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Azriel x reader

Repetition Pt.1 Pt.2

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Repetition (Pt. 2)

Warnings: PTSD, Rape, Torture

When you awoke, murky black met your eyes. With a groggy mind, you assumed they were Az's lovely shadows, always doting on you. Reaching out a hand to give them a loving caress, you felt cold metal bite into your skin, kickstarting your heartbeat and clearing part of the fog in your mind.

You looked around, reforming the prior events of your assigned mission. Your arms were suspended upwards in chains connected to the ceiling, located in the middle of a cold, dark cell. This darkness was quite unfriendly in comparison to Az's dark effortless beauty. You pulled on both chain, just to ensure yourself you truly couldn't slip from them. The chains were tight, racking fear further into your mind.

"Which Night Court Scum can I smell this time? You all spend so much time together your scents are practically smeared" That was a voice you knew. The voice of someone you had been looking for.

"Eris, what is with your personal inconsistency and temper?" You practically growled, a defense against the person who had seemingly sold you out.

"Why are you here youngin? Came to dig me out of my father's hole?" At this, you startled.

"Are you... in a cell? Did he trap you here? I came to see you, you sent a letter...." Eris cackled, the only trait besides his looks that reminded you of his father.

"My father captured me a week ago, I wrote no such letter that landed you in this place. I assumed the Night Court was better than this" Eris's confession was an ice cold bucket shading your eyes. That meant you two were stuck here..... and no one knew you needed rescuing.

You were fucked. Royally and thoroughly fucked.

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Time moved different down here. The time before your tortures came were spent trying to remaining conscious and calm, collecting information and talking to Eris.

But then Beron came, spitting near his son and stopping in front of you. Only to kick his boot square into your chest, sending you backwards only to be stopped by biting chains.

"I was hoping the Shadowsinger or General would've come, but instead I got a whore. Oh, the things I would do to a whore. But unfortunately for you, you're not just any whore. You're a traitors daughter of a whore, and for your fathers misdeeds you shall pay" Beron remembered. And you were done for.

He was always slow in his torture, setting a small flicker to your clothes, slowly burning away the fabric and caressing your body as the ashes fluttered away.

"I'm going to have fun with you" You could only think that Beron and your father must've been close.

After having his way with you, Beron moved your chains to a side wall and sent in his guards to have their fun. Two or three of them would always be there, shifting in and out like clockwork. You grew accustomed to the pain of rape, and only shed tears thinking of Azriel, after they had decided they should add some fire to their fuck.

Azriel, who was ashamed of his hands because they had been burnt to a crisp. Azriel, who would have to see you again, if you survived, with lacertations and burns. Azriel, who could never love you, not now.

"I don't know what you did, but I'm enjoying it. Beron doesn't care what the hell we do with you" The most frequent guard who visited you, this time with knives in hand. He took his right hand and stabbed it straight into your stomach, straight through to pin it to the ground. The other he lifted to you eyes, then dragged down your chin. A thin line of red dribbled down onto your chest, still exposed as he used his free hand to re-investigate your body.

"Now, now, girl, let me teach you a lesson" The knife he trailed downwards, to your lower chest where he began to drag out the word WHORE in large, ugly red letters. He stopped at the point where his other dagger was located, yanking it out and showing you the blade. He moved onto your back, where he pinned you again by the shoulder, and wrote SLUT for him to admire. He was proud and happy, you could tell by the growing member you felt against your legs.

"Not much reaction from you, let's have some real fun" He gave a low whistle and in walked two more guards, hands grasping objects obscured behind their backs.

"I heard you're from the Night Court, oh dearest whore. So, I'll do you a favor. I plan on bringing you closer to that Shadowsinger friend of yours" Your heart dropped. This was a trick. He wouldn't be so foolish as to bring you to Az, right? He reached for your hands, tied behind your back. Doused them in a cool liquid, something you couldn't identify.

"Light the matches boys"

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Azriel was going mad.

It had been three days since you'd left and they still had no trace of you. You, his sweet best friend. The girl he loved.

"She went to meet with Eris, right? So why didn't Eris respond when you sent him a letter?" Rhys, exhausted by this shocking event, only retrieved the letter he'd recieved from Eris that sent you on your mission.

Azriel snatched it out of Rhy's hand, scouring the contents. "This isn't Eris. Rhys, you made a huge mistake" The High Lord whipped his head up at that, eyes wide.

"Eris always rights his t's with a line under them (like a t with _ at the bottom). These one's are crossed. This has to be someone else, they have her, which means they have Eris, oh god no" Azriel's world was spinning, shattered by the lines of a letter.

Rhys was silent for a moment, "Eris gave me a location to one of their underground torture cells not far from the border a while back. If we go there, we might find one or both of them"

Azriel turned on his heels, ready to go.

"We must strategize brother. Do not blind yourself to any traps"

"Rhys, I'm not waiting another goddamn moment when the Autumn Court is out to kill her! Screw traps and strategies and plans, she's in danger!"

" The Autumn Court is out to kill her...."

Azriel could only blankly stare before opening his mind to Rhys, showing him the story of your past. "I thought you knew Rhys, I can't believe I...." Az shook his head, disbelief coursing through him.

"She didn't tell anyone Az, but you're right, we need to go now"

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You were numb. Utterly, empty and numb.

How could you return to the Night Court as this broken shell?

You were so pathetic, having curled into the corner of the room anytime the men left. And while they were there, as they were now, you stared blankly ahead and let tears stream down your face. You would die. And you wouldn't know until the after life hit you.

So, when three Illyrian shadows loomed over your captors, you were silent, assuming it all a trick of their Fae Bane. But these shadows, they snapped necks, and the beautiful blue cobalts shined through the haze of your mind, wrapping you in the comfort of the night.

"Y/n.... sweetheart, look at me please" Az's voice was muffled as Rhys snapped away your chains. You gave him a grin and shut your eyes, waiting to become the darkness again.

Part 3 will be out sometime soon, I promise!

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Repetition

Azriel x reader

Warnings: PTSD, rape, torture, Vanserra's

You and Azriel had always been close, closer than normal friends would be. However, despite this proximity, denial ran deep through your veins.

After all, how could Azriel love you?

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It was a normal night in the House of Wind, accompanied by laughter and wine. The inner circle, finally together again despite all their hectic schedules, was enjoying each other's company. Happy chatter flittered around the room, undertoned by hope of the final members arrival.

"Rhys, you better have the good wine out!" Was the only warning Rhysand got before she stormed her way into the room, bidding the rest of the circle with a bright smile.

Feyre, ever curious, pinned Rhysand with a glare rivaling yours. "What did you do this time, my conspiring mate?" Feyre attempted to mute her laughter, but when it came to you, she couldn't quite take an argument seriously.

"Well, dearest Feyre, she's unhappy because I had a mission for her," You raised your brows, waiting for him to explain the mission, "..where she has to go to the Autumn Court" Feyre shook her head and merely gave you a smile, lifting the wine glass back to her lips.

You sauntered over to Az, who sat on a couch located in the corner of the room, taking his lifted glass of wine, downing it, and placing yourself on the armrest. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you down next to him, "You don't always have to steal people's wine when you're mad at Rhysand, do you?"

You only gave Azriel a grin, to which he sighed and reached for the wine and an extra glass, pouring himself and you a glass.

"So how's everyone doing? I haven't seen you in a while Nesta, and hows the progression on your relationship Elain?" You only had to add a hint of teasing into your voice for Elain to go beat red, giving Rhysand another glare as he opened his mouth.

Chatter resumed, Azriel contently listening to everyone's conversation, only interjecting every once in a while. Everytime you went on your rambles, Azriels spirits would only lift more.

But how could you, a beautiful soul, every love him?

He knew about your past in extensive detail, as you knew his by heart. Despite both of your traumatic childhoods, he couldn't understand how you could see through the "horrible" person he had grown to be because of it.

"Why are you still awake Az? Shouldn't you be resting, you just returned from your mission" Azriel had gone out to the balcony that night, wanting to train for a short moment. His hands had started smarting quickly into the session and he pivoted to observing the stars, although they could never compare to your beauty.

Azriel laughed, turning to you when you sat down on the balcony's edge. "Couldn't I say the same to you? Those bags under your eyes couldn't get much bigger with how much you run yourself ragged"

He remembered the somber smile you had given him, with the muttered excuse that you had tried to sleep, but it was a failed attempt. "Could I just keep you company Az? Unless of course, you'd prefer to go back inside" A sheepish glow had lit you cheeks, but Azriel could never deny you anything.

You had both sat in peaceful silence, until curiosity had overwhelmed your mind, "You never answered my question Az". He had given a long sigh and promised to tell you his story if you told him yours. You had barely agreed, but you cared about Az and wanted to help him, even in a such a small way. So, Azriel told you how his hands came to scar, how they still hurt sometimes and his plans for the night that had been ruined because of it.

You, ever the kind soul, took his hands in yours. "They are a beautiful piece of you Az, they come from your bravery. I just want you to know I would never judge you for this, although I'm glad you murdered you brothers. I understand what this is like, what growing up in such a household means."

At that, Azriel was confused. He knew the details of your life after you moved into the House of Wind, but none of your life details before you had arrived.

Still holding his hands, you swallowed, beginning your story. "When I was younger, my father wanted me to live in the human lands. So, my mother, father, and I lived on the outskirts of a little human village. He had glamored me and general forced me to stay home, unless I was running an errand for him. He had worked for Beron while in Prythian, which accounted to his strange behavior. I, being a curious young child, and my mother who loved all things magical, had tried to teach me magic when I was young. My father was quite angry at this, for it could expose us to the humans. He would only yell harsh things, enough to scare me from continuing any form of magic. Soon after though, my mother became pregnant. I was quite excited to have a younger sibling and my fathers spirits seemed to lift."

You paused for a breath before continuing, "When the time came for my mother to give birth, my father didn't even bother to bring her to a hospital, claiming the humans would kill her and the babe if they found out our identities. So, my dear mother went through the pain at home. She was having issues with the birth and I watched the life slowly leave her eyes. I tried to help her with my minimal healing knowledge, but I was too weak from little practice. My mother passed away that night, and I was left alone with my father. He had convinced himself that I had killed her with my magic. He never spoke this aloud, but I could see this build in his mind throughout the years. I had to assume her duties as a young 5 year old, and that's when my father started hitting me. He was angry, angrier than any man I've ever met. I endured the torment because he was my only living family member, until my first bleed. My father, the twisted man he was whose mind only deteriorated with time, tried to rape me after finding out about my bleed. I, of course, fought back against him but my attempts.... were futile. He told me that if I were to kill his wife and offspring, I should at least fill in for those jobs. That if I were to bear him a child, I would be free. When I didn't bear him a child in the first couple of years, he locked me down in the basement, claiming I shouldn't be wasting my time on other duties and only on bearing a child. My father would send his friends down there from time to time, I would get "customers" during the middle of the day when he was off working. They were the only people who new of my heritage, preferring to fuck a Fae than a human. They would do all sorts of things, leaving me with most of the scars I have now. This continued on for many years, but I never bore a child because of the horrid conditions I was forced in. One day, a drunk "customer" happened to leave the door open. I found my escape then, leaving behind my fathers home. After traversing the land, you found my as I was running from Autumn Court soldiers who recognized my fathers scent reeking over me. He was supposedly a traitor of the Autumn Court."

Azriel was speechless, and had meerly pulled you close to him. That night, when you both retired, he wept.

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Azriel was concerned about the mission you were going on, returning to the Autumn Court, even if only to meet with Eris. Did Rhysand not recognize this was a dangerous place for you to be? However, Az reasoned that if you didn't mind going, then it should be alright.

Oh how he was mistaken.

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You had winnowed out to the Autumn Court border, taking in the scenery as you traversed it, looking for Eris. He'd sent an urgent letter asking to meet, and despite all your horrors of being here, Rhysand assigned you with this mission.

No one but Az knew of your troublesome relationship with the Autumn Court, and you were certainly not going to chicken out on a mission because of it. Az would think you were weak. As you traversed the border, a rustling sound came from the bushes.

"Now now, there's no need to hide. I know you're there..."

An Autumn Court soldier stepped out from the bushes, weapon in hand. This was not what you had been prepped for. Backing away, you noticed there was not just one soldier, but a sequence of them, all surrounding you.

You barely had the time to call out to Rhysand before everything went black.

(P.S. this is my first time writing, let me know what you think! The next part will be up in a short while)

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