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The Light Emissary - Azxriel x fem!reader (Chapter 3)

Helloooo! Ready for the chapter 3 ! I added a bit of more details in my description this time! Let me know if you prefer it like that or before! Please, leave some comments or a like, I would love you forever! Happy reading! Summary: It's Y/N turn to fill her Highlords on details. Has she found anything regarding the new threat? Rating: 18+ Warning: Still no smut yet. You are waiting I know... It's coming in future chapter. Also violence, bad langages and all.

Previous chapter --------------------------------- Y/N P.O.V

I watch Azriel disappear into the dark in front of me. I am still feeling a bit shaken up by what just happened. The dark presence lingered just beyond the edge of perception, a suffocating weight pressing against my senses. It carried with it a chill that sank into the bones, a cold that wasn’t just a lack of warmth but a void, an absence of life itself. I have the impression that his presence didn't attack outright—it didn’t need to. It fed on fear, on the growing paranoia that it might, at any moment, step out of the darkness and make itself known. Its power lay in its subtlety, in its ability to erode the psyche, gnawing away at courage until nothing but dread remained. A faint tremble remained and I winnowed away back to the palace.

Once my feet hit the ground of my bedroom, a relief washes over me. My shoulders slump and I let myself fall onto my bed. I look at the ceiling, the small light of the dawn reflecting on the white marble. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to regulate my breathing. Everything is fine. I am fine. I raise again and start to peel my black clothes off my body. I move under the sheets of my bed. It’s a grand canopy bed that stood at the center of the room, its frame carved from pale, polished wood adorned with delicate motifs of blooming flowers and radiant sunbursts. The canopy is draped in layers of translucent fabrics, white and gold, that ripple gently in the faintest breeze, creating an almost celestial aura. I need to rest, need to shake that feeling of exhaustion and fear before confronting Helion with what I’ve learned…

*** 

After a few hours of sleep, I am back on my feet, clad in my usual Day Court armor. My armor is a radiant blend of artistry and strength, forged from gold-toned metals that shimmered like sunlight. The breastplate featured intricate engravings of sunbursts and blooming flowers, radiating warmth and vitality. Shoulder guards flared gracefully, resembling solar flares, while sleek gauntlets and greaves bore delicate carvings and inlaid amber stones that glowed faintly, as if infused with the sun's energy.

Beneath the gleaming metal, golden chainmail provided flexibility and added brilliance. A flowing, weightless cloak of gold and ivory cascaded from my shoulders, its embroidered flame-like edges catching the light with every movement, making the wearer a living embodiment of the Day Court's luminous power.

I walk at a fast pace towards Helion’s office at the far back of the palace. I need to go on with my research on this dark magic. I knock softly on the door once I reach my destination. I am fidgeting a bit at the threshold, feeling still a bit off. I hear some rustling, then the door creaks open. Helion’s smile is bright as he peers into my face.

“Morning, darling.”

He said in a purr, his voice pure velvet. He moves to the side and mentions with his hand for me to come in. I roll my eyes when he doesn’t see me and stand in front of his desk. Helion follows me and leans against the tabletop. take a good look at the male before me. He is a figure of striking beauty and commanding presence, exuding an effortless charisma that makes him impossible to ignore. His skin gleams like burnished gold, a testament to the sun's touch, and his warm, amber eyes shimmer with a mischievous spark, as if he’s perpetually on the edge of a wickedly clever remark.

His hair, dark as the night but streaked with threads of gold that catch the light, falls in soft, tousled waves, framing a face both regal and roguishly charming. His smile is radiant, seductive, and disarming, hinting at the passion and confidence that define him. Helion's build is strong and athletic, a balance of grace and power that mirrors the unyielding yet life-giving nature of his court.

His clothing is nothing short of spectacular—flowing fabrics of white and gold that shimmer with every movement, tailored to perfection and often leaving little to the imagination. Embellishments of sun motifs and golden thread work adorn his attire, a reflection of his pride in his court and its light-filled splendor.

Helion’s presence is magnetic, radiating warmth and vitality that draw people into his orbit. He is a man of knowledge, a lover of both books and pleasures, with a sharp intellect that matches his playful demeanor. But beneath his charm lies the unwavering strength and brilliance of the Day Court's High Lord—a being as fierce and radiant as the sun he represents.

“Mistiel told me about that mission of yours… with the Shadowsingers. I thought you would inform me of your plans before acting on them.”

There is still this mischief in his eyes, but his voice is more commanding, more tense. I sigh. Of course, Mistiel would have told him everything. His loyalty to Helion is above anything, even keeping a secret for a childhood friend. I clear my throat before answering. 

“Yes, but I thought it was wiser to investigate further before coming empty handed. I wanted to bring information to you and be sure there was something worth your time, my Lord.”

I say with a certain determination, repeating the words I said to Mistiel earlier. Helion nods briefly. He raises from his leaning position and moves closer to me. He grabs my chin to force my gaze into his.

“Everything you do is important to me, Y/N.”

I tense under his stare and from his words. I nod and he releases me.

“So, I guess that since you are here, you have interesting news to share.”

He turns and walks around his desk. He sits at the massive chair behind his golden desk. I nod once more, swallowing nervously. 

“I do…”

I start to explain every detail of the mission from the meeting with Azriel at the border of the Night Court to us winnowing away in urgency at the Day Court. Helion’s smile turns into a thin line and he rubs his chin by the end of the story.

“Dark magic that can take control of individuals… I haven’t seen this or heard about this before. You were not able to cleave it with your powers?”

He asked, voice filled with concerns.

“No. I was stuck in place, unable to do anything. I am lucky he wanted me to deliver you a message. if not…”

I don’t want to finish the rest of my sentence. Helion rises in a swift motion.

“Very well, then. The libraries are at your disposal for research. Let’s keep this to ourselves for now… and the Night Court. I don’t want to alarm the rest of Prythian or else, this ‘thing’ will know we won’t stand down and may very well act on his threats.“

He waves towards the door, disposing of me. I bow to the waist and leave his office. Library it is, but first, no need for formal attire anymore… I go back quickly to my room and change into a simple yet efficient dressIt is crafted from flowing, lightweight fabric in shades of cream, designed to reflect the light and keep the wearer cool. The bodice is fitted, with subtle sunburst embroidery along my neckline, while the skirt flows freely around me, allowing ease of movement. A thin, golden belt cinches my waist, and the dress is sleeveless, with elegant straps that evoke rays of sunlight. Its beauty lies in its understated design, combining comfort and grace with a touch of radiant charm. Finally, relieved of the weight of my armor, I leave my room heading straight for the biggest library of the Day Court.

***

A couple of days later, I am still seated at the table, in the middle of the library. The surroundings are tranquil and radiant, with towering bookshelves filled with tomes lining the room. Warm sunlight filters through the windows, casting a soft glow that enhances the serene and intellectual ambiance of the area. Piles and piles of books are stacked around me on the table. My eyes are moving down the pages at an impressive speed. The place is quiet, save for the faint rustling of papers on the desk where I sat, focused and unaware. I didn’t notice the subtle shift in the air behind me, the quiet sound of a presence approaching.

The first hint is the faintest breath, brushing my neck like a ghost’s touch, sending a ripple of awareness through me. My body stiffened as the warmth of someone close enveloped my back, my pulse quickening in response. The whisper came next, low and impossibly close, the words vibrating softly against the shell of my ear.

“Found anything interesting?”, came the voice, smooth and deliberate, wrapping around me like silk. My breath hitches, caught between surprise and something deeper. I turn to face the owner of this smooth voice.

“Azriel! You scared me!”

I answer immediately with a hand on my heart. I smile faintly as I see a small smile displayed on his beautiful lips. He moves next to me to sit down by my right. 

“So?”

He raises a brow, his eyes looking over what I am currently reading. 

“I think I found something actually.”

I look around to see some scholars passing by with books in hand. I leave my seat and grab the book I was reading. I look towards Azriel and dip my head for him to follow me. He turns serious, then follows me to a more secluded area of the library. We slip between different bookshelves. I feel the gentle shift of air as he moves closer, his presence like a warm current that wraps around me. My heartbeat quickens slightly, not from fear, but from the quiet intensity of the moment. I hold the book against my chest and look into his hazel eyes.

“In this book, it talks about dark beings able to control others with a single snap of the fingers. Remind you of someone?”

I say with a voice so low that Azriel leans further towards me, pressing a scarred hand next to my head against the bookshelf behind me. I clear my throat a bit and continue, my voice barely a whisper.

“It says that those ‘things’ are feeding on magic and can only affect people who have magic. When they act on others, they gain control over them. That’s what I felt when I was not able to move at all.”

Azriel’s eyes turn cold and calculating. I can see that he is trying to assess everything. 

“Where are they from?”

I lower my gaze towards the book.

“It says that they are not part of this world…”

He closes his eyes for a brief moment, clearly being torn apart by what I just said. I take the moment to observe him. His face was a masterpiece of contrasts: sharp cheekbones carved by shadow and light, a strong jawline softened by the curve of his lips.

Then, his eyes open again. Those eyes bear into mine and hold me captive—dark, enigmatic pools that seemed to hide secrets older than time. They glinted with something unreadable, a flicker of intensity that made my heartbeat stutter. His gaze isn’t cold this time, but it isn’t warm either. It lingers on me as though it could see beyond my exterior, piercing through the layers of my thoughts and defenses.

The faintest trace of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, as though he knew the effect he had, but he gives nothing away. 

I cannot tear my eyes away. There was something about him—something dangerous, something magnetic—that made the world fade into the background. He wasn’t just beautiful; he was captivating, like a dark star pulling her into his orbit. And at that moment, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to resist or let herself be consumed.  His scarred hand lifts to meet my cheek and his fingers brush it softly. I feel his gaze shift, no longer meeting my eyes but settling lower, lingering. My breath is caught, an awareness spreading through me like a warm tide. His attention is fixed on my lips, deliberate and unyielding, as if he is reading something there that I haven’t spoken aloud.

The intensity of his focus sends a subtle heat rising to my cheeks, my pulse quickening in response. I resist the urge to press my lips together tightly or look away, the weight of his gaze making me hyper-aware of every movement, every breath. I have the impression that he is leaning towards me as a faint cough is heard at the end of the alley of bookshelves. Azriel blinks a couple of times before putting some reasonable distance between us. I look towards the sound, a scholar is facing us, frowning and a disapproving look on her face. I lower my gaze and start to move back to my table, Azriel following me closely. 

“I know someone who could enlighten us about beings coming from other worlds.”

He says, voice low enough so only me can catch his words. I nod without turning towards him, my cheeks are aflame and I am certain that I am bright red. What just happened back there?

[camillechan]

The light Emissary - Azriel x fem!reader (Chapter 2)

Hey guys! Chapter 2, here we go! Have fun reading and pleaaaase, pleaaaase, leave comments! You don't know how it motivates writer to continue! Thank you! ~

Summary: Mission is not going as intended, who is this dark figure? Are they in trouble?

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Some swearing, (Still incoming sexy times, violence and all that jazz)

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Azriel P.O.V

How could I have not felt this darkness ? Truth-Teller is already unsheathed in my hand. A dark figure stands at the entrance of the tent shrouded in a thick, ominous aura, radiating an unsettling energy that seems to corrupt the air around him. His cloak, made of tattered black fabric, drapes heavily over his form, concealing his movements and adding to his menacing presence. The hood is pulled low, veiling his face in impenetrable shadows, with only faint glints of light occasionally catching on the contours of a hidden, inhuman visage. The aura around him flickers with hints of sickly green and red, pulsating like a living entity, as if the corruption itself is drawn to him. 

He moves with a silent, predatory grace, exuding an overwhelming sense of dread and unrelenting power. The temperature seems to shift, lowering. My gaze moves from him to Y/N. She is clearly under a spell, she can’t move. 

“Release her immediately. You don’t know who you are facing.”

I grip my dagger harder, ready to strike. Shadows swirl around me, sensing the weight of the situation on my shoulder. I can hear a smile in his voice.

“Oh don’t worry. You will both leave this place alive, but before…”

With a flick of his wrist, Y/N is dragged in his arm. He has one hand against her waist and another one on her throat. My jaw clenches so hard and my heart skips a beat. Shit, what is this power? Y/N is looking at me with pleading eyes. Rage burns inside of me. He leans against her ear.

“You will give a little message to your highlords. Don’t intervene in my business or they will risk losing what they love the most.”

In a swift movement, Y/N is pushed towards me and the dark figure vanishes. I instantly drop Truth-teller to lung for her. She doesn't even have a chance to react. One moment she is standing there, and the next, I launch forward, every muscle in my body coiled and precise. My arms close around her, swift but careful, pulling her against me as if it is the most natural thing in the world. Her startled gasp brushes against my ear, and I can’t help the surge of possessive satisfaction that courses through me.

She fits perfectly in my hold, her weight effortless as I lift her off the ground, securing her against my chest. My heartbeat thunders matching the adrenaline rushing through me, but my grip is firm, protective. Her hands instinctively clutches at my shoulders, her wide eyes meeting mine for a fleeting second, a mixture of surprise and something unspoken passing between us

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

My eyes search her face for any sign of pain or remaining magic. She shakes her head, still a bit shocked from what just happened. I release her just long enough to grab back my weapon and sheath it. 

“We need to leave, right now.”

I can hear some rustling outside the tent, probably soldiers coming to finish their master business. I bring her body close to mine once more and winnow us away. 

***

We appear at our usual meeting spot, the same beach as before close to the Day Court. I am still holding her close. Her scent is driving me wild. Warm, intoxicating, and utterly unique, a perfect blend of something soft and sweet, with a faint edge that set my blood humming.

It is maddening, the way it seeps into my senses, sparking a primal instinct I have difficulty to control. My entire body reacts, my pulse quickening, heat spreading through me like wildfire. I inhale deeply, greedily, letting the scent carve itself into my very being, claiming me as much as I want to claim her, but I can’t lose control. I move away and put some distances between us.

“I should I’ve known better. Of course, they would have known we were coming. Drakon and Miryam sacked their last camp…”

I run my hand through my dark hair, releasing a breath. Shadows are still dancing around me, sensing my anxiety. Y/N is still looking at me with haunted eyes. I step towards her and place my hand on her arm.

“No more stupid mission. I’ll send my spy. We need to research this kind of magic. It’s not something I have seen before. Have you? “

Y/N is finally moving, putting a distance between us. Her breaths come shallow at first, uneven and shaky, like she can’t quite convince her lungs to work. But slowly, something shifts. A spark of clarity breaks through the haze, pulling her back into the present.

Her trembling hands clenched into fists, her nails biting into her palms as if grounding herself in the sensation. She closes her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to take a deeper breath. 

“It’s my fault if we almost got killed.”

That’s what she is thinking in that beautiful head of hers. I shake my head and walk by her side.

“No, it’s not. We were clearly not prepared enough, both you and I.”

She sighs and taps her waist.

“Damn, I forgot my daggers there…”

I watch her face masked with annoyance. She still looks so pretty, the moon faintly illuminating her smooth skin. My scarred hands turn into fist by my side preventing me from reaching and touching her. Her eyes scan mine for a second and her traits relax a bit. I blink, trying to regain my composure and cough. 

“I am going to go tell Rhysand. He needs to know what is going on. You should do the same with Helion.”

I turn on my heels to move away. Before I vanished into the darkness, shadows dancing by by side, I could hear her voice.

“I’ll research on my side at the library of the Day Court, see if there is some information about this dark magic.”

***

My tall, shadow-cloaked form materializes mid-air in a swirl of inky darkness. My massive, bat-like wings flare wide, catching the moonlight as the shadows rippling around me solidify into a silent, lethal presence. My cobalt siphons glow faintly on my hands and shoulders, pulsing with restrained power. Behind me, the silver and obsidian tendrils of the Night Court magic fade, leaving only a sense of foreboding stillness in his wake. In front of me, the River house is dimly lit, the dawn is a breath away, its promise lingering on the horizon. I move forwards to enter the sleeping building. No sound can be heard. I move silently towards Rhysand and Feyre’s room. I know I should probably let them sleep for the rest of the night, but this is too urgent to wait. Turning into the hallway, I notice a faint light under Rhysand’s office door. I raise a brow and stop in front of it. I knock faintly.

“Come in.”

Rhysand’s voice is above a whisper. I open the door to reveal an unshelved, tried male. I can feel his tiredness immediately and I move closer to his desk.

“Haven’t you slept, Rhys?”

I ask, with concern in my voice. The tall lean male passes a shaky hand in his untame hair and sighs.

“I couldn’t… not with everything happening. If we can’t find the Cauldron, we may be at the brink of another war… With Nyx… I can’t…”

He stops, clearly thinking the worst. 

“Please, tell me you have good news.”

His eyes are reflecting the pleading in his eyes. It’s been a while since I saw him like this. The usual mischief gone, replaced by the fierce protectiveness for those he loves. I lower my gaze.

“Sadly, no.”

I try to keep my cool exterior, trying to hide the inner turmoil raging inside me. After almost losing Y/N and now, seeing Rhysand like this.

“Actually, it’s worse than we thought…”

Rhysand’s power starts to irradiate from him, dangerous and unforgiving. I look back into his piercing violet eyes and explain everything that happened at the camp, without forgetting any details. Whether it was about all the soldiers who were present to this evil presence that almost took Y/N from me. By the end of my tell, Rhysand grabs everything from his desk and throws it on the ground with such force. I don’t flinch, one bit. With a snap of his fingers, a map appears on top of his oak desk. He points it out.

“Marks the red dots on it. We need to know what it means.”

He orders me with his commanding high lord’s voice. I nod and comply.

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The light Emissary - Azriel x fem!reader (Chapter 1)

Hi guys! Here I am! Back for more actions! The first chapter after the prologue of my fanfic! Please, don't hesitate to leave comments about how you feel, how is it written and how I can improve myself!

Summary: Azriel and Y/N are suppose to meet at nightfall to do an under cover mission. Will they be able to seek what they need?

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Nothing also on this chapter, but for the incoming sexy times, violence and all that jazz.

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Chapter 1:

Y/N P.O.V

As soon as I arrive at the Day Court, I walk at a determined pace towards the armory. The interior of the Day Court palace is a masterpiece of light, gold, and elegance, designed to embody the eternal brilliance of the sun. Vast halls are bathed in a warm, golden glow that radiates from the walls, creating an ethereal and divine atmosphere. Polished marble floors shimmer in tones of pale gold and cream, veined with silver that catches the sunlight streaming through towering arched windows. High, vaulted ceilings are adorned with frescoes of sunny skies, soaring birds, and glowing celestial bodies, framed by intricate gold and white plasterwork. 

Magical golden orbs provide illumination when sunlight fades, ensuring no corner is ever cast in shadow. The Grand Hall boasts a breathtaking sunburst chandelier of enchanted glass and gold as I pass through it. Every element of the palace—from the glowing plants to the subtle floral fragrances—exudes tranquility, warmth, and timeless beauty, embodying the ideals of clarity and radiance that define the Day Court.

Everything I own, from my armors and weapons to my clothes, reflects the same description of this place. I need to find something suitable for the incoming mission. Something that will fit  for a spy. I have a feeling it won’t be easy to find what I need, but we do have spies in the Day Court, don’t we? As I reach the door, a messenger from Helion catches me before I enter. Mistiel, a childhood friend of mine. As my eyes set on his face, I remember our first encounter.

He had always been a whirlwind of sunshine and laughter, his golden locks catching the light with every playful tilt of his head. From the moment we met, he seemed to embody the very essence of joy, his presence like a warm breeze on a crisp day. His eyes, a sparkling shade of amber, held a mischief that was both endearing and infectious. There was a charm to him, not just in his radiant smile but in the way he seemed to find humor and light in the smallest things.

Growing up with him was like being tethered to a storm of energy—always moving, always laughing, always dreaming. He had an uncanny ability to lift my spirits, whether it was with a clever quip or a spontaneous adventure. His laugh was the kind that made others join in without knowing why, a bubbling, unrestrained sound that could pierce through even the darkest moods.

Despite his effervescent nature, there was a depth to him that he rarely let others see. In quiet moments, when it was just the two of us under the starlit sky, he would share his hopes, fears, and dreams with an openness that felt like a gift. He had a heart too big for his own good, always putting others first, always searching for ways to make the world brighter for those around him.

He was a contradiction—bubbly and carefree on the surface, yet fiercely loyal and protective underneath. I could never decide if his golden hair was more fitting as a reflection of his sunny disposition or the warmth of his soul. 

“Y/N, you are back. I could sense your arrival. How was the meeting with that spymaster?”

His voice brings me back to the present. The blond male is smiling faintly, but I can tell he is annoyed. His slender body is tense and his hands are in fists at his side.

“Good. We are gonna investigate my lead tonight.”

I tell him nonchalantly. He sighs and passes a hand in his short hair.

“It’s a bad idea. I know we are “allies” with the Night Court, but we can’t trust them fully. You shouldn’t put yourself in danger. Have you told our High Lord of that mission of yours?”

He reprimands me now. I furrow my brows and cross my arms on my chest. What happened to that warm boy I thought about a moment ago. It’s me who is annoyed now.

“You can’t tell me what I can or cannot do. I don’t want to waste Helion’s time if the mission leads to nothing.”

Since I outrank him, Mistiel backs down.

“Fine, but be careful.”  

He turns gracefully on his heels and leaves me there. What is going on with these males about being careful ? I know how to take care of myself. I shake my head and enter the armory. I look around carefully. 

The Day Court armory is a radiant haven of light and precision, where functionality meets artistry. Sunlight streams through narrow windows, amplified by enchanted mirrors, illuminating rows of golden plate armor adorned with delicate sunburst and floral engravings. 

The air carries a faint metallic tang, mingled with the scent of polished wood and leather. Weapons are masterpieces—swords with sun stone-inlaid hilts, golden-tipped arrows, and bows strung with enchanted silk. Shields gleam with radiant sunbursts, while enchanted items like speed-enhancing bracers and light-shielding cloaks add a magical edge. The armory embodies the court’s ideals of brilliance and grace, preparing warriors to shine like the sun in battle. 

But, shining in battle is clearly not what I have in mind for an undercover mission. I sigh and start to shuffle objects around. A mess later, I finally find a black leather armor that is sleek and form-fitting, designed for agility and stealth. Its surface is smooth yet durable, reinforced with subtle etchings of shadowy patterns that seem to shift in the light. 

I grab two twin black daggers that are equally menacing, their blades sharp and gleaming with a faint, dark sheen. The hilts are wrapped in textured leather for a secure grip, with understated designs that hint at deadly precision. Together, the armor and daggers exude an aura of lethal elegance, perfect for a shadowy warrior. Exactly what I need. Relieved that I have found what I need, I leave the room fully armored. I have the impression it will be a rough night.

***

As agreed and on time, I winnow to the Night Court border, the rendezvous point. I am fully prepared for what is coming and can’t wait to confirm my suspicion. I hope we will be able to find the information we are looking for to locate the damn Cauldron. I look around to see if Azriel is already here. As if on cue, the shadow clung to him like a second skin as he materialized from the darkness. I can see his eyes rake over my attire, noting the daggers at my waist. His slick voice pierces the silence of the night.

“Good, you’re prepared.” 

He murmured, voice low. He moves closer to me.

“We will fly there. We will be able to assess the area from the air.”

He unfurls his wings, the membrane dark against the night sky. Without any warning, he steps closer, strong arms encircling my waist.

“Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

He whispers into my ears sending shivers down my spine. He lifts me against his chest. My pulse quickens at the contact of his body against mine, but I don’t have much time to focus on the feeling since we launch into the sky. I grip his shirt, to pull myself closer. I have never flown with him before. The wind whipped around us as Azriel’s powerful wings cut through the sky. He held me close, his scarred hands firm but gentle. After a few moments, his voice resonated deep in my chest, his warm breath on my ear.

“We are approaching the area. I’ll put you down and go back to scout a bit. Hang it tight, we are landing.”

His muscles tensed as he began our descent, shadows swirling around us to conceal our approach. We land into a forest.As soon as our feet touch the ground, he releases me. I instantly feel the cold breeze of the night hit my back. 

“I’m gonna go scout, hide. I’ll be right back.”

He launches once more into the air. I watch him disappear concealed by his shadow. I turn around to assess my surroundings. The towering trees from this forest form a dense canopy, blocking all but the faintest glimmers of moonlight. The air is cool and heavy with the earthy scent of moss and damp leaves. Soft rustlings and distant calls of nocturnal creatures echo, their sounds amplified by the eerie silence. The ground is uneven, covered in a mix of gnarled roots and fallen foliage, while patches of mist swirl low among the trunks, adding an otherworldly feel. 

I place an hand on one of my daggers to reassure myself. I move a bit forwards, knowing the camp should be close by. Suddenly, a twig snaps nearby. In one fluid motion, Azriel is already back and pulls me behind a tree, pressing me against the bark. His body is shielding mine, wings half-unfurled. 

“Guards.”

He breathed, lips barely moving. 

“Two of them, armed.”

My heart is racing one mile an hour. I try to keep my breathing low. I can feel some kind of tug in my chest at the proximity of our bodies. I can feel the weight of his chest against mine and his scent… I close my eyes to try and regain my composure.

“When I give the signal, we move. Silent as death, understood ? Follow me close.“

His hazel eyes are locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. I want to stay hidden against him, but I need to focus on the mission. I peer into his eyes.

“Lead the way, Spymaster.”

He nods, giving me the signal. He moves silently, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. His scarred hand reaches the lower of my back and guides me forwards. We move in the dark. I follow him as we approach a dim lighted camp. Two guards are monitoring the entrance.

“I was able to see from the airborne view at least thirty soldiers in there. At the center of the camp, there is a war tent. Probably where we can find the information we need.”

His voice is above a whisper, he is still close, too close. With the shadows at his command, we pass through the entrance without much problems. We move fast, but quietly towards the tent he mentioned. Strangely, the entrance of the tent is not guarded. I look towards Azriel.

“This is weird, why isn’t it guarded?”

He hums as an answer and his kneen eyes scanning a bit more carefully the area. He pushed a bit more in my lower back.

“Let’s go. If something happens, I'll get us out.”

As we reached the entrance, he lifted his hand to stop me from moving further.

“Lay low, I will go check if it’s safe.”

I crouch and hide myself in the shadow of the tent. Azriel moves inside with grace. I wait for a couple of minutes, before his voice calls me from inside.

“It’s safe. Come in.”

I enter in a swift motion, my eyes adjusting to the soft light in the tent. I watch around. Two guards are unconscious on the ground. Azriel is already searching through bookshelves that are placed against the wall.

“Let’s hurry. I’ll search here, go look towards that table.”

He points towards a huge table at the center of the place. I walk closer without any noises and start looking at the paper sprayed on it. There are some texts irrelevants, but by moving the documents around, I find a map marked with red dots written across Prythian. 

“Azriel! Come and look at this.”

In an instant, he stands next to me, his eyes intensely watching the map.

“What are those?”

I can see he is thinking fast, trying to figure out what those red dots mean. Suddenly, I feel a dark energy pulsing from behind. As I get my daggers out, my body feels rigid. I drop my daggers on the ground. Azriel is now facing the direction of my frozen stare. Then, a voice, rich and dark, can be heard.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here ? An Illyrian and a kitten in my tent. Interesting…”

My eyes widen, we are in trouble.

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The light Emissary - Azriel x fem!reader (Prologue)

Hello guys! It's the first time I am sharing a fanfic I wrote on Tumblr, so please be patient with him. This is a new serie I try with Azriel x Y/N

Summary: Azriel found his mate, but she doesn't seem to know yet. She is part of the Day Court and their emissary. They often meet to give each others reports about their Courts to keep in track with their alliance. Usually, the meetings are brief, but this time, Y/N has a dangerous news to share.

Warnings: nothing much for this chapter, but eventual smut, combat. Rating: 18+

Next chapter ---------------------- Prologue

Since the end of the War, everything was calm at the Night Court. Azriel is waiting as the usual meeting spot, arms crossed over his chest. He is waiting for the Day Court Emissary, Y/N. They have been meeting for a while now to keep track of the alliance between their Courts. Their usual meeting spot is a beach, near the Day Court Palace. 

The place is a breathtaking expanse of shimmering golden sands, gently kissed by the warmth of the perpetual sun. The shoreline is lined with smooth, sunlit rocks that glow faintly under the bright daylight. The waves are crystalline, their turquoise hues reflecting the radiance of the sky above, creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and water. The air is imbued with the subtle fragrance of saltwater mixed with the sweet aroma of blooming tropical flowers.

In the distance, the Day Court palace stands as a majestic beacon, its golden spires and intricate carvings visible even from the beach. The structure appears almost as if it's part of the sunlit world itself, blending seamlessly with the glow of the day. Small streams and waterfalls trickle down from the palace's elevated terraces, flowing into the beachside lagoons.

The beach exudes a tranquil energy, with the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore creating a soothing harmony. It's a place of peace and light, a true reflection of the Day Court's radiant essence.

Since the first time he saw her, something snapped into place within his heart. A rush of emotions had flooded his senses—love, awe, and a terrifying depth of vulnerability. There was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that tethered him to her, making it impossible to look away or resist.

The bond felt like a warm, tingling sensation spreading across his chest, wrapping around his heart, and grounding deep within his soul. 

He clearly knew what all of this meant, but she didn’t hint that she was also aware. Whenever she was close, his restraint seemed to lower. Her scent, lemon and water hyacinth, are filling his senses. It’s hard to resist, but he knows best than to act on his pure instinct. Azriel releases a breath, will it be difficult this time again? While he moves up his gaze, Y/N winnows in front of him, a tight smile plastered on her face. Az brows furrow. Something is apparently wrong this time. His heartbeat quickens immediately. She moves towards him in a graceful walk, her long blond hair shimmering in the light. The sea breeze pushes her scent towards him. His scarred hands turn into fist by his side.

« Azriel. »

Y/N P.O.V

I look at him. He seems tense, probably sensing my mood. I have bad news to give him. I peer into his handsome face. His eyes darken as he looks intensely at me. He is clad in his dark armor. Azriel's armor is crafted from dark, polished metal, designed to be both lightweight and durable for swift aerial combat. It has an almost shadowy sheen, reflecting his affinity for stealth and his role as a spymaster. His seven siphons are on display. The blue of the jewels seems to glow faintly as his mood shifts.

“What is it? “

He asked with a deep voice. My heart skips a beat at his tone. I sigh and move a bit closer, so I don’t have to lower my voice too much.

“Bad news. Something happened to the Cauldron. It has been stolen from Drakon and Miryam. “

The second the words leave my mouth, his eyes widen, a flicker of alarm passing through them.

“Stolen? “

He repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. The shadows around him seem to darken.

“How is that possible? Their island has remained hidden for centuries. When did this happen? Do you have any leads on who might be responsible?”

His tone is urgent, but he keeps his volume low, aware of potential eavesdroppers. I nod pacing in front of him in a nervous gesture.

“That’s the problem. It was stolen without them even noticing. They knew it was stolen probably a day too late. At least, Miryam and Drakon spies were able to locate a camp of Hybern sympathizers. They destroyed it and searched it, but nothing. Our bestw guess is they probably want to use the Cauldron to bring back their dead King.”

I can see his jaw clenching, shadow writhing around his scarred hands. He moves a bit closer to me. A small shiver runs down my spine at the closeness and the dark vibes that radiate from him.

“Who else knows about this?”

I cross my arms and lower my voice once more.

“My high Lord and me, for now.”

He turns around, his wings rustling softly.

“We need to move fast. I have contacts who might be able to trace the Cauldron.”

He faces me again, his eyes softening a bit.

“You need to be careful if these sympathizers learn you’re onto them…”

His hand twitches, almost reaching for mine, before he seems to catch himself.

“I’ll inform Rhysand immediately. In the meantime, watch your back.”

He turns as if he is about to winnow away, but I grab his arm quickly. He turns around and his stare focuses on my touch on him. He slowly lifts his gaze to mine.

“Wait. I may have a lead on where to search again.”

I lower my hand, my cheeks getting flushed by his intense gaze on my face.

“I located a second camp, close to Under the Mountain. There are multiple soldiers, I would say around 20. I don’t think this is where they are keeping the Cauldron, but we may find interesting information there. I need your help to get there.”

His face dropped at the location, but he regained his composure.

“Fine. I can shroud us in the shadows, but you will need to always stick close to me, understand?”

I nod and smile faintly.

“When do we go?”

I ask seriously.

“Let’s prepare. Meet me at the border of the Night Court. And… be careful until then.”

I see something pass through his fierce gaze. He looks like he is restraining himself from telling me something. I move closer again, invading his personal space.

“Is there something you are not telling me? You seem tense.”

Azriel froze, shadow coiling tightly around him. His jaw clenched, eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and something else…

“Tense? I’m always tense, Y/N. It’s part of the job.”

He growls, voice low and dangerous, then backs away and turns. He looks over his shoulder, his wings moving close to his back.

“I’ll see you at nightfall. Don’t be late.”

Then he winnows away.

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This is *crap*. Sorry but I'm really but really tired of people being offended like non-stop by everything. This is beyond comprehension. Marvel had shown a ton of character with PTSD in the past and handled it well. This case is different. So stop complaining about every freaking things in movies because I will tell you, you will never stop. Thor was a overconfident character in the past and seeing this side of him is clearly a payback. But he still kept going and stayed a superhero even in this shape. So please people, stop being offended by everything in life or you will never stop being unhappy. #out

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Not The Time (pt.4)

Summary: After not seeing Bucky Barnes in what felt like forever you find yourself with him in the middle of a chaotic situation. Definitely not the time to reminisce about your past with him. 

A/N: Ok, can i just tell you guys something? I had the idea for this story in my head for the last half a year. I just kept thinking about it but was always too scared to actually write it and post it. So seeing all your comments and likes and reblogs makes me unbelievably happy. THANK YOU ALL SERIOUSLY! I hope you like this chapter. Its got some fluff! and more background!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 

“Ok,” you said. “I’ll go with you.”

Bucky’s eyes immediately lit up after hearing your response. You were coming with him. He would get to see you, maybe even speak more to you on the flight back home. Knowing this made him unbelievably happy but something deep inside him stirred. An uneasy feeling that he didn’t want to focus on yet knew he had to accept. The only reason you hadn’t been next to him for almost a year was because he had left. His decision to walk away from you had destroyed everything you two had built up. Every building block that had been placed with love, delicacy, and care as your relationship blossomed had been knocked with sheer brute force as he left that night. He knew it was his fault. That nagging feeling he felt was unadulterated guilt. The need to have you close to him after he had pushed you away was more than hypocritical, it was selfish. He had begged you to come with him, knowing that having you close would give him peace of mind, but how could he be deserving of that peace? What gave him the right to ask you to come with him after he had hurt you?

“I’m just going to say goodbye to them,” your voice interrupted this downward spiral and he saw you pointing towards the area that was currently being picked up. “I won’t be long.”

He felt the guilt rising. Maybe he should just give you the opportunity to stay behind with your friends if you wanted. He was completely torn. He wanted you so close but felt like that was a gift he had not deserved.

“I already said yes, Bucky” you said.

He looked up at you with a questioning look in his eyes.

“We could sit here and make a list ten thousand pages long of why this isn’t a great idea. But I’m exhausted. Tired of everything we all just had to see and do. So, please don’t make me analyze this decision again. Don’t analyze my decision, yourself. Lets just go.”

Amazing. Your ability to help him through all the mental turmoil he faced was utterly amazing. It had left him speechless while you were together and left him speechless now.

“OK,” he said.

———–

“Hey! What’s up doc?!” Sam said, as a giant smile appeared across his face. “You kicked ass out there!”

You and Bucky were walking up onto the jet after saying goodbye to your team. The walk over to the jet had been quiet. Small talk just didn’t seem like an option and both of you were also trying to stick to your request. Don’t over analyze… don’t over analyze, you both thought. Quite counterproductive you realized. Yes brain, lets continuously think of the one thing we’re not supposed to think about. Was there a way to roll your eyes at your brain?

“Hi Sam,” you smiled as he pulled you into a hug. “But I’m sure you guys took care of the ass kicking.”

Hugging him made you realize that you had also lost a set of friends after Bucky had left. You had gotten used to speaking to the superheroes, something you wouldn’t ever understand. How does one actually get used to speaking to superheroes?! But somehow you had managed to feel comfortable around them. Looking at them was like looking at friends, very close friends that you loved and that happened to hold superhuman abilities (or ridiculous amounts of money). But that had also been torn from your side that night.

Don’t over analyze… don’t over analyze.

“You know we did. I mean, it was mostly me, but you know I’m a sweetheart. I don’t want my buddies here to get hurt. I’ll be nice and share the credit.”

“You know what Wilson,” said Tony as he approached Sam, Bucky, and you. Looking at Sam he continued, “Y/N is practically a genius. You can’t fool her with your misplaced ego and your insincere generosity.” He turned towards you and with a smile on his face said, “Hi, kid. It’s nice to see you.”

“Hi, it’s nice to see you too, Tony” you said.

Don’t over analyze… don’t over analyze

The jet had always been impressive. The holographic displays made you feel like you had stepped onto a sci-fi film.

“Hello Dr. Y/L/N,” FRIDAY greeted you softly as you walked into the jet.

Jesus, was it possible to miss an AI?! Apparently!

What had you gotten yourself into? Because of Bucky’s EYES you were now in a confined space with people you had been close to at one point in your life. People you hadn’t seen because of that one night.

Don’t over analyze… don’t over analyze

“Hi FRIDAY,” you finally said. You never knew where to look while talking to her. You instinctively looked up because she seemed to be all-knowing and your mind just connected all-knowing beings with the sky, or in this case the ceiling. Bucky had the same problem too. You had asked him once.

——-

“Buck, where is she?! I mean I know she doesn’t have a body, but I have to look somewhere while I talk to her!”

He had just laughed, “Doll, really? You’re asking me to help you interact with a person? A thing? I don’t even know what she is and you want me to give you tips on how to talk to her?”

——-

“Um, you can sit here if you’d like,” Bucky shyly whispered while pointing to a seat next to Sam. “I’m going to be up front with Tony.”

“Ok,” you replied. “Thanks.”

“Feel free to tell Sam to shut up,” he said a bit louder. “I know you’re tired.”

“Ok,” you chuckled.

“Barnes, you need to shut up!” Sam yelled.

Bucky smacked Sam’s head as he walked past him. At least that hadn’t changed. It was always funny to see their relationship. They loved each other. Would defend and protect each other while out on the field. Their way of expressing this love for one another was strange but always entertaining to see. 

As you sat down and buckled in, you smiled at Sam. I really missed you, you thought while looking at him. But it was not the time to open that can of worms. That would only lead to more confessions you were not prepared to share.

“You can sleep Y/N. I meant what I said about you kicking ass. We heard of the doctor that helped all those patients and I know for a fact that was you.”

“It was everybody there Sam,” you said with a smile. “We’re a team, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But who’s their leader? That would be you and besides they were talking about one specific doctor. So, unless you have a twin sister, I know it was you. Come on, sleep.”

“Fine! But only because this seat is made out of clouds apparently,” you laughed.

You closed your eyes and wanted so bad to just sleep. But your mind had other ideas.

———-

Almost six months after you had met Steve, Sam, and Bucky at the restaurant you had walked into that same restaurant looking to eat that glorious soup. After a long over night shift at the hospital you could think of no better way to treat yourself than with a bowl of soup.

You walked in and was greeted by the waiters and waitresses who had all come to recognize you.

“The soup, right?” your waiter, Mike, had asked once you had been seated.

“Yes,” you chuckled, “I should really try something new, but I swear you guys put something in that soup! I’m hooked!”

Mike laughed as he left to place your order. When he returned he placed the soup in front of you and said, “You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you. You know of the Winter Soldier dude, right?” You nodded, “Well he’s been coming here pretty regularly! Asking for this same soup. I always think of you when he orders it,” he laughed.

OH MY GOD! Bucky Barnes, THE Bucky Barnes, had been ordering your soup!

“Oh my god! Its like he heard me. Look!”  Mike said as he gestured towards the door with a nod of his head. You turned towards the door and there he was. Bucky stood at the door looking amazing, you might add, in a black jacket and dark jeans. “Enjoy your soup! I’m going to let Sasha know he’s back!”

Another waiter was walking him towards a table when his eyes landed on yours. They lit up as he recognized you.

“I come here a lot,” you had said that first time he had met you and here you were.

Should you wave? Would he even remember you? You had no time to decide as you saw him give you a small wave.

My god, he had waved at you!

He held up a finger at the waiter guiding him to a table and he began walking towards you. This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening!

“Um, hi,” he said. This man was just too adorable. “We kind of met a few months ago here. I’m not sure if you remember.”

Was he serious. Did he seriously think you would forget meeting him and his friends? They were freaking Avengers for goodness sake! How could you forget! You had in fact spent the rest of that month pestering your friend, Maya, about your run in with them. She believed you had seen them, but she drew the line after you told her you had spent a few hours talking to them about books. You couldn’t believe it yourself so of course she would have her doubts.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “Of course I remember. How could I forget?” Really! Way to make it weird!

He smiled, and it was honestly breath taking, “I just, I wanted to thank you for helping me order the soup,” He chuckled as he realized what you had in front of you. “I can’t get enough of it.”

“It’s so good, right? I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

He had been talking himself up for this. Maybe it wasn’t the time. NO! He thought. It was now or never! He could go back to a table and sit alone but he could also ask if he could sit with you. You could keep each other company. That would be nice, right?

“Could I? Could I sit here, I mean, I was planning to eat by myself,” he said as his hands went to the back of his neck, “But you’re here and you seem to be alone too. So maybe, if you don’t mind, or if you do I can, I mean I would like to stay but only if…”

“Yes, its ok,” you smiled and he truly thought it was breath taking. “You can sit, I really don’t mind.”

Had he heard right? Had you actually accepted?

“You sure?” he asked, wanting to double check.

“Yes,” you said again, “I’m sure.”

Just then Sasha walked up to your table.

“Hi, Y/N,” she smiled at you politely. She then turned to Bucky, “Is it going to be the usual for you, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Yes,” He said. “And it’s just Bucky, please.”

“Right,” she said. “Will it just be you today or will Sam be … I mean, or will anybody else be joining you?”

Bucky smiled. There was something brewing between Sasha and Sam and he couldn’t get Sam to admit it, but he just knew it was there.

“It’s just me, today. Well, me and Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered at Bucky’s response. Get yourself together, you thought. Now is not the time to project your never-ending loneliness. The guy just wanted a bit of company while he ate!

“Alright, I’ll be right back with your soup,” Sasha said as she tried not to look too disappointed.

“Thank you,” Bucky replied. “So, Y/N? How have you been?” Nice, Barnes! You could do this, he thought.

“I’ve been good, thank you. Busy at work but good overall.”

“What do you do? I don’t think you mentioned it last time.”

“I’m a doctor at the hospital that’s like three blocks from here.”

“A doctor?” Could you be any more perfect, he thought.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “It’s a lot of work but I love it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I bet it IS a lot of work. Are you just coming out of a shift?”

You laughed, “Is it that obvious? Do I look that bad?”

“No! That’s not what I meant! You look great! Beautiful, I just meant..”

“It’s ok! I’m just kidding,” you said as you continued to laugh. “Wait, did you say beautiful?” you asked with a smile on your face and with probably the reddest blush you ever experienced.

Bucky’s face mimicked your own. You could see his own blush rise from his neck and reach all the way to his ears. Shit! He thought. It was going so well, and he already messed it up.

“Umm, you should probably eat your soup it’s going to get cold,” he said. He literally couldn’t think of anything else to distract you.

Your soup! Right! You had forgotten all about it! You pretended to agree with him. A blush on him was adorable and you hoped you could make him blush again another time, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“You’re right,” you said looking down at your soup. “Your soup is coming,” you said as you pointed to Sasha who was approaching your table.

Thank God! He thought. Now he had another reason to love this soup! It had saved him from messing everything up.

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Omg! This story is sooooo intense! I am dying now!!! Poor Bucky :(( Again and again, so awesome writing! Waiting for the next part !!! ❤️

Bad Match part 12

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words Count: 3.2k+

Warnings: angst, a little more of angst, self-loathing, swearing, bad english.  

A/N: Finally, here’s some confrontations. Thank you once again @imhereforbvcky , you’re an essential part of this story.  

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Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 (coming soon)

The sun hadn’t even come out when you left the tower earlier. Now it was high and burning the skin on your face, forcing you to squint your eyes and shield them with your hand.

As you got back to the Tower’s surroundings, you slowed down the frenetic rhythm of your running and the twitch in the pit your stomach made a reappearance. Not surprising at all, you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep the night before. How could you, when your mind insisted on replaying that heart-wrenching scene? When the foolish part of yourself still hoped that he would at least try to go back to your bedroom and explain that it was all some kind of misunderstanding? But of course it never happened and the door remained locked.

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Two Nights Stand Part 2

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one nigh stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1433

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1

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You wake up scared, not because you had a nightmare but because you feel something heavy on top of you an arm. Lazily you open your eyes seeing the man by your side, you can’t deny he is really cute but you don’t want to be here when he wakes up.

Delicately you take his arm from the top of you and slips off of the bed, you are definitely not ready to have that awkward morning talk. What do you even say to someone that you just had sex but don’t want to see ever again?  It was nice to have your dick inside of me but I am going now, don’t forget to wash your sheets?

You don’t think so; carefully you retrace your steps trying to find your clothes. When you are dressed properly you try to get out, but his door is locked and you can’t find the key anywhere. You hope that this is not the beginning of a horror movie before you can try anything else you hear his alarm going off not leaving you to many options.

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