#az drabble

[lalacliffthorne]

a summer storm and movie night with the whole gang 🍿💕

(this is so long it might as well count as a one shot, but it's also just so wholesome and cosy)

"Cass?", I yell, my voice slightly muffled. "Help!"

I hear the creaking of the couch and heavy steps closing in quickly. Then they falter, followed by a loud snort.

"What the fuck -"

"Hlep," I mumble softly.

There's a deep, barely suppressed laugh somewhere on the other side of the mattress that I've been dragging from Cassian's room and somehow managed to get stuck in the doorway. Then a tattooed hand appears above me and pats my head.

"It's okay, sweets, I got you." Cassian sounds like he's grinning widely, and I grumble and somehow manage to flip him off.

"Get it off me!"

There's a tug, then the mattress drops forward, and I plummet forward with it, barely managing to catch myself in the doorframe.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cassian holds out a hand, and when I grab it, he pulls me over the mattress and catches me before I can faceplant. There's a grin on his face as he holds me upright until I find my footing, squeezing my waist before looking down at the mattress, and I huff and straighten, blowing a strand of hair out of my face.

"Want to set up the living room before the others get here, and your mattress is the biggest, so -"

"Why didn't you say anything; I would've helped you, you little shithead." Shaking his head, Cassian leans down and easily lifts the mattress off the ground, propping it against the doorframe.

"I don't know, you were busy," I grumble and straighten my t-shirt.

"Never too busy for you, sweetheart." Cassian crunches his brows dramatically, then breaks into a wide grin when I kick his shin.

Chuckling under his breath, Cass nudges my side, creases forming in his cheeks when he nods towards the living room. "C'mon, let's move the coffee table out of the way before we get this thing in there."

Sighing, I slip past him, and Cass follows me.

The living room is dunked in warm light, the door to the balcony open. The first summer storm is brewing outside, thick dark clouds are covering the sky and the air smells sweet and faintly like rain.

Cass and I carry the coffee table over to the windows, then we push the armchairs together so they form a backrest. I squint at the now empty space between the couches, then I lean myself against the right one to move it to the side a little.

"Hrghhh..."

My feet slide over the hardwood floors, and there's a snort behind me. Then Cass starts laughing, his shoulders shaking and head tipping back.

"Stop laughing and help me," I whine, barely holding back the giggle beginning to bubble in my own chest, and Cass shakes his head with a wide grin, dimples digging into his cheeks when he helps me drag the couch a few feet back.

Together, we pull his mattress into the space between the couches. Then I go and get the blankets and array of pillows from my own. I can barely see over the big heap as I carry it back into the living room, but I manage to not run into any doorways. Cass disappears into his bedroom to get his own blanket before carrying Azriel's and Rhys' duvets into the living room.

When the pillows are finally arranged and the duvets cover the couches, I'm fanning myself. "Fucking hell, please make it rain soon."

Cassian plops down with a groan and stretches out in the middle of the mattress, his muscles bunching for a few seconds before he relaxes and drops his head onto one of my pillows, brows crunching. "Why don't we just always have it like this; this is fucking amazing."

"I don't know." I climb over the couch and happily plop down next to him. Shuffling around until I can rest my head on his stomach, I relax dramatically and exhale.

Slowly, my eyes slide shut. The scent of Cassian's cologne rises into my nose, mixing with the heavy scent of coming rain and a slightly cooler breeze brushing in through the window. Cassian's torso moves under my head with his slow, even breaths, shifting when he props his head onto his arm. Outside, the first raindrops hit the stone of the balcony.

The peace is abruptly interrupted when there's a deep call of my name.

I grumble, and Cassian's chest vibrates when he chuckles under his breath.

"Oi."

A pillow lands on my face, and I jump.

"Rhys!"

Cassian starts laughing properly, his body shaking mine and head tipping back, and I grab the pillow to pull it from my face, craning my neck and glaring, even though I can't keep a pout from forming on my face. "What the fuck was that for?"

A feline smirk is gracing Rhys' face as he rests his hands onto the back of the couch. "Gently waking you from your slumber, princess."

Cassian's deep chuckle shakes my head, and I flip Rhys off.

"What do you want?" Huddling in again, I blink sleepily. "I'm comfy."

"Oh, I can see that." A dimple digs into Rhys' cheek when he smirks at me, and I grumble, closing my eyes and flipping him off again.

"We're doing quality control." Cassian's voice vibrates through me, deep and lazy, the light smirk on his lips audible.

"Of what, your own mattress?" Sarcasm drips from Rhys' voice.

Cassian shifts, the movement making my head roll to the side lightly when he shrugs. "Hey, we need to see if it's still comfy when it's on the floor."

"And?" Rhys raises an eyebrow drily.

"Come and find out." Cassian grins shit-eatingly, and Rhys huffs.

"You know you want to..." I sing sang, patting the mattress next to me without opening my eyes, feeling a wide smile slowly spreading over my lips.

For a second, I can feel Rhys stare. Then he exhales deeply and pushes off the couch. "Whatever. You won't move anyway."

"Nope." I can hear the light smirk in Cassian's voice and giggle.

A second later, the mattress dips; the smell of something dark and expensive washes over me, then Rhys drops his head onto my stomach and sighs. "You two are an awful influence."

"Shhhhh...", Cassian and I mumble in unison, Cassian's face splitting into a wide grin while I reach out to blindly pat Rhys' chest.

"You love us."

I can feel him huff, but there's the trace of a grin in his voice when he mumbles: "Yeah, yeah."

Beaming softly, I exhale and bury into the blankets.

Outside, rain slowly starts pattering against the sandstone of the balcony. I can feel Cassian's chest rising and falling steadily with his breaths, and Rhys' hair tickling my skin where my shirt has ridden up. Warmth radiates from both of them, and something swells gently in my chest.

I'm a few seconds away from truly dozing off when the floorboards creak and a deep voice brushes over my skin, low and smooth and lazy.

"Do I want to know?"

My heart swells against my ribs until it feels like they might crack open, and a beaming smile spreads over my face.

"Quality control," it echoes from three mouths in unison, a giggle bubbles in my throat, and my lids flutter open.

Both Rhys' and Cassian's eyes are still closed. Rhys is smirking, and Cassian is grinning, creases forming in his cheeks.

Another giggle shakes my body softly, and I crane my neck. My gaze finds the doorway, and my chest swells.

Azriel is leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, one dark eyebrow arched slightly and a smirk tugging at his lips. The planes of his face look like carved from marble in the soft, warm light, his eyes filled with lazy amusement as they pierce mine, and my breath catches.

"Wanna join?" I send him a wide, cheeky smile.

The crease in Azriel's cheek deepens with his smirk, and he raises an eyebrow, his low voice vibrating through me lazily. "Didn't you want to finish your cake?"

Rhys exhales before pushing himself up with a soft groan. "God damn it, he's right." He pats my calf. "Alright, come on, princess; nap time's over."

I whine, and Cassian's chest shakes with his deep chuckles when he stretches out his hand. With a sigh, I grab it, and Cass pulls me up into a seated position.

"Thank you." I press a smacking kiss onto his cheek, then I laboriously push myself to my feet and climb over his legs. Rhys smirks and flicks my nose, and I huff and flip him off. Then I slip past him, and my eyes meet Azriel's, deep and amber and twinkling.

The doorbell rings, and I press the last blueberry into the cream I've spread over the homemade sponge, then I slide over the kitchen floor into the hall to buzz the downstairs door open.

Unlocking the front door to the flat and leaving it standing ajar, I pad back into the kitchen. Rain patters steadily against the window, and the candles on the table flicker. The air smells like petrichor, berries and chocolate when I lean down to pull the tray with little warm tartes from the oven.

I hear footsteps on the stairs out in the hallway when I start cutting the cake into big slices. A few seconds later, there's a happy groan, and when I look over my shoulder, Mor drops her umbrella onto the floor dramatically and closes her eyes as she breathes in deeply. Then she opens them again and grins widely.

"God, I love you two."

Rhys snorts, and Mor beams and throws her arms around me in a tight hug. She's wearing pyjamas as requested; a deep red satin set, her hair gathered in a messy bun at the top of her head that wiggles happily when she presses a smacking kiss onto my cheek before squeezing past me.

Behind her, Feyre closes the front door with her shoulder and sends me a wide smile. "Hey." She holds up two big paper bags. "Snacks, as requested. I brought you caramel popcorn."

"Mhmm..." Mor sniffs at the chocolate tartes cooling on the counter before beaming at the cake next to them. Then she blinks and raises her head, frowning. "We're still ordering pizza though, right?"

Rhys smirks. "Oh, yeah, I know this isn't feeding you nor Cass."

Mor grins and pats his cheek, raising her brows with a happy sigh. "You know us too well."

Feyre appears next to me, pulling me into a tight hug and beaming softly at me. She's also wearing comfy clothes; a hoodie I feel like I know from somewhere and a pair of soft wide pyjama pants.

I giggle and squeeze her back, then I raise my brows. "What else did you get?"

Feyre raises her brows and plops the bags onto the counter. "So, we bought two more kinds of popcorn, pretzels, crisps, chocolate -"

"Did somebody say chocolate?" Cass appears in the doorway and sniffs the air, brows crunching inquisitively. He has showered, his hair half dried and haphazardly pulled back, and changed into a wide t-shirt and loose joggers.

Mor bounds over to hug him happily, and Cass chuckles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and squeezing.

"Alright, there are bowls over there, just put whatever you got in there." Rhys sends Feyre a feline smirk. "Darling -"

Feyre huffs, but her cheeks tinge pink even as she glowers at him, and Rhys' grin widens as his eyes pierce her face.

Clearing my throat softly, I pull one of the bags with shopping towards me and gently bump my elbow into Feyre's back. She hastily turns around, and I send her a cheeky grin. "Bowls please?"

The blush on her cheeks deepens, and she glares at me and pulls the bowls towards us.

Over her head, I catch Rhys' staring at her, a small crease forming in his cheek.

A giggle bubbles in my throat, and he blinks, tearing himself out of it and meeting my gaze.

Whipped, I mouth, widening my eyes and sending him a bright, mischievous smile.

Rhys huffs and clears his throat, turning. "Alright, Mor, can you get me the whipped cream out of the fridge?"

Giggling under my breath, I start dumping popcorn into a bowl.

Feyre helps me unpack the snacks, handing the bowls to Cass who takes them into the living room. Then she picks up the rest of the plates Mor has carefully placed big slices of cake on, and Rhys follows after her.

Pulling open the fridge, I stack cans with soda into my arm, then I reach for the jug with homemade lemonade and call over my shoulder: "Hey, can somebody -"

A chest brushes against my back, a hand catches the soda can nearly slipping out of my arm, and a low voice mumbles somewhere above my head: "Keep you from trying to carry everything and risking dropping something?"

My heart swells against my ribs, and I start beaming softly.

Without looking, I hold the jug up over my shoulder, and long, scarred fingers brush against mine as they accept it. I grab some more sodas before moving back, my back presses into a warm chest, and a tattooed arm appears above my head, closing the fridge.

Turning around, I grin mischievously, crunching my nose. "Keeps me from going twice."

There's a low huff, and my heart leaps gently against my ribs when my eyes meet Azriel's, piercing my face and twinkling lazily. There's a crease forming in his cheek, a light smirk tugging at his lips, and I smile up at him, squinting. "We need glasses."

Azriel places the saved can in my arms and waits until I have tucked it under my chin before pulling his hand away. is knuckles brushing a strand of hair out my face. "I got it."

My breath catches gently when his rough fingers tuck an escaped strand of hair behind my ear, and the crease in his cheek deepens. Then Azriel dips his head, and my heart gets stuck in my throat when his fingers lightly hook under my chin, tipping it up. His nose brushes against mine, my breath hitches, and Azriel's lips curve when he slowly presses them against mine.

A soft noise escapes my throat. My fingers tremble around the cans when Azriel's rough fingers brush against my throat, then they slide into my hair, and I stretch lightly and kiss back.

Azriel makes a rough sound deep in his chest, his body pressing closer, flush against my side, fingers threading through my hair and pulling gently, then he lazily deepens the kiss. His tongue swipes against mine, and I cling to the cool cans in my arms, spine shuddering and something bursting low in my stomach.

Azriel exhales against my cheek, then he slowly pulls back, his thumb slowly brushing over the side of my neck. His breath grazes my lips, and my heart pounds against my ribs.

"Oi," Rhys' deep voice calls from the hall, and my heart missed a beat, swerving sharply. "Did you two get lost in the fridge or what's taking you so long?"

Azriel and I roll our eyes in unison, and he straightens, stepping to the side. His palm gently cups the side of my neck when he presses one last warm kiss against my temple, then it slides down my side, and I squeeze past him.

The living room smells like candles and chocolate. The window to the balcony is still wide open, letting in cooler air and the scent of rain and wet earth. Rain is splattering onto the balustrade, and the candles on the window sills flicker.

Mor helps me put the cans into the big bucket with ice while Feyre fills some glasses that Azriel brings in, his elbow brushing against my back gently. Then we curl up on the mattress, Mor on my left, Feyre huddled in on my right, burying into the pillows and blankets. The bowls with snacks are distributed evenly around us, and I snag the one with the caramel popcorn. Azriel stretches out on one of the couches, stuffing pillows into his back, and Cass flops into the armchairs behind us, draping his long legs over the arm rest.

Rhys is last, handing out the plates with cake and chocolate tartes that are drowning in whipped cream before stretching out on the second couch, grabbing the remote and smirking lazily.

"So, who picks first?"

Thunder rumbles in the distance, and I snuggle into my blanket, feeling Mor's elbow nudge against mine when she lifts a piece of pizza out of the box balanced on her knees, eyes glued to the screen of the TV.

We're halfway through the second movie of the night. The pizza arrived a lil less than half an hour ago, and the greasy scent makes my stomach grumble happily when I help myself to another slice. Rhys is lazily reclined on his couch, sipping from his drink. Feyre stretches to grab a napkin, and Mor fights with a string of cheese.

Over her head, amber eyes meet mine, and something swells gently against my ribs when a lazy twinkle flashes through them.

Behind me, Cassian shifts. Then he groans and grumbles: "Jesus fucking Christ, can you girls scooch, my back is killing me."

Mor snorts a laugh, and I crane my neck to grin up at him. "You okay?"

Cassian huffs, brows crunched. "No, sitting like this makes me feel like I've aged like a couple hundred years. I don't think I've ever felt my ass like this before."

Feyre's shoulders shake with silent giggles, and grinning, I dig myself out my blanket. "Alright, come on, old man, you can take my place."

Cass whines when he lifts himself out of his seat, making a face when his back cracks, and giggling, I climb over Mor's legs, squeezing past two bowls with crisps. Then I raise my head, and my eyes meet Azriel's, twinkling lazily in the warm light.

The corner of his lips curves, and he shifts, dropping his knee to the side and raising a brow.

My heart swells against my ribs, and slowly starting to beam softly, I climb onto the cushions, dropping into the space between his legs. Azriel huffs dramatically, and I elbow him, feeling his grin against my temple when he slides his arms around my waist and pulls me into his body.

Warmth spreads through me, and I melt into his chest, leaning my head against his jaw. Azriel's hand slides under my shirt, and my breath catches when his rough skin brushes over mine, cupping my side. His breath grazes my temple, then he drops his head to bury his nose in my hair. His knees come up to box me in tightly, and his thumb slowly starts to sweep back and forth over my skin.

My heart leaps high, and something starts thrumming under my ribs until a ridiculously wide smile threatens to spill over my lips.

I wake up with a slightly achy neck, my body curled against something warm and solid and a familiar scent filling my lungs that makes my heart swell slowly and gently against my ribs.

Curling closer, I force open my tired eyes.

Beyond the window, the sky is glowing warmly, the sun just starting to peak over the horizon. Birds are chirping, and the breeze brushing through the window smells like summer.

I yawn, then I raise my head, blinking against the sleep in my eyes.

A soft giggle nearly bubbles from my throat.

Cass is spread out belly down over the middle of the mattress, his face smushed against a pillow. Somehow, while asleep, he has gotten rid off his t-shirt. Mor's foot is hanging off the edge of the mattress, her hair unravelled around her face, and Feyre lays with her back to them, curled into a ball under her blanket. Rhys has turned her way on the couch, his arm hanging off the cushions.

Feeling my chest swell and a wide smile slowly spreading over my face, I drop my head again and curl into Azriel's body.

For a while longer, I stay smushed between him and the back of the couch, feeling Azriel's chest rise against my body with his slow, even breaths and the way his scent fills my lungs. Then the need to pee gets too strong.

Slowly, I peel myself out of Azriel's grip. His hand twitches against my ribs, and something tips over in my chest when his dark brows crunch gently.

Leaning down, I softly press my lips onto his cheek and whisper: "Be right back."

Azriel's lips curve just barely. Then his grip slowly loosens, and I slide off the couch, wincing at the way my back cracks.

I climb over empty bowls and Mor's feet to get to the door. When my gaze flickers over my friends, my eyes get caught on Feyre. Her hand is stretched out towards where Rhys' arm is hanging off the couch.

His fingers are brushing her palm.

Something swells gently against my ribs, and feeling my lips curve into a soft, beaming smile, I turn around and quietly slip out into the hall.

When I get back a few minutes later, Azriel's spot on the couch is empty, and I hear quiet clanking from the kitchen. Rubbing my eyes, I pad through the hall, raising my head, and my breath catches gently.

Azriel looks over his shoulder. The first golden sun rays spill around him, breaking through the tousled dark strands of his hair and reflect in his eyes, making them glow like liquid caramel.

One corner of his lips curves, and he lightly raises an eyebrow.

"Morning." His low, deep voice vibrates through me, lazy and hoarse with sleep, and something swells against my ribs.

Slowly, I start to beam back gently, starting to trudge towards him and crunching my nose against the light. "Hi."

The crease in Azriel's cheek deepens, his head dipping as his eyes follow me, and I slide under his arm and lean into his side. "Coffee?"

Azriel's chest vibrates with a low, soft laugh; something catches in my throat, and when I raise my head, I just catch the way his eyes crinkle.

My heart swells until it feels like it might burst.

Quickly, I stretch, and Azriel's arm slides down my back when I press my lips onto his jaw. His hand curls around my ribcage, and when I slowly pull back, he turns his head until his nose brushes against mine.

My breath hitches, and the corner of Azriel's lips curves. Then he dips his head and kisses me, slow, lazy, until my fingers curl into his t-shirt and my heart thrums against my ribs.

We only break apart when there's no breath left between us, my body is buzzing and my head is spinning. Azriel's thumb brushes slowly over my ribs, his nose gently nudges mine. Then he gently pulls his head back just enough to raise a dark eyebrow at me, his eyes twinkling lazily in the golden light. "Coffee?"

I blink up at him before mumbling: "Right, yeah."

Azriel grins, a slow, lazy thing that makes me breathless all over again like his scent filling my lungs, and I grumble softly, feeling my heart swell against my ribs.

Comfortable, warm silence settles over the kitchen as we start to move around each other in an easy rhythm. The sun slowly begins to rise over the roofs on the other side of the street, shining through the kitchen window, making Azriel's eyes glow like molten amber as he puts on a kettle and lets me pass him, his hand brushing against the small of my back, settling there for a moment. I pull the cups from the cupboard and the milk from the fridge and place them on the counter, my elbow brushing against Azriel when he fills coffee beans into the grinder. Then I pad over the cold kitchen tiles and slide my arms around his middle.

My heart swells at the feeling of his tall, solid body, and I slowly let myself sink into him, resting my cheek against his back and blinking sleepily.

I can feel Azriel turn his head to look over his shoulder. Then he turns back ahead, and his palm gently wraps around my forearm for a moment, his thumb slowly brushing back and forth. The warmth of his skin starts seeping through the soft fabric of his t-shirt, and I make a soft noise and curl into his back, feeling the muscles in his shoulders shift.

I stay like this until the coffee is done. Only then I slowly pull back, rubbing my eyes and accepting the gently steaming cup Azriel hands me, his rough fingers gently brushing some hair behind my ear before pressing against my back, softly guiding me towards the couch.

I climb onto the cushions, crunching my nose to suppress a yawn when I carefully place my cup onto the table.

The couch dips when Azriel slides in next to me, then his arm slides around my waist, and I make a soft noise when he pulls me into his body until my back is pressed into his chest. Curling into him, I reach out to grab my coffee, wrapping my fingers around it and blinking sleepily, and Azriel reaches for his own cup.

The golden rays of sunlight slowly wander over the kitchen floor as I sip my coffee, feeling Azriel's chest slowly rise and fall in my back, his arm sliding tighter around me and lips occasionally brushing against my temple. The quiet is sleepy and warm and comfortable, making my lids flutter gently.

The coffee is long empty and I've curled into Azriel's chest, my fingers slowly brushing back and forth over his forearm, feeling his thumb trace over my hip where his hand has slipped under my t-shirt when the others wake up.

Rhys is first to trudge into the kitchen. Azriel lifts his head from where his nose was buried in my hair, looking over his shoulder, and when I crane my neck gently, Rhys blinks into the morning light, brows scrunched and hair messy. Then he mumbles, deep voice raspy from sleep: "Coffee."

Azriel's lips quirk lazily, and I giggle softly into his t-shirt.

Feyre appears next, hair half fallen out of her braid and eyes tired. She flushes a little when her eyes find Rhys leaning against the counter, staring at the coffee machine like he's willing it to speed up.

Mor pads through the door a few minutes later just as Rhys hands Feyre a cup. There's a bit of smudged mascara under her eyes that she wipes away with her sleeve as she flops onto the nearest chair, blinking tiredly. Then she mumbles: "Hunger."

Rhys chuckles and places a steaming cup in front of her. "Pancakes?"

Mor slowly reaches for the coffee and takes a long slip. Then she nods slowly. "Pancakes."

Rhys smirks and pats her shoulder, then he turns around. Feyre climbs off her chair and joins him at the counter, and Mor gets up, slowly trudging past the table to plop down onto the other end of the couch, curling up against the arm rest and tangling her legs with mine, rubbing her eyes.

Slowly, the kitchen begins to wake. Mor sips her coffee, giggling under her breath when she bumps her ankle against my leg. Rhys and Feyre mix pancake batter and banter quietly, shoulders bumping as they move around each other like they have been doing so for years. Rhys' eyes start to twinkle every time he looks down at her, his smile growing until dimples dig into his cheeks, and even though Feyre huffs at him and shoots him glares, I can see her skin flush gently and the way she tries to hide a smile.

When Cass finally trudges through the door, bare chested and eyes sleepy, the sunlight paints streaks through the dusty air that smells sweet and greasy and Rhys is placing a plate with big stacks of pancakes on the table.

"Morning." Cassian's deep voice is so raspy, it sends a gentle shiver through me and makes him clear his throat and mumble: "Jesus."

Mor giggles and pushes herself up, and Feyre sets a plate with bacon next to the pancakes as Cassian flops down onto a chair, blinking tiredly.

Little by little, soft chatter starts filling the air. I stay curled into Azriel's chest, warmth pulsing through my chest as I watch Feyre and Rhys' bump elbows, Mor's concentrated frown as she meticulously assembles her second cup of coffee, and Cassian's sleepy nose wriggle when he starts piling pancakes onto his plate.

Rough fingers slide between mine, linking them together slowly and squeezing, and I squeeze back, reaching for my cup and hiding my slowly growing smile behind the rim.

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But the Worms | Azriel

Azriel x Green Witch | Azriel is woken up by your daughter in the middle of the night to answer some of her questions.

warnings: fluff, dad Az

word count: 943

a/n: Just a short little fic that can be read as a stand alone. This was inspired by a scene from Bob's Burgers lol.

Rain pattered against the window steadily, accompanied by the distant rumble of thunder. Every so often, the sky would flare with a streak of lightning, briefly illuminating the room with a blue light before plunging it back into shadow. The storm was a familiar, comforting backdrop to Azriel’s slumber.

But his shadows, ever vigilant, stirred with a whisper of unease.

Azriel’s eyes fluttered open, drawn by the shift in his shadows. That’s when he heard them. The faint, hurried sound of small footsteps. His shadows fluttered toward the door as they sensed the hesitant shuffle against the wooden floor.

He didn't need his shadows to tell him who was on the other side. Had it been his first born, he'd never hear the steps as she loved to sneak up on him,. The door would've been open abruptly with no hesitation whatsoever but it's been years since she last had a nightmare. A nightmare she didn't welcome, at least.

That was not the case tonight. It was his second-born. Sweet little Alora, who, true to her name, should be dreaming of unicorns and rainbows as she loved to recount to him every morning, rather than being awake.

His gaze flickered to you. While Azriel was a light sleeper, you were a heavy sleeper and truth be told, you were sound asleep, back turned toward him. A shadow tenderly caressed your back before he shifted his attention back to the door. He was already sitting up in the bed, blinking away the sleep or at least trying when the door opened quietly, muted with the help of his shadows.

Alora stood at the door. Her hair, the exact shade of yours, was disheveled, the bangs she cut herself last week splayed over her forehead awkwardly. A rite of passage, you had called it, reminding him that your first born had done the same.

Her eyes, the exact shade of his, were wide and glistening, and there was a pout on her face.

Azriel’s chest tightened at the sight, wanting nothing more than to soothe whatever troubled her, despite his fatigue. He extended his arms out, and Alora ran right into them, her small frame immediately enveloped by his.

Cradling her to his chest, he pushed her bangs back and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asked, voice still heavy with sleep.

“No. I haven’t slept at all,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Azriel frowned, glancing at the clock. It was well past midnight, and his eyes were begging for sleep, lulled by the rain falling outside. “Is it the storm?”

Alora placed her hands on his chest, pushing herself up slightly. She spared a glance to your sleeping form before leaning in closer to her father, careful not to wake you with her voice. Though, Azriel doubted you'd wake at all.

Her hazel eyes, so innocent and pure, stared into his own. “Do you think worms have dreams too?”

Azriel's heart softened further. Her worries were so small, so wonderfully trivial compared to the burdens he had carried as a child.

“I’m sure they dream,” he murmured, gently pulling his daughter's head back to his chest, wishing for her to always have such simple worries. He also hoped she’d be content with his answer and finally drift off to sleep herself.

“But what do they dream?”

“The same things you do.” He replied, trying to stifle a yawn. He snuck a glance at you, still oblivious to your daughter’s insatiable curiosity.

“Do they get nightmares too?” 

Azriel fought back his groan. He loved his daughters deeply and strongly. He would go through all ends of the world for them. Any other time, he would entertain this conversation fully, but it was late, and Alora should be fast asleep like her sister. 

“Mel says worms come out when it storms so that we don’t hear their cries.”

Speak of the little devil herself. Mel was sure to get an earful from him. Tomorrow morning, or rather, in a couple of hours. Azriel took a deep breath, trying to muster the energy to explain, his body aching for rest.

Azriel could hear the thoughts swirling through her mind as she continued. “Why would they cry? Is it because of the bad dreams?”

“Don’t listen to your sister,” he said gently, running a hand through Alora’s tousled hair.

“But you told me to listen to her yesterday morning.”

“I did,” Azriel replied with a slight grimace, regretting that decision immensely at this very moment. Granted, he had said that after Mel told Lor to stop riling up Sprinkles, her pet scorpion. “But that’s different.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’ll explain tomorrow,” he said, his voice a mix of patience and weariness.

“But the worms–”

“The worms don’t have nightmares and they come out during storms because they love the rain. Now, go to sleep. Please.”

Alora let out a small gasp, her hand losing its tension against his chest. “You promise?”

“Yes.” Azriel replied quickly, not certain what exactly he was promising. He'd deal with it later.

“Okay.”

When he finally felt her body relax in his arms, he let out a breath of relief. He held her tighter in his arms, shifting them to face in your direction before settling Alora between you both. He didn’t have the energy to take her back to her bed.

He gladly gave in to the heaviness of his eyelids, his eyes closing shut and ready to embrace sleep under the comfort of the rain once more--

"Daddy?"

He didn't bother opening his eyes. "Yes?"

"I love you."

His lips tugged up into a smile. "I love you too, my sweets."

Alora snuggled closer to him, tiny hands grasping onto his larger one and placing it over her face. She always found comfort in his touch, despite the scars that marred his hands. It was something that never failed to make his chest swell with warmth. Along with the way both his daughters always looked up to him, eyes full of affection and admiration.

His thumb caressed her cheek, soothing her as his shadows settled back into their corner of the room, curling into the bed Alora had gotten them for Solstice this year.

For centuries, his shadows had slept among other shadows, usually underneath the bed or in the corners of rooms. But Alora had felt bad for them one night, and when shopping for Solstice this year, she had asked you to take her to the pet store and picked out the softest bed for Azriel’s shadows.

Though his shadows had never complained or shown any interest in comfier sleeping habits, they had vibrated with excitement at the sight of the gift. Now, they slept there every night, happy and content, snuggling amongst one another and curling into a ball.

As his thoughts began to blur and drift, the world around him softened, the edges of his awareness becoming fuzzy and indistinct. Now that he knew your daughter was okay and her curiosity satiated, he could go back to sleep.

His breathing slowed, deep and even, matching the gentle rise and fall of your own breath. Just as he was about to give in to the sweet embrace of sleep–

“Daddy?”

He could barely manage a grunt in response.

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Oh, this was definitely your daughter.

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[moongirlrhea]

azriel and his best friend - a drabble

i sat down at my laptop and this just came out? english is not my first language so if you see any typos, no u didn’t

series masterlist is here

word count: 1.7k

open to feedback, let me know what you think and if you want to see more of these two!

“Az, could you fly me down to the rainbow later? I need to- shit! … run a few errands” he faltered hearing his best friend’s distracted voice. Smiling faintly he crossed the room to her bedroom.

“Love, are you alright?” hand raised to knock, Azriel stood in front of her door.

“Love?”

“Sorry! Yes, yes! Fuck, can you come in here?” He was inside her bedchamber before her sentence was finished. An amused smile started to form over his face as he watched his sweet girl standing in front of her vanity mirror, struggling with the bow tied up in her hair.

“I fucked up, I think,” their eyes met in the mirror, her face a mix of exasperation and amusement

“Could you help?” she asked sheepishly. Azriel got on it with no words said, frowning.

“You wear this hairstyle everyday, how did you even do this…” he muttered, meeting her eyes in the reflection again

“Leave me alone”

Amusement swam in the shadowsinger’s hazel eyes at the groaned response. He looked around the room, at the clothes thrown haphazardly on the bed, an empty tea cup from last night and half finished sketch of her new project on the floor. He was almost done fixing her hair. “Hairbrush?” she handed it to him, and he brushed her golden-brown locks.

“Where am I taking you again?”

“Oh! I need to get some new fabric for that new dress I’m making. Can you believe it? I’m completely out of red after all the gowns I made for Mor…” she trailed off, and Azriel hummed.

“Who’s this one for?”

“Cass asked me to make a dress for Nesta. He is taking her somewhere for their anniversary I think?”

“Thank the gods, we’ll get a few days of peace around here” even years after their mating, the pair was still impossible to be around in the same house at night. Many evenings ended with the shadowsinger and his best friend hiding away in his room, while his shadows sound-proofed the chamber. Azriel did really hate having to run from Cassian and Nesta and their activities in his own home, but after his best friend started joining him more and more often, those nights became his favorite. He missed the peace of their late-night talks, an often occurrence decades before, later lost to Amarantha and the war.

Her snort stopped his trail of thought just as he finished tying the blue bow containing half of her hair.

“Alright, done. Ready to go?”

Later that day, they walked along the sidra, raspberry pastry in one of his hands, bag of newly bought fabrics in his other.

“My family wants me to come home for starfall this year” Azriel’s head whipped in the direction of her voice, though her head was down, staring at the cobblestones. Home is Velaris, Azriel thought. And you’re family.

“Is that why you haven’t been annoying me with how you don’t know what you want to wear this year?” he felt stupid before he even finished making the joke. He knew how her relationship with her blood-relatives looked. Azriel stared at the side of her head, hoping she would face him. Knowing she would not.

“Sweetheart…”

“I don’t know, Az. I don’t wanna go. Does that make me a bad daughter?”

“You know it doesn’t.”

“I need to be reminded sometimes, I think.”

The wind whipped around them, making the waves of the sidra sing. People walked past the pair, rushing to get home amidst the late-november starfall preparations.

“You will stay here, if you don’t want to go. They can talk to me first if they have an issue with that” he heard her sigh, but she didn’t say anything more, only laid her head upon his shoulder. He brought her closer with his wing, shielding her from the winter wind.

“Bite” he brought the pastry he was holding down to her lips.

“Mm! This one is my favorite, I think.” she said, tongue darting out to clean up some raspberry jam that got on her cheek.

“It’s a bit sour, no? I prefer chocolate.” she chuckled, head lifting for green eyes to meet hazel ones. He swore the freckles on her cheeks, rosy from the cold, formed constellations.

“That’s because you have a massive sweet tooth. Why did you get this one then?”

“It’s your favorite”

“Az, I didn’t even know it was my favorite until like, three minutes ago.” Her eyebrow lifted, wide eyes staring at him.

“Well, I know lots of things. Spymaster, remember?” Azriel was looking down at her mischief dancing in his eyes. Walking at a relaxed pace, air fresh and good around him. Or maybe it was just that she was next to him.

“Oh, right then, excuse me” his best friend was chuckling, her head resuming its past position on his shoulder. The sun was beginning to set around Velaris, the temperature getting colder, but that did not seem to bother the pair who kept walking huddled against one another. It was an uncommon thing to see the shadowsinger so relaxed and at peace, except for when he was with her. Life was good then, and the air smelled of something sweet, and Azriel could not comprehend how something could be bad, so long as she stayed at his side.

Shadows danced around them as they took a turn after walking past one of the pastel buildings, the sidra beginning to disappear behind them, the mountain now in sight. She hummed, and then said:

“I’d rather be here anyway”

“Hm?”

“With you. I’d choose you over them anytime, you know? You’re my family” and something so right snapped in place in Azriel’s chest. He hummed, leaning down to lay a kiss upon her temple.

“Yeah,” he mumbled “I know. You’re mine too.”

Azriel knew she would be coming before he heard her knock upon his door and his shadows rushed to welcome her in. Two steaming mugs of tea were already sitting on his bedside table, the cobalt covers pulled down to make space for her.

“Look, I have these two shades of blue. I can’t decide. Maybe I should incorporate them both?” she rushed into his room like a storm, throwing the fabric samples at him, claiming her space on his bed as he caught them. Azriel blinked at her.

“For the starfall dress, Az” she was blowing at the tea, trying to cool it down, smiling at him. Azriel, absentmindedly, smiled back.

“Oh,” he fiddled with the fabric. “The darker one is nicer” he looked at her as he sat down on the bed, across from her.

“You think? Look, here are the designs I made "

"They’re beautiful,” she passed him his tea, “Very… Hm. Sireny” she kicked her legs up into his lap

“That is what I was going for! I miss summer terribly-"

"I wouldn’t know how often you complain about it” he looked at her with mischief in his eyes, a smirk threatening to break across his face, quickly washed off by the pillow she threw at him. He let her. Well deserved, he thought. “Hey! Leave me alone. I literally don’t even talk about it that much” she huffed, sipping her tea, and he found himself smiling again.

“I can take you, you know.”

“Where?” a tendril of shadow twirled around a strand of her hair, then around the shell of her curved ear. She did not even notice.

“Summer court. Or some other warm place. Wherever you’d like "

"You’d take a weekend off of work?” she was smiling faintly, hope already blossoming in her wide eyes.

“A whole week, perhaps” she gasped at that, sitting up, the tea sloshing around the rim of the cup, a shadow darting up to stabilize her hands.

“I wonder what Rhys would say. He needs to leave you alone” she threw her head back

“Which you’ve made perfectly clear to him last week, hm?”

“I stood up for you! He’s making you overwork yourself and you don’t even say anything-” she was still talking, but all Azriel could do was stare at her, clad in a nightgown and laying amongst his sheets, like she owned them, like she was his, his wife, his-

“Azriel? Are you even listening to me?” he breathed. The moonshine made her look ethereal.

“So, a trip to Summer next month after starfall?”

“Cassian will be so mad”

“Cassian can suck it” she laughed again, bathed in moonlight, throwing her head back like a little kid.

“Yeah,” she beamed at him “Yeah, he can”

Later, after they were done with the tea, and his best friend unconsciously started drifting closer to him, Azriel moved up the bed. Cleaned up the fabric and pages of dress projects scattered around the bed, stacking them neatly next to his bed.

She yawned as he sat down and pulled the covers around them both.

Azriel hummed, a stupid smile breaking across his face, as always anyway when he watched her unapologetically make herself comfortable, drifting closer to his side and finally burying her head in the juncture between his neck and shoulder. He hummed as his arms and wings came around her, and as he felt her breathing even out in the quiet of the night. He smoothed a hand down her hair. His sweet girl. He was so lucky to hold her that, even if her family truly were not so bad, he would never relate to them for letting her go so easily. For not cherishing her and caring for her, as she should be cared for - with the utmost attention the world could offer. Maybe that was just it - he was the only one able to offer her the care she deserved. She was meant to end up in his arms, after all. Yes, that must be it. His shadows must have agreed as well, with how they wove around her. And even if her best friend was all he could call himself, Azriel would take it. Greedily.

[airfryerazzi]

Imagine being so hopelessly in love with someone you completely lose sight of who you are and why you're here.

-To pleasure them obviously. Be their footstool, be their biggest supporter and be the one to win their heart.

And if you fail at that, then shit... Is about to get messy...

[shadowsingerofnight]

This right here is just a little drabble. I had this scene pop into my head and, you know, the following happened. Soooo let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy some nonsense fluff!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ gwynriel drabble

The lights were dim in the bedroom when Azriel made his way through the door. The floor was a mess, clothes and hats and shoes scattered everywhere.

He chuckled, taking in the scene in front of him.

Gwyn was sprawled on the tiny armchair in the corner of the room, face tired but content. She was wearing a party-gown of shimmering emerald, her hair resting on each of her shoulders in such a harmony of colours, a little gasp left his lips.

She gave him the biggest smile and his heart skipped a beat. She was so immensely beautiful.

He grinned back with genuine happiness in his whole body.

“So,” she sighed, dragging the last letter of the word, “we played dress-up today.”

Sat on the floor, Catrin was painting Gwyn’s toes, but seemed to have some trouble keeping the polish just on the nails.

“I can see that,” Azriel replied through a smile that had been permanently plastered on his face for some time now. Rhys and Cassian had thought he had fallen ill the first few weeks.

Gwyn chuckled, her hand covering her mouth.

“Daddy!” Catrin yelled. “Don’t make mommy laugh, she needs to stay still or I can’t work.”

She hadn’t even looked at him but he could see the little concentration lines on her forehead.

Some of his shadows gathered around her wrists as to strengthen her grasp around the polish wand. “Thank you, little ones,” she whispered.

“My star, you’re doing such a great job,” he said.

Big, hazel eyes turned to his own as to inspect if he really meant it and when the scrutiny was over- seemingly pleased, she said, “I know. Aunt Feyre once told me that you don’t always have to stay inside the lines when you create art.”

Gwyn’s gaze softened as she watched their daughter with admiration. Azriel knew very well how she was feeling, the depth of the pride that mirrored his own. Catrin was extraordinary.

They looked at each other for a moment, all the love and trust and hope they felt shining in their hearts.

Then Catrin’s head shot up from her work, her carbon black hair swaying with the movement.

“I have and idea!” She chirped enthusiastically.

“What is it, my love?” Gwyn asked, caressing her cheek. Their daughter smiled, mischief written all over her face.

“I think daddy needs his nails painted as well!”

Azriel and Gwyn burst out laughing at the same time and then he said, “That’s a wonderful idea!”

Catrin laughed too, a sound that was life and joy.

“What colour do you want, daddy?”

Azriel looked at his mate, her eyes full of tears and disbelief at the little cocoon of happiness they had created for themselves and knew the answer deep in his bones.

“Teal, please.”

[itsswritten]

if cassian found out first the whole of prythian would find out before azriel 😭

He’d by flying over Prythian screaming for Azriel “AZRIEL YOU’RE HAVING A BABY— WAIT NO. BABIES!! Plural!!! Brother! IT’S TWINS”

And reader would be just stood on the balcony fists clenched, telling Nesta that she’s gonna kill her mate once he’s back. Nesta is literally just like “I’ll help you, don’t worry”

🤣🤣 Azriel appearing beside reader all choked up from the shadows because he heard Cassian roaring from the skies. But before Azriel can even embrace his mate over the news Cassian has flown back down and is crying bear hugging his brother lol

[potatoplace]

the Fetch Quest was lovely. Reader had to go on a bit of an adventure to assemble her alphas. Love you darling 💖

-🐰

Hehe I'm glad you liked it! I had a lot of fun on that one. Poor Cass, not able to get his basil 😔 love you boo 🫶

[clodsiremom]

Crawling out of Area Zero once again...

Beaten, injured but among friends. The 3 days in quarantine felt like forever, though. Rika spent some time each day with Ferenze. The first was taking the upload from Giovanni and putting it in the slot on the body of the paradox ninetails. She knew nothing would change, Giovanni had said as much, but it didn't help her not feel crestfallen that her new friend wasn't themself.

The second day, she sat with fire on her fingertips and lit a cigarette. Retelling the unresponsive Iron Nine how it felt being synced. The urge to set things on fire, but in a calculated way. Strategic for their victory. Smashing the typing platforms together.

The third day, she talked about all the things she had planned to do with Ferenze. The places she wanted to show him. People she wanted him to meet. At length, she spoke of her reporter partner, Remy. She just knows Ferenze would like them.

The emptiness still persisted.

It wasn't until they left the desert and quarantine that something clicked. Warmth drifted over her, and she looked at the Iron Nine once more, expecting nothing in return, but a familiar chuckle filtered into her mind when she spoke of their excitement to shoot the big fire gun.

Of course, she burst into tears. Of course, she threw herself onto the body of her friend to hug them. And of course, she wanted to set something, anything on fire to celebrate.

She settled on lighting a cigarette and telling her hopes of travel to Ferenze once again.

[chaosdisowned]

"Well, well, well~ You DO exist!"

The new voice gets a small jump from the little vessel as a boy in shows up at her side. He's faceless at first, a dark body with three tails that has splotches of lighter colorings, then he changes. Donning orange hair, a fancy shirt and skirt and golden markings along his face. It's someone she doesn't recognize, but she can feel the heart reacting strongly to them. "I- I mean... I'd be confused if I didn't? Who, uhm... who are you...?"

"Call me, L! You're LOVELY show host for the evening!" The boy chuckles, sitting in the air and tapping on an earpiece. The former a intentional mannerism he knew familiar to the little vessel. "And because I'm the host~ Allow me to congratulate you on being the contestant for our fantastical challenge show here! After all, who better to take on this season's challenge than the vessel for the Chaos Heart itself."

"I, uh... Challenge?" A glance around, looking to see if there was anything but L around, but there wasn't anything of much significance. "I don't think... I should..."

L can't help giving a boisterous laugh at that, grinning widely. "Oh Az, honey~ You don't have a choice in this matter!" The chilling tone is left to hang in the air for a moment before the tailed person continues. "Now, let's issue your challenge~! Being a vessel for one of, if not THE most destructive force in the multiverse, clearly it's your specialty! SO~! You my dear, have until the end of the year to take out at least one world with that lovely little all-consuming of yours! If you manage it? I'll teach you something that you'll find rather useful!"

"Y... You can't be serious- I.. I can't- I don't want to do that- I-"

"Well that's a shame, isn't it~?" Another bout of laughter, hands on his hips as he leans down and pats her head. "Like I said, you don't have a choice. Plus, if you fail-"

"I'll erase you where you stand."

That statement gets Az to freeze in her tracks, earning another head pat and grin from Leah. "And with that challenge issued; let the show begin! Tata for now! We'll be watching, little vessel~!"

[lalacliffthorne]

means to distract from anxiety may include colouring stuff in - including one's roommates ☁️

(anxiety has been doing its thing lately, and in trying to distract myself from that, this came to life. so I figured I'd just post it bc what the hell, why not)

The flat is quiet when I wake up.

For a while, I just blink into the grey half light. Raindrops patter softly against the window. Then I slowly push myself up and rub my eyes.

The kitchen smells like bacon and coffee. Cass has left his hoodie hanging over one of the chairs. I slide into it, fighting my way through the fabric until it pools around me, the hood flopping over my head, then I put the kettle on and crawl onto the small couch. I curl into a ball, burying into Cassian's hoodie and staring out of the window. The sky outside is grey, wind whipping through the trees.

I wait until my tea's done, then I take it back into my room. Barely any light filters in through the thin curtains, but I don't bother turning on the fairy lights. I crawl back under my blanket and curl into a ball, watching the steam rise from my mug.

My eyes slowly become heavy, and I breathe out and bury my nose in my pillow.

I wake up again to the sound of Cassian's and Azriel's voices.

Slowly, I blink, my eyes beginning to focus as the warm, drowsy feeling sleep has brought starts to disperse.

For a second, I don't move, just stare at my nightstand tiredly, blinking and feeling the warmth of the duvet surrounding me. Then I slowly slide out from under the blanket.

I can hear Cassian's deep chuckling when I push open my door. Burying deeper into his hoodie, I slowly pad through the hall and stop in the doorway to the kitchen.

Azriel and Cassian are towering in the space between the table and the counter, unpacking groceries from Azriel's backpack. Cassian's shoulders shift under his dark t-shirt as he holds out packs of pasta, a strand of dark hair falling into his face as he chuckles softly under his breath, his cheeks creasing. Azriel's still wearing his padded sweatshirt, the hood pulled over his head, a light dimple next to his mouth.

I slowly lean into the door frame, and like he can sense me, Azriel looks up. His eyes find mine, and his gaze settles, something calming in his eyes.

"Hey."

His slow, deep voice brushes down my spine like a warm touch, and I smile softly and exhale gently. "Hey."

Cassian throws a look over his shoulder. He, too, seems to clock something, because his wide, lazy grin shifts a little, becomes gentler and warmer just like his voice.

"You okay?"

I breathe out and shrug softly. Curling my fingers into the sleeves of his hoodie that fall over my hands, I bury into the fabric more.

"I don't know." I crunch my brows a little and tap my chest, smiling softly. "Lil heavy here."

Both Azriel's and Cassian's movements seem to slow, become absentminded like their focus shifts. Azriel closes the cabinet, and Cass turns to sink onto the edge of the table, his eyes flickering over my face, warm and worried. "Anxiety?"

The question is simple and calm, and I nod softly.

"Yeah, I guess."

Azriel leans his shoulder against the fridge. His gaze drags over my face. Then he asks, his deep voice slow and steady: "'bout what, love?"

Something squeezes gently in my chest. I exhale and rest my temple against the doorway.

"I don't know. Just - a lot." I smile softly and shrug. "Everything?"

Azriel's eyes flicker over my face, and his brows draw together gently.

"Tried to drown it out, but my last colouring book is full." I grin gently and lopsidedly, fiddling with my sleeves and mumbling: "You know anything else doesn't really work."

Cassian and Azriel exchange a look, Cassian's eyes warm and concerned, Azriel's frown deepening. Then Cass blinks and crunches his brows in thought.

"Hey, you got any eyeshadow palettes?"

"You sure this is okay?"

Rain patters against the living room windows. The warm lighted lamps chase away the grey, and the TV is playing quietly in the background. I'm sitting on the couch, legs pulled in, a blanket draped over my knees, my hands nearly disappearing in the sleeves of Cassian's hoodie as I hesitate, fingers wrapped around a thin make-up brush and a big eyeshadow palette.

It's the third time I've asked, voice soft and uncertain, and it's the third time Cass crunches his brows at me adorably.

"Fuck yeah, baby!"

I hesitate, sending him a soft, crooked grin and mumbling: "Where did you even see this?"

Cass shifts, his thigh pressing against my leg when he slouches back into the couch more comfortably, tattoos at the base of his neck rippling when he shrugs. "I don't know; think I saw some girl do it with her boyfriend on Tik Tok or some shit."

"I've seen it." I twist the brush between my fingers and mumble with a soft grin: "Just wasn't sure any of you would let me do it."

There's a small huff that almost sounds like a quiet snort, and when I raise my head, Azriel places two cups with coffees and one with hot chocolate on the coffee table. There's marshmallows bobbing in the cocoa and the ghost of a crease forming in Azriel's cheek.

"I think what Azriel's trying to say -", Cass raises his brows, his grin shit-eating as his eyes follow his best friend, and Azriel flips him off.

Cassian's smile widens, and he chuckles under his breath, turning his head to look at me. "Is that you severely underestimate how much you got us wrapped around your little finger." His long, tattooed fingers close around my pinky and shake it lightly.

My heart swells gently, and I roll my eyes softly. Cassian grins and winks at me, and a soft laugh bubbles in my chest, causing his dimple to deepen.

Something warm brushes against my back, and when I look over my shoulder, Azriel plops onto the cushions behind me. His side presses against my back when he shifts to get comfortable, sliding his arm over the back of the couch, and warmth slowly seeps through the fabric of my hoodie.

There's another empty couch on the other side of the coffee table he could sit very comfortably on by himself. But Azriel just looks up and his piercing amber eyes find mine, a gentle twinkle growing in his iris.

He raises an eyebrow.

"You gonna ask a few more times or you just gonna start?" His deep, low voice vibrates through me, slow and lazy, and something swells gently in my chest.

Exhaling softly, I turn around and place the eyeshadow palette on Cassian's thigh, then I grab his hand and pull his arm towards me until it rests over my knees. Cassian shifts to sit more comfortably, his rough fingers absentmindedly starting to tap against my leg gently, and I carefully slide the brush through a vibrant pink before letting my gaze flicker over the tattoos scattered over his whole arm, starting at his knuckles and rising all the way up his muscled biceps where they disappear into the sleeves of his t-shirt.

Warm, rough fingers brush against my neck, my heart leaps softly against my ribs; and when my gaze flies up, Azriel gently tugs at Cassian's sweater engulfing my frame until the hood sits more comfortable against my throat.

Something heats softly in my chest, and my gaze settles on the wing stretching over the side of Cassian's biceps.

"When I'm done with him, you're next," I mumble softly. Cass starts laughing, the deep sound vibrating through me as his head tips back, and I can feel my lips curve gently.

When I throw a look over my shoulder, Azriel is watching me, one corner of his mouth tipped into a lazy smirk.

I turn back around, warmth swelling in my chest, and Cassian settles in with a chuckle as I carefully start colouring in the tiny feathered details on his skin.

I don't hear the front door. I'm only torn out of the calm, concentrated state my mind has settled in when a familiar, deep voice vibrates through me.

"Look at that."

I raise my head, and Rhys leans his shoulder against the door frame, a dimple forming in his cheeks when he smiles, his nearly violet eyes twinkling. "And to think none of you told me I'm missing out on a colouring session; I'm hurt."

Cassian chuckles and shifts in his seat, craning his neck to look over the back of the couch and grinning lightly. "We're improvising."

"I'm next." Azriel doesn't look away from the pictures he's sorting - one handed, his arm still draped over the back of the couch. But the way he says it leaves no space for arguing.

Rhys seems to notice, because the twinkle in his eyes grows, and his smirk deepens. Then he winks at me and pushes off the door frame, and I drop my head again, focusing back on the butterfly tattooed onto the back of Cassian's hand. Closing my fingers around his to tilt his palm up a little, I carefully fill the membranes of the wings with a soft green.

There's the quiet click of a shutter behind me, and when I look over my shoulder, Azriel lowers his camera. His eyes look molten in the warm light, and one corner of his lips curves upwards.

Something swells gently under my ribs, and I turn back ahead, letting my gaze flicker over Cassian's arm. The usually black ink is filled in with colours, reaching from his hand up to where I've rolled up the sleeve of his t-shirt to reach the black intricate patterns at the top of his bicep.

Rhys appears back in the door, in joggers and a loose t-shirt.

"What are we watching?" He bumps his knee against Cassian's until Cass grumbles and shifts, sliding closer until my legs press against his thigh and I'm boxed in between him and Azriel, and Rhys plops down next onto the couch, stuffing a pillow between himself and the armrest and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.

"You know there are plenty of other seats here, right?" Cassian eyes him, his grumpy tone losing its severity when I catch a glimpse at the way his lips curve into a grin.

Rhys shrugs and steals Azriel's coffee cup, earning himself a glare. "Yeah, but this is nice." He catches my gaze, and I see the question so clear it feels like I've heard it in my mind.

I nod gently.

Rhys blinks, and his smile slowly widens until his eyes crinkle.

Something warms in my chest, and I smile back, feeling my heart swell. Then I drop my head again and slide my hand under Cassian's other palm to pull it onto my knee, dipping my brush into the dark ruby red.

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels @icey--stars

@stayinglow-exploringworlds @secretlyhers @knmendiola

@luvmoo @azriels-mate2 @bookishbroadwaybish

@maybe-a-winchester @harrystylesfan2686 @ssmay123

@kalulakunundrum @brekkershadowsinger @acotar-lover

@xadenswhore @ailyr92

[prythianpages]

thinking about the New Year’s Eve trend where you go under the table (also I always grew up hearing that going under the table will bring you a luck in finding a partner but now I see the trend is to go under the table and eat 12 grapes so now idk what the actual tradition is lol, anyways back to my little thought):

You made sure to have the grapes ready at this year’s NYE, talking excitedly about the man you want to manifest with Nesta…who knows what she’s doing and suggesting traits that tease at Azriel. Cassian thinks it’s hilarious and he is also excited to see if you’ll actually be able to devour all 12 grapes so fast, already placing bets with Feyre.

Meanwhile, Azriel, who is madly crushing on you, watches from his corner of the room. He thinks it’s just all fun and games…this can’t really work, right? I mean, why would it work? There’s no real magic behind this…

But then Mor casually brings up that she had done this one NYE and it brought her, her most memorable fling and she sighs wistfully…panic begins to stir in Azriel.

The clock is ticking…

Azriel’s shadows begin to dance frantically around him, mirroring his inner turmoil as the inner circle prepares to cheer you on.

His eyes widen when you scoop a couple of grapes into your hand because Mother above, you’re actually going to do this and what if it actually works and he never gets a chance to confess…

10…9…8…

Azriel suddenly appears at your side, wings knocking awkwardly against the table, his shoulder bumping yours as he makes himself fit in that small space.

“Az, what are you—“

“I have to tell you something.”

“Right now??”

7…6…

Azriel reaches for your hand, the one that is holding onto a handful of grapes, and lowers it. A confused frown settles on your features and he coaxes your gaze to his with his other hand, eyes searching yours.

“Az—“

5…4…

The hand clutching the handful of grapes twitches in his grip, still determined to complete the tradition.

3…2…

But Azriel tightens his hold and wastes no more time. He leans in, crashing his lips against yours and pulling you into a frantic but sweet kiss.

“Happy new year!”

When he pulls away, your cheeks are flushed and eyes are wide but there’s a smile on your face. “What else do you have to tell me?”

Azriel only grins and says “so much more,” before kissing you again.

[inkedinshadows]

Whiskey and Mockery

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Summary: After a late night mission, Cassian and Rhysand tease their brother about his girlfriend.

Word count: 897

Warnings: allusions to sexy time :))

A/N: this drabble is based on this request!

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Despite the calm night outside and the logs crackling lazily in the fireplace, the sitting room was thick with tension.

Or, more precisely, one side of the room was.

Cassian lounged in an armchair, wings spread behind him and drooping onto the floor. Rhys was comfortably sitting on the couch, one ankle crossed over a knee and an arm draped across the backrest. With the other hand, he nursed a glass of amber whiskey.

Both Illyrians were looking at Azriel—Cassian with narrowed eyes and Rhysand with an amused smile.

The Shadowsinger occupied the other armchair. Tension rippled off him in waves as he sat upright, back stiff, hazel eyes constantly flicking to the door. Even his shadows had stilled—only a few tendrils remained, hovering near the top of his wings.

“Relax, Az.”

Cassian finally broke the silence, slouching even further into his seat. “The mission went well. We retrieved the relic. It'll be fine.”

Before Azriel could reply, Rhys glanced at his brother with a knowing smile. “It's not about the mission, Cass.”

Azriel met his violet gaze. “And what do you know about it, Rhys?” he asked, perhaps a bit more harshly than intended.

But Rhys only looked more amused. “Oh, I know it well enough.” He took a sip of his drink before turning to Cassian, as if sharing a secret. “He misses his girl.”

Azriel's jaw clenched, but Rhys had already leaned back against the couch, and now Cassian was studying him with the same smirk as his brother.

“It's only been an hour,” he pointed out. “You can't stay away from her for one hour?”

“It's dangerous,” Azriel replied. “We don't know what the relic is. Something might happen.”

Both Illyrians scoffed.

“It's a locket with a message inside,” Cassian retorted. “How dangerous can it be?”

Azriel glowered at him. “A locket infused with dark magic, with a message in a language no one recognizes? Yes, how dangerous can it be?”

Rhys chuckled, then placed the empty glass on the coffee table.

“She knows more than anyone about ancient languages,” he said. “And Amren's with her. She'll be fine.”

Azriel knew that. He did.

He also knew about the protection spells cast over the locket, the parchment, and, just in case, on you and Amren as well. He was well aware of all of it.

But it didn't stop him from worrying. He wanted you by his side. He wanted to hold you in his arms while you nestled into his lap, chatting and laughing with his brothers as he simply admired your profile—the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheek when you closed your eyes.

He needed to feel you beneath his hands, to breathe in your scent, to tell you he loved you and brush his lips against your neck just to make you shiver in that adorable way you always did.

“Azriel.”

The Shadowsinger looked up at Cassian. From the gleam in his eyes, Azriel could tell his brother was up to something before he even spoke.

“What?”

Cassian grinned. “What exactly were you and Y/N doing when we got dragged out of bed?”

Azriel scowled. “It’s none of your business.”

“I’d say that’s answer enough,” Rhys commented.

With a scoff, Azriel reached for the whiskey bottle and an empty glass. He poured himself a generous amount of amber liquid and downed it in one go as if it were water. Only then did he speak again.

“You two are insufferable,” he grumbled.

His brothers only laughed. They didn’t deny it.

A noise outside the door caught his attention, and Azriel sat up straighter, eyes fixed on the entrance once more, hoping to see you finally walk in.

But you didn’t. Nothing happened. Another door closed somewhere else in the house.

Which, of course, became another source of teasing for Cass and Rhys.

He shot them a look sharp enough to cut, but it didn’t stop them from exchanging a glance and snickering.

“Oh, you’re down bad, brother,” Cassian taunted. “Are you sure you won’t start crying if she doesn’t show up in the next five minutes?”

“One more word, Cassian,” he warned. “Say just one more word and—”

“And what? You’ll make me regret it?” Cassian’s grin only widened. “But what would Y/N do if she knew her boyfriend threatened his own brother?”

Rhys tried to look composed, but the upward tilt of his lips gave him away. “C’mon, Cass, we should leave him alone,” he said. He almost sounded sincere, until he added, “He just doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings. Our boy here hasn’t been in love in three hundred years.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “I do know how to deal with it,” he muttered. “I just don’t want to lose her, okay? She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Rhysand finally relented. For all his teasing, he understood. He felt the same way about Feyre, and learning they were mates had only deepened their bond and their love.

But Cassian wasn’t done yet.

“Is it really because of that?” he mused. “Or is it because you had to leave before she could finish suck—”

Shadows lunged for him, cutting off the sentence with a surprised yelp. As tendrils of darkness swirled around him, his teasing finally quieted.

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[heirofnight]

it's the shadows

pairing: azriel x reader (heavily), cassian x reader, rhysand x reader

word count: 1.2k (i intended for this to be a drabble but i can't ever shut the hell up)

summary: reader is close friends with az, cass, and rhys, but is very obviously pining for azriel. the four of you are drunk and cassian just has to know which one of them would be the best in bed. sexual tension ensues. duh.

while this entire debate was absolutely ridiculous - one may argue even downright childish - you couldn't stop the grin that was spreading across your cheeks.

you couldn't remember the last time you'd laughed this hard. your stomach was aching, cheeks sore. dried tears were collecting at the corners of your eyes. there'd be a lull in the conversation, a period of time that allowed all of you to calm down and collect yourselves, before you'd inevitably meet one of their mischievous gazes and fits of laughter would begin all over again.

"seriously, y/n?," cassian inquired, voice booming. you snorted at his dumbfounded expression, at the fact that the four of you had finally calmed down, just for cass to loop back to the topic that had you all howling in laughter in the first place.

"azriel?," he continued, pointer finger gesturing towards the male sitting opposite from you in the sitting room. cassian had a half-full wine glass in his large hand, the liquid sloshing around precariously as he motioned in the shadowsinger's direction. "the motherfucker doesn't even speak!," he finished, causing you to erupt in another alcohol-induced fit of giggles.

azriel smiled warmly at the sight, shaking his head in mock exasperation at his brother's disbelief. az took a sip from the glass of wine he'd been nursing at a much slower pace compared to the rest of you.

rhys chuckled now, sitting alongside cassian on the plush sofa. he shoved the war general on his broad shoulder playfully, gesturing towards azriel himself, "he doesn't need to speak in this particular scenario, brother," he purred, his own wine sloshing within his grip.

azriel's cheeks tinted red at the implication, shifting his gaze down to his lap to hide a dimpled smirk.

"and see, that's what i'm saying," you added, throwing your hands up in agreement. you sat on the floor, upon the cushioned carpet that spread throughout the sitting room. you glanced up at azriel, a fond smile playing across your lips as you met his bashful gaze.

"he doesn't need to use words, cassian. i stand by my original statement: azriel is absolutely the most capable male in bed out of the three of you," you couldn't even finish the sentence without giggling, awestruck at cassian's ability to always turn the conversation back to this topic in particular.

you'd been close to all three of them for so long, and cassian - with his overly-competitive nature - just had to know, from a female's perspective, which male you thought would be the best in the bedroom. even though your answer was always the same: azriel.

was it because you may have been harboring feelings for the aforementioned male? perhaps. however, you didn't need to be pining after him to come to that conclusion; it felt like the obvious choice, regardless.

azriel glanced over at you with silent pride flooding his gaze, and you winked at him playfully in response. "i've got your back, az," you slurred, alcohol heavy in your veins. you reached over to poke him in the kneecap gently, and he huffed out a laugh.

"thank you, sweet," he spoke, tone gravelly, and you felt your chest grow fuzzy at the nickname he reserved just for you.

"oh, come ON," cassian scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. rhys barked out a laugh, tossing his head back against the headrest of the quilted couch.

you laughed along with rhys, sitting closer to azriel's legs now. az reached down, smoothing a section of your hair that had grown disheveled during your laughing fits throughout the evening. you were hyper-aware of his touch, and currants of electricity shot down your spine as the contact mixed with the wine in your system.

"i'm going to go out on a limb here," cassian started, pausing to take a sip from his glass. you rolled your eyes, bracing yourself for the familiar statement preparing to spill from his lips. "and i'm going to say that your opinion on this particular topic is heavily biased," he finished, knowing hazel eyes glancing from you, up to azriel, and back down to you.

you groaned in mock annoyance, flipping your hand in a dismissive gesture.

"yeah, yeah, cass, i know," you huffed out a breath, narrowing your eyes, "you're so convinced that i want to be in azriel's bed," you finished, pausing for dramatic effect before speaking further. cassian scoffed, his eyes widening slightly as if to say duh.

the alcohol was making you feel bolder than normal, and honestly, it's not like you were completely shy about your attraction towards azriel. it was a commonly known fact, one that all of you tended to play into from time to time - an inside joke, a bit.

however, while the attraction was known, you'd never confessed to any of them your very real feelings for azriel. that aspect wasn't a joke to you in the slightest.

"it's the shadows," you deadpanned, shrugging your shoulders sloppily.

cassian and rhys paused for a moment, absorbing your statement. then, they both erupted into howling laughter, and you weren't far behind them. you heard azriel's low chuckle from where he sat behind you, and he sent one of those mentioned shadows from within his twining orbit to twirl through your hair playfully.

cassian collected himself, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes.

"what kind of shit are you into, y/n?," cass wheezed out, and rhys laughed harder at his follow-up question.

you sniffled, wiping your own eyes before responding, "i mean, you really cannot blame me," you mused, gesturing towards azriel once more, "have you really not stopped to consider this at all?," you widened your eyes, stunned.

as if to prove a point, you turned your head towards azriel, locking your curious eyes with his amused ones.

"azriel, have you or have you not used your shadows on someone during sex?," you asked, extremely forward.

he almost choked at the question, cheeks turning crimson. cassian and rhys resumed their howling, but you peered at him expectantly.

he couldn't deny you an answer, not when you looked at him like that - innocent-looking wide eyes, cheeks pink from the wine. and was there a large, screaming part of him that wanted to entice you with his bedroom habits?

perhaps.

he nodded once, a dimpled smirk appearing across his pink cheeks.

"i have," he spoke, deep voice cutting through the laughter.

everyone paused at his words - you'd all half-expected him to evade the question altogether. but here he was, divulging life-altering, world-ending information that had your brain short-circuiting in one fatal blow.

the silence was deafeningly loud, and your expression shifted in a way that had azriel knowing exactly what you were thinking. your eyes had widened and glossed over, your mouth was agape. his smirk grew, forming into something more playful.

and to prove his point, he sent one more shadow your way to lightly twirl through your fingers and caress up your arm, looping around your neck gently.

cass sent a low whistle into the dead silence of the room, croaking out a laugh. "well, fuck, az," he chuckled, downing the rest of his drink.

"you win," cassian added, awestruck - shaking his head in defeat.

you didn't even hear what was happening around you, too focused on azriel - his darkened gaze as he peered down at you, and the feeling of that tendril of shadow tightening around your throat in silent challenge.

a/n: i'm so sorry. i'm spamming u with all of these ideas but hear me out, i have to get them out immediately. pls don't hate me. but this one had me sweating lmfao. sucker for sexual tension as always!!!

[imaginespazzi]

thinking of GH!Paige and her first mother's day with GH!Azzi and Stephie-bean 🥹

Picture Perfect ~ A GH!Verse Drabble

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A/N: Happy Mother's day my lovies! I hope everyone is having a wonderful day, whether you're celebrating or not. I can't lie, this wasn't planned and I very much wasn't expecting to write, let alone finish, something like this today but I guess inspiration struck and I've missed Stephie and GH!Pazzi just as much as the rest of you. Besides, with the way I've been procrastinating, you guys deserved something, so I hope you guys like it <3

"Mommy," Stephie's voice starts off quiet, a soft tickle in Paige's ear as the little girl makes herself comfortable on the blonde's back, her tiny hands wrapped around her mother from behind, "wake up, Mommy."

Paige lets out a low groan, keeping her eyes shut as she buries her head further into her pillows, "it's Sunday Stephie-bean, five more minutes please."

"No Mommy," the six-year old whines, poking at Paige's cheeks, "you have to wake up now. Now, now, now, NOW!."

"I don't want to," Paige says petulantly, "I want to sleep and you know what sweetheart," she grins sleepily as she pulls her daughter -and even in this tired state just thinking of Stephie like that, as her child, makes Paige feel all warm and fuzzy inside- off of her back and into her arms, "you should go back to sleep too."

Stephie squeals as Paige barricades the little girl into a hug, squeezing her tightly against her chest like she's her own personal cuddly toy.

"Mommy," the little girl gasps dramatically, "can't," another gasp, "breathe."

"That's okay," Paige says nonchalantly, a soft serene smile on the blonde's face as she gently pats Stephie's head, "don't breathe sweetheart, just sleep."

"Top-notch parenting Bueckers. Real wise words right there. Don't breathe, just sleep. Exactly the words every parent should be saying to their child," Azzi's voice cuts through the room, teasing and light and-

Paige scrunches her face.

Azzi's voice is distant, far away. As in not coming from their bed. As in not coming from right next to Paige where she should still be. As in Azzi is already awake and out of their bed on this sacred sleep-in-able Sunday and that? Well, Paige thinks that's blasphemous really.

She doesn't open her eyes as she quirks an eyebrow in the general direction of where she thinks Azzi is, her tone leaking with betrayal, "why are you awake already? Why are you out of bed?"

"Because-" Stephie tries to say, her voice muffled by Paige's chest.

"Shhhh Stephie-bean," Paige quiets the little girl, her hands blindly feeling around so she can cover Stephie's mouth, "I'm talking to your traitor Mama right now. Can't believe you left me in bed alone like this babe. I thought you loved me or something."

"Or something," Azzi laughs, that fond, somewhat exasperated you're such a dork but you're my dork, she's had reserved for Paige since they were fifteen, "you're such a drama queen baby."

"First the betrayal? Now the insults?" Paige shakes her head in mock disbelief, "I can't believe you're treating me this way Az."

"Mommyyyyyy," Stephie whines again, trying to say something but Paige ignores her in favor of snuggling the little girl closer to her as she continues to talk to her fiancé.

"Come back here and make it up to me," the blonde demands and even though her eyes are still closed she can practically feel Azzi's rolling her eyes at her, "that's your punishment. You have to come back and lie in bed with us till the afternoon now. No exceptions."

"But Mommy," Stephie starts again, "she can't-"

"Of course she can."

"No she can't."

"Stephie-"

"Mommy-"

"C'mon Stephie-bean you know you want to go back to sleep too."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do-hmph!" Paige is blocked from speaking by a soft weight being pressed against her lips.

"Oh my god Mommy stop talking," Stephie says exasperatedly, tiny hands having finally pushed free so they can cover Paige's mouth, "now open your eyes," she pauses and then like an afterthought -probably in the form of Azzi's stern voice reminding her about manners ringing in her head- she adds, "please."

And Paige does as she's told, eyelids slowly fluttering open as she squints to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming through her windows. The first thing she sees is Stephie, dark brown curls framing a face that's staring at her with big, wide, eyes. Paige grins, the size of it stretching across her whole face.

This isn't new, not anymore. This is how Paige wakes up almost every morning, to the sight of Stephie- a golden hue around her daughter, like a halo around an angel- being the first thing she sees every morning. But it never gets old, never gets tiring and Paige never stops praying that every morning will start just like this.

"Good morning babygirl," she whispers, pressing her lips to Stephie's forehead.

"Good morning Mommy," Stephie replies happily as she gives Paige her own kiss on the cheek, before wriggling out of her mother's grip so she can sit on her stomach instead, a beaming smile on her face, "do you like my shirt?"

And that's when Paige sees it, her eyes widening as she takes in the graphic tee Stephie's wearing. Her breath hitches, the tears already threatening to fall. It's lavender -of course it is- and on it is a picture, -the first ever selfie of the three of them together, taken on the day before the blonde had, had to go back to Dallas to start making the transition to the Bay and she'd promised a tearful Stephie that she would come back- and above the picture, is a sign, in big, bold, darker purple lettering that says:

Happy Mother's Day Mommy and Mama!

Paige swallows a sob, her eyes drifting over Stephie to find Azzi leaning against the door, wearing the same matching shirt as their daughter, as she smiles at the scene in front of them. Her fiancé - god Paige loves saying that- sends her a wink when she catches her gaze, accompanied by a mouthed i love you and Paige swears she almost melts on the spot as she mouths her own i love you more back.

"Happy Mother's day Mommy," Stephie echoes, somewhat shyly as she brings the blonde's attention back to her.

"Thank you sweetheart. This is-," Paige chokes on her words, sitting up against the backboard with Stephie still firmly on her lap, "when did you guys come up with all of this?"

"When you were asleep," Stephie teases, "you sleep a lot Mommy."

Paige guffaws, "I do not."

"Do too," Stephie sticks her tongue out and Paige shoots her glare with no fire before flipping the little girl onto her back, making her writhe with laughter as the blonde's fingers start tickling her sides.

"Take it back," Paige yells, her own giggles mixing with the little girls as she continues her onslaught.

"No," Stephie manages to get out with all the determination of a stubborn six-year old, "I will stand for the truth!"

"You two are insane," Azzi remarks from the doorway, shaking her head at the two of them.

Paige stops what she's doing, her eyes finding Stephie's as they both smirk -mischievous and conspiratorial- at each other. The older woman nods once and then they're both flinging themselves out of bed and running towards Azzi, their feet thudding against the floor as they tackle the brunette, who lets out a loud shriek as she's pulled back towards the bed, the three of them falling onto the soft mattress in a tangle of limbs.

"Stop, stop, stop," Azzi says finally, "or I'll make both of you drink a green smoothie for breakfast."

That gets them, both Paige and Stephie immediately going still as they look at each other and then at Azzi -who's barely concealing a smile- in horror.

"Okay Mama," Stephie says fearfully, holding her hands up in surrender, "we stop now!"

"Yeah Az," Paige follows her daughter's lead, "don't threaten us with," she makes an exaggeratedly grossed-out face, "green stuff."

Azzi huffs, "the green stuff is good for you."

"Abso-utely not," Stephie practically gags as she disentangles herself from her mother so she can sit comfortably in between them, "pancakes are good for me!"

"Exactly Stephie-bean," Paige appraises, "pancakes are the best for you. We should have pancakes this morning. Mother's day special."

Azzi snorts, "you say that like I don't make pancakes every weekend."

"Well you're not gonna make them," Paige says with a smile as reaches her head over to steal a good morning kiss from her fiancé lips, resisting the urge to deepen it when Azzi hums into it, "it's Mother's day. We're going out."

"Ooooh can we go to that fancy new one Aunty J told us about?" Stephie chirps excitedly, "the one she says lets you have as many as you want and she ate so, so, so many that she threw up."

"Think it was the so, so, so many drinks she had the night before that made her throw up not the pancakes actually," Azzi mumbles under her breath and Paige laughs at the memory of Jana last week, striding into their house looking like she'd been through it, after a team nigh, out that Paige and Azzi -the domestic old heads they were now- had left from early.

"What?" Stephie asks, her nose scrunching up in confusion and she looks so freaking cute, that Paige can't help but press a quick kiss to her nose.

"Nothing sweetheart. Of course, we can go to the new pancake place," she says softly, her heart aching in the best way possible when Stephie rewards her with a bright, excited smile.

"YAY PANCAKES!" the little girl bounces on their bed happily before her eyes widen with a memory, "wait Mommy, stay here. I have to get you your t-shirt too."

"My t-shirt?" Paige asks, raising an eyebrow as Stephie slips of the bed.

The little girl gives her a look as she stop by the doorway and points to her own shirt and then Azzi's, "yes Mommy. We got you a matching shirt too and we're all gonna wear our matching shirts to breakfast, duh."

"Um wait no Stephie," Azzi calls out after the little girl, "I didn't agree to that."

"Yeah you did baby," Paige deadpans as she pulls her fiancé into her arms, nuzzling her face into the brunette's curls, "yeah you did."

Azzi sighs, melting into the warmth of Paige's embrace, "we're gonna look so silly."

"Oh absolutely," Paige agrees, pressing her grin into Azzi's shoulder, "but if that's what Stephie wants."

"You spoil her," Azzi chides but there's no real fire behind it.

"I love her," Paige corrects, her fingers slipping under the hem of Azzi's shirts, "and I love you. The shirt, it- it's-"

"It's corny," Azzi surmises.

Paige laughs, "it's perfect. Thank you for doing this for me today."

"It's your first Mother's day," Azzi shrugs as she turns her face towards Paige, reaching out a hand to rub her cheek, "I wanted it to be special."

"Every day with the two of you, every moment with you, me and Stephie, is special," Paige whispers, nuzzling their noses together.

"About that," Azzi bites her lip -her tell for when she's nervous- as she pulls away slightly.

"What is it baby?" Paige asks softly, brushing a loose curl away from her fiancé's eyes.

"I was just thinking," Azzi begins, her fingers fidgeting with the collar of Paige's sleep shirt, "this whole Mother's day thing, it's kinda lonely to plan by yourself you know? I mean I helped Stephie today but when she's older- when she wants to do things by herself for us, cause you know she's already dying to be that independent, it'd be nice- it'd be nice if she had someone else to help her."

Paige studies the younger woman's face, still a little confused as she tries to process Azzi's words, "what are you saying Az?"

Azzi sucks in a sharp breath, "I'm saying- next Mother's day or maybe the one after that- maybe instead of just a picture with the three of us on the shirt- it could- it could be a picture of four people. You, me, Stephie, and- and a baby."

"Azzi," Paige breathes out, her lungs constricting like there's flowers blooming inside them, the veins wrapping around her chest and squeezing tight. The image Azzi has just painted for her dances in her mind and Paige wants to reach out and grab it, make it hers, now.

"You mean it?" she asks cautiously, "you want that? Another- another baby?"

"Yeah," Azzi nods tearfully, her hands twisting around Paige's neck as she shifts herself fully to straddle the older woman, "I want it. I want it so bad baby. With you."

The sounds that escapes Paige's lips is indecipherable between a sob and a laugh as she cups Azzi's face in her hands, "then let's have a fucking baby," she whispers before smashing her lips against her fiancé's. It's a kiss full of promise, full of hope, full of dreams of a future that has never seemed clearer, never seemed more within their reach.

And it isn't until Stephie comes bounding in, a disgusted, "ugh you guys kiss too much," reverberating throughout the room as the little girl bounces onto the bed, that they finally separate from each other, lips chapped, eyes shining with giddy excitement.

Stephie regards them warily, one hand holding the lavender t-shirt for Paige, "why are you guys crying? Are you sad?"

"No sweetheart," Paige reassures the little girl, pulling her so she's enclosed between the two of them, "these are happy tears. Really fucking happy tears."

"Mommy!"

"Paige!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Paige apologizes for the profanity, immediately pressing a kiss to Stephie's cheek as penance, "it was an accident."

Azzi rolls her eyes, leaning her head against Paige's shoulder as Stephie shakes her head dramatically before launching into a tirade about everything she's going to eat at the new pancake place. Paige falls back against the headboard with her family in her arms and the dream of how to make their little world even more perfect, locked securely in between the palms of her and Azzi's entwined hands.

And as she slips into the slightly crumpled lavender t-shirt, Stephie and Azzi watching her with identical smiles, Paige thinks, she can't wait for that dream to be her reality, for three to become four, for the next Mother's day t-shirt to have a picture of her, her wife, their daughter and their little baby boy.

[pellucid-constellations]

A small drabble dedicated to returning home from Under the Mountain and what that would look like for Azriel.

The second you cracked an eye open, Azriel tugged you closer to his chest in an almost eerie display of sixth sense. You could tell he was still asleep by the even rate of his breath as it puffed over your shoulder, and still, he could tell the moment you woke up. 

It had been that way since you returned home from Under the Mountain. 

Subtle tells made you privy to the desperation he had felt during the decades you’d been gone. He never vocalized it, always too concerned with the horrors you’d been subjected to under Amarantha’s reign, but you could tell. 

You could tell by the way he looked at you, the soft gleam in his eyes so achingly adoring it constantly sent a pang through your chest. You could tell in how he touched you, each pass of his hands soft but determined, as if he were afraid a meaningless touch would send you away again. The way he cared for you spoke volumes—how he pressed you close when you cried over imagined pasts and fended off loud sounds even though they didn’t mean what they used to Under the Mountain. 

The first week after you’d returned you swore he was utterly devoted to you simply being able to eat an entire plate of food and keep it down. You were better at that now, more used to the rich spices back home, but you could still feel the way he intently watched as you ate. 

You weren’t sure when that vigilance would fade—when he would finally understand that you were safe and by his side once more. 

You blinked against the sunlight filtering through bedroom curtains and felt Azriel’s hands curl against your ribs. His wing twitched as it rested over you, and you subtly remembered that he never used to do that. He never slept with you so close and tight and with so much of him covering so much of you. 

After lying in his hold for several minutes, your shoulders shifted with restlessness. 

Azriel woke immediately, his heart pattering harshly against your back as he breathed in suddenly. He jolted his head up before consciousness reached him, a panic spurring him to look around the room with haste. 

This was something else you’d have to overcome together. 

“Az,” you called from beneath him. “I’m right here.”

Azriel snapped his gaze down to look upon you, confusion marring his features before unrelenting relief smoothed the lines on his face. He huffed out a breath that was meant to be a laugh before burying his face in the juncture of your neck, his heart calming as he felt you. 

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled against your skin. “I’ll get over that.” 

You smiled softly. He couldn’t see it. “It’s okay. I don’t mind reminding you.” 

Azriel slowly unraveled himself from you and turned you to rest on your back. His eyes flitted over your face in admiration, but you could see the way they lingered down the rest of your body as well—examining, ensuring, solidifying your presence. 

You brushed your fingers across his cheek and his lashes fluttered in response. 

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked. 

Did you have any dreams of her? Of that place? Of the times I wasn’t able to protect you? 

You knew those were the questions disguised beneath the veil of casual pillow talk. 

“I slept very well,” you hummed. “As did you, it seems. You were snoring in my ear.” 

“I do not snore, my love. I cannot snore, it would be an occupational hazard.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You never let me have anything.” 

Joy shone brightest in Azriel’s eyes, but the melancholy that always seemed to linger was difficult to escape. Because you knew him so well. Because you knew he was blaming himself for so much of this. 

“I would give you everything,” he stressed, shaking his head playfully. “But I will not have you spreading lies about me. I do not snore and never have.” 

You bit back a smile and pulled him down by the back of his neck, his nose pressed to yours as you replied, “Says you.” 

He laughed and then he kissed you, his hands never leaving your body, his devotion never dissipating as it streamed down the bond. 

[valentina-writes]

Azriel x reader imagine

summary: it's your first time having your period after turning into a fae and Azriel comforts you.

warnings: (period) blood

A/N: Just a short little drabble. It's that time of the month and I wish I had an Azriel to cuddle the pain away. But I don't. So I pretend I do. (That sounds really pathetic, forget that I said that)

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Being a high fae had its perks. Near eternal life with Azriel, magical powers beyond human comprehension, the fact that your mate had the biggest wingspan of all illyrians... you particularly thanked the Mother for the last one. What you definitely weren't thankful for after you were made a fae was the cycle.

After a few glasses of wine, Feyre had once taken you aside and told you that things would be different in this body. She hadn't had the grace to mention exactly what would be different besides only having your period twice a year. She'd pay for that once you'd be able to get out of bed again.

Because, for some reason, what she hadn't told you about was the excruciating, mind-numbing pain that was ripping your stomach open from within.

Azriel had left at the crack of dawn, leaving you in bed. You had awoken to a cramp so strong you were sure something was ripping your body open. Getting up was impossible, so you had stayed in bed all day.

"Hi, beautiful". Azriel stepped into your shared bedroom and closed the door. You only managed a groan of acknowledgment. Cramps tore through you and a throbbing headache was forming at your temples. The shadows around him stilled. He came closer, frowning. "Is everything alright?". You nodded, but he didn't seem convinced. With long strides Azriel came up to you, eying you closely. And then he inhaled. "Gods, you're bleeding, Y/N. A lot. What happened?". Azriel's shadows escaped the his control and they swirled all around you in search of a wound. Of course they didn't find one. His gaze turned panicked and he reached out to you.

"It hurts so much", you whimpered.

And the night court's spymaster, fuel for many nightmares, feared warrior and shadowsinger, dropped to his knees at your side of the bed and stared at you in horror. He pulled the blankets off the bed in a haste, his eyes darting over your body. "Where are you hurt?". Azriel's scarred hand came up to your face and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, away from your sweaty forehead. His jaw was clenched, his wings twitching, but his eyes were soft.

"It's nothing really-" As if punishing you for your words, a strong cramp tore through your abdomen like a knife stabbing into you and twisting, tearing out the flesh. Groaning, you curled in on yourself, shaking.

"This is it, I'll take you to a healer". Azriel got up and held a hand to your forehead. It was nice and chilly against your skin and you sighed at his touch. His shadows and your pain alike clouded your view of him, but you could've sworn he was muttering something to his shadows under his breath. You only understood snippets of it. Fever. Hurt. Blood. But where?

"Don't take me to a healer". You forced yourself into a semi-upright position and Azriel immediately tried to push you down into the covers again. "Az, I'm on my period"

"Oh, thank the Mother", you thought he said before dropping his face into his hands. And then: "I thought you were dying".

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "It sure as hell feels like it"

Before you could protest, he quickly unlaced his boots and took off his leathers before pulling back the covers.

"I'm sorry, I bled on the sheet", you weakly excused the red stains.

Azriel didn't even look. "I don't care", he huffed and lay down next to you. Strong arms snaked around your waist and lightly caressed your abdomen.

"My poor darling". Warm lips found your cheek. "Why didn't you call for me?".

"I didn't want to keep you from work"

"That's bullshit". Azriel rubbed your belly. "You're in pain and I wasn't there for you". He frowned into your shoulder.

"But now you're here", you sighed and curled into him.

"How can I help you?", Azriel breathed against your throat, "tell me how to take the pain away". His fingers splayed over your stomach and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"A bath", you whispered, "warmth used to help before". As a human. You had no idea if it would help now.

"Hm... I think I heard about that", he murmured. "Let's get you to the bathtub". All of a sudden, the warmth of his body against yours disappeared.

"Come back to bed", you whined, "I reconsidered. I only need you". A light chuckle from your mate. Then, without asking, he swept you up into his strong arms. "Later".

Azriel carried you into the bathroom adjacent to your bedroom and carefully sat you down onto the rim of the big bathtub. "Can you undress or do you need help?", he asked while running the water and checking its temperature. Your lower back protested as you stood up and were met with a sharp stab of cramps that had you doubling over. The only thing that kept you from crashing onto the floor was Azriel, whose arm you were clutching for support.

"I can do this. Don't worry, this is hardly the first time I'm bleeding". Concern was etched into his features. Azriel's eyes narrowed as he took in the state you were in.

"It is your first fae period. I heard it doesn't compare at all".

"It's fine, really". He observed your movements as you went to pull off your shirt and slightly relaxed when you didn't almost fall over again.

"I'll be back in a minute". He pressed a kiss to your head and left.

The water was just the right temperature. Its warmth felt heavenly against your abdomen. It didn't quite take away the pain, but made it bearable. You closed your eyes and sighed.

Long fingers threaded through your wet hair. "Is that good?". You hummed in agreement.

"Thank you".

"That's the least I can do". Shampoo pooled on the crown of your head and Azriel's big hands started working it into your scalp. "I'd do anything to make you feel better". He said it so earnestly, but the bond between you glowed like molten gold. You'd never be able to put into words just how much you loved him.

He lightly massaged your head and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. "I love you. So much", you hummed.

Azriel helped you out of the tub soon after and helped you into fresh clothes before carrying you back to bed.

Fresh sheets greeted you, as well as a hot water bottle. "I'm really sorry about the sheets", you stated in embarrassment. Not only had he seen them, lain in them, he had also changed them for you without batting an eye.

"I've fought many battles. A little blood is nothing I'm not used to", he stated matter-of-factly. As if he hadn't even thought about it like that.

You curled up against him again immediately. "Next time, use the bond. I don't want you to be in pain alone"

A week later

"Hey Y/N, better already?". Cassian stood in the hallway of Rhys's townhouse, a glass of wine in hand. You were early for dinner.

"You try losing half your blood in a week. Then we can talk", you spat. Azriel next to you took your hand, grounding you.

"Really, Cass, you don't get a say in this". Mor appeared behind him, smiling softly at you. "I'm glad you're better".

"Would've been easier if I had known what to expect", you responded, but your words had no bite to them. Azriel tugged lightly at your hand and led you into the living room.

"I hope she told you about fae ovulation". You whirled around to Cassian, perplexed.

"What are you talking about? What – what do you mean?". But Cassian only laughed. You turned to Azriel. His neck and ears were turning red and his shadows clung so tightly to him you were sure he wanted to disappear from the face of the earth right there.

"Oh honey, you're in for a ride", Cassian cackled.