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this is me trying

chapter 1: i had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

cazriel x archeron!reader, modern au

summary: your sister, feyre, and her boyfriend offer you a place to stay in their guest room after you have a bad breakup. what she fails to tell you is that they live with two other attractive—and single—illyrian males

warnings: mentions of physical/mental abuse, PTSD, not too many tw for this chapter but more to come in upcoming chapters </3

word count: 3.7k

a/n: yes i did just upload another fic....but i had to post this too ok!! something a lil different and i'm excited to see where this goes <3

Feyre’s phone rings for the fourth time in the last two minutes, interrupting her first night alone with her mate in weeks.

Before she can grab for it, Rhys is snatching it off the coffee table to see who the annoyance is coming from. His brow quirks up at the sight of your name on your sister’s phone, as you’ve always been adamant about hating talking on the phone.

“Who is it?” Feyre asks, not moving from her spot on the couch.

“Your sister,” he replies, to which Feyre gives him a glare as if to say: That doesn’t narrow it down too much, ”It’s Y/N.”

“Oh?” she says, finally sitting up to reach for her phone in Rhys’ hand. “She never calls.”

“I know.” Rhys retorts, “That’s why I was so confused.”

Feyre swipes to answer your call, pressing the phone to her ear. She can hear a small sob escape your throat as she answers, making her heart sink with worry. You’ve done two things you never do all within the last two minutes: making a phone call and crying.

“Y/N?” Feyre says, voice laced with concern as she speaks. “What’s going on? Why are you crying?”

“F—Fey—“ you manage between sobs, voice wavering as you finally hear your sister’s voice. “I—I don’t know, I f—fucked up, I don’t have any—anywhere to go. E—Eris kicked me out a—and left me with all m—my things on the side of the r—road.”

“Okay, okay, it’s okay.” she says quickly, chest tightening as she gives Rhys a worried glance. “It’ll be alright, Y/N. Just—Just take some deep breaths for me, okay? Me and Rhys are going to come pick you up and bring you over here. You have your location shared with me, right?”

“Y—Yes, I—I should.” you stammer out, taking a long breath to attempt to calm yourself.

Feyre pulls her phone from her ear for a moment to look for your location, seeing you’re not too far from their place.

“Alright, we’ll be there in ten minutes.” she says quickly as you continue to sob on the other end of the call.

Before Rhys can question his mate, he’s being dragged out of their apartment and down to the garage where his car is. She explains everything on the way to Eris’ place across town, watching as his jaw flickers as she speaks. He’s to the apartment in record time, rolling up to the entrance to see you standing outside, backpack slung around your shoulder with four hastily packed boxes next to you–apparently enough to store all of your belongings. As they come to a stop, Feyre and Rhys both notice the newly bloomed bruises on your neck along with the redness of your cheek.

“Remind me again why I’m not allowed to go up there and kick his ass right now?” Rhys asks Feyre as he opens the door to get out.

“Because Y/N doesn’t want you to, and you should respect her wishes for now.” she says firmly, eyes narrowed on her mate as she follows behind him to help grab the boxes.

Rhys gives you a sad smile as you almost fall into your sister’s arms when she reaches for one of the boxes, sobs racking your entire body as you do. Tears prick Feyre’s eyes as she wraps you in a hug, tugging her arms around your shoulders as she mumbles to you about everything being alright.

As Feyre works to calm you down, Rhys throws the boxes into the back of his car. He nudges his mate once he’s done, urging the two of you to return to the car to get out of the frigid November night. Your sister helps you into the back before getting into the passenger seat before Rhys takes off. It only takes ten minutes to get back to their apartment, which you realize is even nicer than the luxury complex you’d stayed in with Eris for the last year, which is saying a lot.

You’d always known Rhys had money, but never knew he had enough to live in a place like this, especially in the penthouse. You’ve finally calmed down enough once you reach the top floor on the elevator, carrying one of the boxes and your backpack into the sprawling apartment. Wordlessly, the couple leads you to what looks to be the spare bedroom, setting all four of the boxes on the far side of the room before turning to you.

“I’m–I don’t know how to thank you both.” you start, taking a shaky breath as you clasp your hands together to stop their trembling. “I promise I’ll be out of here in a day or two, I just need to find a hotel or something and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Hotel?” Rhys retorts, raising a brow at you curiously, “You don’t have to do that when there’s a perfectly good room here. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need, we’re happy to have another roommate.”

You look at your sister then, eyes wide with disbelief. She nods, giving you a small smile of reassurance, “It’s really no bother, Y/N.”

Tears prick your eyes once again, and you almost fall over trying to engulf the two of them in a hug, thanking them profusely under your breath before they can change their minds.

“We can talk more in the morning, okay? You need some rest now,” Feyre says while smoothing your hair down, “We have some catching up to do when you wake up.”

Guilt gnaws at your chest when you look up at her, seeing a twinkle of sadness behind those leaden blue eyes. Eris has completely isolated you from your friends and family for over a year, making you feel bad for even thinking about spending a day away from him to visit with them every time you tried. You’d barely left the apartment you two shared in the last year aside from attending classes, thanks to the culpability that Eris had instilled in you.

The couple gives you one last hug before leaving you alone in the bedroom. Exhaustion has settled into your bones now, so you throw on a pair of pajamas that you’d stowed in your backpack before all but tossing your body under the covers. It doesn’t take you more than three minutes to fall asleep, fatigue taking over as soon as your head hits the pillow.

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Early morning light creeps in through the curtains, shining into your face to draw you from your deep sleep.

It takes you a moment to remember where you are when you wake, sitting up abruptly in bed. You look around frantically before realizing that you’re safe and in your sister’s apartment, and that she so graciously offered you a place to stay for the time being. Your chest tightens with happiness twinged with guilt when you think about it, unsure of how you’ll ever be able to repay them for their kindness.

So, you decide to start by making them breakfast.

Luckily for you, Rhys left you an extra key card that gave you access to the elevator, lobby and apartment door before he left your room last night. Throwing on a pair of leggings, a sage green turtleneck sweater–one that covers the finger-shaped bruises on your neck–and your jacket, you head for the front door quietly. The grocery is only one block away, which you’re grateful for since you don’t have a car or any other form of transportation. It takes you less than twenty minutes to walk to the store, gather your ingredients and return to the apartment, spending fifty of your last one hundred dollars in the process.

Your heart leaps when you get back to the apartment and step into the kitchen for the first time, realizing how grand the space actually was. The kitchen is spacious and has ample counter space, making your mind wander to all of the group meals you could host in a place like this. You reign yourself in before you get too excited, setting your groceries out on the counter to get started.

It doesn’t take long for you to get lost in your own world in the kitchen, time lost to you as you mix together the ingredients for your favorite blueberry crumble muffins while waiting for your quiche to finish baking. You hum to yourself while folding the blueberries into the muffin batter, a feeling of happiness in your chest for the first time in a long time.

“Damn, something smells delicious.” an unfamiliar voice calls out from across the living room, making you freeze at the kitchen island.

As far as you knew, it was only you, Feyre and Rhys in the apartment, so who was the male talking to you from the living room?

Though you know there shouldn’t be any danger in an apartment as nice as this one, you can’t help but be thrown into fight-or-flight at the sound of another male that you don’t know standing behind you. For all you know, it could be Eris coming to drag you back to the hell that is his apartment. At least, that’s what your traumatized brain is telling you right now.

You hear heavy footsteps shuffling closer to you, but you’re frozen in place, unable to move to even attempt to defend yourself from whoever is coming up behind you. Your heart feels like it’s beating in your throat as whoever it is walks up on your right, turning to grab a mug from the counter to serve up the coffee you brewed earlier.

“I didn’t know you could cook like this, Fey–Oh, shit!” the male says when finally turns to look at you as you get the courage to look up at him, he stumbles back a step with wild eyes as he takes you in. “Sorry, I thought you were Feyre.” he says with a chuckle and a wry smile, “Who are you, though? Are you one of Az’s so-called study buddies? If so, I need to ask him if I can take a turn next time.”

You finally take in the male in front of you with wide eyes as you drop the wooden spoon back into the mixing bowl. He’s huge–even taller than Rhysand–standing at 6’7’’ at the very least, with large, bat-like wings to match. He’s rugged, but so beautiful, with wild black hair that’s halfway thrown into a bun, and fiercely golden-brown eyes. Once your eyes trail away from his face, you finally notice that he’s shirtless, only standing in a pair of plaid pajama pants, making it hard for you to pry your eyes away from his toned, broad chest littered with swirling tattoos that were similar to the ones you’d seen on Rhys in the past. Something in your chest seems to rattle when you take him in, but you try not to think about it.

“Is that any way to greet my sister, Cassian?” you hear your sister call as she trudges into the kitchen, a flood of relief flowing through you as she saves you from this situation.

“Sister?” the male says in disbelief, eyes wide as he looks between you and Feyre as she comes up to your side at the island. “Yeah, I guess I should’ve guessed that from the eyes. I’m Cassian, though. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Something like wonder swims in Cassian’s eyes as he stares down at you, a hint of curiosity gracing his features as he takes you in. You feel your heart rate spike at the unexpected attention, but push away any thoughts you have about it before it stresses you out too much, and give him a weak smile before looking back at your muffins, grabbing the tin to pour the dough.

“What’s all this for?” your sister questions as she takes in the food you’ve laid out.

Despite still being in the midst of cooking, you still managed to keep the kitchen spotless throughout the process, thanks to old habits of yours. Eris always hated when the kitchen was messy, so you made it a point to clean as you went, on the rare occasion that you had the inspiration to cook or bake while living there. Atop the pristine counters are two bowls of freshly prepared fruit (one filled with just berries because you know your sister hates the other fruit you typically add), a steaming pot of coffee and a plate of bacon and sausages. As the timer on the oven goes off, you pull the ham and cheese quiche off the rack to replace it with the muffins, setting a new timer for them quickly.

“A little thank you for last night.” you reply with a small smile as you turn to the sink to wash the mixing bowl quickly. “I wanted to make you guys something before I get out of your hair. I know the last thing you wanted to do was spend your Friday evening dealing with your pathetic little sister who got kicked to the curb by her boyfriend.”

“I’d rather spend my night doing that than have found out this morning that you were found dead somewhere because you tried to wander off and figure it out without help.” Feyre snaps, eyes narrowed on you as you frown at her.

Before you can argue, the front door to the apartment opens and closes softly, catching your attention, though nobody else is phased. Rhys and another male walk into the kitchen, both equipped with gym bags on their shoulders and damp hair dripping down their shirts. The unknown male catches your attention almost immediately, in the same way that Cassian had when you first took him in. He’s similar to Cassian and Rhys, but everything about him seems a little more put together but elusive, like he’s a secret waiting to be unraveled by you. His deep hazel eyes lock with yours and you swear he stumbles a step, but can’t be sure you’re not imagining it.

“Looks like someone was busy this morning.” Rhys remarks as he walks in, a gentle smile on his face as he looks to you. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to pass this meal off as a parting gift for us.”

You shoot a glare at your sister then, knowing she used her daemati abilities to tell her mate about your plans to leave.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” you say firmly, “I’m sure I can find some hotel to stay in tonight, o–or I can see if Eris will let me stay one more night. But really–”

“Eris?” you hear Cassian say to Rhys from behind you, nearly choking on his gulp of coffee at your words before looking at Feyre. “I didn’t know this was that sister.”

That sister. As if you’re a common topic of conversation between them.

A mix of hurt and confliction flickers on your face as you look at your sister then, but you can tell she’s busy mentally threatening the large, winged male sitting at the kitchen table, who instantly backs down under her glare. The other male sits next to Cassian at the table then, and you don’t miss the way his jaw tenses at the mention of Eris, as if he knows him well.

“You’ll do no such thing, Y/N!” Feyre finally snips, shaking her head as she turns her attention back to you. “There is no reason for you to leave when we have a perfectly good spare room here. None of us mind at all, right?”

It’s then that you realize that the two other males in the room are not just guests, but are definitely Rhys’ friends who Feyre mentioned moving in with all those months ago.

“Yeah, we could use another roommate in all honesty,” Cassian says with a smirk, “I’m tired of being outnumbered by this disgustingly adorable couple. We need one more person on our single roommate team in this place.”

“Please,” your sister begs, grabbing for your hands quickly, which makes you flinch almost imperceptibly. Her face changes at that tiny movement, anger flashing over her features, but not towards you, “You’re not going back there. At least not right now.” she says quickly, before her voice lowers so only you can hear, “I can’t let him hurt you anymore. I watched you suffer for long enough without being able to save you.”

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you look at her pleading ones, entirely torn between going back to something familiar and abusive, or walking into something foreign and safe. Many times before now, you would’ve chosen the former, but something feels different this time, like you might actually be able to rid yourself of Eris for good if you stay here. Plus, you’re too mentally exhausted to argue with your very persistent sister right now.

“If I stay here, you have to promise you won’t treat me like a child. You can’t lock me away and say it’s for my own good.” you say to her firmly, blinking back the tears in your eyes. “And as much as I do enjoy this place, you can’t try to keep me stuck in this apartment all the time.”

“Yes–Deal,” she says, nodding at you quickly. “I just–I can’t see you like that ever again. I want you to be safe.”

As you give her a smile, the timer for the oven goes off once more. You turn to get the muffins off the rack, shoving the mix of emotions you’re feeling in the moment out of your mind.

Once all of the food is out and ready, Cassian is first in line to get up to eat, grinning as he looks at the array in front of him.

“Cass, she never said that food was for you.” Feyre scolds, narrowing her eyes at the large male.

“Oh, right.” he says with a sheepish, embarrassed grin before turning to you. “That was rude of me, I’m sorry.”

Your heart flutters as the male looks at you with wide eyes as if he’s waiting for your approval. There’s something in his lopsided smile that has you feeling things in your chest that you’ve never felt before but—fuck, you shouldn’t be feeling anything for anyone right now, you just got dumped less than 24 hours ago. But you can’t help but melt under his apologetic gaze.

“N—No, please, take some!” you stammer, smiling up at him nervously. “There’s plenty there for all of you. I’m so used to making large meals that I’m sure there’s enough.”

Cassian flashes you another grin before turning back to the food, not hesitating before serving himself now. You finish cleaning up the rest of the dirty dishes from your cooking while they get their food. Another habit of yours, waiting for everyone else to eat first before getting your own plate. Eris and his asshole friends would always take advantage of that, would always finish off any meal you’d ever make, leaving you to eat a piece of toast or whatever you could scrounge up for dinner on nights that he’d make you cook for them.

When you finally look up from the dishes, the male you haven’t been introduced to is standing quietly by the counter, sipping a fresh cup of coffee as he observes you. You give him a shy smile as you try to shake off that feeling in your chest once more.

“I—I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself.” you say to the male nervously, drying off your hands with the dish towel. “I’m Feyre’s sister, Y/N.”

“Azriel,” he says bluntly, giving you a curt nod.

A man of many words, you think sarcastically.

“It’s nice to meet you. Are you another of their roommates?” you question, and he simply nods again. “Please, help yourself to some of the food, I’m sure it won’t be the last time I’ll make you all a meal in this kitchen.”

“I think you should get your plate before me,” he replies, his tone almost challenging, as if he can see exactly what you’re doing. “I’ll eat whatever’s left. I’m not picky. Don’t want you to go hungry after going out of your way to make all of this for us.”

You shoot him a wry smile, swallowing thickly as you feel as though you’ve been caught. He only met you five minutes ago and he can already read you well enough to tell that you were used to not eating after slaving over a meal? That would definitely make for an interesting dynamic.

You serve yourself a helping of everything, aside from a muffin, cursing yourself internally for not making enough batter for more. Though when you were making them, you didn’t know there’d be two more people joining you, so it makes sense.

“No muffin?” Feyre questions with a furrowed brow when you sit down, eyeing your plate curiously. “Those are your favorite, are they not?”

“I wanted you all to be able to try them,” you justify, eyes flickering to Azriel as he plates his food. “There was only enough batter for four.”

“They’re great, everything is.” Rhys muses, winking at you kindly. “You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Are you, like, a chef or something?” Cassian questions before you can reply to Rhys, continuing to stuff his face as he peers over at you. “Because this is all so damn good, restaurant quality.”

You blush at the compliment, smiling over at him. “I’m no professional, I just really like making really good food.”

Cassian grunts in agreement, smiling at you briefly before taking another bite. You don’t notice Azriel taking the seat next to you, his quiet steps making him almost invisible unless you’re staring at him.

It isn’t until you look back at your plate that you finally notice him next to you. With the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he focuses on his own food, half of a sliced blueberry crumble muffin sitting on his plate, and the other half sitting on yours.

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steveslevis · 7 days ago

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throughout the great war

azriel x hewn city escapee!reader

summary: you come to Velaris hoping for a way to escape the horrors of Hewn City, and you’re immediately taken into the custody of the High Lord of the Night Court. you don't expect him to accommodate you so willingly, and you definitely don't expect him to inform you that you'd be entering a courtship with his Spymaster, Azriel.

series warnings: mentions of violence, abuse and past assault, angst, trauma, mutual pining, mentions of cheating, eventual smut

chapter one - bruised like violets

chapter two - maybe it’s the past that’s talking

chapter three - flashes of battle come back to me (coming soon!)

chapter four - spineless in my tomb of silence

chapter five - my hand was the one you reached for

chapter six - i vowed not to cry anymore

chapter seven - you were playing with fire

chapter eight - somewhere in the haze

chapter nine - that was the night i nearly lost you

chapter ten - i vowed i would always be yours

epilogue - we can plant a memory garden

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steveslevis · 7 days ago

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throughout the great war

chapter 2 - maybe it's the past that's talking

azriel x hewn city escapee!reader

warnings: mentions of torture, death, and previous violence, trauma/trauma responses, arranged marriage, azriel being an ass

word count: 3.2k

a/n: FINALLY updating this!!! and here's a link to what i imagined for thee ring...enjoy <3

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Your wedding night is anything but eventful.

Feyre gave you a simple white dress for the occasion, and gave you some mascara and lip stain to put on. They were true to their word when they said it would just be the two of them at the wedding, and you were more than grateful to not have too many eyes on you.

The four of you stand on the balcony of your new home, the House of Wind, Rhys and Feyre watching as you exchange rings with Azriel, your beloved husband.

Under any other circumstances, you’d be reveling in the way the orange and pink sunset dances on the horizon, how the light shining down on the two of you made it seem like this marriage truly was blessed by the Cauldron.

But you knew better than to think that to actually be true.

You don’t dare look at the male as you slip the simple black band onto his finger, though you know his stare is boring eyes into the top of your head. He’s more than seething as he slides a ring onto your finger, but you almost gasp at the sight of it. It’s an intricate gold ring with an oval-shaped sapphire situated in the middle, with smaller diamonds and gold leaves adorning the center stone; it’s truly the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. Once the ring is settled on your finger, a tattoo blooms up your left hand and wraps around your wrist, one of wispy lines and stars, signifying your marriage to the male who now has a tattoo to match.

Feyre and Rhys look at the two of you expectantly, and you know then that you have to kiss the angry male standing in front of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as he hastily grips your chin, pulling you in for a chaste kiss before turning away from you completely.

“Well, congratulations.” Feyre breathes out, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Go enjoy your new home, and don’t hesitate to call for us if you need anything.”

Before you can protest, you’re alone on the balcony with your new husband, the male who won’t even look your way.

Your heart lurches as you stalk behind him into the house, feeling pathetic as you follow like a lost puppy.

“A—Azriel,” you call out as you close the door to the balcony behind you. The male stops in his tracks, turning on his heels to finally look at you. “Thank you, for everything, but especially for sparing me in that dungeon.”

Something flickers in his eyes, something like regret, but it only stays for a second before he flashes you an emotionless glare.

“No need to thank me.” he murmurs, before turning on his heels to stalk up the stairs.

Once he’s up the stairs, you’re left alone.

In a new home, on top of a hill in the middle of a new city with no way to escape. You know Rhys told you that you’re not a prisoner in this house and that you’re allowed to leave any time you want, that you’re free to explore the city. But you can’t help but feel like you’ve traded one prison for another nicer-looking one.

You push the thought from your mind as you unconsciously walk up the stairs, heading towards the room Feyre had explained was your own. She’d promised that you would be able to re-design the room if you had the desire to, that you were able to make the space your own.

Once you reach the second landing on the stairs, you’re utterly lost. The house is so large and all of the doors look the same. You know your room is on this floor, but can’t for the life of you remember which door it was.

Was it the third or fourth door on the right?

You couldn’t be sure, your memory has been so foggy lately. So, you think it would be best to just check both rooms instead of guessing. There’s a strange feeling in your chest as your hand falls on the door handle to the third room on the right, but you slowly push the door open anyways.

The room is dimly lit, decorated in ebony wood furniture and navy fabrics. Only one fae light on the side table next to the bed lights the room, but you can see that this is definitely not where you’re supposed to be staying. If the perfectly made bed wasn’t telling enough, the dozen daggers meticulously sprawled out on the desk on the other side of the room give you a sinking suspicion of whose room you just invaded.

You hear him before you see him, a low growl escapes his lips as he steps out of his en-suite bathroom.

“What are you doing here?” Azriel questions harshly, making you stagger back a step as he takes a stalking step towards you.

“I–I’m sorry, I–”

“Did you just assume we were to share a bed just because we’re married now?” he scoffs, eyes narrowed on you as his shadows skitter around his head. “Just because Rhysand forced me to marry you doesn’t mean that we’re ever going to be anything except housemates. You sleep elsewhere.”

“I didn’t mean to, I–I know I’m not sleeping in here. I thought this door was my room.” you stammer out, tears shining in your eyes as you hold your hands up in surrender. You don’t notice the way his facade slips for a moment when you squeeze your eyes shut and flinch away from him, don’t notice the way he grips his chest to ease the ache his aggression is causing him.

“Well, it’s not. Got it?” he snarls, putting his walls up as quickly as he’d let them fall, and you nod feverishly. “Now, go to your own room. Don’t bother me again, just–just stay out of my way. I don’t want anything to do with you, this whole arrangement is enough, I don’t need you following me around like a lost puppy on top of that.”

You stumble out of the room then, quickly making your way to your bedroom next door. Tears stream down your cheeks as you slam the door closed and quickly change out of your Gods forsaken wedding dress and into some pajamas instead. You hastily tug the ring you’d been given off your finger, regardless of how much it makes your stomach ache to do so, and set it on your dresser. You can’t even be bothered to fully get un-ready before throwing yourself onto the bed, hiding under the sheets as sobs rack your body and tears burn your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall into a dreamless sleep, chest feeling so fucking hollow as you curl into a ball on the large bed.

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It’s been three days since your wedding, and you haven’t dared to leave your room since. You’re not quite sure if your inclination to stay in bed has been due to the sadness that fills your chest every time you try to sit up, or the fear that fills your thoughts every time you look over at the door, but you know it’s likely the latter that keeps you burrowed beneath the sheets.

Luckily for you, Feyre had put you into a room with an en-suite bathroom, so you actually didn’t have to leave the room at all. The House finally had all but forced food down your throat last night when you laid in bed with a growling stomach. First by making a tray of food appear on your dresser across the room, which you ignored at first. That led to the tray making its way over to your bedside table, and eventually the House placed it right next to you on the bed and you finally gave in and ate a few bites of the food it had provided.

The House made a pile of books and even a journal appear on your bedside table this morning, but you opted to continue sleeping away the pain.

Azriel had tried not to let the fact that he hadn’t seen or heard you around the House get to him, but it was getting hard.

Guilt gnaws at his chest whenever he thinks about the way you looked at him with so much fear filling your eyes when he’d yelled at you that first night. He hadn’t meant to be so aggressive, but his frustration with the situation had gotten the best of him in the moment. He tried to reason with himself by saying that the poor interaction was for the best, that he needed to distance himself and his yelling had made his intentions very clear.

He tried to push his thoughts of you out of his mind as much as possible, despite the fact that his shadows wanted to give him hour-by-hour updates on you and insisted on whispering mate, mate, mate in his ear every time. Every time they did, he’d order them to stop before they even hinted at your whereabouts, he didn’t want to know, didn’t want to be tempted to see you yet. He couldn’t think about you too much, or he’d forget everything he’d been working for and abandon his fake hatred for you and tell you everything right now.

The late morning sun beats down on Azriel’s bare back as he slides the practice sword back onto the rack after sparring with Cassian. He’s distracted, but has been trying his damndest to channel his frustration into training and throw himself at his work to avoid thoughts about you. Cassian slaps him on the shoulder once, saying something about it being a good spar. Azriel mumbles a mindless reply before turning away from the rack, only to be faced with Nesta, who looks to be more annoyed than usual.

“What’s your wife up to today?” she asks bluntly, gray eyes flashing with anger as she speaks.

Straight to the point, Azriel thinks. He knows better than to be a dick to Nesta, though, especially when that familiar silver flame dances in her eyes.

“Don’t know, haven’t seen her today.” he replies cooly, shrugging at her.

“Haven’t seen her today, or haven’t seen her at all since you screamed at her for accidentally walking into the wrong bedroom on the first night in the House?” Nesta snaps back, crossing her arms over her chest as she stares up at him.

Azriel stills at her words and so does Cassian, who’d walked to wrap his arms around his mate from behind in greeting. Cassian raises a brow at his brother, but Azriel’s expression is stony, showing no emotion as he stares at Nesta.

“I haven’t seen her since our wedding night.” Azriel clarifies, swallowing thickly as his shadows skitter anxiously around his wings.

“Well, aren’t you just the perfect husband?” she sneers, malice dripping from each word, “If you’d like to know, the House made it known to me that she hasn’t even left her fucking bed to do anything aside from use the restroom for the last three days.” Azriel’s heart clenches at her words, and his breath hitches Nesta takes a step toward him, “So if I were you, her fucking husband, fake or not, I would maybe go check on her and see if she’s still breathing before Feyre finds out about it. Because she’s taken a liking to the poor girl and I don’t think it will end well if she realizes you’re the one who’d told Y/N to go to her own room and stay out of your way.”

And with that, Nesta turns on her heel and marches toward the House with Cassian in tow, leaving Azriel to think about his actions on the roof.

Shame fills Azriel’s chest as he stands on the sparring mat alone, mulling over his actions over the last few days.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, rubbing his chest to soothe the ache growing there before making his way inside.

Without a second thought, Azriel starts for your room. He scales the two flights of stairs, trying to ignore the way all of his instincts are screaming at him to run the other way. His heart races as he reaches your door, shadows swirling around as they report no sounds from the other side of the door. Before he can talk himself out of it, he knocks on your door while inhaling shakily.

On the other side of the door, you jolt from your sleep and sit upright quickly at the sound of soft knocking.

Your heart kicks as you look around the room, realizing that you haven’t picked anything up off the floor from your post-wedding breakdown. Throwing the sheets off your body quickly, you stand from the bed and quickly grab the clothes off the floor to throw them in the hamper before smoothing out your comforter on your bed.

There’s another knock on the door as you look down at the clothes you’re wearing, you definitely shouldn’t be opening the door in a thin cotton sleep set, but you don’t have time to change. Your breath hitches as you reach for the door and slowly swing it open, eyes widening when you see who’s on the other side.

You stagger back a step when you look up to Azriel, who’s staring down at you with a furrowed brow. His jaw feathers when his eyes flicker from you, to the bedroom behind you, then back to you. There’s a pile of untouched books and a tray with barely eaten food on your bedside table, and he can tell that you quickly attempted to make your room look better before answering the door, but it’s still in a slight disarray. Something tugs at his chest when his gaze rakes over you, finally seeing your bruised and scraped arms and legs in their full form for the first time.

“A—Azriel, I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to—to stop by.” you stammer, forcing a small smile onto your face as you look up at him expectantly.

He shakes his head at you and frowns for half a second, the only real semblance of emotion he’s shown to you since you’ve been here. “I was coming to check in on you, nothing to apologize for.” he explains in a stoic tone as you watch his shadows swirling around him in an erratic fashion. “Are you alright?”

“I’m—Yeah. I’m fine, thank you.” you retort with a tight-lipped smile. “I’ve been keeping to myself and out of the way in my room, like you asked.”

Azriel’s stone-faced facade slips at your words, worry flashing over his face then. He thinks back to the way he yelled at you that night, the way you’d scrambled out of his room and apologized profusely for your mistake.

“You haven’t left at all?” he questions, hoping that Nesta was lying to get a rise out of him.

You shake your head and furrow your brow at his words, treading carefully. Your mind is racing about this sudden visit, trying to decide if he’s testing your ability to follow directions or not. You stare down at your hands then, picking at the skin next to your nails just to avoid his gaze, “I did as I was told and stayed in my room, out of the way.” you manage, voice barely above a whisper as your throat constricts.

Azriel’s heart threatens to crack as he watches the way you fold into yourself as you speak, the way your hands are shaking, the way your lip quivers almost imperceptibly in true fear of his wrath.

Fuck.

He didn’t know much about your past, as Feyre had refused to tell anyone your full story–she’d insisted that you should be the one to decide who hears it–but he did know that you were abused in some capacity prior to your arrival in Velaris. Your behaviors were very telling, so guilt racks Azriel’s body in the moment as he sees the fear he’d instilled into you with that one outburst.

Gods, he couldn’t do anything right.

“I didn’t mean you couldn’t leave your room.” he finally says, attempting to make his voice seem less harsh as he watches you continue to fidget under his gaze. “I was angry at this whole situation, I didn’t mean to make you feel like a prisoner in this home. I shouldn’t have told you to stay out of my way and banish you to your room, I had no right to do that. I’m–I’m sorry.” You look up at him then, eyes wide with hesitation at his apology. “You’re free to roam the House, and the city if you’d like. I know it’s a far hike down the ten thousand stairs, but you can always ask me or Cassian for a flight up and down the stairs if you’d like to explore your new hometown.”

The conversation is making your head spin, your gut telling you that he’s only testing you, only seeing if you’ll defy his initial orders. You only shake your head at the male, forcing a half-smile onto your face as you stare, “It’s really no problem. I don’t want to bother anyone, and–and the House has given me everything I need so far here, so it’s not a big deal for me to stay in my room.”

Azriel didn’t think he could feel any worse before coming up here, but somehow the shame burrows deeper into his skin, crawling over every inch of him as he stares down at your shaking hands and listens to your wavering voice.

“No, I–I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay up here just because I told you to stay out of my way in the heat of the moment.” he says, shaking his head feverishly. “I was an asshole that day and I’m sorry. You have free reign of the House, don’t let anyone tell you differently. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, you come find me and I’ll tell them to fuck off.”

You swallow thickly, heart threatening to beat out of your chest as you stare up at him. A small nod in his direction is all you can muster in the moment, as your body betrays you and continues to shake under his gaze.

“Have you eaten today?” he says abruptly, eyes flickering to the tray of untouched food on your bedside.

“N–No.” you admit meekly, halfway expecting him to step into the room and yell at you for not being grateful for what the House has provided for you.

Azriel nods slowly, “Would you like to join us for lunch?” he questions softly, but continues to explain when you only look up at him with uncertainty swimming in your eyes, “It’s just me, Nesta and Cassian here. So if that’s not too overwhelming, feel free to join us, we’ll be in the dining room.”

And with that, he’s closing the door, leaving you alone in your room.

It should feel better to be alone right now, but the lingering scent of cedar and mist overwhelms your senses, leaving you aching to join them for lunch.

When you turn around, you know that the House already knows your decision without you saying a single word. A pair of leggings and a warm sweater sit on the edge of your bed, ready for you to change into and face the members of the household.

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i have returned from the dead after passing my boards <3 i am ready to write again i swear!!!! pls send requests/thots in the meantime while i work on some new fics to come soon....xoxo

#stevis speaks

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steveslevis · 2 months ago

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okayyyyy okay so i take my boards in 8 days (and am currently procrastinating on studying) but after i finish them i plan on writing so much like...i miss writing so bad rn. i have so many fics that i've jotted down ideas for over the last two months so here's what to expect from me in the near future <3333

one shots

if he says it first to me (dbf!az x reader......)

summary: you re-connect with your father, rhys, after your mother passes, leading you to visit velaris for the first time. your first night in the city is one you'll never forget, and the family dinner that you attend on the next evening is one you wish you could.

we can call it even

summary: starfall brings you back to velaris, and right back into the arms of the male you keep swearing you'll never go back to.

crawling back to you

summary: five times you and azriel crawled back to each other temporarily, and the one time you both stayed.

series

let's make it cinematic: part 2

summary: after your first video with azriel goes viral on OnlyFaes, the two of you get to work on making way too much content.

i love you, it’s ruining my life: epilogue

summary: though you and azriel have finally acknowledged the mating bond and are both thoroughly excited about it, there's something holding you back from actually following through with accepting the bond.

throughout the great war: chapter 2 - maybe it’s the past that’s talking

summary: you’re to be wed to the shadowsinger of the night court, but he’s anything but happy about it.

kings of my heart (CAZRIEL x archeron!reader, modern/college!au!!!)

summary: your sister, feyre, and her boyfriend offer you a place to stay in their guest room after you have a bad breakup. what she fails to tell you is that they live with two other extremely hot—and single—illyrian males

#yes i'm going insane i know i know #i have no words for any of these ok #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel smut #cazriel x reader

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steveslevis · 2 months ago

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thinking about dbf!az…..godddd

#miss my man #azriel #acotar #want to write him…

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steveslevis · 2 months ago

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in the meantime feel free to send asks and requests <33 i’ll get to them ASAP xoxo

hiiii….i know i fell off the face of the earth for three months but i’ve been studying for my boards to become a dentist and will be taking them in two weeks…once im finished with them i promise you i’m gonna go feral on her with the ideas ive had ok <3 xoxo i prommy i’ll be back

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steveslevis · 2 months ago

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#stevis speaks

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steveslevis · 5 months ago

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home alone tonight you know what that means…..thirsting over azriel once again so send me your thots <3

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steveslevis · 5 months ago

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this full fic has been posted here <333 xoxo enjoy

I can't stop thinking about modern Azriel who is also roomates with reader and they think they are only friends but it's obvious that they like each other and maybe they even have some dirty thoughts about the other... but that is just normal besties behavior right??

ohhhhh you don't even understand how much i need this.....writing this frantically now <3 here's a sneaky peek....

“Oh yeah, they’re disgustingly adorable.” Azriel replies, a slight cringe playing on his face as his eyes flicker to the couple as his hand falls to the small of your back to guide you to your side of the pong table.

“What? Not the affectionate type, Azzy?” you tease, a twinkle in your eyes as you try to hide the disappointment at his disgust in the public affection, though you’re not sure why you’re disappointed considering you’ll never be on the receiving end of his romantic affection.

“I don’t know, not really.” he hums thoughtfully, arranging the cups to his liking as he avoids your gaze.

“You wanna know what I think?” you question, bringing your drink to your lips to take one long gulp. The two drinks you’d had prior to standing up are finally catching up to you now, leaving you with more courage and a warmer chest than you had five minutes ago.

“Pretty sure you’re gonna tell me what you think regardless of if I want you to or not.” Azriel teases, looking down at you as you take a step towards him, a smirk plastered on your face.

“I th–think that you just haven’t found the right girl to make you want to publicly display affection.” you say confidently, chin raised high to lock eyes with him. “I think you just need to find the right girl.”

The two of you have a momentary staring contest as you search his eyes for any sign that you’re right, but finding none. Azriel opens his mouth to give you a smart retort, but before he can speak, someone backs into you and makes you lose your footing. You stumble forward, your chest falling flush with his bare abdomen as his hands reach for your waist to keep you from falling. He looks down at you then, eyes glued on your breasts as they threaten to spill from your top as you wrap your arms around him.

All he can think about as he watches you scramble in his arms is how much he wants to say fuck it to this party and take you back to his room to see what those perfect tits look like in his–

A giggle falls from your lips, interrupting Azriel’s lewd thoughts when you finally stand up straight and take a step back when he lets you out of his arms. Your cheeks are flushed when you pull away, as if you’re just as flustered as he is about the interaction.

#azriel #azriel x reader

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i want your things in my room

azriel x roommate!reader

summary: azriel is your roommate and one of your best friends. it's normal to have a crush on and have horny thoughts about your best friend every once in a while...right?

warnings: mutual pining, idiots in love!!!!!, angst, alcohol consumption, masturbation (m), dom/sub dynamic, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, so much dirty talk from az, slight degradation kink, praise kink, sir kink, semi-unprotected (?) rough piv, slight breeding kink, choking/breath play, size kink/big dick azriel as usual, dacryphilia, probably some things i missed idk

word count: 8.2k

a/n: based off of this ask!!!! don't ask how i wrote this so quickly idk what took over me

“Are you ever going to admit that you want to fuck Azriel?” a low, unamused voice murmurs in your ear as you feel the couch cushion behind your back dip slightly with the weight of their elbows.

You whip your head around at an impressive speed, coming face-to-face with your best friend and neighbor, Nesta, who is smirking at you as she extends a plastic cup filled with a mystery concoction of alcohol towards you.

She’d caught you staring at your roommate from across the living room, ignoring the rest of the people bustling around you to essentially undress him with your eyes. Well, it didn’t take too much to undress him with your eyes, considering he’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a fully open button-down short sleeve shirt, accenting the gold chain dangling around his neck and the swirling tattoos over his bare chest and arms. It’s not your fault that he’s attractive and nearly shirtless, it’s just distracting.

“I will never admit such a thing, because it’s not true.” you retort matter-of-factly as you pluck the cup from her hand with an incredulous glare.

“Oh, sure.” Nesta hums unconvincingly before rounding the couch to stand in front of you, holding a hand out to you to help you stand. “Let’s go, the boys want to play beer pong.”

A groan falls from your lips as you stand, letting her pull you across the room to the corner where Cassian had set up a folding table and ten cups on each side. Azriel and Cassian are standing on either side of the table, practicing tosses while poking fun at each other.

Cassian is the first to notice you and his girlfriend walk over, a wide, drunken grin spreading over his face as he sets the ping pong ball down to pull Nesta in for an embrace. As he does, Nesta grumbles something about how she just saw him ten minutes ago and that he’s so clingy when he’s drunk, but there’s nothing but love behind her eyes as she jokes with him.

Oh, how you wish you had someone to look at you like that.

An arm slings around your shoulder as you stare longingly at the couple, breaking you from your desperate trance. You look over to see your roommate tugging you close, a half-smirk on his lips as he stares down at you.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” you say to him before looking back to Nesta and Cassian, who are giggling to themselves in between kisses, in their own little world. “I’m so happy Nes finally found someone who actually makes her happy.”

“I don’t know, not really.” he hums thoughtfully, arranging the cups to his liking as he avoids your gaze.

“Pretty sure you’re gonna tell me what you think regardless of if I want you to or not, sweetheart.” Azriel teases, looking down at you as you take a step towards him, a smirk plastered on your face.

All he can think about as he watches you scramble in his arms is how much he wants to say fuck it to this party and take you back to his room to see what those perfect tits look like in his–

“S–Sorry about that.” you laugh nervously, turning to look over your shoulder to make sure nobody else is going to knock you over.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Azriel chuckles dryly, moving to stand halfway behind you in order to prevent you from being knocked over again.

“Are you two done being idiots for long enough for us to play or not?” Nesta calls over the table, raising her brows at you, which makes you roll your eyes at her as you nod.

To any outsiders, the game of beer pong definitely looks like it’s being played by two love-sick males and the females that they’ll never get enough of. Nobody would guess that the “couple” being exceedingly touchy and overly-affectionate was the pair who just discussed his hatred of public affection, especially by the fact that he can’t keep his hand off your back, and how it keeps almost falling to your ass every time you jump with happiness when you make a cup.

To anyone watching, it’s extremely obvious that Azriel is so infatuated with you that it’s almost ridiculous. To you, it’s anything but obvious as you tell yourself with every touch that he’s just your roommate and he’d never look at you that way.

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Azriel can’t sleep.

Usually after a party at the apartment, he’s out as soon as his head hits the pillow, but not tonight.

He’s plagued by thoughts of you, thoughts he probably should not be having about his roommate.

The two of you have always denied any feelings for each other in front of your friends, but there’s no denying how you run through his mind every night.

“We’ve just grown very close since living together, we’re best friends.” you’d said one night when your friends asked, as you were clinging onto Azriel’s arm on the couch drunkenly, “and best friends can flirt with each other and shouldn’t get any shit for it. Sometimes it just happens, alright?”

His mind races as he stares at the ceiling, unable to focus on anything but you, thoughts of you racing through his mind at breakneck speeds.

Thoughts of you underneath him, your breathy moans ringing in his ears as he thrusts into you mercilessly. Thoughts of tears streaming down your cheeks while you choke on his cock as he fists your hair, fucking your face while cooing to you about how you’re such a good little slut. Thoughts of bending you over the kitchen counter to take you from behind, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other over your mouth to muffle your cries.

Fuck.

He should not be fisting his cock to the thought of you, especially with you sleeping one room over, but he can’t help himself.

Ever since you moved in with him after you switched apartments with Cassian to escape the nightly fuck fest from Nesta and Cassian, Azriel hasn’t been able to keep you out of his late night thoughts. He knows it’s wrong, knows that imagining you riding his cock as he pumps his spit-slick length is fucked up, but you’re stuck on his brain.

Tonight specifically, he does not give a fuck. He’s too horny for his own good, especially after seeing directly down your shirt when you fell into his arms. So, he continues to stroke himself, breathy grunts falling from his lips as his imagination runs wild.

Azriel typically isn’t one to cum too quickly, but things have been different since you’d moved into the apartment. At first he’d told himself that he wasn’t having girls over so you wouldn’t have to listen to that, but deep down he knows that’s not the true reason. He’s utterly touch-starved and desperate for you only, so it only takes a few pumps with images of you flashing in his mind for him to finish into his fist, chest heaving and heart thumping against his ribs.

It’s fine, it’s totally okay that he just came in less than five minutes to the thought of you riding his cock.

Best friends do that sometimes…right?

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“So have you guys fucked yet?” Elain asks as she plops down on the couch next to you, making you nearly choke on your wine.

It was your turn to host so-called “girl’s night” that Feyre and Mor insist on having every month, so you’re sitting in your living room with all three of the Archeron sisters, along with Mor and Amren, drinking wine and chatting about nothing in particular.

You turn to look at the quietest Archeron sister, eyes wide in disbelief at her question.

“I’m sorry?” you question, raising a brow at her as she smiles innocently at you.

“You and Az,” she clarifies nonchalantly, pouring herself another glass of white wine as she speaks, “have you guys finally gotten over yourselves and decided to confess your feelings and fuck?”

Elain is the last person in the room that you’d expect a question like that from, especially considering she’s the only one in the room with a history with your roommate. The two of them hooked up for a month or two last year, right before she met the love of her life, Lucien. There were no hard feelings between the two of them, but it was still an unexpected question coming from her.

“Okay, you’re the second sister who’s asked me almost the same exact question about Az this week.” you say with narrowed eyes, shooting both Elain and Nesta glares as they smirk at you. “There’s nothing going on between us and there never will be. End of story.”

Your voice is firm, but that doesn’t stop the strange feeling that spreads across your chest as you speak.

“Oh come on!” Mor calls out, shaking her head at you. “You can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing for him at all. I see the way the two of you look at each other and how you shamelessly flirt all the damn time.”

“I don’t feel anything for him, I swear.” you retort quickly, trying to push your feelings down as they threaten to bubble over. “Even if I did feel anything for him, he doesn’t feel anything for me, so it doesn’t matter.”

Silence falls over the room as everyone exchanges knowing glances, making you groan as you feel out of the loop.

“Why are you all looking at each other like that?” you huff, a frown pulling your lips down as you take another sip of your wine.

“You really think that Azriel doesn't have feelings for you?” Feyre questions, making your frown deepen as you shake your head again.

“You’re surely blind then, girl.” Amren calls out casually, shaking her head at you with slight disappointment. “That male is in love with you.”

“N–No he is not!” you nearly shriek, cheeks flushing at her words. “He is not in love with me! Like I’ve said before, we’re best friends, that’s all.”

Unconvinced murmurs spread through the room as you speak, making you laugh nervously.

“Can we just–just drop it? I don’t wanna talk about Az anymore.” you ask finally, reaching for the remote on the coffee table, “We’re supposed to be watching that stupid dating show and taking shots every time someone cries for no good reason, so let’s do that instead.”

Nobody argues with you as you fumble with the remote, but exchange more knowing glances before continuing the night without another word about your roommate.

After four episodes of the cheesy dating show Mor had picked out to make fun of, everyone decides to call it a night, leaving you alone in the silence of your apartment. You know Azriel will be home from Cassian’s apartment soon, so you make quick work of cleaning up the living room so you can sneak into your room before he arrives.

Unfortunately, the door to the apartment swings open and closed as you’re putting the last wine glass into the dishwasher. You look up to see a very annoyed Azriel standing in the middle of the living room, running his fingers through his hair as he sighs loudly.

“Hey,” you say softly, frowning as you take in the exasperated expression on his face. “Are you alright?”

The harsh lines on his face soften slightly when he looks up at you, a frown mirroring your own replacing the scowl that he had before.

“Yeah–Yeah, I’m fine.” he replies, shaking his head quickly. “Cass and Nes just need to keep their noses out of my business is all.”

“Oh? Are they very invested in your sex life too?” you say, forcing a teasing smile on your face.

“Yes, it’s fucking annoying.” he groans while striding into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge, “I’m sure they say the same shit to you, I’m tired of them trying to push this fucking ridiculous idea of me asking you out. It’s getting old, they should know that’s never happening.”

Fuck.

Your smile falters for a millisecond before you let out a forced laugh, shaking your head as you ignore the way your heart sinks at his words. You knew he wasn’t interested, but he seems absolutely repulsed by the idea of asking you out.

Is the idea of being in a relationship with you that disgusting?

“Yeah–That will definitely never happen.” you reply, your voice sounding a lot sadder than you’d planned. You point your gaze to your phone in your hand, pretending to check the time as you blink back a tear that threatened to spill at his reaction before taking a step towards your room. “I’m gonna go to bed. Goodnight Az,” you say without looking up at the male once.

You close the bedroom door behind you and throw yourself on your bed without a second thought, letting your tears finally spill down your cheeks as you tug the comforter over your body.

If you weren’t thinking about finally letting your little crush on your roommate go before, you definitely are now.

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The environment in your apartment flips on its head after that night, mainly because you forced it to change. While laying in bed crying yourself to sleep after hearing his disgust, you’d decided that you wouldn’t allow yourself to get caught up on Azriel anymore, that you wouldn’t let yourself flirt with him constantly or even let yourself touch him because it would only complicate things more.

So you’ve been keeping to yourself, not spending any time in the shared spaces of the apartment, and avoiding him unless absolutely necessary.

Azriel always seems halfway offended when you shy away from his touch now, something like hurt swimming in his eyes when you don’t feed into his flirtation, but that’s not something you should worry about anymore, so you don’t let yourself think about it.

Everyone around you is extremely worried about your well-being, as you haven’t shown interest in going to parties or dinner or doing anything with the group in the last few weeks. Little do they know, you’ve been avoiding them for two reasons; because you don’t want anyone to ask about Azriel again and because you don’t want to put yourself in the predicament of getting drunk enough to flirt with him again.

Unfortunately for you, Nesta dragged you across the hall to their apartment tonight, insisting that you come spend some time with everyone instead of holing up in your bedroom like you have been every night. You let her drag you over to their apartment, mainly because your hurt has fizzled into anger now, so you’re okay with getting tipsy tonight to dull the sizzling irritation.

After three too many seltzers and a few slices of pizza, you’re feeling less annoyed by your roommate’s presence. You’re sitting on one of the couches in Nesta’s apartment with the Archeron sisters and Lucien, giggling about anything and everything with the females while Lucien busies himself on his phone and massaging Elain’s scalp as she lays against his chest. Cassian and Azriel are on the adjacent couch, while Rhys, Mor and Amren are carrying on at the kitchen island in a heated argument about nothing in particular.

“So, Y/N.” Feyre starts after taking a long sip of her white wine. “What have you been up to? It feels like we haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“Oh, don’t even start with her.” Nesta groans, shooting a glare in your direction, “she won’t even tell me, her girl best friend, what’s been up her ass lately.”

“I’ve told you a thousand times, Nes, I’m fine! I’ve just–just been trying to expand my horizons lately,” you say halfheartedly, slightly cowering under your best friend’s glare. “Just been trying new things, I even went on a date last night.”

“What?” all three sisters say in unison, eyes wide as they stare at you sitting between them.

“With who?” Feyre questions, and you realize that all other conversation in the room has stopped and all eyes are on you now.

“It’s not that big of a deal, guys–”

“With who?” Nesta repeats, silver eyes narrowed as she stares you down.

“E–Eris Vanserra.” you murmur, only loud enough for the sisters to hear clearly, a blush spreading across your face as you speak.

“Did you just say Eris Vanserra?” Cassian questions from the other couch, staring at you expectantly.

You can feel Azriel’s eyes boring holes into you from next to Cassian with his gaze, which makes sense considering you went on a date with a male that he’s hated for years. Little do they know, you two had a great time but decided it would just be a one-time thing due to some differences in relationship expectations, so things ended swiftly after you hooked up.

“I did,” you say with a smirk, finally sliding your gaze to Azriel for just a moment, who seems extremely annoyed by your revelation, “Seems like going on a date with me isn’t a fucking ridiculous and repulsive idea to every male out there.” You turn back to the sisters, trying your hardest to avoid seeing how Azriel reacts to your snide remark, opting to describe the date in detail for the girls instead of looking at him.

You successfully avoid any interaction with Azriel throughout the rest of the evening, though you feel his gaze on you multiple times. Eventually, the night dies down and you decide to head back to your apartment, in desperate need of some good rest. You hug your friends and promise you won’t disappear for so long anymore, knowing that Nesta will drag you out of your bedroom by the hair if you even try.

You finally make it to your bed a little after midnight, cozying into the covers as you try to ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest that feels a little too similar to yearning for your comfort as you attempt to fall asleep.

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Azriel can’t sleep. Again.

And it’s because of you. Again.

He’s not plagued with horny thoughts about you this time, but he truthfully wishes he was. It would be better than whatever this feeling was that was overtaking his chest. Every time he thinks back to the look on your face after your remark about going on a date with you being a fucking ridiculous and repulsive idea, his heart threatens to squeeze itself to death in his chest. He can’t shake the image of your pain-filled eyes, can’t shake the thought of how you’ve avoided him at all costs since he made that remark all those weeks ago.

He knows he fucked up, knows he hurt you in a way that he’s unsure how to fix right now, but he knows that he has to win your trust back somehow.

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A week later, Azriel is leaning over the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal at 10pm when he hears the apartment door slam shut, followed by a sniffle and a stifled sob.

Before he can stand up straight, you round the corner to the kitchen a small gasp falling from your lips when you see him standing there, fucking shirtless and too sexy, like he’s mocking you for another failed date.

“S–Sorry, I didn’t hear you in here.” you say when you look up at him.

“It’s fine, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckles dryly, taking you in as you stand frozen in front of him. You’re wearing a satin emerald green cocktail dress that hugs your curves in the best way possible and black heels that make your legs look like they go on for days, your hair is mussed now, but he can tell that it was perfectly curled and styled before you left, along with your smudged mascara and worn-off lipstick. Your eyes are puffy and bloodshot, the remnants of tears pricking the corners of them as you try to blink them away. “Are–Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be alright.” you say, finally brushing past him to grab a glass from the cabinet before filling it with water. “Just another shitty date.”

“With Eris?” he questions angrily, shaking his head. “I swear, I’ll kick his ass–”

“No–Not with Eris. We broke things off after that first date.” you say with a humorless laugh before taking a sip of water, “It was some other guy that I thought would be nice, but he tried to fuck me before taking me out and got really–really fucking rude after I told him no, so I left. I hate stupid, one-and-done hookups like that.” you sigh before muttering under your breath, “Guess finding a nice guy who wants to actually go on a date with me without me putting out is a ridiculous idea.”

“Well, they’re all fucking stupid if they say they don’t want to date you.” Azriel mutters, rolling his eyes at the thought of someone turning you down when you went out looking like that. “Can’t believe some stupid fucker would see you turn up to his place looking like that and decide that he doesn’t want to show you off to the world.”

“Az–”

“I’m serious, Y/N!” he all but yells, brow furrowing as he looks you over again. “You look beautiful even after crying half your makeup off, I can’t imagine how good you looked when he first saw you.”

“You don’t have to flatter me out of pity, I know you don’t find me attractive, Az.” you deadpan, rolling your eyes at the male as he takes a step towards you.

“Who ever said I didn’t find you attractive?” he says, his voice dropping an octave as he reaches for your chin to make you look up at him. “Just because I fucked up all those weeks ago and said the idea of asking you on a date was ridiculous when I was angry and drunk doesn’t mean anything, I still find you so fucking attractive.”

“Azriel,” you warn, voice shaky as your mind races. Everything is happening so fast that you can’t truly process what he just said. “D–Don’t…”

“Don’t what, sweetheart?” he retorts, careful not to touch you anywhere else as he tries to think of how to navigate this situation, whether he should get on his knees to beg for your forgiveness or if he should just take you in his arms and kiss you until you forgive him.

Your knees buckle at the nickname, one that you haven’t heard from him in so long. Usually, he only calls you that when you’re both tipsy and feeling extra flirtatious, but you know he’s stone-cold sober right now, making it all the more intriguing. In your mind, you’re convinced he still truly thinks the idea of going on a date with you is ridiculous, but he did just admit to finding you attractive, which makes you more turned on than it ever should.

Oh, fuck it.

Without a second thought, you stand on your toes to lean up into him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down for a heated kiss. Azriel almost stumbles away when your lips press to his, but his hands fall to your waist to steady himself as you deepen the kiss. His mind is buzzing as your tongue slips out, teasing his lower lip before biting it between kisses. After a few seconds, Azriel pulls away, panting slightly as he looks down at you with wild eyes.

“I–I, what are you doing, sweetheart?” he questions in a hushed tone.

“I think I need you, Az.” you say desperately, a slight pout on your face as you stare up at the male.

“But, you were just complaining about how you hate hookups.” he murmurs as you stand on your toes in an attempt to reach his lips again.

As much as he wants to take you right here and right now, he doesn’t want it to be because of an emotional tirade on your part.

You know it’s fucked up that you’re so turned on for your roommate right now, especially after getting mad at the male who tried to fuck you earlier, but you don’t care. You don’t want anything or anyone but him right now, despite your clouded emotions and any hurt you still carry for the male in front of you.

“Is this just a hookup to you?” you retort before shaking your head to cut him off before he can speak, “A–Actually, don’t answer that right now. I just know that I need you right now. I don’t care if you hate me or however you feel about me.”

“Gods, I do want you.” he murmurs, pulling you up for a quick kiss. “But I need you to tell me that you want me right now.”

“I want you, Az. I need you.” you say against his lips, “I–I’m yours tonight if you’ll have me. No strings attached tonight, I just–just need you. I’ll never mention this again if you don’t want me to.”

Something snaps in Azriel then and he can’t hold back anymore. He grabs your hips then, pulling you up to sit you on top of the kitchen island with your legs wrapped around his waist. The kiss he pulls you into is desperate and hot, your tongues and teeth clashing as his hands hastily push your dress up to your waist, revealing the black lace thong underneath. His hand glides between your thighs, fingertips grazing over the lace to feel the heat already pooling at your core.

“Fuck, love.” he murmurs against your lips, “You’re so wet, aren’t you?”

“Y–Yes,” you squeak out, hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. “So–So wet for you, Az.”

“Yeah? Just for me?” he teases, a smirk growing on his face as he circles your clit through the fabric, “Want me to taste this sweet cunt and make you cum on my tongue?”

You breathe in a ragged breath at his crude words, nodding feverishly at him as your mind spins at the sudden change in his demeanor. He just chuckles then, pulling your hips to the edge of the counter while also pushing your thong to the side to give him a full view of your glistening core as he shifts to his knees. Azriel mutters something under his breath then, two fingers teasing your clit before licking a stripe up your cunt, making you gasp loudly.

“F–Fuck!” you whine, hand falling to his head as he eats you out like a man starved with loud smacking of his lips to match.

“You like that, baby?” he says when he pulls away momentarily, positioning your legs over his shoulders before sliding a finger into your heat. “I bet those other stupid fuckers didn’t eat you out like this, did they?”

“I–I, they never did, n–never have.” you gasp, grinding your hips against his face when he dives back in with a chuckle.

“What a shame, a cunt this pretty deserves to be devoured at any possible time.” he murmurs against your slick skin, slipping another finger in, “Want you to cum all over my face before I even get a chance to fuck you tonight, you deserve it, love.”

“‘M already–already fucking close, f–feels so good.” you retort, tugging at his hair as he pumps three fingers into your cunt while focusing his tongue on your throbbing clit, pulling moans out of you in a way you didn’t know was possible until now.

Azriel only hums against your clit, letting his fingers set a brutal pace inside you as he licks and sucks on your sensitive bundle of nerves. He wraps an arm around your waist then, pulling you close to him to stabilize your squirming body as he continues his assault on your core.

“Such a good girl with such a sweet little cunt,” he praises, gazing up at you while he licks at you once more, “Can’t believe I’ve never gotten to taste you before, don’t know if I’ll be able to share after this, love. You’re making the prettiest noises for me and I don’t want anyone else to hear them.”

“Then d–don’t share, o–oh fuck!” you whimper, thighs quaking as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“Let me claim your pussy, sweetheart. C’mon, make a mess of my tongue and fingers.” he coaxes between licks, three fingers pressing into you quickly as you cry out loudly, “That’s it, baby. Yeah, I know, I know. Let go, love.”

Your vision blacks momentarily when you reach your peak, chanting his name loudly as he fingers you through your orgasm, cooing softly while pressing kisses to your inner thighs when you finally come down from your high.

There’s a smirk plastered on Azriel’s face when he finally rises from his knees, lips glistening with your slick while he continues to slowly pump his fingers into you. Your mouth gapes slightly when his thumb presses into your overly-sensitive clit, and you reach for his wrist to stop him as overstimulation wracks your body.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” he coos, ignoring your silent protest for him to remove his fingers as he leans down to steal your lips in a kiss. “So good for me.”

“A–Az, I–I can’t.” you whine, bucking your hips when his thumb brushes your clit again.

“You want me to stop?” he questions, though he already knows the real answer.

“I–I want you to fuck me.” you plead, shaking your head to cut him off before he gives you a smart reply about fucking you with his fingers. “Want your cock, please.”

“How could I say no when you ask so sweetly?” he coos, finally pulling his fingers from your dripping heat to pull your body flush with his. “Let’s go to my room, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.” you say jokingly, but the nickname triggers something in Azriel as he wraps your legs around his waist to carry you to his room, a low growl ripping from his throat.

“Don’t call me that if you can’t handle what will come after.” he warns, eyes dark as he pushes through the door to his bedroom.

“What if I can handle it, sir?” you tease, biting your lip as you look up at him with wide, doe eyes.

“Oh, you’re in for it now, sweetheart.” he growls, tossing you into the middle of his bed, “Strip for me, baby.”

Both of you make quick work of stripping out of your clothes, desire thick in the air as you make desperate glances at each other. After tossing your underwear and dress to the side, you crawl on your hands and knees to the edge of the bed in front of him. You reach your hand out for his cock once it springs free from his boxers, ignoring the nervous feeling in your chest when you see how large he is.

“So–So big,” you remark, eyes wide as you stare at it.

Your eyes meet his as you lean into his cock, eager to wrap your lips around the leaking, red tip, but his hand in your hair holds you back before you take it into your mouth.

“As much as I would love to see you choke and cry with your pretty lips around my cock, we’ll save that for another time. I need to fuck you, right now.” he says in a low voice, pupils blown with lust as he tugs you up to be face-to-face with him. “Is that alright with you, sweetheart? Can I fuck you senseless with my big cock?”

“Y–Yes, sir.” you say, nodding desperately at him.

“Good girl, now lay back on the pillows for me.” he instructs, following you onto the bed to kneel between your spread legs.

One of his large hands rests on your inner thigh while the other grasps his thick length, tugging on it lightly as he guides himself to your entrance. There’s a beat of hesitation as he slides his tip along your dripping folds, and he looks up at you for a moment.

“I’m–I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, please–please Az. Just fuck me.” you beg, hips canting up into his to make him groan loudly.

“I’m clean, too. You sure about this though, sweetheart?” he questions, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation but finding none, “Because once I start, I’m not gonna be nice, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give up this sweet cunt, you might be mine forever once I fuck you.”

“Yes–fuck, yes. I’m all yours, sir.” you say breathlessly, a pout on your lips as you beg.

“Alright, sweetheart. Now be a good girl, stay still and take what I give you, alright?” he retorts, gripping your hip as he finally slides into you with a groan. “Fuck, that’s so good, baby.”

Your mind goes blank when he bottoms out, feeling so fucking full as his cock nudges against your cervix at the perfect angle. A strangled moan falls from your lips when he starts to move, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as pleasure nearly blinds you.

“Look at you, such a good little slut.” he teases as he picks up the pace. “Already crying for me, sweetheart? Is my cock that good?”

“Y–Yes, so fucking big, sir. F–Feel so good, so–so full.” you whine, eyes squeezing shut with tears streaming down your cheeks as he continues to pound into you.

“That’s it, your tight cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it?” he grunts, one hand falling from your hip to wrap around your throat experimentally, fingers splayed over the soft skin gently for now.

Your eyes snap open at the feeling of his hand around your neck, looking at him with wide eyes as he smirks down at you mischievously. He gives your throat a squeeze then, making you moan wildly at the feeling of your breathing being constricted and relinquishing control to him. There’s a feral look in his eye at your reaction, making him chuckle while his hips connect with yours roughly.

“Ohh, look at that.” he purrs mockingly, letting his hand squeeze around your throat a little tighter now. “You like being choked don’t you?” he asks, earning a subtle nod from you, “You love it when I’m in control like this, huh? You like it when I hold you down and make you take everything I give you and take your breath away?”

“Y–Yes! Fuck, I love it so much, sir.” you reply eagerly, hips bucking up to meet his as your fingers find your clit. “I–I’m gonna cum. I’m so close, s–sir.”

“Go ahead and cum on my cock, love.” he growls, his length pumping into you relentlessly. “I’m not gonna stop until I cum deep in you, though. Gonna let you milk my cock like a good little whore and then fill you with my cum, alright?”

You can only nod, mind blank once again as your walls flutter around him while he mutters degrading yet praising things to you as he continues to bully his cock deep into you. After this second orgasm of the night, you’re on such a high that you can’t think straight anymore, only babbling nonsense falls from your lips as Azriel’s groans and the smell of your arousal fills the air.

“I’m close, sweetheart.” Azriel warns finally, pushing your own hand away from your clit to rub circles around it with the hand that’s not wrapped around your neck. “Gonna cum with me, baby?”

“Y–Yes, gonna cum on your cock, sir.” you moan, the first coherent sentence you’ve said in a few minutes, feeling that familiar coil winding in your gut once again. “C–Cum in me, please.”

That’s all the encouragement Azriel needs before he’s reaching his own high, cock fully seated in you as his hips stutter. He mutters sweet words to you under his breath as you cum with him, bodies as close together as they can be without melting into each other.

It takes Azriel a few minutes to collect himself, panting against your skin as he finally releases you from his hold and rolls off of you. He looks to you then, seeing a blissful smile plastered on your face as your eyes are halfway closed, euphoria mixing with exhaustion as you catch your breath.

“Hi, sweetheart. You did so good for me, such a good girl.” he mumbles to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you murmur to him under your breath. “Gonna go get some stuff to clean you up, alright?”

You nod tiredly at him, watching as he slides some boxers before leaving the room. He returns only a minute later with a glass of water, a wet washcloth and a makeup remover wipe. He rummages through a dresser drawer for a sleep shirt as well, setting it next to you on the bed. Your heart flutters as he sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning over to help you sit up.

“Drink for me, sweetheart.” he coaxes, smiling down at you while holding the cup of water to your lips.

You almost finish the entire glass before you pull away and he sets it on the bedside table, then gets to work wiping off your thighs. He switches the washcloth out for the makeup wipe once he’s satisfied, reaching up to clean off your face.

“I can take my makeup off, Az.” you giggle, trying to reach for the makeup wipe but he pulls it out of your reach.

“No, no. Let me.” he insists, wiping gently at your cheeks, lips and eyes to get the remnants of your makeup that wasn’t wiped away off.

You sit up fully after he finishes, reaching for the shirt he’d sat next to you in order to slide it over your body. He walks to the other side of the bed after that, pulling himself under the covers as you turn to look at him with wide eyes.

“What?” he questions, brow furrowed as you stare at him with a sad look in your eyes.

“Can–Can I stay in here with you tonight?” you ask meekly, afraid of how he might react.

“Of course, why would I kick you out, love?” he says gently, pulling the comforter up to invite you to cuddle with him. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get some rest, okay?”

You smile weakly at him before climbing up to his side, letting his arm fall around your waist as you rest your head on his chest while he presses a kiss to your forehead. You know you should be worried about what’s to come tomorrow, but in the moment, while sitting in Azriel’s warm embrace, you couldn’t care less.

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Knock, knock, knock.

The most peaceful sleep Azriel has had in months is interrupted by an incessant knocking on the front door of the apartment. He groans loudly before opening his eyes while rolling over, eyes falling onto your sleeping form.

His heart skips a beat at the sight of you snuggled into his comforter, chest rising and falling steadily as you sleep peacefully in his fucking bed. Warmth fills his chest as he admires you, but is soon interrupted by another annoying knock on the front door. He leans down then, pressing a kiss to your temple that makes you giggle softly in your sleep, before sneaking out of the bed to slip a pair of sweats on to open the door.

The front door swings open to reveal Nesta and Cassian on the other side, both with amused expressions on their faces and bags filled with food in their hands.

“What do you guys want?” Azriel questions, narrowing his eyes on the couple.

Nesta shoulders past him, pushing into the apartment to make her way into the kitchen to rummage through the bags of food at the kitchen island.

“Excuse you,” Azriel scoffs, internally cringing as his mind flashes back to what he’d done on that very counter the night before. “Who said you could just barge in here like this?”

“It’s Saturday morning, we always have breakfast with you guys and neither you or your roommate were answering your phones, so we thought we’d just come over.” Nesta says casually. “Where is Y/N anyways?”

“Sleeping.” Azriel says too quickly, panic spreading through his chest as he watches the couple make themselves at home, knowing that you’ll likely wake up soon and have to face them as you walk out of his bedroom. “Why don’t I just let you know when she wakes up and you guys can just come back when we’re ready?”

“Sleeping? Where?” Cassian says incredulously, glancing at Y/N’s bedroom, noting the open door and empty, perfectly made bed before realization falls over his face. “No fucking way.”

“Cassian, I swear to the fucking Gods–”

“What? What just happened?” Nesta questions, finally looking up from the counter and to Azriel, noting his mussed hair and the ghost of a lipstick stain on the corner of his jaw. “Holy fuck. You guys finally did it.”

“Can you both shut the fuck up?” Azriel interjects, a frown etched onto his face as he glares at the couple. “Yes, we fucked. It was a heat of the moment thing and–and we haven’t really discussed what happens next. So I’d appreciate if neither of you were here when she wakes up so I can actually say what I need to say without you two fuckers staring at me expectantly.”

“Are you finally gonna confess that you’ve been in love with her since you first met her and that you can’t stand the thought of her being with anyone else but you?” Cassian questions with a knowing smirk, earning a withering glare from Azriel. “What? Those are your drunken words, not mine!”

“I don’t know what the hell I’m going to say yet, but I know that you both need to get out of here.” he hisses, starting to usher the couple out. “Breakfast is on me today, repayment for bailing on you guys, okay? Just request me the money and get the hell out of here. You two will be the first to know about what happens, I’m sure.”

Both Cassian and Nesta make their way out of the apartment begrudgingly, leaving Azriel alone to walk back to his bedroom. You’re still asleep when he walks in, but stir slightly when he closes the door and slides under the covers next to you. Your eyes flutter open only moments after he presses his body against yours, your brow furrows as you take in your surroundings, obviously forgetting what happened last night in your post-sleep haze. Eventually, you look over to him, an expression somewhere between a frown and a half-smile on your face.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, giving you space to sit up in the bed as you stretch your limbs and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Morning,” you say with a tired smile, a blush creeping up on your cheeks as you look over at him. “I–I almost forgot about last night.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles, smiling down at you adoringly, “I definitely didn’t.”

You’re silent for a moment, mind whirring as you think of what to say to him. Your chest feels like it’s going to cave in at the thought of Az wanting to continue being your fuck-buddy, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle being sexually involved without romantic involvement with him. It would fuel your crush way too fucking much. You tell yourself that you just need to lie to his face and say that it was a mistake, that it didn’t mean anything, but he speaks before you get a chance to let your word vomit come out.

“Okay, okay. I can see you internally freaking out already.” Azriel chuckles nervously, fully sitting up in the bed before reaching out to cup your cheek and get your attention. You look up at him and his hazel eyes are swimming with a mix of wonder and nervousness. “Let’s talk about it, okay? I, for one, had a really good time last night.”

“I–I did too.” you stammer, heart pounding against your ribs as your stomach churns. “B–But I can’t do it again.”

“And why is that?” he questions, a frown pulling his lips down.

“Because I know you don’t want anything out of this, I–I know you wouldn’t want to be involved with me romantically and–and I can’t handle that.” you say, forcing yourself to look away from him, eyes focused on the comforter in front of you instead.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s not want at all.” he starts, shaking his head rapidly. “I want to be involved with you romantically, I was drunk and upset when I said that it would be a ridiculous idea to ask you out. I only said that because I thought you didn’t want me. I didn’t know you felt the same and was trying to protect myself. But–But now that I know you feel the same and that I hurt you by saying that, I’ll work my ass off every day to prove to you that this is not some meaningless fooling around and that I need you in my life. That I need to wake up next to you every morning and that I think I might’ve been falling for you since I met you in all honesty. I need you to know that you mean so much to me and I’m not just here for some quick fuck, okay?”

“I–I,” you stammer, at a loss for words at his confession. “You better not be lying to me, Azriel. Because I think I’ve been falling for you for just as long.”

“Oh thank the fucking Gods.” he sighs, finally leaning down to pull you in for a sweet kiss. “I promise to prove to you every day that I’m not lying, that I’m in it for the long haul.”

You giggle against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him as close to you as possible, heart filling so fucking full as his warm lips press against yours.

“Was I dreaming earlier or did I hear someone pounding on the door a little bit ago?” you question when you pull away from the very long-winded kiss.

“It was Nes and Cass coming here for Saturday breakfast, but I told them to fuck off.” Azriel replies with a chuckle.

“Do you think we should go tell them what happened?” you ask, eyes wide as you think of your friends finding out about you sleeping in Azriel’s bed without you knowing.

“I think they’ll get the memo if we take the day to spend by ourselves, don’t you?” he retorts, peppering soft kisses down your neck.

“I definitely agree,” you giggle, leaning into his embrace, “I don’t know if I wanna leave this bed today.”

“I definitely agree.” Azriel mimics, laying down on the bed and pulling you up to straddle his waist. “I have just a few things I’d like to do instead of visiting with them.”

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