreal, because not long ago when she'd seen him, she'd felt like gouging his eyes out. Now she was almost happy to be walking with him home. Something was very wrong with her. It was as if her emotions were in a tailspin, one minute she was happy to be with him, the next she wanted to kill him.

That's how the whole way home went, with her brooding and him walking quietly beside her. But when they reached the door, he carefully placed the bags in her hands and looked down at her. His amber eyes gleamed like two jewels in the fairy lights, for it was well after dark by the time they reached the house. The man's gaze slid to her lips, making Y/N catch her breath.

"Well, Lady Y/N," Eris' voice was soft and kind, as if they hadn't been bickering for an hour. "It was nice to see you again."

"Are you really trying to be a gentleman?" Y/N smiled incredulously.

"You don't like it perhaps?" Eris asked back cheerfully.

"No" Y/N clutched the gifts to herself. "That's not you and it's not very exciting."

The man lowered his head and chuckled.

"Noted, Lady Y/N" he bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress his emerging smile. "I'm going to be a real asshole again."

"You finally admit you are one."

At this, he threw his head back and burst out laughing. She smiled at him, but still felt like betraying her own family. Good heavens, how would poor Aunt Mor feel if she knew that she was laughing with this man outside?

When the thought struck her, her mood vanished and she cleared her throat.

"Thank you for walking me home, but now it's time for you to go home," she told Eris.

"Of course" Eris frowned and bowed slightly to her. "Goodbye"

Y/N watched him walk away without a word and she literally fled inside the house.

Only a few days later, while wrapping presents, she saw that the man had sneaked something into one of the bags.

Carefully, she took the tiny box in her trembling hands and smoothed the gold leaves over the sides, then opened it. A low, soft melody broke the silence of the room. But what caught her attention was the folded note at the bottom of the box and the words on it.

Happy Solstice, Y/N.

I hope the music box I made brings sweet dreams for you.

E. "asshole" V.

Y/N closed her teary eyes and listened to the music, which seemed to crawl straight to the depths of her soul.

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: If Azriel's mate needs help, he will help her, whatever it takes. Even when it's about women's things.

Warnings: Absolutely nothing. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Sweet boy Azriel.

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A/N: My late night writing, which I like and which warmed my heart. I hope it puts a smile on your face too. :)

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake.

Y/N muttered angrily to herself as she washed off her makeup for the sixth time. Tomorrow was the annual charity ball, organised by a friend for orphaned children of soldiers killed in the war, and everything had to be perfect, because it was so important. However, when she decided today that she would try to prepare her makeup for tomorrow to match her outfit, she never imagined she would face so many obstacles. First, she ran out of her favourite foundation, which she went to the store to get, but it wasn't until she got home that she noticed the shop assistant had given her the darker shade and when she put it on her face she looked like she had been lying on the beach for at least a month. Secondly, she was unable to choose the perfect shade because she felt none of them fitted the colour of her dress. Thirdly, she couldn't get a decent eyeliner line and they all looked like something a two-year-old had scribbled on her eyelids rather than a fully grown adult woman and her hands were shaking with frustration. Fourthly...she was fed up with it all, her eyes hurt from all the rubbing and different makeup going into her eyes.

Who says makeup is easy, Y/N raged in herself and yelped when someone behind her spoke.

"What are you doing?"

The someone was none other than the mysterious Azriel, who was now leaning against the doorjamb with his arms folded across his chest. In the mirror, Y/N surveyed his tattooed, muscular torso, thick taut biceps and strong legs. It was a sight she could never get tired of and she loved it when Azriel was around like this. A little underpants and nothing else.

"I'm putting on makeup" Y/N sighed and wiped the red lipstick from her lips that had left a stain on the skin of her face when she accidentally smudged it. Now a pale pink stain remained behind.

Wonderful, just what was needed.

She was on the verge of hysterics and tears, which didn't bode well. She was a heartbeat away from packing everything up and curling up under a blanket on the couch for a long nap.

"Does makeup involve picking out your eyes?" Azriel raised his eyebrows. "Or do you have to draw a black line on your eyeballs too now?"

The spymaster teased her, which she probably would have returned at another time, but now her mouth curled down and she leaned wearily against the basin.

"I can't manage a decent makeup," she said in frustration. "Tomorrow is so important and I don't want to ruin it."

"Sweetheart" Azriel pushed away from the door and wrapped her in his arms. Y/N inhaled his scent, which soothed her frazzled nerves a little and burrowed her face into his muscular chest. His skin was warm and soft beneath her cheek and she smoothed her hands over his body with pleasure. "You're beautiful and there's just no way you're going to mess up the ball."

"I know I'm blowing things out of proportion" Y/N whispered, embarrassed by her behavior. She felt stupid for freaking out so much. "I just can't figure out what the perfect makeup would look like. Somehow none of them look right."

Azriel said nothing for a long moment, just stroked her back and kissed into her hair.

"Would it help if you practiced on someone else?" he murmured.

"What?" Y/N raised her head to look at him. She couldn't believe that he was offering to be her mannequin.

"You heard me right" Azriel chuckled and his golden brown eyes sparkled lovingly as he looked down at her.

Y/N was suddenly seized with excitement at the idea and grinned happily.

"Yes" she replied, carried away. "It would help a lot if I could put makeup on you."

Azriel closed his eyes, laughing, and shook his head in disbelief that this sentence had actually, really been uttered.

"I'm ready" he announced and sat down firmly on the edge of the tub so that Y/N could easily reach his face. "Make me breathtakingly beautiful. It's terrible to suffer this ugliness."

Dramatic sighs erupted from the depths of his chest and he even ruffled his midnight black hair in a pout for good measure. Laughing at his performance, Y/N took one of the makeup brushes in her hand and tickled his nose playfully, causing Azriel to sneeze so loudly that even passers-by on the street probably heard. Y/N doubled over with laughter and even shed a tear, but Azriel joined in too and his deep, melodious laughter reached to her very soul.

"I'm sorry" Y/N gasped for breath and took Azriel's head in her hands. Giggling, she pressed a kiss to his nose, then to his lips. "I had no idea it would have such an effect on you."

"When it comes to you, surprising things always happen" he replied with a grin. "But that's why I love you."

"Just like I love you too"

She took the brush in her hand again, but this time she started to work the makeup on his face and Azriel sat still. First she applied the foundation, then the blush and finally she took the powder box in her hand. The spymaster watched dubiously as she tapped the compact into the white powder, which left a small cloud of dust behind. However, he sat patiently waiting for it to spread over his face.

"Which one do you think would look good with the colour of my dress?" asked Y/N, showing him the makeup palette, which had like forty colours ranging from bright pink to pitch black. "I was thinking gold and this brown" Y/N poked her finger at the colour.

"Yes" Azriel said, puzzled, for he was very much at a loss for this sort of thing. "It's nice"

Y/N worked on his eyes for about a quarter of an hour, using different brushes, pads and even dragging something across his lashes. Finally, she nodded in satisfaction when she'd got it right and told him not to move now. Azriel stiffened like a statue, but flinched slightly when something small like a wet brush stroked first across his left and then his right eyelid.

"Open your eyes," Y/N pleaded, and then watched raptly as the golden brown eyes she held so dear trembled open. The makeup accentuated the warm colours of his eyes and even brought out that hint of green that is rarely seen.

"You are so beautiful," Y/N whispered, mesmerized.

"Well, thank you" the shadow singer furrowed his brows as if he couldn't decide how to respond to that. "Are we done?"

"Wait, the lipstick!" Y/N forgot all about it and hastily took it in her hand, then turned back to him. "Now squeak your lips."

Azriel giggled in compliance, pursed his plump lips and leaned towards Y/N. Y/N carefully smeared the slightly glistening lipstick on him and stepped back to admire her work. It was odd to see Azriel like this, but he still looked stunningly masculine in full ball makeup and tiny black underpants.

"Well, do you fancy me?" Azriel fluttered his eyelashes and even smacked his lips.

Y/N laughed and agreed.

"You've never looked better," she said and handed him a small oval mirror. "I don't think I'll wash it off you, it looks so great on you."

Azriel looked at himself in the mirror and even under the layers of makeup she could see him blushing.

"Sweet gods" he mumbled shaking his head as he looked at himself. The makeup was really nice, but if he had seen any of his brothers he would have been listening to this for the rest of eternity.

However, a sneaky idea occurred to his mind and Y/N squealed in surprise when Azriel grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards him.

"You know, I'd love to test this lipstick" Azriel's face was serious, but his eyes were mischievously twinkling. "I think it's important to know if I can kiss you tomorrow night without my lips glistening afterwards."

He didn't even wait for her to answer before he leaned in and kissed her. It was a sweet, delicate kiss that tasted like strawberries thanks to the lipstick and she giggled into his mouth. Azriel pulled away from her lips and then targeted every corner of her face from her forehead to the base of her neck and Y/N squirmed trying to get free, but he held her tightly and laughed as he continued to torture her.

"No, Azriel" Y/N screamed panting and laughing as his kisses tickled her. When she managed a glance in the mirror she saw that the lipstick was not kiss-proof, for her whole face was covered with Azriel's mouth marks. Finally, Azriel leaned over and pressed his cheek to hers, so they could look at themselves in the mirror together. She wished they could stay like that forever.

"I think we look really good," Azriel growled. "Especially you"

"Can't beat you now" Y/N replied with a smile as she watched him in the mirror. "That color really suits you"

Azriel hummed in agreement, but the corners of his mouth curled upwards in amusement. However, this quickly disappeared when two huge figures appeared in the doorway.

For a moment, all four of them stood frozen, Azriel still with his arms around her waist in makeup and she with her arms around his neck with lipstick marks on her face. It was like they'd been caught having sex, but it was even more awkward than that.

Finally, one of the men burst out laughing and within a moment the other followed. They pushed their way into the bathroom and pointed at Azriel.

"Brother" Rhysand chuckled. "What an amazing look. Maybe you have a date tonight?"

"I think he's going to a ball instead" snorted Cassian. "Where's your dress? I would recommend the side-slit piece that shows off your beautiful legs. Perhaps you waxed that as well?"

Y/N stifled a laugh with difficulty. After all, she had put poor Azriel in this position and it would be ugly if she betrayed him like that.

"I-" began Azriel, but he was speechless. "No, I have no excuse for that."

Y/N took pity on the poor man, but before she could rise to his defense, Rhysand cut her off.

"Come on" the High Lord wiped his eyes with a smirk and shrugged, "I model nude for my mate's paintings every week. Compared to that, a little makeup is not a disaster."

"Not small, big" Cassian hummed with a sly smile, but his eyes were friendly as he surveyed them.

"You don't say a word, Cassian!" retorted Azriel pointing at him. "You're probably dressing up as some book character from one of those novels Nesta reads and doing something dirty I'd rather not hear about."

"Hey, do you know how well those tend to end?" asked Cassian, offended, but he was already turning to Rhysand, who was now starting to tease him.

Y/N was watching their bickering, but Azriel distracted her by leaning over and whispering in her ear.

"I think it was good fun."

"Yes" Y/N said softly and gave him a soft kiss. "Thank you for sacrificing yourself and helping me."

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x fem!reader

Summary: There is only one way to make a deal, especially for old lovers.

Warnings: Smut, smut and a little bit more smut. Please read only if you are not disturbed by the sexual content.

A/N: I would like to thank everyone who is patiently waiting for the chapters. I'm sorry for the slow progress, but I hope to have more time to write in the future.

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake. :)

Part 1: And we meet again

Part 2: The Pair Choice

Present:

Y/N was painfully aware that there was no way out. She had already started and must finish it.

The butler opened the solid oak door that led into the dimly lit room. The fairy light and candles gave the dining room an intimate atmosphere and Y/N knew exactly that this was Eris's plan. After their meet at that club a few days ago, her life had been turned upside down once again. That night Eris suggested they meet again, but at the castle. They made a deal, that would benefit both of them. No emotion, just sex. Violent, destructive intercourse.

But Y/N knew that he wanted to break her just to tell her what she wanted from him, because he knew she wouldn't come back to him without a reason.

Eris was now sitting in one of the neatly carved chairs at the table, one leg draped over the other and his chin resting on his strong fingers as he watched her. The loose, white linen let his golden brown skin and the elaborate muscles that lay flat beneath the fabric show. Y/N, if she closed her eyes, knew exactly how his skin would feel, how she could feel the steely muscles tighten beneath her fingers and where they would be rougher from the scars he'd acquired over the years. Goose bumps fluttered over her body, that she would soon experience these things again.

"I didn't think you'd actually come" Eris said as Y/N took a seat next to him. His amber eyes followed her movements as he sipped from the glass in his hand.

"Then it seems you don't know me as well as you pretend to" Y/N replied. It used to be common for them to have dinner or breakfast together, which usually involved laughter and light conversation. However, instead of joy, there was now a tense atmosphere and Y/N felt that it was only going to get worse and that one of them was likely to start an argument.

"Yes, apparently not anymore" Eris whispered softly more to himself than to her, then motioned the servants to leave. They did as he ordered, and the sound of the door closing sounded in Y/N's ears.

"Are we not having dinner?" Y/N asked as she felt her throat tighten. It wasn't that she was afraid of the man, but she was undoubtedly nervous.

"If I remember correctly dinner was not part of our deal" Eris said in a mocking tone and put his glass down on the table. "But enlighten me if it was."

"Oh, I was only asking out of kindness, since I know how upsetting it is for an old man like you to get out of your routine."

Y/N was overcome with gloating joy when she saw Eris' eyes flash. After a moment, however, the man leaned back in his chair and spread his arms wide, then grinned.

"Well, come over here and let's settle this quickly so I can get back into my routine as soon as possible" he offered in a honeyed tone.

The dim light and the teasing made Eris so attractive at this moment that Y/N was breathless. Suddenly she couldn't move from the emotions that were overwhelming her and Eris seemed to be aware of this as a mocking smile came to his face. This jerked Y/N back to reality and she looked around in disbelief.

"Here? Really?" The huge dining room may have been empty, but she knew that the servants were probably waiting outside the door. She had no desire to hear them together and then have them the gossip of the week in the Courts.

"In the past, it was not an obstacle, as I remember." Eris reminded her in a disingenuous tone. "You had spread your legs for me anywhere, willingly and gladly."

Y/N's blood froze at the comment.

"You son of a bitch!" she whispered with clenched fists as she was overcome with venom and jumped up.

If he's playing like that, so am I, Y/N thought to herself.

Eris grabbed her the moment she got close and pulled her into his lap. Y/N took no time and kissed him, hard. She could taste the blood and hear Eris cry out in pain, but he kissed her back. His hand wandered over her body and everywhere he touched there was heat left behind, making Y/N even more aroused. Years of repressed desire and the lack of a man had her on the edge of madness at this moment and all she wanted was to have Eris inside her. However, she had a plan and so she pulled away from his lips and peeled herself out of his grip.

She gasped violently as she stood up and looked down at Eris. The man's chest heaved heavily beneath him and his tongue emerged from his swollen lips to touch the slightly bleeding wound on his mouth. His shirt was missing a few buttons that she must have ripped off in the heat of the last few minutes. Now he was watching Y/N with fiery eyes and knew he was about to grab her to continue, so she spoke quickly.

"I came back because I need your help" Y/N was dizzy, so she leaned against the table behind her and put her hand on her chest, as if that would soothe her racing heart.

Surprise flashed across Eris's face, but was gone in an instant.

"And what makes you think I'm helping you?"

Y/N pushed herself away from the table and stepped over to him. She cupped his face in her hands and Eris looked up at her.

"Because you can't say no to me." Y/N whispered. "You still like me too much for that."

Eris smiled wryly and his hot hand covered hers, still resting on his cheek.

"I don't like you" he said with a look so intense it made Y/N's legs tremble. "I love you."

Y/N swallowed hard.

"Even after what happened? After all this time?"

"Always," Eris murmured. "I can't stop loving you, even when I want to hate you. So that's why I'll help you. Let that be part of our deal."

"Eris," Y/N whispered with tears in her eyes, but he stood up and picked her up, laying her on the table.

Eris leaned over her and pressed a gentle, soft kiss to her lips.

"However, that doesn't mean I'm letting you back into my life" he grabbed her thigh and pulled her roughly against him. "You hurt me too much for that. Just sex, Y/N and don't you forget it."

"It's not like I want to be a part of your life again" The lie left a bitter taste in her mouth after it slipped out of Y/N's lip.

Eris's movements stalled for a moment, then Y/N found herself back on her feet as he held her to his chest. For a moment they just looked at each other and the look in their eyes said it all. They wanted to hurt each other, in word and deed. Their past still haunted them and Y/N had the feeling that this time she might come out of it worse off. Eris was too driven to take revenge on her and feel the soul-crushing pain he had felt back then. If only he knew that Y/N had suffered the same way he had.

Eris turned her over in a single motion and flipped her hard, pushing Y/N down onto the cool surface of the table with one hand. Y/N gasped in surprise as Eris reached roughly under her skirt and yanked it up violently to her waist. His hot palm brushed along Y/N's thigh and reached between her legs wordlessly to touch her.

Y/N whimpered as Eris stroked her swollen clit, trying to find something to hold on to as she felt herself about to collapse from the sensations. As if sensing this, he snuggled closer and leaned over her to whisper in her ear.

"I can see you still love my touch" Eris' tongue ran playfully over the soft skin of her neck and trailed tiny kisses back to her ear. "You still burn for me, just like you did all those years ago."

Y/N was unable to squeeze any words out, so she just reached up blindly and grabbed his short locks to kiss him. Eris leaned into her obediently, pressed her lips to his, slid her tongue into his mouth and gave him a fierce, sweeping kiss that made him groan. His desire strained against Y/N's butt and even the material of his pants couldn't hide how hard he was. She squirmed and with great difficulty she managed to slip her hand between the two of them, smoothing it through the fabric. The sound Eris made was almost animalistic and he grabbed Y/N's arm.

"What?" teased Y/N, panting. "Is that enough to make you come?"

The man laughed hoarsely, then pulled Y/N's hand back and slid it down his pants so she could touch him without any hindrance.

"No, honey" His manhood throbbed in her grip as she touched him. "I just prefer it when you stroke my cock and not my pants."

Eris's laughter quickly died away, when Y/N gently squeezed and began to stroke him. She watched with amusement as his amber eyes narrowed and closed as he involuntarily thrust his hips towards Y/N.

"I see you love my touch as much as you did all those years ago" Y/N repeated Eris' words.

"Fuck, yes."

Eris's response burst out of him as a tiny hoarse moan and his shifting fingers began to caress Y/N's heated body again. Y/N couldn't believe that they were actually standing at the dining room table where they had eaten so many times before, doing just that. It was all so surreal after all these years, but she didn't have much time to think because Eris let go and pushed her away a little.

A frustrated growl erupted from Y/N, wanting to feel him. She wanted him to finally bring her to the climax she'd been craving for years. She wanted to cry at the thought that Eris might not keep their bargain and leave her hanging.

But Eris had no intention of doing such a thing, because a minute later she felt his manhood at her entrance. She didn't even have time to react, he had already penetrated her without warning and Y/N felt like she was about to faint from the pleasure that washed over her. Her palms slapped loudly against the tabletop as she braced herself and lowered her head, unable to hold herself up at that moment. Eris didn't move and all Y/N could hear behind her was him gasping loudly for breath and he was probably trying to overcome his emotions as well.

Y/N pushed herself back, used to the feeling of being filled by a man, and was overcome with a wonderful, boundless joy as he finally moved. At first he made a small, shallow movement, as if venturing into unfamiliar territory and not yet knowing what to do.

But for Y/N, that was enough to drive her completely mad, and she let out an ecstatic moan. He then, as if awakened from some trance, grabbed her waist hard and began to lash her with harder, deeper thrusts.

"You can't imagine how long I've been craving for this" Eris hissed as he fucked her harder and harder. "To be inside you again and feel you."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, both from finally feeling him inside her and from the aching pleasure that flooded her at his words.

I missed you too, Y/N screamed in her mind, but in reality she didn't say a word, just put her head down on the table. Her elbows and forearms ached as she leaned on them, and kept slipping from the violent thrusts, but if it had been her life she wouldn't have moved a single foot. She began to push against Eris's movements, causing a groan to escape from them both. Y/N could sense from the tensing muscles in the man's muscles and the hands squeezing her that this was going to be quick, but she didn't mind. She also noticed her groin tightening and the familiar warmth in her lower belly spreading. Eris reached under her with one hand and began stroking her clit as if he knew exactly what she wanted. And it was enough. The two together brought her to the edge of the precipice so fast that when she climaxed she shuddered and squeezed him so hard that he came inside her and collapsed on her back, pinning her to the hard wood.

They panted for a minute, Eris's lips softly touching Y/N's naked back over and over again. She couldn't even remember him tearing her dress away.

"Good heavens," Y/N said in disbelief. A chuckle erupted from her, for it had been so long since she had felt so careless as she did at this moment. "I feel like my brain is fried."

She felt Eris' grin on her skin.

"Don't worry, you're going to feel this a lot more in the following time"

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x fem!reader

Summary: The first meeting between Eris and Y/N, which sealed their fate. A ball has always been a dangerous place for a heart.

A/N: Honestly, I don't know when I wrote and published the first part of this, but I hope you guys will like it. I don't feel it's my best work, but I wrote it so late at night, so forgive me. :)

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake. :)

Part 1: And we meet again

Y/N and Eris were toxic for each other. She would see this later, when they were long separated. Their relationship took a lot of toll and took too much out of them. They were both fires, while it should have been one of them being water to balance them out. However, they burned the world around them while they were together and it brought death.

Y/N was reminded of her aunt, who with her blank, ice-cold gaze saw right through to the core of her at a time when she was hiding from everyone.

"I see too much destruction around you. Too much pain, and not just yours," her aunt Elain had murmured years before, in a voice that always seemed to forebode evil.

To this day, Y/N shudders when she thinks of those words. She didn't believe her at the time, what could have gone wrong? She and Eris were perfect with each other, secret and silent.

October, seven years ago:

Y/N looked bored at the gathering crowd in the ballroom. Since the Hybernian War, it had been customary for one court to hold a ball once a year, and all the nobles of the seven courts had to attend. Y/N, although this was the first time she had been to just such a feast, felt nothing but annoyance. She was supposed to go to a party with her best friend, but instead her mother dragged her here on the grounds that every girl should attend such an event at least once in her life.

"You look like you're about to throw something heavy at the person closest to you," whispered her cousin, who was standing beside her in all his glory. With his black hair, charming face and tall stature, Nyx looked eerily like Y/N's uncle. Uncle Rhysand and Aunt Feyre had created every woman's dream in her cousin. In no time at all, he could charm anyone he wanted.

"Shut up," Y/N muttered as she watched her mother take her father by the hand and drag him to the dance floor. They looked at each other as if there was no one else in the room but themselves, like Nesta and Cassian. It reminded Y/N of the moments when, in the evenings at home, her father would catch her mother and make her dance around the kitchen. On those occasions when she was a little girl she would run up to them and her father would always catch her in the air to get between them. Often they would dance like that for long minutes, hugging each other.

Y/N smiled as the memory came back to her. Somewhere in the depths of her heart, however, she felt a twinge of longing for such love. To have someone to hold her like her father used to hold her mother, and for her to care for someone like her mother cared for her father. She wondered so much that the question slipped out of her mouth involuntarily.

"Do you think we'll find a love like theirs?"

She blushed and waited for Nyx to tease her, but there was a deep silence. When she glanced towards him, she saw her cousin frown thoughtfully and then smile.

"I can only hope so" he said in a serious tone as he watched his own parents. Then he playfully ruffled Y/N's hair and leaned closer to her and whispered. "And, if any of us deserve such love, it's you, deary."

Gratitude and love flooded Y/N at these words and she wrapped one arm around Nyx. Although her cousin was only two years older than her, he was always her brave and strong protector, her companion in all her pranks and the keeper of her secrets.

The moment was interrupted by the High Lord of the Autumn Court, who stood on the indoor terrace, up to which were two imposing steps covered with different coloured leaves and flowers. There was someone standing beside him, but Y/N couldn't make him out well from the bright light that suddenly flooded the room.

"Dear guests!" cried Beron, clasping his palms together. In spite of the flattering face, Y/N saw beneath it the evil and ambitious man, which made him feel nervous. Not for a moment did she feel safe, especially not when the old man glanced around at those present and continued to stare at Y/N for a moment. She felt Nyx draw closer to her in the same way that uncle Azriel stepped imperceptibly towards her from behind. Not for a single heartbeat did Beron's attention go unnoticed by any member of his family. "Welcome to the Autumn Court! We are honored to host this noble celebration this year and celebrate our victory years ago. It has become a tradition that each year the Court that hosts the ball adds a new element to this celebration. This year, my court has come up with one, which we have named the Pair Choice!"

There was a murmur in the ballroom, as no one expected this. Usually guests were given gifts or some sort of entertainment so that certain courts didn't have to interact too much as relations were still tense between some.

Beron grinned as he enjoyed the commotion and then continued.

"This one" he held up a glittering cauldron the size of a box. "It will select the couples by spitting a piece of paper out of it straight into the hand of my wife" he pointed to his wife who was standing beside him. To back up his words, from the cauldron flew a piece of paper decorated with gold-plated, scalloped leaves to the woman, who read aloud two names. "The couples begin the opening dance of the ball and then must remain together until the end of the ball. Of course, only those individuals who have not arrived as a couple will take part in the Pair Choice!"

Y/N searched her eyes for her parents, who were looking at her with concern. From the look on her father's face, she could see that he was not far away from dragging Beron off the balcony and beating him.

The wife of the High Lord had taken another paper. The crowd watched in tense silence as she read the names on it.

"Nyx, heir to the throne of the Night Court and Nieva, princess of the Winter Court."

Y/N and Nyx looked at each other and she saw her cousin swearing under his breath.

"Fuck, that's some powerful magic" he hissed as Nieva walked towards him with a confused look on her face. "I can feel it pulling me towards her" Nyx moved up to her and gently took her by the arm. There was no reading on Nyx's face, but Y/N knew him well enough to notice his piercing gaze. Nothing upset her cousin more than to be stripped of the right to make decisions and put him under control.

Y/N was so focused on Nyx that only her name broke her out of this state.

"Lady Y/N, from the Night Court," she hesitated for a moment, and Y/N's throat tightened. "And Eris Vanserra, heir to the throne of the Autumn Court and general of the army."

These words were followed by a silence so profound that Y/N was sure that even if someone were to drop a pin now, it would be clearly audible.

Then she felt what Nyx had just been talking about. Something deep inside her stirred, something she couldn't ignore. Her feet moved involuntarily and carried her towards the stairway, through the crowd that automatically parted to make way for her. She passed her parents and felt her mother's hand gently brush along hers in reassurance. This gave her the push she needed to pull herself out even more and lift her head proudly to look up at the man descending the stairs. Though she felt her heart about to leap out of her chest, she didn't show it. The flutter of her dress glided softly behind her and a small smile escaped her lips, causing the crowd to whisper.

"She looks like a goddess."

"Look, she's smiling!"

"How brave"

But then everything stopped for Y/N. The man she was rushing towards was danger itself. Yet Y/N could not take her eyes off him. His tall, muscular frame was well dressed in distinguished clothing and his red hair was tied back with a ribbon that accentuated the features of his face. When they drew closer, it was only then that she saw that his eyes were amber, in which the lights of the ballroom played and so always showed a different shade.

His face reflected at once that he was a fierce warrior but at the same time noble and this combination somehow made him look horribly right to Y/N.

"My lady" Eris' voice was deep and melodic, like molten fire. He held his hand out to her to guide her to the dance floor. Taking a deep breath, Y/N took it. His touch was hot, probably from the fire magic dormant within him, which gave Y/N goose bumps. But also, perhaps, from feeling her own magic respond to his. For a moment she felt foolish, as it was impossible, but Eris's eyes widened slightly as if he felt it too.

After that, everything happened so fast. The next thing Y/N knew, they were on the parquet floor dancing. He was holding her tightly and leading her.

"I haven't had such a good dance partner in a long time" he said as they turned around. Their hands were clasped together above their heads and their chests were touching in the next movement. The deep tones of the instruments and the faint, dim light gave the whole situation an ominous look.

"It was probably my mother" muttered Y/N.

"So you know about your mother and me" laughed Eris softly. He seemed smug and arrogant, which made Y/N feel a sudden rush of anger and courage.

"There's no such thing as my mother and you!" she hissed and now she took control. They moved to the right, then let go of each other, and the part where she put her hand on his chest and began to push him backwards.

Y/N pushed Eris back with a little more force and he obeyed with a sneer. Y/N could feel the man's heart pounding violently under her palm and her fingers dug into the silky fabric of the man's top. The heir grin only grew wider at this.

"How does it feel to lose?" Y/N was possessed by something, because she couldn't help but tease him. She just wanted to see him lose his head, even though she knew it was terribly wrong and dangerous considering who he was. "That all your brides have left you and chosen someone else?"

Eris's icy, murderous gaze sunk into her eyes.

"You're sailing into dangerous waters, honey," Eris said and spun her around with a flourish. Y/N saw her family watching their every move with a wary eye.

"Just like you" she said and they gazed at each other. It was as if fire and oil met and became more fierce and dangerous.

She and Eris were drifting, concretely pushing the other couples off the floor and eventually they were the only ones left. The crowd hushed as they watched the all-consuming dance. They moved as if they belonged together and always had. They were perfectly matched, no doubt about it.

"And don't call me honey. I'm not!" sibilated Y/N as they did another turn. Eris's hand tightened around her waist and he suddenly lifted her up in the air. The crowd gasped in shock, but Y/N...Y/N felt as if she was herself abruptly the North Star. She stretched out her arms and tilted her head back, letting him spin her around in a circle. The light played on her face and when he set her down on the ground, the crowd erupted in loud cheers.

"You know what, honey?" he panted and held her tightly to him for a moment, which left her breathless. "I think I like you."

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N, daughter of Nesta and Cassian, ventured into the Autumn Court again. But her old lover, to whom she had a tender bond, reappears and the overwhelming feelings that once broke them come back to the surface.

A/N: And here I am again. Months ago I promised you a story about Eris. Well, after a long time I managed to finish the chapter I started writing last year. I've been enjoying immensely writing it, especially the ending (badass ;) ) and relaxing a bit because I have an important exam on Tuesday.

I hope you guys will like it too, I'd love to read what you think about it.

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake. :)

...Eris, baby, let the game begin.

Y/N knew she shouldn't be here.

The Autumn Court had always been off limits to her, her family had told her throughout her childhood that she should never set foot in this area without someone with her.

However, she was a curious nature, so she did. With a smile on her face and her best friend by her side.

But now, five years later, she wasn't happy at all to be here.

The club her best friend had dragged her to was distinctly modern, the kind she had only seen on the Isle of Pearls, from which she had returned two months ago.

The loud, sensual music coming from the walls made Y/N dizzy. The lights were dimmed, creating an erotic atmosphere for the high-ceilinged room where hundreds of fairies were now crowded. The alcohol flowed, the laughter was loud and hands strayed to inappropriate places.

She moved further into the shadows of the corner, trying to attract as little attention as possible. She prayed for only one thing. That she would not meet him.

But as if the Great Mother was playing a mischievous joke on her, the mesmerizing amber eyes were now fixed on her, just as they had been when they first met years ago. Surprise flashed in them, and Eris made his way through the crowd. He didn't need to. The fairies themselves stood aside before the tall, imposing man, who was now heading straight for her.

"Y/N"

The name sounded so strange, yet all too familiar when it slipped out of the man's mouth, just as it had a thousand times before. Like the first time he'd kissed her and whispered her name. Or the time before he'd penetrated her and watched her with heavy, lust-filled eyes. Or after she'd left him and broken his heart.

Y/N had broken him in every way. When she stepped out the door and left him behind, he could almost hear Eris' heart shattering into tiny pieces, something she'd long thought didn't exist. But it did exist and he trusted her enough to give her the one thing that was truly his.

Y/N had to leave him, but it destroyed her perhaps more than Eris himself.

"Eris" Y/N felt numb, as if she were outside her body. The fact that he was so close to her, that she could smell his scent and his astonishing eyes on her, was driving her insane. Their relationship had been forbidden, perhaps even more so now after her family had found out three years ago and had done everything they could to end it.

Eris was saying something, but the loud music made it inaudible, so he leaned over to her ear. Y/N's body stiffened as she felt his breath on her ear and his hoarse voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Y/N looked at him, trying to make out the man's expression, but she couldn't see it clearly in the darkness.

"Balara dragged me away" she replied, but that didn't cover the whole truth. Deep in her heart she wanted to see him, just for a glimpse, to see if he was alright and move on. But Eris's look told the opposite story and he still looked at her as he had when they first met.

It was at a ball. She had heard of him as a child as a cruel and cunning man and had ignored him until they somehow drifted into each other's arms during a waltz. From there, there was no stopping them, their lives spinning just as they did on the dance floor. Correspondence turned into personal conversations, secret meetings even if they only saw each other for moments. Y/N was caught in a windmill that eventually became a hurricane. It was sweeping, devastating.

Eris held his hand as if unable to resist touching it. When their skins touched again, Y/N's heart surged, like a teenager touching a man for the first time. A wry smile tugged at her lips at the thought, for after all, Eris was the first man other than her family members to touch her.

Eris pulled Y/N behind him, who followed. As she always did.

Y/N caught a glimpse of her friend, who was not far away from her in the middle of a men's wreath. Balara nodded at her, which made Y/N's stomach churn. There was another reason they were here now. She was about to do something that every cell in her body was against and she felt dirty. As she thought about it she felt her palms begin to sweat, which Eris sensed and turned back to her. He smoothed back his red hair, now cut into short locks, with the hand he wasn't holding Y/N with. Y/N's palm itched to poke it and adjust it herself.

"Don't be afraid," he said softly, so that Y/N could barely make it out in the noise. The next word she read his lips rather than heard. "Please."

Y/N's throat constricted, unable to get the words out, so she just shook her head. She wasn't afraid of him, Great Mother, she was terrified of herself, afraid that she would collapse on the floor in a moment.

Eris dragged her down a dimly lit corridor and then abruptly dragged her through a door into a dark room. Y/N shrieked in shock, but what happened next chilled her.

He bent down to take her lips. Y/N had a familiar feeling she had always felt around him. Her limbs felt weak, as if her legs didn't want to support her weight, her heart jumped out of her chest and she almost shook with excitement. The way he kissed her was...it was like coming home again. It was soft, warm. Welcoming. Y/N lifted her hand and placed it on Eris's lightly stubbled face, which told her that he probably hadn't shaved this morning. This little thing, knowing him so well, brought tears to her eyes. She missed him.

"Eris," Y/N whispered as they parted. "We can't..."

Eris cut her off.

"To the Cauldron" he breathed and brushed his breath gently over her cheek as if he feared she would disappear at any moment. "I missed you so terribly."

Y/N's felt like a dagger stabbed into her heart at those words. She too suffered terribly from his absence. So much so that she was unable to think of anyone else, to move on. She was as much his prisoner as he was hers. But they could never have each other, and they had to accept that. Y/N tore away from him, groping at the wall, trying to find the door, but Eris clung to her from behind and wouldn't let her. His tall, muscular body trapped Y/N, who finally gave up and snuggled up to him.

"Why are you here?" he asked seriously after minutes of silence. His voice filled the pitch-black, silent room. Y/N swallowed hard, her stomach twisted.

"I told you. We're here to party."

Eris squeezed her gently and drew her even closer. He was almost pulling her into him.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N" he whispered ominously. His magic pulsed, his body heated with the destructive fire inside him, capable of turning the whole damn building into a blazing heap of rubble in an instant. "I know you. I know every twitch, every breath, every muscle in your body. I want to know what you want."

Y/N closed her eyes in agony. To hell with the man for knowing her so well.

"I want you, Eris," she hissed, then placed her hand on his steel-hard forearm and squeezed. "Only you."

He hummed and kissed her hair, then inhaled her scent.

"Whatever you say, my love," he murmured, which made every hair on Y/N's body stand on fire. "But I'm going to find out what you intend to do by coming to me again."

"Eris" Y/N was about to protest but he shut her mouth.

"Just so you know" he leaned in close enough to whisper the words into her skin. "This time I'll break you and not the other way round."

Anyone interested in an Eris Vanserra x Nessian's daughter (you) smut story? Forbidden, secret relationship and all that. 🤭🙈🔥

Sareen 💫

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: You run into Azriel in the middle of a quiet night and he keeps a promise he made to you months ago.

Warnings: fluff, smut, more smut and of course a cake ;)

A/N: It took a long time, but I finally managed to finish the new part. Thank you all for your patience. :) English is not my mother tongue so I apologize if there are any mistakes in the text. Criticism is very welcome. :)

You find Part 1 here

Four months later:

The dark room felt like a prison when I woke up in the middle of the night. My nightgown clung sweatily to my skin as I kicked off the heavy blanket and sat up. With a weary sigh, I dropped my head into my hands as images of the nightmare came back to me. It wasn't really a nightmare at all, it was my troubled mind recalling that terrible day. The feeling of the scalding water on my skin, the screams of my sisters and the eerie voices whispering to me in the Cauldron.

I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear and stroked across my pointed ears. It was still hard to believe what I was, what I had become.

Walking down the corridor, I passed the others' rooms. First door on the right was Nesta, then Elain, Cassian and finally Azriel.

Azriel.

Nothing had happened between us since that night in our house. There hadn't been a touch, a smile, or even a glance. All I got from him was distance and cool politeness. At first, I hoped that maybe he was just giving me time to get used to my new life and perhaps to get used to having me around. However, as the months went by nothing happened, so I gave up on him. At least I tried.

Shaking my head, I continued on my way to the kitchen for a glass of water and, of course, some cake. Many things have changed in the past few months, but some things never will.

Entering the kitchen, however, I stopped when I found myself face to face with Azriel.

He wasn't wearing a T-shirt, giving me a glimpse of his chiseled, sun-kissed torso. His tattoos ran in a curvilinear line from the base of his neck to his chest, down to his biceps, which tightened as the shadow singer raised the glass to his mouth for a sip of water. Cautiously I took a step forward, my heart beating loudly with excitement as he caught my gaze. His eyes widened slightly as he saw me and placed the glass on the counter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" I slowly, hesitantly took another step towards the cupboard where I finally took a glass from. He never took his eyes off me, watching my every move with a wary gaze that made me even more nervous.

"You didn't scare me," he said. "I was merely surprised. We always seem to run into each other in the kitchen."

My hand tightened around the glass as he referred back to that night and I felt my throat tighten.

"Yes, it seems so" I said in a strangled voice and sat down on the chair next to the round, shiny table.

In the dim light of the kitchen, Azriel's eyes almost glowed, giving him a devilish look, especially as he asked the next question that squeezed all the air from my lungs.

"Would you like some cake?"

My heart was pounding as I watched him open the fridge and casually bend down to see what was on offer. A few black strands fell into his forehead as he ran his hand through his hair, smoothing through the thick strands that I knew exactly how soft they were. How it felt when I stroked my hands between them and the way they curled around my fingers as I gripped them.

The sounds he made as I did it.

"What would you like?" his deep voice pulled me back to reality. He was listening expectantly, but there was a mischievous glint that made me realise something.

He's playing with me.

I squirmed uneasily as I asked back.

"Do I have more options?"

"Carrot cake, peanut butter cake and" he listed. "Apple pie."

"Apple pie sounds good."

"Good choice," he said, as the corners of his mouth pulled into a small smile.

He took the plate with the said dessert from the fridge and when he placed it in front of me I understood the reason for his mirth.

It was a cute little cake, the chef had cut hearts out of the leftover dough and placed them on top. Now it was as if the neatly shaped hearts were taunting me as I looked down at them with a knot in my stomach and wondered what to do. Azriel's presence both embarrassed and excited me. For months I had fantasized about being alone with him. Not just about making good on the promise he had made months ago, but about simply talking or enjoying quiet moments together.

To get the silly thoughts out of my head, I violently stuck my fork into the cake and stuffed a good portion into my mouth, lest I do something stupid.

Like kissing him again.

Azriel followed my example, though he took a less gingerly and much smaller bite. We ate in silence for a few minutes, the stillness of the night warmly embracing us.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

His question was so unexpected that I froze for a moment, my hands still in the air. The heart on top of the cake fell to the plate and broke in two, like some bad metaphor for how I'd been feeling lately.

"Yes" I replied simply. There was no way to sugarcoat the situation, everyone knew anyway that the Archeron sisters' nights were not restful. More than once I was awakened by Nesta's screams or Elain's confused mutterings as she paced the corridor like a ghost who could find no peace.

I was embarrassed, so to avoid looking at him, I used my fingernail to scrape off one of the little dried edges of the cake, but after a few moments of hesitation, Azriel reached across the table and gently took my hand. I froze as he took it in his, his calluses rubbing my palm gently.

"You don't have to worry," he said in a soft voice as I closed my eyes to keep the tears from spilling out, which were building. "You and your sisters will never get hurt again. We will take care of you. I'll take care of you."

A tear found its way out, slowly sliding down my cheek. I heard Azriel move, then felt his hot breath hit my right cheek.

His lips were hot against my skin as he kissed away my tears.

"I'll banish your bad dreams" His scent, cedar and evening cool mist, crept into my nose. My tears were flowing non-stop by then, but I still hadn't opened my eyes. It was like a dream. Unlike the others, however, it was wonderful.

"Azriel" I whispered in a shaky voice, but he ignored me.

"I made you forget your bad memories" kissed another tear off me, this time on my left cheek. I laid my hand blindly on his cheek, my thumbs softly stroking his soft skin.

"I made you forget all the bad things in this world, Y/N" he murmured softly, then pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

This time we took our time, slow and sweet as honey. At first our lips merely touched, neither of us moving, as if any movement could break the spell of this moment. Then Azriel took the back of my nape in his hands and tilted my head to the side to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved gently over mine, and I instinctively responded and kissed him back. His sigh stirred something deep inside me. My hand slipped from his face and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him closer.

The shadow singer's hand slid down my back to my waist, then he grabbed me and with playful ease lifted me up and placed me on the table. He leaned on either side of me, his strong arms trapping me as he slowly pulled away and kissed my closed eyes.

"Now I'm going to keep my word."

The half-closed eyes, full of glowing desire, held a promise that made me tremble. My heart leapt out of its place as I pulled his head to mine again to kiss him and show him that I longed for this too.

"About time," I whispered before our lips met.

He laughed into our kiss, which made my mouth pull into a smile. I felt happy and light, the way I hadn't felt in months.

He leaned forward, the huge body of a man towering over me tantalisingly, and pushed me down on the table. The hard wood felt cool on my back and my soaked nightgown, but Azriel seemed to sense it, grabbed the silk that was curled up around my waist and quickly pulled it of me.

I whimpered as he torned himself from my lips, I would have protested, however Azriel kissed all the way down my neck to my rapidly rising chest, leaving wet kisses behind.

"Your skin is so soft" he murmured. His thumbs gently stroked my prancing nipples, and I turned my head in pleasure. "I wonder if your nipples taste like peaches, after all, they are the color of peach blossoms."

I was almost unable to bear the pleasure as he took one in his mouth. My body twitched, trying to get as close to him as possible, to rub against him. Anything to relieve the heat between my legs, which was getting stronger by the minute and almost painful.

"Please," I begged. The spymaster let go of my nipple with a smack, his bottom lip glistening as he looked up at me with his darkening golden brown eyes. Our gazes locked, I watched with a pant as he pulled a chair towards him and sat down.

"What are you doing?" I asked desperately.

If he leaves me like this, I'll surely be destroyed. I'll catch fire and simply burn.

"What did you do before?" his strong hands spread my legs wide. They rested on his broad shoulders as he leaned forward and flashed me a mischievous grin. "You were eating sweets."

At the first touch of his tongue, I sank my teeth into my lips to keep from groaning loudly.

I didn't have much experience, I'd only been with a man once in my life but I was pretty sure that Azriel was second to none because the way he pleased me was something fantastic.

My hips bucked, I wanted him to go on and stop at the same time. There was almost too much to touch as his tongue slid along my entrance all the way to my clit.

I wasn't able to hold back my voice for long, moaning and groaning as I moved my hips to get even closer to his mouth. Azriel gently nipped my clit between his teeth, which made me grip the edge of the table as I felt the world turn one with me. He placed his strong hands on either side of my hips and began to guide my movements, drawing me even closer to him.

A familiar warmth began to spread across the bottom of my belly, a fine layer of sweat sitting out on my body. One of Azriel's hands slid up my stomach, up to my breasts, which he cupped between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched my nipple, gently crumbling it, driving me almost mad.

"Azriel, I don't think I can take much more," I muttered, almost for myself. "I'm so close..."

But he started to pleasure me with even more intensity and devotion.

I gasped as his free arm slipped under my thighs and placed it on my belly, pinning me to the table. He sucked first one of my labia between his lips, then the other, and his tongue circled my entrance, then dipped inside me, once, twice, three times. I gasped, the desire rising even higher inside me. I stabbed into his hair as he groaned, the sound resonating through me and that was the end of me. The air was husky inside me, and under my closed eyelids, stars seemed to explode as I rode my orgasm.

Eyes still closed, panting, I reached for Azriel's hand, still resting on my stomach. He squeezed it and pressed a soft kiss to it, then I heard the chair creak as he stood up. Then suddenly I found myself in the air between his arms, before my eyes popped open and I laughed in surprise. He threw me over his shoulder and playfully slapped my bottom.

"I'm not finished with you yet, Y/N" he started down the hallway while I hung on top of him. "So don't you dare fall asleep."

He carried me across the hallway, his hands gripping my thighs firmly and occasionally sliding one up and down to my groin gently stroking me. Of course, it was all accidental.

When we got to my room, he gently slid me down his body. The stone was cold under my feet, the coolness of the room felt like a soft touch on my hot skin.

Azriel looked down at me, his golden brown eyes, reminiscent of melted caramel, boring into mine. Pure desire radiated from him.

He put his scarred hands on my right shoulder and guided me towards the bed until my feet reached the edge and I sat down on them. Azriel towered over me, both hands resting on my cheeks and leaning down to give me a hot, mind-numbing kiss. My chest heaved and I felt breathless from the emotions rushing over me. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life.

I squealed in shock as he suddenly turned me over and I felt his lips on my back. Breathlessly, he kissed along the scars, whispering sweet words that brought tears to my eyes again.

"You're perfect just the way you are," he murmured as his tongue wandered up and sucked my neck, then licked the burning skin. Whimpering, I pressed my hips to his lap, rubbing against his hardness, which he let for a moment then lowered himself with a wicked laugh and used his weight to push me down onto the mattress so I couldn't move.

"It's not fair" I whimpered. "You're playing with me."

"I might" he said now right next to my ear and then whispered in my ear. "But it's so much fun"

However, this game is played by two.

His hardness was pressed against my buttocks, so I squirmed until it was perfectly flush between my two butt cheeks. I squeezed them and listened with pleasure as Azriel groaned in amazement behind me.

"Evil woman."

He rolled me over and let me pull his pants down so I could take him in my hand. Azriel was big, bigger and thicker than I expected, but all the more perfect. My hand pressed tightly against the soft skin, smoothing it from top to balls. I repeated the motion several times before a tiny drop of pleasure appeared on his acorn, which I smeared with my thumb. The spymaster's hips twitched, deep moans erupted from the depths of his throat, which made me even more aroused.

He let me explore at my leisure for a few minutes, then turned onto his back and sat me on his lap. His index finger trailed along my wet cut, then he slipped between them and gently slid inside me, first one finger, then a few moments later the second. My head snapped back from the sensation as he bent them in and after a brief search, found the spot that made my breath catch and my legs tremble.

I put my hand on his wrist, my hips swaying.

"It's good, right?" he whispered hoarsely, watching me as I followed his finger movements. All I could manage was a murmur of approval, the nerve endings between my thighs pulsing, signalling that another pleasure was not far away. However, I wanted him to come with me this time, to be inside me.

Panting, I rose, the absence of his fingers leaving a screaming void.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I want you inside me" I whispered with a heaving chest. "Now"

The spymaster's hand that had been resting on my waist now squeezed tighter as he leaned into me with a burning gaze and nipped my bottom lip between his teeth, then pulled me to his hard chest. As our naked skin touched we both groaned in pleasure.

"Your request is my command, miss."

He guided me over his hardness, which was proudly arching and patiently waiting for me to make the first move. I aligned it with my entrance and gently guided him into me as far as my body would allow. I furrowed my eyebrows as at one point I was uncomfortable descending any lower and my body would not allow him any further. Azriel immediately came to my aid, gently lifting me up and then gently guiding me down again. He did this until I was stretched out enough to take him all in.

I placed my trembling hands on his chest, steely pecs tensing under my touch as I moved my hips slightly. Azriel took his time, letting me get used to the sensation as he filled me.

"I've never been on top before" I whispered shyly as I made another attempt.

He leaned on his elbow to bring our upper bodies together and pressed a reassuring kiss to my lips. He gently tilted his hips as if inviting me to play and slid hotly up inside me, which I accepted with a ragged breath.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and timidly lifted up and then down. It was a wonderful sensation, the kind that made my fingernail dig gently into the back of his neck, eliciting a moan from the spymaster. Our hips met in the next movement, slowly finding that delicious rhythm that drove us both crazy.

"Azriel," I gasped as he caught one of my nipples between his lips as I rose to rest on his chest again. His tongue licked around it, then he leaned in and repeated the motion. The heat between my legs became even more intense thanks to this, I shivered and began to feel that certain tingling sensation that starts before the end.

Azriel cried out, dug between my curls and pushed harder inside me. I kissed him softly, his tongue creeping into my mouth and swallowing my increasingly loud moans. I started to move faster and faster, the sensation swelling inside me and I knew I was about to reach my bliss. I cried out softly as Azriel's finger found my clit and stroked it all over. Then, with the same delicate movement as before, I climaxed. My hips bucked, my vagina tightened around Azriel and I felt myself suffocating from the pleasure I had just experienced.

When it was over, I gasped and looked at Azriel, who was watching me from under his long, jet-black lashes with his glowing eyes. My mouth quivered in a happy smile, which he returned with a sweet grin.

But as if to warn me that he had not yet reached his climax, his hardness twitched inside me. So I started moving again and watched with pleasure as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He gripped the sheet, causing his muscles to tense and the veins in his neck to bulge, which I licked gently as I leaned in.

Azriel reached his pleasure with a deep groan, his forehead tilted against mine and breathing hard. I could feel his heat flooding inside me, leaving a warm sensation.

His fingers gently trailed down my spine as both our breathing slowed and we relaxed.

He helped me off without a word, and I tensed for a moment at the sudden emptiness, but I was happy to let him lay me down beside him and tuck us both in, after he had wiped us both with his pyjama bottoms thrown at the end of the bed and kissed me.

I was happy and content, I didn't care what tomorrow held, but I had a feeling that everything was going to be much better after this.

I snuggled into Azriel's embrace and closed my eyes, his hand caressing my stomach lulled me to sleep and I was on the verge of falling asleep when I remembered something.

"Azriel," I whispered, and he hummed questioningly. "We left my nightgown in the kitchen."

There will be a second part, I am working on it but I don't know when I will be able to finish and publish it, but I will try to bring it to you as soon as possible :)

Until then, have a wonderful and happy day! 🌷🌞

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: You are Feyre's sister, the youngest Archeron sibling and when you return home from your run you see that your sister has returned home but not alone. In particular, you are drawn to the silent and mysterious shadow singer.

Warnings: fluff, a little smut, Azriel is just cute and sexy <3

A/N: I have never written anything like this before, so please be nice to me. :D English is not my mother tongue, so don't be angry if there are mistakes in the text. Criticism is welcome, so feel free to write. :)

Something is happening. The sounds of the forest have died away, the birds have stopped too suddenly and the air seems to have become thicker. I began to run faster as the setting sun's rays broke their way through the canopy of the forest trees and illuminated my sweaty skin.

Running usually calmed me down. After my sister Feyre decided to go back to Prythian, I had to do something to get out of the house. Away from my other two sisters, the aristocratic elite and our father. But most of all, away from loneliness.

Feyre was the only person in my life who really loved and cared for me. We had been inseparable since we were little girls, and our impoverishment only strengthened our bond. Many people in the village referred to us as twins because we did everything together - sometimes moving in sync as if we were performing a well-rehearsed choreography.

My legs, shaking with fatigue, began to slow as soon as I saw our house. It was almost completely dark, so light filtered through the windows of the house, shining on the freshly fallen snow. My breath billowed in the air like a thick mist and I got goosebumps from the biting cold that hit my almost completely naked torso, covered only by a tiny sports bra. I hated running in a jacket, so even in winter I wore only long trousers and this bra. Nesta was furious every time she saw me like this.

"A lady can't run in clothes like that, Y/N," she shouted after me the last time. Like I was a lady. This was the furthest thing from my mind, after having spent my teen years starving and as a servant in the houses of people I now meet at balls.

A shiver ran through me as I walked up the stairs to the front door. However, it wasn't the cold that made all my hairs stand on end, but some primal instinct to get out of there as soon as possible. I shook my head to shake this silly warning out of it and went in. I walked quietly down the corridor and when I glanced at the clock in the lounge, I cursed softly to myself. I was late for dinner again. Nesta will certainly have my head for this and tomorrow I'll be the new ornament in her room.

Sighing, I headed for the dining room, knowing that I wouldn't get away with the scolding anyway, so I'd better get it over with sooner. The sound of cutlery died away as my footsteps were heard, and I braced myself for the piercing stares. However, instead of four pairs of eyes, twelve were looking at me. Stunned, I stopped at the sight, but what really caught my attention was Feyre.

"Y/N," she rose from her chair. With bated breath, I watched as she nervously tucked her hair behind her ears, showing off her pointy ears. Fairy ears. Her hands were covered in tattoos, taller and radiating a pulsing power that made you want to bow to her. I, however, stood frozen and watched as my sister stepped to me and pulled my petrified body to her. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but within moments I was hugging her back and now I was squeezing harder.

"Feyre," I whispered in a hoarse voice and tears ran from my eyes. "You're back."

"Yes, I'm here," she murmured. "Just in a different way."

I pushed myself away to see her face. Her grey-blue eyes sparkled with joy, but I also saw a hint of fear.

"Are you all right?" I asked, and then started to turn her back and forth. "Are you hurt? What happened to you to turn you into a fairy?"

Feyre chuckled, then stopped me.

"I'm fine Y/N," she replied, taking my hand and leading me to the table. That's when I saw the three men.

The one Feyre now sat next to had purple eyes and black hair. His watchful gaze swept over me, and all I could think was that I had probably never seen a more beautiful man. The corner of his mouth twitched, and even though my gaze glided on to the next fairy sitting across the table, I could see Feyre giving him a warning glance, but I didn't have time to think about it much.

The long-haired man grinned and even waved, before Nesta started to snort like an angry cat. I turned to my sister with raised eyebrows and smiled faintly. It seemed I had found a partner, because so far I was the only one who could get that reaction out of my sister. My eyes flicked back to the man and I was shocked to discover the wings behind him.

Good Great Mother, it's not a fairy, it's a bat.

The previous man was already grinning too, but I forgot all about everyone else at the sight of the third fairy. I was wrong before, because the first man wasn't the most beautiful, he was. The third man was not handsome, but downright beautiful. His beautifully cut, golden brown eyes were measuring as a lock of raven black hair fell into his forehead. His black battle dress couldn't hide his muscular, tall body and his huge wings made him even more intimidating.

"Y/N," Nesta's sharp voice pulled me back to reality. "Sit down."

I automatically walked to the other side of the table and sat down on the head of the table. Right between the purple-eyed one and the long-haired one.

"Y/n, this is Rhysand the Lord of the Night Court," she pointed to the man sitting next to her, who greeted me with a nod of his head. "And this is Cassian," the long-haired one held out his hand, whereupon I hesitantly took it and squeezed. This brought a smile to his face. Up close, his face was rougher, with scars in a few places and a thicker nose in one, probably from a fracture, but he was still manly handsome.

"Welcome," he greeted me in a kind voice, and I smiled.

"And this is Azriel," Feyre finally finished, pointing to the man sitting next to the frightened Elain.

Azriel. What a beautiful name.

"Welcome to our home," I told them. Nesta, however, did not calm down.

"Our sister and her friends, they have come to visit us because they need our help," she shared with me, her eyes almost sparkling. Feyre gulped nervously and glanced towards me, causing me to smile reassuringly.

"What do you need?" I asked. Rhysand stopped eating and turned to me, his violet eyes gleaming like tiny stars.

"We'd like to send a letter to the mortal queens, because we'd like to meet them," he took his glass in an elegant gesture and took a sip of wine, but didn't take his eyes off me. "We need a place to meet them and your home would be the best place to do that."

"And what's the obstacle to that?"

This was probably where my eldest sister's thread broke, because she jumped up. At this movement Azriel tensed and reached to his side, probably for his knife. Nesta walked over to Elain and put her hand on his shoulder. I followed his example, only I stepped behind Feyre.

"Dangerous," she hissed, like a snake. There was a fury in her grey-blue eyes, now directed straight at me. "We can't allow it, especially with Elain's wedding coming up.

"Yes, we can," I replied, and I was getting angry too. "Our sister has done a lot for us. Now it's time to return the favour."

Nesta pondered my words for a while. A tense atmosphere swept the dining room, and finally Nesta nodded.

"All right," she said. "But if we have any trouble with this, you'll pay for it." She pulled Elaine up from her chair and they stormed out, probably to their room.

"Seriously, only Nesta could be such an idiot as to threaten four elves," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

Feyre's soft hand touched my arm.

"Y/N," she squeezed me gently. "What's that on your back?"

I knew what she was talking about. The scars had healed, but the marks on my skin from that afternoon were there forever. I remembered the mocking smiles, the shouting and the crack of the whip. The pain that burned down my back every time they struck.

"I was whipped in the square two months ago," I said softly.

Tears welled in Feyre's eyes, then she stood behind me to get a better look. My eyes met Azriel's. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't decipher. He looked away first, opened his wings slightly, then closed them again.

"Can you guys really fly?" the question burst out of me, and then I felt a blush flood my cheeks as Azriel returned his gaze to me. He looked a little surprised, but he answered.

"Yes."

I gasped and my stomach lurched at the sound of his voice. It was deep - and like the most velvety silk. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, thinking how much I wanted to hear him as he lay on top of me and pressed me into the mattress. As he kisses every inch of my body. And while he's inside me and our sweaty bodies press together. As if they weren't my own thoughts, but I was so embarrassed that I stepped away from Feyre and after wishing them a good night, I hurried to my room.

I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, a pair of golden brown eyes looked back at me. Distraught, I kicked off the covers and decided to go down to the kitchen and steal some sweets. Chocolate cake has always helped me think.

The wooden floor creaked under my feet as I stepped into the kitchen and took a slice of cake. When I turned around I gave a soft cry. Azriel was sitting at the table with a surprised look on his face, as if he hadn't expected me to suddenly appear in the kitchen.

I can understand that, it's two in the morning, I thought to myself as I glanced at the clock.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I took a seat opposite him. His eyes followed my every move.

"I'm just going to go over the letter one more time to make sure everything is in there," he cleared his throat.

I took a bite of cake just as Azriel dropped the paper on the table and rubbed his eyes.

He's tired.

With a sudden idea, I jumped up and took another fork from the drawer and handed it to him. He stared at me, startled, and finally took it from me carefully. Our fingers touched, and it was as if a spark had passed between us. I had noticed the scars on his hands at dinner, but up close they looked even more brutal.

I pushed the bowl towards him to take a bite.

"Chocolate cake always makes you feel better."

He carefully stuck a piece on his fork and popped it in his mouth.

"Thank you," he said softly, his golden brown eyes shining like stars. We ate in peaceful silence for a few minutes, then he broke the silence. "Whoever did that to your back is a monster. You have nothing to be ashamed of but him."

The fork fell from my hand in dismay, dropping loudly on the table. My throat tightened, but I tried to swallow the lump that had formed in it.

"I know," I whispered, and then before I could stop myself, I started to tell the story. "It wasn't me who was going to be flogged, it was Nesta. I merely took over for her because I knew she would never be able to live with her back looking like that." I pointed to my back, feeling my face burn.

Azriel put his hand on the table and leaned closer to me. His scent crept into my nostrils, making me dizzy and alive at the same time. My heart began to beat faster and I was sure he knew what he had triggered in me. I closed my eyes in shame and tried to control my emotions.

"You're very brave," he said. "And self-sacrificing. It seems to run in your family."

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled, but he just shook his head.

"Nothing."

When our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat, the way he looked at me. His eyes were now like curdled caramel and something sparkled in them. I felt an irresistible urge to lean closer to him and wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders and kiss him, pushing my way into his hair. To sit on his lap and feel his body swelling with strength beneath me.

His shadows were swaying, just like Azriel's breath, and before I could catch my breath, I was up on the chair, reaching over and grabbing his top to pull him to me.

I kissed him.

As soon as I felt his soft lips on mine, I felt an even more intense heat that was now almost unbearable. Azriel froze for a moment, but then groaned and deepened the kiss. His mouth pressed fiercely to mine, then he put one hand on the back of my head and, still kissing me, rose to pull me over to him and sit me on his lap. I felt my heart skip a beat as his tongue slid into my mouth and gently intertwined with mine. Azriel grabbed my thigh and pushed me hard against his lap as I moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hair firmly.

"Your sister would kill me if she knew what we are doing" he panted as he pulled away for a second to let us both catch our breath. His eyes were misty with lust and I was pretty sure I looked the same way.

"Probably, but who cares?" I asked, but I was halfway through mumbling the words into his mouth, because in the meantime our mouths were twisting together again. Azriel's deep, hoarse chuckle rippled through my body and I smiled. He took my face in his hands and kissed me more slowly now, more gently. It was sweet, a kiss I'll never forget until the day I die.

I bit gently into his bottom lip before he groaned and slipped his hand under my top, onto my naked back. I tensed as he stroked my scars, but he just murmured reassuringly.

"You're beautiful," he whispered and kissed my neck, right where my pulse was pounding. "Never be ashamed of them. Think of them as a painting that shows what you've survived."

I nodded, teary-eyed, and stroked his soft curls. His pouty lips curled into a warm smile and he was about to say something, when a voice came from somewhere deep inside the house.

"Azriel, time to patrol."

Azriel didn't take his eyes off me for a moment, he just pressed a kiss to my lips without a sound.

"We'll finish this one day, Y/N," he said, then pulled me off his lap. With trembling legs, I watched as he strode towards the door, but before he turned around. His eyes, glowing with desire, promised much, which made my stomach turn and I could have sworn something seemed to caress my cheek. "Maybe not when I return, but sometime in the future and I'll show you how beautiful every inch of you is."