azrielhours

[azrielhours]

RIP queen, I loved you.....🖤

🥴 My deepest apologies for the unintentional hiatus. It’s been a tough year but I miss everyone 💘 sending you love back!

[azrielhours]

domestic!!!!!! *keels over from perfection*

Thank you honey 😂😮‍💨😮‍💨♥️♥️

[azrielhours]

surprise!! i'm feyretopia again (i can't make decisions aparently

my break was alright, till december 16th i was studying for some tests do get in the uni i want and now i'm waiting for the results!! i'm feeling kinda anxious and excited at the same time, hoping everything goes well but i'm confident

She’s back 😌 You got this I believe in you!! I know that waiting time sucks so much though 😮‍💨 hopefully you hear good news back soon ♥️♥️

[azrielhours]

yeah i changed cause i don't want certain people here, i'm still feyretopia but just in our hearts ☝️

i'm glad you're better!! (and i'll gladly give you all my attention ✨️

Got it 😮‍💨 thank you!! Yes ma’am, that’s who I do it for 🥵 how was your break I hope it was good!!

[azrielhours]

oh i'm sorry you were sick, hope you're feeling better

Girl you changed your username! Threw me off 😮‍💨 anyways yes thank you I’m finally feeling better. I just really badly wanted attention

[azrielhours]

hello hello! hope you had a wonderful New Years Day 🎆🎆

Hiiii cutie ♥️ I was just super sick lol but it was good! Hope yours was better!! ♥️

[azrielhours]

Would you consider starting ao3? I would love to bookmark your writing! It is so beautiful and exceptional! Although I understand if for some reason you don't want to. I hope I'm not being rude.

Hi lovely! This isn’t rude at all!! :) honestly I don’t know if I’d be very good at figuring out posting on ao3 bc I already find it hard to navigate it as a reader? Thank you so much I’m so glad you enjoy it ♥️♥️ just curious now, is there a reason you prefer ao3? (I wish they had an app and a more modern layout lol)

[azrielhours]

Your writing is incredible! Do you have ao3?

Thank you so much!!! ♥️♥️♥️ no, all my writing is right on this blog :)

[azrielhours]

Just read Waiting on a Ghost and I. AM. BROKEN. 😭😭😭😭 so well written yet so heartbreaking😭😭😭😭

Hahaha yeah it’s my super secret angst piece 😔🤘🏽 I can’t even read it again but thank you!! I always get so happy when people read that one ♥️

[azrielhours]

FUCK girrrrl Domestic was SO. FUCKIN. GOOD. Haven't read smth as good in such a long time. I LOVED it! 🩷. It got me feelin' some typa way hehehe🤭

Ohhh my. Thank you!! ♥️♥️ I can’t believe you guys liked it so much! Thank you I’m so glad to hear it! ♥️

[azrielhours]

Drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! Lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

Thank you baby 😌💕💕💕 sending you love!!

[azrielhours]

RAGS UR PERFECT IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!!! i dont even have words for how good domestic was hooooly shit like. the intimacy of it all!!! it’s like your writing fills a hole in my heart i didn’t even know i had. wow. wow. please god me when

Oh my 😮‍💨😳 thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked it! Sending you back just as much love 💕your messages fill the hole in my heart 😔🤘🏽 lol girl same. When’s it gonna be my turn [lana del reyly]

[azrielhours]

So why do I need more domestic I love the idea of them / that character

I’m so glad! ♥️ I’m also obsessed with the idea bc I’m very certain he’s had such limited experiences of that sort of thing? I am actually thinking of writing more of it since it did way better than I expected on here 🫣

[azrielhours]

azriel is so soft and lovely and in love. such a beautiful feeling to look at someone that's doing something so simple as getting ready and the only thing on your mind is how much you love them and how they look so pretty 🥹 and he's YEARNING for it to be something usual, for it to be part of a routine but hey is time for the gala, let's think about it some other time...

amazing and lovely and cute as always 🩷

Ughh thank you 💕 yesss something about being with someone you love in their mundane acts feeling so profound when you’re crushin 😔🤘🏽 I love the concept and it’s in the back of my head when I get ready 🤠

[azrielhours]

Domestic

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 1530

Synopsis: Az watches you get ready for an event. He's never seen the process before and is extremely taken by it. It feels so personal to him and he can’t explain it.

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He’d never known an intimacy so sweet. It’d likely become an injury he’d carry afterwards when it came to an end.

A taste of domesticity he didn’t even realize he’d been missing out on.

Hours left for the gala they’d be attending, and you were getting ready. The sweetness of watching it unfold was meditative. A window to your most private hours, so glaringly personal that it felt like a sampling of commitment.

He looked forward to this—it quickly became Azriel’s favourite part of the day. All his to savour.

He’d known yearning, he’d known the sex. Had pined over Mor for centuries, pictured a life with her, ached for the void he felt. Coveted pretty females, kept lovers to satiate himself. He was well versed in admiration from afar, but never been privy to the process where a female sat in front of a vanity and readied herself.

And somehow, this felt more intimate than all the rest.

You’d been hesitant about attending the long-haul mission when you learned it would just be you and the guys, but Azriel and his brothers consciously accommodated you right from the start. Before the various dinners and galas, Cassian would train until the very last moment to avoid making you feel rushed. He’d come in 15 minutes before the time to leave, throw on a suit and make some snippy joke about his exhaustive beautifying process. Rhys would be in and out of the room, ensuring all arrangements were taken care of, then savour his time getting ready which actually was exhaustive.

Azriel? He always had reports to go over that kept him strictly in the room. Kept him where he could sink into the luxury of watching your routine unfold.

Fools envied those who found mates for the companionship, the physical intimacy, the assurance of partnership. That’d been what Azriel ruminated on when he watched Rhys love Feyre, Cassian love Nesta. A fool indeed, because he’d never even considered this side of things.

It put entire fantasies in his head. How it would feel to have this routine with you—where you were his. He’d be watching it all happen from his bed. You’d be this comfortable in his room. Take up space in his life. A life where this was his to claim.

Even Mor—all his years of aching for her—any overlapping missions, and she’d kept him from seeing this side of her. There was truly no instance where he’d been let in this way. No relationship or lover where he got to see and learn it.

He’d been memorizing it. It was always a bath first that you’d come out of smelling intoxicating. Gleaming skin beneath a thin dressing robe that ended above your knees. It took a while for you to feel comfortable sitting in the shared room in just your robe, but it took Azriel even longer to be normal about it. To rid himself of thoughts about what stayed on underneath it, or what wasn’t on at all. He didn’t miss the blush that coloured your cheeks when you’d come out, from the heat of the bath or the awareness of your undress. A blush that Azriel matched when he’d look elsewhere, trying to avoid discomforting you, to avoid letting Cassian or Rhys notice his attentiveness.

Next was the dressing table component, where you were currently seated. Your robe sinfully inched up your legs when you lifted your arms to fuss over your hair. Arranging pins into various places. The focus in your eyes he’d catch in the mirror made the thoughts eddy out of Azriel’s brain.

So, so pretty.

A pinch between your brows as it slowly fell into place right. It took a week before you began comfortably playing your symphonia during the routine. Quietly, even though Rhys insisted it didn’t bother anyone. Azriel shuffled his papers, listening to the music that you faintly hummed along to. A breath of feminine exasperation left you that drew his eyes up—you were done with the hair. Tired from the effort.

Azriel bit back a smile at the labour of it all.

His favourite part was next—the cosmetics. Face creams first. A little perfume oil roller down the length of your pretty throat. Intention behind every brushstroke on your skin. Precision in shading beneath cheekbones. He shamelessly looked up to catch the part where you smiled at your reflection to set the rouge on the apples of your cheeks. Looked away again.

Kohl smudged into your lash line. Smaller brushes to sweep pigment on your eyelids. You didn’t notice his glimpses, too focused on the accuracy. A miniature comb you applied to your lashes, brushing upward and coating them black.

Your most beautiful feature, those hypnotic eyes.

He listened carefully for the click when you opened your lip rouge. He glutinously watched you apply colour to your sensuous mouth.

What he’d give to feel that motion he witnessed, the drag forward and back across your lips beneath the pressure of the rouge. The plush he could see—could practically feel. Colour he could envision smudging prettily with his thumb.

He cast his gaze down again. A composing deep breath, nearly shuddering.

Rhys cleared his throat, making Azriel’s head snap to him where he was sitting at the desk. He’d been getting dressed. Azriel didn’t even notice he’d sat down. A hateful smirk pulled the corners of Rhys’s mouth up. Azriel glared, returning his focus to his reports.

You admired your completed work, checking the presentation from various angles. Azriel would stare at the angel in the vanity too if it weren’t for his bastard brother making silent insinuations to his side.

He was spared when Cassian entered the room, looking at you, and releasing an inflated sigh of relief. “Thank God. We can let you out into the public again.”

You laughed mirthfully. “I’d say the same about you, Cass, but you could use a little work.”

He only approached you, crowding your space. “Can I get some of that?” he nodded to your products.

You laughed again, scooting for him to unceremoniously squish at your side on the tiny bench. You dolloped something onto your fingers, twisting to smear it onto his face, grinning.

“Azriel wants some too,” Rhys chimed in.

His heart faltered.

You glanced back, meeting Azriel’s gaze, brows high. He had to clench his jaw to keep down any reaction. Your beauty stunned him, and whatever Rhys was playing at, whatever you were going to do—

He was too startled by the suggestion to think to deny it. Too late, he realized, his silence implied agreement.

Somewhat bashfully, you rose in answer, product in hand.

Azriel remained frozen as you approached him. Both his brothers watched, but all he could care about was the homecoming he felt when you sat next to him on the bed.

Did you have any idea how profoundly personal it felt?

That feeling of Déjà vu befell him again—whatever version of this domesticity existed in another life where this was his. You were indeed on his bed, more bare than not. About to touch him like he was all yours.

That part bore the most truth, in this life and whatever other lives he was getting visions of.

You sat close enough that the skin of your knee tested his focus. It was just moisturizer that you’d squeezed onto your fingertips, but God did it feel like something precious, or maybe it was the sense of reverence you put into anything you touched. He held his breath as you raised your hand and gently smudged the cream across his cheekbones.  

Azriel felt like a teenager all over again, heart soaring at the tenderness.

Eyes focused, you leaned closer. Your other hand came up to gently cradle his face, thumbs stroking the product more intently into his skin. He hoped you couldn’t hear his heart as you stroked across his cheek a third time. Warm and soft. Azriel savoured the proximity. How even more devastating you looked up close.

“There,” he felt your breath softly puff onto his cheek. You retracted your hands, bracing yourself on his bed.

“Thank you,” he muttered lowly. The two of you remained for a beat. This time, Azriel didn’t try to hide his stare.

You finally broke it, seeming to recall the intrusive observation of your viewers. You rose, heading to the bathroom.

He couldn’t care less about his brothers’ prying eyes. Not with your warmth still sinking into his skin.

So, so familiar.

When the bathroom door finally opened, he snapped out of his thoughts. You’d changed into your gown. Your eyes found his immediately, chin marginally dipping under his gaze. He noted your slight shiver, and he allowed himself to wonder if you too felt the strange air. Charged with false nostalgia.

You only shook it off, smiling at him.

He felt it prickling again as he drank in the sight of you. Like flashbacks from another future. Something in his chest tightened. Likely the injury of tasting this domesticity already setting in, it seemed.

He only smiled back.

He’d figure it out later.

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[azrielhours]

hello love u bye

Hi Angel I love you toooo ♥️♥️!!!!

[azrielhours]

i love you rags

I love you bb 🤭