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nightsandrewrites · 4 months ago

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Body Heat

Spoilers: For HOFAS if you’re not up to date on canon.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader x Eris

Summary: Rhysand suspects more hidden caverns could exist underneath Prythian. The inner circle and allies split up to investigate different regions, leading you into the Illyrian Mountains with Azriel and Eris.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: None

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a/n: So I was thinking about that one tent scene in Twilight (you know the one) and how that could work so well as the basis of a fic and welp here's a little one shot. --------------------------------------------------------------------

The wind batters the mountainside, whistling through the mouth of the cave where snow whips horizontally across grey skies. You pull your knees closer to your chest, tucking your fingers under your legs trying to find some semblance of warmth.

Ice flutters from your lashes as you watch Eris relaxing easily against the rocky wall. Long legs stretch out in front of him as he flips a coin between pale fingers. Auburn locks fall across eyes that never lift from his lap, his relaxed face vacant of the usual sneer he’d throw your way. You’d almost be willing to admit he was attractive if it wasn’t for his stuck up princely manner. As if to mock you, a golden sheen that ebbs and flows around him catches your eye, his fire magic protecting him from the harsh elements.

The crunch of Azriel’s boots draws your attention as he crouches in front of you. Your heart swells at the sight of your mate. Large dark wings blocking your view of the rest of the cave ease the bite of the cold only slightly. His hazel eyes quickly assess your shivering form.

“If it wasn’t for these fucking wards, I’d winnow you out of here right now.” He grumbles.

“The wards.. mean we- we’re.. getting close.” You manage to reply through chattering teeth.

Azriel’s face pulls into a small grimace which means he knows your right but he doesn’t like it. He reaches, as he always does, to slide his hand around the back of your neck, where he’d usually tangle his fingers into your hair but his icy touch forces you to flinch away.

Normally the cool touch of the shadowsinger is addictive. When you’re spending evenings curled in front of a crackling fire the naturally icy caress of his skin or shadows is all you can think about. But in the midst of a blizzard in the Illyrian mountains it’s zapped the last of your warmth.

“Az I’m so-“ You begin apologising.

“You don’t need to apologise love.” He gives you a small smile.

When he stands the cold air rushes to meet your flushed cheeks. He walks across the small space and finds a place against the wall that curves away on either side leaving space for his wings. He sinks to the floor mirroring Eris’ posture.

“Can’t you be useful and warm the cave?” Azriel cocks his head at Eris. He lifts his head, quickly takes in your icicle state before turning back to your mate.

“That kind of prolonged power would leave me drained. I’d never make it down the mountain much less be able to face whatever waits for us under it. I’m not High Lord quite yet.” He drawls. You can only half focus on their words as a shiver crawls over your skin.

“If you can’t even heat a cave, why are you even here?” Azriel bites.

“And let the Night Court flit around Prythian unearthing infinite power without me?” Eris sneers.

“S-stop f-f-fighting.” You manage to get out.

They both turn, seeming to forget you were actually present.

“I think her lips are turning blue” Eris’ eyes assess you but his words are for Azriel.

You glare at him. Words no longer possible as the cold permanently snaps your jaw shut.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, it's a good colour on you.” He smirks and if you had the energy you’d go over there and wipe it from his stupidly attractive face.

A shiver wracks your entire body and you’re pretty sure the rattle of your bones is now audible.

“Eris.” Azriel sighs. “Please.”

Eris’ gaze flicks to Azriel briefly and whatever he finds there has him standing and striding towards you at the back of the cave. When he’s only a few paces away he flips open his coat and begins unbuttoning the silk shirt beneath. At the sight you begin to reel back.

“Relax.” He rolls his eyes and then he’s sitting next to you. He wraps heated hands around your wrists and pulls your frozen fingers to his bare chest. The temperature change sends a shock through you. You instinctively dive for his chest, warming the tip of your nose and the peaks of your cheeks. A low chuckle rumbles against your face and you immediately pull back.

Your cheeks warm as you seek Azriel over Eris’ shoulder, realising he’s purposely sat himself between you. You expect to find anger in his gaze but you only find concern for your wellbeing.

“Can you not warm Azriel as well?” You turn to Eris. But it’s Azriel who replies instead. “I’m fine love.”

Eris simply shrugs and shifts so his back is against the wall. You lean into his side and as you settle in you notice Eris’ golden glow now flows around you too. Apparently the whole shirt fiasco was just for Azriel’s benefit. Eris reaches up and gently brushes the back of his fingers along your jaw, warming it further.

“Keep your hands to yourself.” Azriel growls softly.

Eris doesn’t even flinch at the threat of the Night Court’s Spymaster and you’d never admit out loud what that does to you.

“Do you want her to keep her extremities or not?” Eris cocks his head towards him.

“Stop fighting.” You mutter, your shivering and chattering finally beginning to subside.

“Just keep your hands where I can see them.” Azriel allows.

“Careful Shadowsinger, someone might assume you’re jealous.” Eris smirks.

“Of what? The self-importance, sheer arrogance or the immensely tight pants?” Azriel crosses his arms over a broad chest. Azriel lives in a perpetual state of iciness so you suppose that’s why the blizzard doesn’t seem to faze him. You’d always wondered if it’s his Illyrian bloodline, their mountain upbringing or the shadows that made it so, maybe a combination of all three?

“I never said it was me you were jealous of.” Eris continues to bicker beside you. Azriel’s wings ruffle in agitation.

“You’re lucky she needs the warmth otherwise your ass would be out in the blizzard right now.” Their argument continues but Azriel doesn’t move to make good on his threats.

Eris chuckles. “Please, we both know you’d have better things to do with my ass.” That catches the attention of your freshly thawed brain.

“Wait what?” You look up from examining the glow swirling around your hands.

“Oh he hasn’t told you.” Eris grins wide.

“Eris.” Azriel growls and this time the threat is real. It only urges you on.

“Told me what, Azriel?” Your eyes narrow to him across the cave.

There’s a beat where Azriel swallows, his eyes never leaving yours but he makes no indication he’s going to explain further. Suddenly warm fingers are under your chin, Eris pulling your focus back to him.

“Before there was you little dove, there was me.” He murmurs softly. You blink blanky before it all registers. Their bickering, the animosity, the underlying meaning of comments thrown through the icy air.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your head whips back to Azriel, pulling your chin from Eris’ grip.

Eris chuckles darkly “He was ashame-.”

“I was never ashamed.” Azriel jumps in quickly. Too quickly. You can see the moment he realizes as his eyes quickly jump to you in panic, then back to Eris. “She is my mate.”

Eris only nods and then silence falls over your small group. The shadows that sat lazily on the cave floor around Azriel only moments ago, now dart about his hands. Your eyes drop to your own, where golden threads continue to keep them warm, giving you a moment to think.

“You loved him.” You look up at Eris and you can sense Azriel and his shadows go completely still.

Eris wordlessly turns to you and the way golden flecks swim in the auburn drifts of his eyes silently tells you all you need to know, that your use of past tense was wrong.

“Azriel?” You turn to his frozen form.

“You are my highest priority.” Is all he says.

You detach yourself from Eris, his warm sanctuary slips from you as you pace the width of the cave and crouch between Azriel’s outstretched legs.

“You could have told me.” You coax softly. Azriel gives you a sad smile.

“I never want to do anything that could jeopardise this.” He reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and this time you welcome the cool touch that meets your skin.

You nod in understanding. The threads of your mate bond are all encompassing, you’re not sure how any Fae resists their pull, but maybe that’s only true for the kind of love that you and Azriel share. You turn onto your hip and relax onto Azriel’s front. His arms immediately wrapping around you are joined by trails of shadow but without Eris’ protection, the cold begins to seep under your skin again.

“Go back, you’re going to get ill if you keep shivering.” Azriel professes, loosening his grip on you.

“No.” You shake your head in protest as your eyes fall to Eris. Coin back in hand, he idly flips it mirroring how he looked earlier in the mouth of the cave. Only now he appears dejected. Shirt half undone, hair slightly ruffled where he's run his fingers through it and a sadness in his downcast eyes replaces his earlier cool indifference.

Azriel sighs. “Love. Please.”

“Eris.” You sit up slightly. “Would you please come share your heat over here?” Eris’ eyes flick to you. He hesitates, gaze sliding to Azriel and back, calculating how this could be a trick. You simply relax back into Azriel’s arms and raise your eyebrows expectantly.

Slowly he pockets his coin and rises to his feet. He strides across the cave and you can already feel the air warming. He hesitates again when he reaches you but Azriel simply lifts open an arm with the flutter of a wing.

And that’s how you find yourself drifting off to sleep in the arms of your mate, cocooned in the warmth of the Autumn Heir next to you.

#acotar #azriel x reader #eris x reader #azris x reader

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nightsandrewrites · 5 months ago

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I LOVE YOUR AZRIS AND YOU SM

If you write some more, I'll give you my firstborn child. I hope you write more azris.

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THANK YOU 🥹🥹

I have two Azris x Reader fics in the works and more ideas for straight Azris fics as well!!

Life’s been crazy but there’s more to come

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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nightsandrewrites · 5 months ago

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Good things pending…

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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nightsandrewrites · 6 months ago

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House Guest

Pairing: Azriel x Eris

Summary: Azriel and Eris have found a way to pacify their unclaimed mating bond... or have they?

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Angst, Fluff a/n: Eris is High Lord of Autumn Read on AO3

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Onyx shadows slip to the dark hardwood floor as Azriel materializes from thin air. Eris doesn’t so much as flinch at his appearance, continuing to focus on the paperwork in front of him. Azriel was used to the non reaction by now.

Really he shouldn’t even be here. If he thought about it for too long he’d have to admit to himself that he was ashamed to be standing here, week after week, hoping something would change.

“You can sit.” Eris commands without looking up.

Azriel simply takes a few steps away from the armchairs in front of the desk. A small act of rebellion when his presence in Eris’ room was already an admission of defeat. He continues out of the alcove of Eris’ bedroom study to the large bed that takes up most of one wall.

He settles onto the plush bedding, running a hand along the smooth fabric as his eyes fall to the floor in front of him. A lump begins to form in his throat. Maybe he should just go? His mate doesn’t need him here and he only tolerates him being here for one reason…

“You're thinking too much again, Shadowsinger.” Eris’ smooth drawl brings Azriel back to the room where he finds the High Lord standing over him.

Azriel looks up into deep amber eyes and for a second he can’t think straight. Can’t remember why he’d ever want to leave. Eris slides a hand around the top of Azriel’s neck, grasping at the wisps of hair there.

“Fuck, the way you go dumb for me is perfect.” Eris purrs. Azriel can’t deny it. His mind was usually filled with an ever present buzz, the weight of responsibilities sitting heavy in his mind. But under the touch of his mate the world goes quiet.

Azriel regains a little control as Eris begins unbuttoning his silk shirt exposing a pale milky chest. Mine and please were the two recurring thoughts chasing each other around his empty head.

He leans forward placing his lips to the marble skin as it’s exposed to him, trailing claiming kisses downward. Eris groans softly before using the hand in Azriel’s hair to pull him back sharply.

“You’re a needy thing tonight aren’t you?” Eris smirks. “Lucky I’m feeling generous.”

Azriel doesn’t hesitate to pull him into his lap. Eris feeling generous meant he’d get everything he wanted tonight and Azriel was itching to take it before he changed his mind.

One hand pushes his shirt off to the floor while the other gropes his ass, pulling him even closer. His lips trailing kisses down Eris’ neck until he reaches his collarbone, where he slows and sucks, leaving marks in the places Eris has allowed him to. Eris lets out a soft moan as he bucks his hips forward, creating friction where they both want it most.

Azriel gives a possessive growl, pulling him closer just long enough to stand, pivot, and lay him out on the bed before him. Azriel takes only one moment to appreciate rolling muscles under pale skin before reaching to undo his pants. But Eris beats him to it. With a wave of his hand Eris’s pants and all of Azriel’s clothing disappear.

His eyes flick to auburn ones where Eris only cocks an eyebrow as if to say problem? And no, Azriel took no issue in having the High Lord of Autumn bare beneath him.

Mounting the bed he pushes pale thighs apart with his knee. Azriel circles slim wrists with scarred fingers, lowering himself over Eris letting his wings flare behind him. Shadows slip along the sheets, creating their own binds on the Autumn fae.

Eris’s cheeks flush as his cock strains and it drives Azriel near mad to see him unraveling beneath him.

“You act like you don’t need it” Azriel murmurs into his ear “but just look how your body betrays you.” Azriel smirks as he trails gentle fingers across Eris’s hip.

Eris arches into Azriel’s touch, silently begging for more.

He returns to his earlier conquest, sucking along Eris’s chest until he’s peppered in blooming red marks. Eris groans as Azriel sucks at a nipple, nimble tongue dancing over sensitive skin. Suddenly the touch of cold glass presses against Azriel’s calf. Glancing down he finds the familiar bottle of oil.

“So ready for it to be over? Or are you just desperate to take my dick?” Azriel chuckles darkly.

“Better hurry up before I change my mind, Shadowsinger.” Eris snarls.

Azriel’s eyes narrow in challenge. He wouldn’t give Eris the time to change his mind. Not when he needed this so badly, not when he waited so long.

Azriel’s heart feels like it will pound out of his chest as he oils his fingers and circles Eris’s hole. Gently he pushes one finger past the tight ring of muscles, watching Eris’s eyes flutter close. He allows for a couple of slow strokes before adding a second finger, pulling a moan from Eris’s lips.

He carefully works Eris open. He doesn’t want to risk hurting him in the slightest, in case it means he never finds himself invited into his bed again. He doesn’t know what he’d do if Eris decided he was done with their weekly visits, if he found even this singular use for Azriel was no longer required. He swallows thickly, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, instead concentrating on Eris’s soft pants.

Azriel leaves Eris’s wrists to his shadow’s binds in favour of using his hands to part Eris’s thighs further still. He oils himself quickly before lining himself up with Eris’s exposed hole.

As he pushes forward, he can’t help the low groan that rumbles in his throat. He’d never felt warmth like Eris’s before, an all encompassing heat that sparks at every place their bodies meet. It’s been a month since Eris last let him fuck him and his body won’t let him forget it. His heart races, his mind blurs and the golden threads in his chest sing with every thrust. Eris’s body arches away from him and Azriel knows he’s pounding into that particular spot. That spot that’s causing Eris to cry out in pleasure with his head tossed back into the mattress.

“You’re. So. Fucking. Tight.” Azriel pants every time he slides back in.

He leans over Eris propped on a forearm as he reaches down and grips Eris’s neglected cock. With skilled strokes he mimics the pressure he’s receiving from Eris wrapped around him. Azriel watches as pre-cum swells and then rolls from the swollen head. He leans closer still and he can feel Eris’s legs capture his waist, forcing Azriel’s thrusts to become short and deep.

“You want to come for me, don’t you?” Azriel murmurs, his lips barely brushing across Eris’s. He wants so badly to close the distance and capture the soft flesh of his bottom lip between his teeth but Eris had never kissed him. It was like an invisible line Eris had drawn, neither of them acknowledging its existence but lying between them ever present.

Eris only lets out a soft whine in response and that isn’t enough. Azriel tightens his grip creating a vice around Eris’s length, building an impossible pressure. He trails his lips across Eris’s cheek, pausing to whisper against his ear.

“Maybe I won’t let you. Maybe I’ll just fuck you and fill you and be done with it. Is that what you want?” Azriel nips at Eris’s neck as he tries to thrash against the shadows keeping him in place.

“Please.” Eris begs. “Please I- I want to come.”

“Good boy.” Azriel praises him. He strokes Eris firmly, matching the strokes that fill him. It isn’t long until Azriel feels Eris tighten around him and then he’s following Eris over the edge, filling him with everything he has.

Azriel rolls back onto the mattress, keeping his wings tucked in tight, catching his breath. He commands his shadows to disperse, scattering them across the room. Like he always does he hopes for a moment that tonight will be different. That Eris will turn to him and tell him not to bother getting up. That he should stay and in the morning they can do this all again.

But just like every other night they’ve spent together the mattress lifts as Eris rolls off the bed and heads for the bathroom. Azriel just stares at the ornately carved ceiling as he hears the bathroom door click shut. He lets his head fall to the side and finds the familiar sight of his Illyrian leathers neatly piled next to him. He quickly rises, dresses and without a second glance at the bathroom door winnows away.

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Azriel absentmindedly pushes his dinner around his plate, randomly spearing stray vegetables to bring them back to the center. His family chatters away up and down the table eagerly discussing their days. Recently he’d felt more and more like an outcast within their inner circle. With each of his brothers now happily mated, and every other member of their family either mated or seeing someone, he was left the odd one out. He would never wish them anything but happiness but these dinners always made his mating bond feel like a hollow pit in his chest.

It’s been a month since Azriel set foot in the Autumn Court. He’d missed three of his regular rendezvous with the High Lord, tonight was the night they usually met. He just didn’t know if he could keep living like this. Hiding his mate bond from his family, chasing any scrap of recognition from a mate that doesn’t want him.

What was he getting out of their current arrangement? Obviously he was getting to fuck his intended mate, big positive. He pushes a pea to the left of his dinner plate. And the sex was really good. He pushes another pea to the side. Okay the best he’d ever had. He forces a third pea to join the first two. But Eris was just using him. He slides a piece of carrot across to the pile. He obviously likes Azriel’s body but not Azriel himself. Another piece of carrot joins the growing pile of vegetables. After all this time it was obvious Eris was never going to want to accept the mate bond. This time he pushes all the carrots on his plate across to the three peas. He stares down at his pros and cons pile of peas and carrots.

“Az, what’s wrong?” Cassian leans in close from his left side.

“Nothing, there’s just something I’ve been putting off that I need to do.” Azriel stands from the table, giving Cassian’s shoulder a short squeeze and then excuses himself from the room.

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Azriel slips into Eris’s room between shadows. Eris pauses his work, briefly gives him a once over and then continues to scrawl along the parchment.

“You can sit.” Eris gives his usual command.

“We need to talk.” Azriel doesn’t move.

“Are you hurt?” Eris’s eyes flick back to him.

“No.” Azriel folds his arms across his chest, an attempt to hide from Eris’s assessing gaze.

“Then we don’t need to talk.” Eris returns to his work once again and Azriel can feel his blood begin to boil.

Azriel sends shadows skittering along the desk until they slide along the paperwork Eris is working on, completely shielding it from sight.

“Fine. What is it Shadowsinger?” Eris sighs and pushes from the desk, making his way around it. In all the times they had been together, Eris had never used his actual name. Always preferring to call him by another title or not address him at all. It only helped to make Azriel’s decision a little easier.

“I’m done.” Azriel explains calmly. “I wanted to let you know that I won’t be attending our little meetings anymore.”

“Right, find someone else to warm your bed, have you?” Eris chuckles darkly, as if Azriel didn’t have the ability to find someone else.

“Actually he keeps it pretty damn hot.” Azriel lies easily. It doesn’t matter what Eris thinks after today, he just wants to inflict some sort of pain on him. If Azriel’s body is the only thing Eris cares about then fine, that’s where he’ll aim.

“Fine.” Eris shrugs and it has Azriel seeing red.

“That’s all you have to say?” Azriel’s wings give a single beat in agitation.

“What do you want me to say?” Eris leans back against his desk, ankles crossed and arms folded.

“Anything!” Azriel yells. “That you were worried when I didn’t show up for weeks? That you’re mad I found another fae to fuck? That you want me to stay!” He’d lost all composure and what did it matter now? After tonight he was never coming back.

“That’s what you want to hear?” Eris growls as he straightens, taking one stalking step towards him. “That I was consumed by dread when you didn’t show up for weeks?” His fingers thrust towards his chest. “That I couldn’t eat or sleep or even think straight not knowing where you were?” He takes another slow deliberate step. “That I’m furious you let some lesser male touch you? Hold you? Have you?” His eyes flash with the promise of fire. “That I want to find him and tear him limb from limb?” He snarls, fingers clenching into fists at his side. “That every time you were here I had to stop myself from begging you to stay?” He’s so close now Azriel can feel the heat radiating off him. “That I had to leave the room because I couldn’t bear to watch you winnow away?” He finally murmurs only inches from Azriel. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Azriel can’t comprehend it all at once.

“You never asked me to stay?” Azriel cocks his head in confusion. Eris drops his gaze and steps away.

“Because you wouldn’t choose to.” He says over his shoulder.

“What do you mean? I-” Azriel steps forward, not wanting to lose the closeness between them.

“No. To stay.” Eris whirls back to him. “And I wouldn’t blame you. To walk away from Night for Autumn. To leave the people that you serve. To break your allegiance with one High Lord for another.” Eris lists the reasons through gritted teeth, as if holding them back made them less true.

“I don’t have to choose.” Azriel reaches for him and Eris takes another step backwards. “You can’t be the Spymaster of one and the Mate of another!” Eris growls, begging him to see sense. “I won’t ask you to choose.”

“But I want the choice.” Azriel professes. “So that I can choose you.” Eris only shakes his head.

“I’m not choosing one High Lord over another.” Azriel insists, stepping completely into Eris’s space and trapping him against the desk. “I’m not even choosing my mate.” He reaches up and lifts Eris’s eyes to his with gentle hands. “I’m choosing you Eris.”

The fire in Eris’s eyes ebbs to a smolder.

“I thought you didn’t want…” Azriel couldn’t bring himself to say me, “us.” He swallows dryly. “I thought I should count myself lucky that I got what I did. But now..”

“Don’t.” Eris pleads, tears welling in his eyes.

“Why?” Azriel begs “Why won’t you see that I want this?” Shadows dance across Azriel’s shoulders and along the top of his wings, agitated.

“Because you might not want it tomorrow, or a year from now, or Hel one hundred years from now!” A tear breaks free and rolls down his pale cheek. “I don’t think I can survive if you resent me once you’ve left your home, or worse, if you turn around and go back.”

Azriel feels his heart throb heavily once in his chest and he isn’t sure if it’s from Eris’s side of the bond or his.

Azriel leans his forehead to Eris’s. “You are my home.” He confesses, pleading with him to understand. “And now that I know where we stand,” he continues with a murmur “good luck forcing me out.” Without verbal command Azriel’s shadows dart out in every direction, embedding themselves in the shadows of the room. Some linger behind to curl around Eris’s wrist and tangle in his hair, claiming.

“So ask me.” Azriel commands.

“What?” Eris says surprised.

“Ask me, Eris.” He brushes his nose along Eris’s. When his brow furrows, Azriel knows he understands. So he reaches down and takes Eris’s hand in his, a silent reassurance.

“Azriel” Eris whispers and Azriel’s heart soars. Hearing his name pass between those lips is doing all kinds of things to his body. “Will you stay with me?”

“I never wanted to leave.” Azriel confesses before he leans in and kisses him. Their mouths clash fighting for dominance. Azriel’s tongue darts out to taste at Eris’s lips and when Eris returns the gesture he sucks Eris’s tongue into his mouth.

“Wait.” Eris pushes against Azriel’s chest, breaking them apart. “This male..”

Azriel’s eyes drop to the floor, silently beginning the cauldron to swallow him whole.

“Azriel I won’t hurt him, if you care for him..” Eris pauses and Azriel glances up. “Fuck you care about him.” Eris slumps onto the desk defeated and Azriel can’t bear the sadness that radiates from him.

“Eris there is no other male.” Azriel sighs. Eris only blinks at him in confusion. “You fool, I was mad when I thought the only thing you cared about was fucking me. I was trying to hurt you in some way, the way I was hurting.” He feels the rush of relief down the bond as Eris smiles softly.

“Just to be clear,” Eris growls as his hands claim Azriel’s hips. “I don’t share.”

“My services are yours only, my High Lord.” Azriel watches Eris’s eyes spark as the flames in the room surge where they burn. And Azriel gladly basks in their heat.

------------------------------------------------------------------------- a/n: If Azriel EVER called Eris HIS High Lord in canon I think I'd have to put the book down and walk away for a minute

#azris #azriel x eris #eris x azriel

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nightsandrewrites · 6 months ago

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SJM in ACOWAR: “Azriel had sealed them in, and as his scarred hands wrapped around Eris's throat…

Azriel squeezed, Eris thrashing beneath him...”

“Azriel's eyes slid to Eris, the High Lord's son panting beneath him. And the shadowsinger leaned down to whisper something in his ear that made Eris blanch further.”

Everyone: What does it mean?

Me: No one knows what it means but it’s provocative.

#just leave them in a room together #azris #Azriel x Eris

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nightsandrewrites · 6 months ago

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Illyrian Males Pt. 2

Pairing: Cazriel x Reader

Summary: You navigate a new mating bond, while Cassian and Azriel reveal things they've been keeping from you...

Word count: 8.9k

Warnings: Smut, BDSM, depression, self sacrifice, use of Y/N

a/n: I had a block on this for the longest time, unsure where I would take a part two but it finally fell into place. This is darker than the first part, buckle up friends.

Part 1

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The paperwork pulls in and out of focus in front of you. You rub the palms of your hands into your eyes and let them drop to the table with a sigh. It’s no good, you’ve been sitting here for far too long and nothing is getting done. You shove the papers away and pull one of the library's heavy books towards you.

“Y/N I’ve been looking for you.” Rhysand appears from the shadows of the bookshelves. “Well, you found me.” You smile up from the dusty tome. “Tell me that you’ve come for something far more interesting than this.” You gesture to the work spread out before you.

“I think so.” He smirks and takes a seat opposite you. “I’ve just received word that most of the female Illyrians in Windhaven have agreed to start training.” “What!” You shout and then shrink back as you recall the quiet sanctuary of the library around you. “What do you mean? Who convinced them?” “You did.” He reaches forward and starts flipping idly through one of the books on the table “Apparently the group you were headed to see in the cottage the other week witnessed that trainee lunge at you and then watched you take him down. Seeing your quick reaction and ability to defend yourself convinced them.” He straightens a little then and starts glancing around your small study space between the shelves. “That’s amazing, I’ll start working with Cassian on a training plan.” You start searching for a pen so you can jot down some ideas. “Hopefully when their training begins news will start spreading to the other camps and we can get those females involved as well.” “Speaking of Cassian.” Rhysand leans forward onto his forearm “Why do you smell like my General?” He grins wickedly at you. “And my Spymaster for that matter.” You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks. “Well, I-, actually what I-” you were sure the blush now tinged your neck and the tips of your ears. “Relax” Rhysand leans back in his chair “It’s none of my business.” He begins picking invisible lint from his shoulder and you smile softly at his little ways of making you more comfortable. You take a deep breath. “Actually you should know.” You exhale to steady yourself. “I was hoping that Cass and Az would be here when you found out, but I’d rather not leave you to jump to your own conclusions.” You glance up to find his eyebrows raised in a ‘who me?’ fashion. “I know that they are mates and, well, I am also their mate.” You bite your lip waiting for his response. His eyes widen in surprise for all of three seconds and then he leans forward on clasped hands. “A triad bond huh.” He reaches a hand into the air, materialises a book from nowhere and begins flicking. “Extremely rare, I’ve actually never met someone in a triad before. I wonder if there are any additional benefits or detriments when compared to a regular bond.” he begins rambling “Of course I’ll mask your scent” Without looking up he clicks his fingers and you feel a ripple of his power wash over you. “You three will make an excellent case study, of course if you’re willing to answer some questions, nothing too personal obviously.” “Wait, you can mask my scent?” You ask. “Of course, who do you think has masked the scent of those two all over each other for centuries? You’ll be able to scent each other but it keeps it covered for others. It’s a tiny piece of my magic, a good way to keep burning it off really.” He replies without looking up from his new research.

“We decided to keep the bond a secret for now, if you’ve been doing it for them why wouldn’t they get you to do it for me right away?” You try to control the level of your voice. Rhysand looks up at you with a levelled stare.

“Y/N, they may be two of the greatest warriors to ever grace the Illyrian legions but they’re still males.” You cock your head to the side trying to understand. “They’re being territorial. They want you to smell like them. Even though it’s stupid and risks the bond being exposed.”

“Oh.” You sit back and feel the blush that just started to fade reappear across your cheeks.

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You walk into your room and find Cassian waiting in the armchair you keep in the corner.

“Finally, I thought I would have to come pull you from the library myself.” He jumps up and scoops you into his arms as your feet leave the ground.

“I got caught up with Rhysand.” You explain as you dip your head down and place a soft kiss to his lips. A flurry of jealousy washes down the bond.

“Really? Rhys?” You raise your eyebrows at him as he sets you back on your feet.

“Sorry.” He chuckles. “Mating bond is still chaffing a little bit.” He runs a hand through his dishevelled hair as he ducks his head.

“Well he knows now, about us I mean.” You gesture awkwardly between the two of you.

“You told him?” He smirks mischievously.

“I didn’t have to, he was curious to know why I smelt like you and your mate” You smack him lightly on the shoulder as you push past and dump your bag at your desk. “Why didn’t you tell me about the scent masking?”

“Honestly it slipped my mind.” He shrugs. “It’s not like we’ve really left the house so the secret's still safe.”

He crosses the room towards you until you're forced to lean back into the desk to look up at him.

“Also is it so bad that you smell of me and our mate?” He dips down and begins to brush his lips along your neck.

Right. Our mate. The one who’s become increasingly distant. Who trains longer and stays in his study later into the night. The one who let Cassian take over your blade training after one small disagreement.

You drop your head to Cassian’s chest and let a small sigh escape your lips. He lifts your face with gentle fingers under your chin.

“This is about Azriel?” His dark eyes flick between yours.

“What if he’s disappointed Cass? What if he regrets accepting the bond?” You can feel the tears forming in the back of your throat.

“Trust me baby. He doesn’t regret it. He’s just…” His gaze falls to the middle distance above your head, searching for the right words.

“Pushing me away?” It had only been a few weeks and whilst things between you and Cassian had never been better the opposite was true for Azriel. Of course the three of you had fallen into bed together numerous times since the bond clicked. But you couldn’t help but feel like he was only going along with it all for Cassian’s sake.

“Listen, Az and I have been mates for a long time.” He brushes his fingers along your cheek. “We found a way of… managing our relationship. He’s just still trying to figure out how you fit into that.”

“He gave up my training. He no longer visits the library in the afternoons. He stopped consulting me on intel.” You pout not convinced by his words.

“Let me show you something. Do you trust me?” A wicked grin appears on his face.

“Of course.” You straighten, intrigued by the mischievous glint in his eye.

“I need you to block out your bond to Azriel. Just like you’ve been practising.”

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Cassian trails his fingers down your bare ribs, your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you as you focus on keeping the shield in your mind in place.

“Good girl, now if you need me to stop at any point I want you to use the safe word.” He murmurs into your skin as he leaves soft kisses along your hip.

“Safe word?” You squirm a little, eager to have him pay attention to the ache between your legs.

He smirks up at you and though you’ve been bare before him so many times now it still sends a flush across your skin. “A safe word is for whe-”

“I know what a safe word is Cass!” You smack his shoulder for the second time today. “What’s the safe word?”

“Stardust.” He murmurs and then immediately licks a stripe up your core, flicking your clit with his tongue. You throw your head back against the pillow and let out a soft moan.

You’d had lovers before but had never quite found you enjoyed receiving oral the way you did with your thighs wrapped around the head of one of your mates. Their tongues devoured you in ways you’d never experienced before, soft where you needed, hard where it counted and always so warm.

Cassian quickly works you to the edge and you swear small white spots begin to swim behind your closed lids. You feel your core begin to tighten as Cassian quickly pulls away.

You let out a small whine and glare up at him as he holds himself over you, grinning like an idiot.

“Still have that wall in place sweetheart?” He cocks his head to the side. You quickly check the shield between you and Azriel is still in place.

“Yes, but why did you stop?” You pout.

“Good things come to those who wait.” He chuckles, leaning down, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. He kisses you softly, slowly, savouring the moment and you can taste yourself on his lips. Soon his fingers find your sensitive clit and your hips unintentionally grind up to meet his movements. Your hands grab at thick biceps covered in Illyrian swirls, giving you purchase for more movement. You pant in soft moans as Cassian kisses down your chest, reaching a nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He quickly works you to the edge again.

“Oh god, please” You whine at his assault.

He leaves one nipple to nip at the tight bud of the other and just when you feel like you could shatter he pulls his hand away. “Cass” Your voice a soft whimper at your lost pleasure.

“Do you need me to stop baby girl?” His voice is a soft gravel, almost daring you to ask him to stop.

“No, I need you to not stop.” You give him a small shove and he tumbles to the side pulling you on top of him as he spins.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m giving you exactly what you need.” His eyes sparkle with mischief but you don’t have time to question it as he guides your hips down onto his length. Your head tips back gently with a moan as you adjust to the stretch of him.

It could be centuries and you’d never get used to the feeling of him entering you. His thick length slides into you, filling you completely. You begin to rise on your knees, aching for the friction of him inside you.

“Mmmm, ride me baby, I’m all yours.” Cassian pants beneath you, his eyes screwed shut savouring the feel of you wrapped around him.

You plant your hands on his chest, bouncing up and down as his hips roll to meet yours. Already worked to the edge twice, you can feel the coil tightening inside of you. A series of small whimpers escape your lips as Cassian palms at your hips and your chest. You can feel his head drag across your soft walls, building pressure exactly where you need it. Suddenly Cassian is coming with a groan. His fingers digging tightly into your hips as you feel him pulse inside you. You bite your lip unsure what to do. You're glad you could bring your mate pleasure but he’d never finished before you, Hel these males usually made you come undone twice before they were finished with you.

“Relax baby girl.” Cassian reaches up and releases your bottom lip with a gentle swipe of his thumb. “I said I’d get you what you needed and I meant it.”

He reaches across the bed to his discarded shirt and begins pulling it over your head.

“Keep that shield in place and go find our mate.” He gives you a wink before helping you off the bed with a small smack to your ass.

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You pad down the hall towards Azriel’s office. The soft glow of the rising moon outside reminding you that you were still yet to eat. And you were hungry, famished, but for something that no food could satiate. Your shadow slides along the wall catching your eye and you wonder what kind of picture you paint right now. Bed tangled hair, Cassian’s oversized shirt falling off one shoulder and his cum slowly sliding down your inner thigh.

You reach Azriel’s door, hold your breath a little and push it open without knocking. He’s bent over his paperwork, hair tousled slightly from running his hands through it, wings slouching a little behind him. At first he doesn’t look up from his work.

“I’ll be just a few more minut-” You see the moment your mingled scents reach him. His whole body stiffens, his head snaps up to take you in, his pupils blow wide like a predator that’s just spotted its favourite prey and the pen in his hand snaps in half.

He moves faster than you've ever seen and has you pinned to the wall in a second.

Azriel leans forward and whispers across your neck “I was wondering what you two were up to when the bonds cut off.”

You can’t even form words as Azriel consumes every sense. His warm body pressed against yours, his right leg nestled against your core. His scent sends your brain into overdrive and all you can manage is a small whimper as you roll your hips against his thigh.

“I can smell his seed on you sweetheart, did he not satisfy you enough?” His voice is deep and rumbling. His wings are flared out behind him blocking you from the empty room as his shadows make agitated swirls along his wings.

“Please Az, he didn’t let me.” You grab the front of his leathers pulling yourself closer to him as your hips continue to find friction on his thigh.

Azriel freezes. He becomes so still you wonder if he’s even breathing. You pull back and find that his eyes are almost completely black, his shadows have slowed to a crawl behind him, like a snake coiled for attack. A shiver runs down your spine as you realise you're staring into the stone cold eyes of the Night Courts Spymaster. You silently berate yourself for wanting him more for it.

He pushes off the wall and you instantly miss the feel of him against you but he slides his fingers around your wrist as he pulls you from the room.

“I’m going to fucking kill him, I swear.” He snarls as he leads you back down the hall to your room.

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Just as Azriel turns to enter the bedroom one of his shadows snaps out and wraps itself around Cassian's neck.

“You wanted my attention?” Azriel curls his free hand into a fist and the shadow tightens around his airway. Cassian sits up in the bed and attempts to pull the shadow away, struggling for air.

“Now you have it.” Azriel snarls, dropping your wrist and striding towards the bed.

“Az don’t hurt him!” You cry out and try to tug Azriel backwards.

The shadow loosens but remains looped around Cassian's neck. He pulls in gasping breaths that match Azriel's heaving chest as he towers over the end of the bed.

I’m okay baby girl, he’s not going to hurt me. Cassian’s gruff voice enters your mind.

Y/N you should go clean up while I deal with him. With the bond now open Azriel’s cool tone slides into your mind as well.

But- You begin a little unsure but you’re quickly interrupted.

She knows the safe word, she doesn’t have to go anywhere. Cassian sits up straighter glaring at Azriel in challenge.

More of Azriel’s shadows begin to crawl along the bed.

Why does she know the safe word? Azriel seethes.

You stand frozen watching the back and forth between them.

Well I wasn’t going to edge her without the safe word was I? Cassian cocks his head to the side and you swear you see a vein pop in Azriel’s neck.

Azriel spins and you duck a little to avoid his outstretched wings.

“How many times?” His dark eyes now fall to you.

Cassian replies before you can “It was onl-”

The shadow around Cassian’s neck slides onto his face, gagging him. Other shadows pounce from the mattress and swirl around his wrists pinning him down.

“I swear to the Cauldron if you fucking speak again.” Azriel growls over his shoulder. He stands before you, the picture of death. Dark wings splayed across the room, hands balled into fists, muscles strung tight. And you're surprised to find your voice does not waiver as you reply.

“Three times.”

“Y/N it’s up to you if you want to stay or go.” He nods sharply and turns back to face Cassian, giving you the opportunity to slip out of the room without a fuss if needed. Instead you slip past him, climb onto the bed above Cassian’s head and rest against the headboard. Both their eyes trail your movements before Azriel’s land on Cassian again.

“So you think you can take pleasure from my mate and leave her unsatisfied?” Azriel begins loosening the top of his leathers as he paces around the bed. He reaches for the sheet that is still covering Cassian’s bottom half and whips it away.

“Figures you’d be hard again, you always were a fucking whore. Maybe you’ve lost your touch? Couldn’t keep it up long enough for Y/N to get off?” He breathes a sinister chuckle.

A low growl ripples through Cassian’s chest, still gagged and bound by shadows, at the insinuation.

“Would you like to help me teach him a lesson love?” Azriel questions you as he removes the top half of his leathers and undershirt sending muscles rippling.

Your mouth is watering at the sight of him and it’s all you can do to nod dumbly as you reply “Yes please.”

Azriel’s eyes spark in surprise and then the mattress dips beside you as he leans towards you.

“Show me how he used you sweetheart.” His fingers brush gently down the length of your jaw.

You send the images flickering down the bond – of Cassian’s mouth on you, his hands bringing you to the edge and finally of you riding atop him.

Azriel’s eyes are completely black as they flick between yours. Wordlessly he reaches for you and pulls you into his arms. Cut him off baby girl. His deep voice curls in the back of your mind as his soft lips brush against yours. You do as he says, lifting a shield between your mind and Cassian’s.

Cassian’s throat rips open in snarls from where he lays on the bed with the two of you kneeling before him. Your eyes flick across to him, your heart constricting at his distress and you immediately want to reach out to him.

He’s okay. Azriel’s fingers find their way under your chin turning your attention back to him. He’s just swearing at me profusely for cutting him off. First I want to take care of you. He begins to trail kisses down your neck. Then we can deal with him.

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Cassian watches from the top of the bed as Azriel positions you on all fours. You’re faced towards him, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide. Cauldron he wishes he wasn’t bound right now.

Give her back. Cassian growls down the bond at Azriel. Furious he’s been shut out from your mind, from your emotions, with you so close.

You can have her back when I think you deserve it. Azriel snarls as he slides into you from behind. Cassian watches your breath catch, feels you clench at the sheets beneath them and he’s slowly going mad. He struggles against the shadows that pin his wrists to the bed and attempts to shift the shadows that bind his mouth. He’s never been so close to safe wording before. Your proximity but infinite distance pulls and frays at every instinct he has.

Azriel has set a hard and fast pace, bringing you to the edge that Cassian refused to tip you over. And as you come undone with panting whimpers, Cassian bucks his hips into the air with a muffled groan, failing to find the friction his leaking cock is begging for.

Azriel slides out of you, cock still hard and glistening from your release. That’s how you pleasure my mate Cassian. Azriel’s growl filters through the bond.

Fuck you, she’s mine too. Cassian bites back, the only way he can right now.

Oh no, I think I’ll fuck you. He smirks darkly. Eventually.

Azriel gives you a small nod and you crawl forward towards Cassian, and Hel if he was standing he would have gone to his knees at the sight.

Your plush lips wrap around his head and he throws his head back against the pillow, a groan escapes between clenched teeth. Fuck this might be all he needs to survive, forget food and water he’ll live off your touch alone if he needs to.

Your head bobs up and down his length and he can feel the pleasure building. Can feel his muscles tightening, ready to pump his release down his pretty mates throat.

Suddenly Azriel has his hand wrapped in the hair at the nape of your neck pulling you off him with a small pop.

“Good girl, that’s enough.” Azriel purrs into your ear before capturing your mouth with his, sliding his tongue along your lower lip.

Cassian’s chest rises and falls in deep pants. Release me now Azriel or I swear to the Cauldron I’l-

You’ll what? Azriel cocks his head to the side. You’re not really in any position to be making demands.

Azriel releases you then to lie back on the bed. He looms over Cassian, face hovering only inches away, wings flared wide behind him almost blacking out the room. You have a pretty face General, but I want to hear those pretty noises to match. He punctuates his remark by sliding two long fingers inside Cassian.

Cassian’s skin already feels like it’s on fire and Azriel’s assault on that spot inside him might just cause him to combust. He simultaneously wants to throw Azriel through the nearest wall and kiss his stupidly handsome face. Azriel hadn’t let himself take control like this since they had accepted the mating bond with Y/N and Cassian had finally found the right buttons to press - Y/N’s. Now he was both reaping the benefits and paying the price for it.

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You lay beside your mates as you take in Azriel at work. The bulge of his arms, the scars that litter his torso criss-cross with Illyrian swirls, the half smirk that graces his lips as he pulls whimpers from Cassian.

Azriel’s eyes are still clouded in darkness, wholly focused on the task at hand which now appears to be Cassian’s punishment.

Long fingers slide in and out of Cassian, stretching him open with every pass. You want to reach out to him, to open the bond and allow your emotions to mingle with his but you don’t want to go against Azriel’s command. This was the control that Cassian had alluded to. The side of Azriel they had kept away from you. The night you found out about the mating bond comes back to you...

‘ You don’t scare me, Shadowsinger. You let admiration flow through the bond along with your words. In a blink of an eye Azriel is crowded over you, arms braced on the sides of your chair.

Really? He smirks down at you in challenge ‘

Should you be afraid right now? Azriel hovers over Cassian propped on an elbow. One hand thrusting inside him the other pulling at the hair from the top of his scalp. He’s grinning down at Cassian’s muffled cries like he might just sink his teeth into his flesh to make him cry out more. His wings a flare out dimming the room and the shadows that hold Cassian down are joined by others that swirl along the bed, slide over muscled bodies, until they appear to be drowning in darkness.

But Cassian doesn’t fight for the surface, his head is thrown back as moans of pleasure reverberate through his chest like he’d willingly give his last breath for Azriel to keep going. Suddenly you watch Cassian stiffen, his eyes shooting open as Azriel stills. You’re sure more violent words are exchanged between them as Azriel once again denies Cassian of his release.

Your skin tingles at the sight and without an ounce of fear, you realise that maybe you want to drown in the darkness too.

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Cassian’s eyes flick to you as you move across the bed but you keep your gaze locked to Azriel. You slide a hand across his shoulder and he rises at your gentle command, settling onto his knees. Your focus never wavers as you settle yourself across Cassian’s waist towards the shadowsinger. His grin is gone and he watches your every movement carefully. You let your eyes wander down his toned chest, watch his abs flex under your gaze before landing on his thick length. Azriel’s hard cock brushes his stomach, the thick vein running along the underside revealed to you. His cock hovers only inches from Cassian’s which is flushed red as you watch a bead of precum swell at the tip. With them both straining before you, you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to take them both at the same time. To have them filling you, stretching you -

Oh sweetheart, say the word and your wish is my command. Azriel purrs. Your eyes flick to meet black ones as you lift yourself from your perch on Cassian’s chiselled torso, giving him the perfect view of your ass, before sinking down on his length. His hips make a feeble attempt to meet yours but Azriel is upon you, strong calloused hands gripping your hips and holding you down.

Azriel’s mouth captures yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip. His rough hands explore your body, sliding over soft skin and cupping your breasts. You let out a small whimper at the all consuming sensation of one mate stretching you open while the other runs expert hands along every nerve. Azriel pulls back, a short growl rolling from his chest.

“What’s wrong?” You pant softly. “He won’t keep quiet.” His eyes flick over your shoulder momentarily at Cassian. The lord of bloodshed was never one to go quietly, so you can only imagine what he’s throwing down the bond at Azriel right now. Azriel takes up your hands in his and places them on his shoulders. He leans forward, lips brushing your neck and murmurs “Hold on sweetheart.” Your fingers flex into thick muscle as he leans into you.

“You want more General?” He snarls over you before lifting Cassian’s hips slightly. The movement forces him even deeper inside you and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Without warning Azriel slams into him. Cassian lets out a muffled cry that you hope is more pleasure than pain.

“Is that enough for you?” Azriel chuckles darkly. Azriel’s large hands envelop your waist once more as he guides you up and down on Cassian in time with his own thrusts. You let yourself go, let Azriel use your body to pleasure Cassian as all you can focus on is your own. When you find yourself on the edge again Azriel’s gentle purr is there.

Drop your shield, let him feel all of you Y/N.

You do as he says, dropping your mental shield and finally opening the bond to Cassian again. A flood of emotion washes over you, of relief, anger, envy, happiness all swirling together but the prevailing sense of lust is all consuming.

Cassian’s emotions tangling with your own is overwhelming and that coil building inside of you snaps. You fall willingly into the dark abyss of your release. Seeing you reach your climax has both of your mates falling after you and soon the only sound in the room is the mix of panting breaths.

Azriel recalls his shadows and immediately Cassian claims you. He grabs your sides and twists you towards him, lips laying kisses to any piece of skin in his reach.

Y/N? Cassian’s low timbre reverberates in your mind, soft and timid.

I’m here Cass. You run your fingers through his soft hair, doing your best to calm him. Are you okay?

Never better sweetheart. His fingers trace circles on your back. Just need you here. Need you close.

Having the bond cut off had obviously taken a toll on him, like a carrot on a stick Azriel had dangled you in front of him the entire time.

You are far tastier than a carrot my love. I just need a few minutes to recentre. Also I’m afraid if I let you go I’ll make good on some of the nastier promises I made Az. His broad chest bounces beneath you with his chuckle.

Yes you were starting to get rather creative towards the end there. Azriel chuckles along with him. I’ll get you both some water.

Azriel’s weight lifts from the bed as you lean down and kiss Cassian softly.

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So, this is what you’ve both been keeping from me? You slowly trace the Illyrian tattoos along Cassian’s chest with your fingertips. He ponders the ceiling for a moment before responding.

When we first met Azriel at the Illyrian camps, he was untrained, never learnt to fly and had a darkness that trailed after him. His mouth quirks with a smile, obviously remembering the time fondly. However your bottom lip juts out in a pout, recalling why it was so in the first place.

After bein- Cassian paused for a moment After the childhood he had, having never known a sense of control, his untamed power would just take over. He ended up in twelve fights in his first week at camp.

Cassian leaned down, absentmindedly brushing his lips to the top of your head.

Shortly after the mating bond snapped we discovered a way for him to manage. An outlet that gave him full control when he felt himself slipping into the darkness. Everyone thought his new friendship and proximity to the future High Lord was the cause of the change. That he was now able to maintain focus, control and wield his power better than ever. Only Rhys and I knew the truth.

It was very generous of you, to become that for him. You smile softly.

Cassian breaks out into a deep laugh, the vibrations tingling your skin.

Oh no, it wasn’t generosity at all. He grins widely. My horny ass got me caught out after Az got in a fight with Rhys one night. His eyes went dark, shadows flying, solid muscle straining in flight leathers. He looked as if death came to walk the earth and I got fucking hard. He laughs again at himself. Az scented it and jumped me, Rhys couldn’t winnow away fast enough. I guess you could say the darkness called to me.

I think I know the feeling. You giggled to yourself. Cassian raised a hand to your chin, pulling your eyes to his dazzling grin still wide.

And that is why we are made for each other my love. He pulls you in for another lingering kiss.

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Azriel softly pads back to the bedroom with two glasses in hand. He’d stopped at his room to throw on soft pants and a light shirt even though he didn’t want to be away from either of you for a second. It felt strange not being the one comforting Cassian right now but he knew that Y/N was what he needed. Especially after he had made her withhold the bond. Azriel pulls his bottom lip between sharp teeth. He has to admit that was dark, even for him. But Cassian never truly wavered and that scared him a little. One day he was going to do something that caused Cassian to truly snap and there would be no going back.

Azriel reaches your bedroom door and takes in the sight of his mates tangled together. Y/N half sprawled over Cassian, hair fanned across his chest. Cassian’s hand resting possessively on your hip, holding you to him even as you rested in a state between sleep and awake. He doesn’t know how long he stands there taking them in. Gods they look like they were made for eachother. Like they were poured from the Cauldron in the same moment and have only now found their way back to each other. Both so beautiful, strong and filled with light.

He catches one of his shadows sliding along the bed to you both and his heart freezes. In your combined blooms of light his shadow is the thorny vine. The weed that is pruned as to not cause destruction and decay to the beauty.

Azriel stumbles back towards the hall. How did he not see it? For so long he thought the Cauldron had made a mistake in giving him Cassian. And of course he never deserved a second mate, especially not one as brilliant as Y/N. And now here was the proof.

Perhaps he was a placeholder until you and Cassian could meet? Perhaps he was a mistake altogether? Whatever the reason, he saw it clearly now. He didn’t belong between you, he was a burden to be shouldered and you both deserved so much more. You deserved each other. He slipped from the room completely.

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It’s the suffocating warmth that has you rolling away from Cassian. You’re sure he runs ten degrees hotter than any normal being. You slide your fingers along the sheets searching for the cool touch of your shadowsinger, only to come up empty. You sit up scanning the dark room but don’t find a single shadow out of place.

Azriel never returned with the waters he promised and there are no glasses on the bedside table to suggest he returned at all. Cassian mumbles into the pillow beside you as you pull his discarded shirt over your head for the second time tonight. You swing your legs off the bed and pad down the hall.

You approach the dim light of the kitchen to find a note pinned beneath a blade on the kitchen counter. Panic begins to set in, your heart pounding in your chest. You hear a commotion down the hall and pray to the Cauldron that it’s Azriel who will appear to quiet the noise pulsing in your head.

But it’s Cassian who stumbles into the kitchen next to you. Sensing your distress he’d obviously lept from the bed only pausing long enough to collect his underwear and a blade.

“What’s wrong?” He pants eyes darting around the room, assessing for a threat. You nod towards the note on the counter not trusting your voice.

He approaches it cautiously, as if it could jump from the surface and attack at any moment. He pushes the blade aside, picks up the note and reads it in the time it takes for you to figure out how to breathe again.

You watch as Cassian’s wings fall. The tips dragging on the ground. He reads the note again as if that will change anything about its contents.

His hand falls and he steps towards you, handing you the note.

“He’s gone.” His low voice rumbles.

My love,

Forgive me. I hope this letter remains in one piece long enough for you to read but I can understand if you do not grant me such a privilege. I never thought I would need to say goodbye to you, as you are my home. But I can not jeopardise your safety, Y/N’s safety, any longer.After centuries my darkness still remains unpredictable and for so long you have been its balm. Somehow you have kept the shadows inside me at bay.

But now my darkness threatens your new light. Y/N is everything you have always deserved. She is warmth, calm, serenity and whilst I wish beyond anything to bask in that light along with you I cannot take that risk.

I know I do not have the right to ask anything of you now but I beg of you to take care of her. Be her protector where I cannot, be the strength she needs and the mate I cannot be. Until my last breath I will be yours.

Always. Azriel.

“He’s gone.” You manage to choke out.

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Azriel scratches another line into the rough rock wall. Three months. It’s been three months since he left and he’s not sure how he’s still breathing.

Originally he planned to flee the Night Court entirely, settle far away perhaps on the continent. But he couldn’t bring himself to even cross the border.

He could stay close, he told himself. He could embody the shadows that are loyal to him, become a part of the darkness. From this small cave in the mountainside he could watch over Velaris, monitor for danger. Maybe one day he’d even have the strength to return to the city, moving between the shadows only to catch a glimpse of his mates on an errand.

He could see it now, Cassian trailing after Y/N complaining about carrying all of the gifts you’d buy for Starfall. You’d give some witty reply and then stand on tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.

Starfall. It was tonight. Azriel’s eyes traced the sky as if he’d already catch a glimpse of those dazzling lights in the waning evening light. He’d never been apart from Cassian on this night, he’d never even had the chance to properly spend it with Y/N. But you had each other and you would be safe from him.

He rubs at his chest. His heart straining behind his ribs, as if it feels betrayed by him, as if it will leave him here in this cave and return to his mates alone. Azriel takes a steadying breath and steps back into the darkness of the cave. He wouldn’t go back. They were better without him.

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You stood on the balcony of the eerily quiet House of Wind. On Starfall your home was usually a buzz of activity but this year Rhysand had moved the festivities to his river house to give you some peace and quiet.

But the quiet was suffocating as you stood alone. One mate was missing and the other…

Cassian had become a shadow of himself. After Azriel left he trained less, took on less missions from Rhys and eventually stopped leaving his room.

Every morning you bought him food, every evening you curled up with him and told him of your day but you could feel him slipping from you.

His once dark black wings had begun to fade to an ashy grey. On the days he dressed his sirens remained dull and lifeless. You were lost on what more you could do. You were losing him.

Tears roll down your cheeks and reflect the first tumbling lights of Starfall. An all encompassing sadness washes over you, your lungs becoming tight and it slowly becomes harder to breathe. It was as if your emotions were too much for one person to hold.

Your breath catches in your throat. It couldn’t be?

Azriel? You reach out.

After months of Azriel having the bond shutdown you didn’t realise when he’d crept back in. You try to reach for more but you feel his presence sliding away.

No. He had to stay. You couldn’t keep going on like this. You throw down the bond the one thing that might get him to stay.

I think Cassian is dying. You let out a sob. Azriel he’s fading and I don’t know what to do.

One moment you're watching the stars fall from the sky, the next they’re blacked out by a pair of wings high above you. The Illyrian drops sharply from the sky and lands heavily next to you, vibrations sent rumbling through the stone.

“Az?” You whisper.

Azriel straightens from his landing. He looks disheveled, hair askew, dark circles permanently embedded under even darker eyes.

“I know I don’t deserve-“ he doesn’t look at you as he speaks. “What’s wrong with him? Was he poisoned? Injured?” He stares out over the balcony and you can see his jaw clench.

“You left.” You growl out.

“That’s not important right no-“ He snarls

“No! You. Left. Azriel. That’s what’s wrong with him.” You throw the images down the bond. Cassian slumped in his chair. Of his fading complexion. Wings barely lifted from the floor.

Azriel flinches at the sight. Then he finally looks at you. Tears welling in his eyes.

“I had to Y/N.” He swallows thickly. “My nature is literally the depths of darkness. I skate a thin line of control and I can’t afford to fall from that ledge now that there is you.”

“Az-“ You move to step toward him.

“No.” Azriel shakes his head and side steps further from you. “You don’t understand. Cassian is whole and good and light. He is the moon. And you. You are his stars. You are two of the same. Meant for each other.” He grips the balcony's ledge so tightly the scars of his hands bloom white. Your emotions are at war inside you. You are furious that he left, joyful that he has returned and heart broken that he doesn’t see himself the way you do.

“If Cassian is the moon and I am the stars then Azriel you are our night sky.” You move to him now, resting your hands lightly on his forearm. The note he left that night beginning to make sense. “Your darkness doesn’t dim our light, it’s the reason for our brightness. Your darkness is the blanket in which we rest, the sanctuary in which we relied upon.” You take a steadying breath.

You begin to step back, to give him some space “But if your heart does not beat for us the way-“

Azriel’s hand snaps to your wrist and suddenly you find yourself wrapped in his arms, your face burrowed in his chest. His lips brush against the top of your head.

“Do not. For a second. Insinuate that I don’t think of you both in every second of every day.” You hold him infinitely closer at his words.

Time stretches on between you as you stand in each other's arms. Eventually you pull back.

“I need to tell Cassian that you’re here.” Azriel releases you from his arms and immediately you want to go back to him.

“You will stay?” You ask wary that as soon as you turn he will disappear again.

He nods. “I’ll wait to see him.”

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The door clicks closed on Cassian’s room as you step back into the hall. You find Azriel there waiting for you.

“He said” you pause.

“He doesn’t want to see me.” Azriel finishes unsurprised.

“Yes.” You admit quietly.

“It’s okay Y/N. He’s always been a stubborn ass.” His lips lift in a soft smirk. “I deserve much worse.” His wings fall and he turns to walk back down the hall. You quickly follow not wanting to let him out of your sight.

He pulls a chair out from the dining table and slumps into it. Instead of taking a seat of your own, you move to stand between his legs. He welcomes you into his space, hands finding your hips as your fingers brush across a stubbled jaw.

“I want to stay.” He whispers, dark eyes meeting yours.

“Then stay Azriel.” You whisper back. Letting your fingers trail across his face, committing every line and freckle to memory.

“How will you forgive me?” He turns to brush his lips along your palm. “How will he?”

“Just give it some time Azriel. He needs to know that you are staying for good. That you are committed to this.” You can’t bring yourself to say that you need it too, but you can see in Azriel’s eyes that he understands.

You stand in peace for a moment. Azriel was far from forgiven but he was here, back in your arms, back where he belonged.

“I’ll take the dedication.” Azriel nods after a moment, as if all is decided.

“The dedication?” You take a half step back trying to read his face.

“It’s an old Illyrian custom, the greatest act of commitment of one Illyrian to another.” He stands from the chair and takes your hands in his.

“It’s a sacrifice I will make for him and for you. I don’t expect either of you to forgive me right away but it’s a start.” His eyes are determined as they flick between yours.

He brings your hands to his lips and kisses each of them gently.

“I have to go to Windhaven. But I’ll be back soon.” He releases your hands and goes to move away.

“Wait.” You put a hand to his chest. “If this dedication is so important why haven’t you or Cassian taken it before?”

“Cassian wouldn-” He pauses. “It’s an outdated tradition. It’s rarely completed anymore. But I promise Y/N.” He steps forward and places a light kiss to your cheek “I’ll be back.”

He disappears over the closest balcony and a sinking feeling won’t leave your gut. Azriel is desperate to fix things between the three of you. What if this dedication is dangerous? What if he doesn’t return because he no longer can?

Azriel had said it was an old tradition no a sacrifice, but of what? He said that Cassian wouldn’t… No. This is bad. Whatever this dedication was Cassian didn’t want it from Azriel, which meant it was definitely dangerous. And Cassian was in no state to stop him. You did the only thing you could think to do.

Rhysand!

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Rhys arrived at the house only moments later, his deep velvet suit twinkling with the lights of Starfall. Within the Night Court you could usually always reach him, but given recent events he had been extra vigilant of you and Cassian.

“I’m sorry to pull you from your family tonight.” You apologise.

“You are all part of my family. Is he okay?” Rhys tilts his head in consideration.

“Cass is fine. What’s the dedication?” You rush out.

“What? How do you know about dedication?” He looks at you with wide eyes and gods that cannot be good.

“Azriel’s back. Cassian wouldn’t see him and he’s gone to Windhaven to take the dedication. What is it? Is it another Rite?” The more you talk the whiter Rhys’ face becomes. And then he’s furious.

“That fucking fool.” Rhysand’s wings burst forth and he pivots heading back the way he came, to the stairs to the rooftop.

“Rhys?” You rush after him, taking the stairs two at a time.

“The dedication is an ancient Illyrian tradition. Usually performed by females.” His low growls echo through the stone stairwell. “It’s the ultimate act of submission of one Illyrian to another.”

Your stomach rolls at the implications. If the Illyrians no longer performed this dedication then it had to be truly barbaric.

“What act?” You pant out as Rhys reaches the door to the roof.

He turns to you briefly, “He’s going to remove his wings.”

You freeze. Your body literally locks into place at the top of stairs as Rhysand bursts onto the roof and takes flight, disappearing into the night sky.

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You don’t know how long you stand there, frozen in place. Azriel was going to remove his wings? Maybe they were already gone?

No. You couldn’t think like that. But why did he think you’d want that? Cassian wouldn’t want that, would he?

A thousand more questions run through your mind before your trance is broken by the appearance of two bodies in the sky above you.

Suddenly one body shoves away from the other and two pairs of Illyrian wings are silhouetted by the lights of Starfall.

Thank the Cauldron. Rhysand had reached him in time. You can hear their shouts of arguing far above you, but you can’t make out what’s being said.

You take the moment to reach out to Cassian.

Cass. You feel his warmth wrap around your mind. It always felt like being rugged up near a crackling fire when he reached for you. Azriel took off to Windhaven to take the dedication. He’s okay. Rhysand brought him back. All the warmth leached from your mind and you felt his side of the bond go cold. You let out a breath. You’d deal with that issue later, you could only handle one problem at a time right now.

Rhysand and Azriel were finally gliding back to the roof, both looking furious. As Azriel’s feet touch down you’re almost sent tumbling by a black blur flying past you. Cassian collides heavily with Azriel, sending his back slamming into the wall of the house.

Cassian, now dressed in full Illyrian leather's red sirens flaring brighter than you had seen in weeks, has Azriel pinned with a forearm to his chest.

“What the fuck are you thinking.” He snarls.

Azriel doesn’t even attempt to fight back, he allows himself to be held against the wall, wings flared on either side.

Rhysand takes quick stock of the situation like he’s seen this scenario play out a hundred times before and maybe he had. His eyes find yours and you give him a small nod, giving your thanks and letting him know that you’ll be okay. Rhys takes to the sky once again, returning to his family at the River House.

“You don’t get to reappear after three months and then take off to Windhaven for the dedication!” You’d never seen the fury in Cassian directed at Azriel before.

“What were you going to do huh?” He doesn’t wait for Azriel to respond. His voice raises as he becomes more desperate “Go through all that pain, retrain for weeks to adjust to the change in balance, just to rejoin a battle and leave yourself vulnerable? You enter a ward and you don’t winnow out! Did you think about that? That you wouldn’t be able to leave the ground anymore? That you wouldn’t be able to get out? That you wouldn’t be able to get her out?” Cassian tosses his head back in your direction. Azriel's eyes flick from Cassian to you and you can tell he hadn’t thought about it. That type of combat was Cassian’s forte. Those are the things that Cassian would always think about first.

“For what Azriel?” He lifts his forearm and slams it back into his chest.

“For you!” Azriel finally shouts back. “For you and for her. I would gladly deliver my wings to you on a silver platter if it meant you would even look in my direction again.”

“What?” Cassian steps back stunned.

“I left because I thought you’d both be better off without me.” Azriel pushes from the wall.

An image of you and Cassian tangled in bed together floods your vision and you realise it’s from the night Azriel left. You watch as his attention is drawn to one of his shadows crawling towards your resting figures and you know that's the moment he decided to leave.

You immediately answer with a memory of your own. With the conversation that directly preceded Azriel’s perspective.

He looked as if death came to walk the earth and I got fucking hard. Casian laughs at himself. Az scented it and jumped me, Rhys couldn’t winnow away fast enough. I guess you could say the darkness called to me.

I think I know the feeling. You giggled to yourself. Cassian raised a hand to your chin, pulling your eyes to his, dazzling grin still wide.

And that is why we are made for each other my love. He pulls you in for another lingering kiss.

You let the memory fade and you’re all brought back to the roof.

“You said we were the moon and the stars,” Cassian cocks his head in consideration as you step forward. And you already know you’ll have to fill him in on that conversation later. “But left to our own devices we burn each other out. You are the diffuser. You are the solace that cradles the light, that controls the burn.” You take his hand in yours, letting all the love and concern you have for him slide down the bond.

“If you thought she was made for me and I for her you were wrong.” Cassian’s voice is hoarse from the yelling. “We were made for you.”

Azriel’s eyes well with tears.

“And you walked away.” Cassian turns back to the house, all the fight now depleted from him.

Azriel bows his head in defeat.

“Cassian.” Azriel begs.

Cassian stills halfway to the door.

“I want to come home.” Azriel’s voice breaks.

“Then come home.” Cassian tosses over his shoulder before striding back into the house.

---------------------------------------------------------------------- a/n: So I think I'm incapable of writing a happy endings at this point, but Part 3 maybe?

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