#azriel shawdowsinger x reader

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— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

007: “ chemistry ‘til it blows up. ”

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— NOTES

your cat and lucien’s dog are bffs <3 (he almost wanted to name them kourtney and kim but settled for bonnie and clyde)… also azriel is such a cat person she just loved him

azriel definitely did cry during the barbie movie lmfao (you guys couldn’t pick a movie and decided on that bc you said he has too many jobs like a barbie doll)

you need a license to drive a motorcycle so he won’t let you drive one… but you can hold onto him while he does 🤭

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Dream Girl part 2

Nyx x Reader

Summary: Nyx and the batboys meet Y/N for the first time. They learn a secret about her and give her a chance to join them.

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2,865

A/N: Sorry this took a little longer than expected to get out! I’m working on part 3 right now!! Hopefully you like this part! Let me know what you think! Thank you so much for reading!!!

part 1 part 3

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“And where is Y/N right now?” Rhys questions.

“Right now?” Devlon leans back in his chair. “If I had to guess, I’d say those eyes peeking in the window are her.”

Everyone whips their heads around to see a cloud of white smoke dispersing right outside the window. Devlon throws his head back cackling. Rhys turns his confused stare to Azriel, eyes now wide.

“What eyes?” Cassian dares to ask.

“Why don’t you go find out.” Devlon replies with a grin.

Azriel gives Rhys a nod, clearly having a mental conversation, and stands up to walk towards the door.

“Stay here.” He throws over his shoulder.

Once Az leaves, the pain in Nyx’s chest grows again, this time worse than before. He hunches over and wraps his arms around his stomach. Cassian places a hand on his back. “You alright little man?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. I just need some fresh air.” Nyx replies standing up. Rhys steps in front of him, blocking his path. He opens his mouth to talk, but quickly shuts it. After giving Nyx a warning glare, Rhys moves out of his way.

Now outside, Nyx feels worse than he did before. He thinks about going back inside, but then he sees his uncle Azriel heading into one of the buildings and decides to follow.

Getting closer to the cabin, Nyx can hear voices. He stops just outside the door to listen.

“How long have you had them?” Azriel questions.

“I- I can’t remember when they showed up. They were always just… there.” A female voice says timidly.

Nyx tries to look in the window to see who the female is, but there are swirls of white and black smoke blocking his view.

“I think you should go and talk to him.” Az says.

“I don’t know… I’m- I’m scared.” The female confesses.

“You have nothing to be afraid of. They just want to talk to you, that’s all. I’m gonna go bring them in, okay?”

With that Nyx scurries back over to where his dad and uncle Cassian are. He tries to make it back before Az can catch him snooping, he doesn’t. A meir 3 feet from the door, Nyx feels a hand on his shoulder.

“How much of that did you hear?” Azriel asks spinning Nyx around to face him.

“Only the last part.” Nyx says shamefully looking down.

“And did you see anything?”

“N-no. Nothing.”

The door in front of them swings open revealing Rhys and Cassian.

“Are we interrupting something?” Rhys asks.

“No.” Azriel says starting to turn back around. “But there’s something- someone, you should meet.”

Rhys ushers Nyx to follow Az, leaving Cassian to trail behind them. When they reach the cabin, Azriel stops just before he opens the door. He takes a deep breath and looks back at Nyx.

Through the window, Nyx can see a figure sitting on a couch facing away from the door. As soon as Az turns the handle, the figure stands up. Their spine is straight, wings folded in and hands placed behind their back.

Rhys steps through the threshold first, making his footsteps audible as he approaches.

“Hello my dear, I believe we have a lot to talk about.” Rhys says with a grin, making his way over to the couch opposite of hers. He waves over at Nyx to follow him.

When Nyx steps into the house, white smoke slithers around on the floor and pools at his feet. It retreats back to the female a heartbeat later.

“Y/N, I presume?” Rhys asks, gesturing for her to take a seat. She nods and sinks back down on the couch. “Well Y/N, this is my son Nyx.” Nyx shuffles his way over to sit across from Y/N, trying to calm his breathing.

He knows who she is without even having to see her face. If it wasn’t the silky soft night black hair that gave it away, it was the pounding in his chest growing with each step. When he’s sitting in front of her, he says the only thing that comes to mind.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Me too” Y/N says, matching his gaze with a genuine smile.

Rhys walks over to stand behind his son. “I take it, you know who he is?”

“I could recognize that face anywhere.” She says never taking her eyes off of Nyx. “But, I do not know anything about you I’m afraid.”

The smoke is back, climbing up Nyx’s legs. He looks down to see it better, and that’s when he realizes. It’s not smoke, their shadows. Is Y/N a shadowsinger?

Azriel walks forward and answers the question Nyx is showing in his face. “I’ve never seen white shadows before, but yes, she is a shadowsinger.”

Y/N looks up at Nyx to gauge his reaction.

Nyx smiles and opens his mouth to speak when Cassian cuts him off.

“Y/N, we need to talk about some things.”

“Like?” Y/N asks, slowly moving her gaze over to Cassian.

“Like your training.” Azriel says, looking over at Rhys.

“My training?”

“Yes, I understand you’re having a hard time finding someone to train you?” Rhys asks, placing his hands on Nyx’s shoulders.

Y/N looks down, not really wanting to have to talk about this. “Yeah, the males here- they don’t really want me to train with them. They tell me I should feel lucky just for being alive and still having my wings.”

“Do you still want to stay at this camp?” Rhys asks, sending her an apologetic look.

“I- I don’t have anywhere else to go… so I have to stay here.” She says fiddling with her hands.

“Well, obviously the final decision is up to you,” Rhys starts, “but I would like to have you stay with us. That way Azriel can help you out with your shadows, and we can all help with your training.”

“S-stay with you?” Y/N asks, now looking at Nyx who sends her a smile and a small nod.

“Only if you want to.” Rhys replies.

“I mean- I would like that. But, I don’t have any money to pay you for-“

“Don’t worry about that. I will never ask you for a cent.” Rhys says moving to go sit next to her. “You would have your own space, be free to do whatever you wish, and you would be completely safe.”

“Okay- um, yeah. That sounds good.”

“Where do you keep your stuff? We can go help you pack if you like.” Azriel says.

“Oh, um my room is a couple doors down.” She says looking down at her hands. Nyx stands up from his seat and walks over to her.

Holding his hand out to help her stand up, Nyx asks, “Would it be okay if I helped you?” She nods in response, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. As soon as they touch, Nyx finally feels it. That snap in his chest that he’s been desperately waiting for. Based on her expression, it’s clear that Y/N feels it too. Their mating bond has snapped into place.

“Well, as much as I would love to chaperone whatever the hell this is gonna turn into.” Cassian says, breaking the silence. “You two better get packing, we’ll meet back at the house.”

Nyx is the first to break from their intense eye contact, looking over at his dad. Rhys smiles genuinely and gives a nod to Nyx, grabbing Azriel and Cassian to winnow back home.

Standing in the room now alone together for the first time, Nyx looks back over at Y/N. She’s already looking up at him.

“I can’t believe it’s really you.” She says with tears welling up in her eyes. He raises his free hand to cup her cheek, using his thumb to catch her tears.

“It’s really me.” He says staring lovingly at Y/N. His gaze slowly falls to her lips, jumping back up to her eyes a second later. “I never thought I would see these gorgeous eyes in person.”

Y/N looks down and takes a step back, out of Nyx’s grasp. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

He pulls her back to him with their still linked hands. Placing a finger under her chin to force her to look at him. “I would NEVER lie to you. You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen. Your eyes included.”

Staring into his eyes to see if he is telling the truth, Y/N leans in to kiss his cheek. She pulls back to see his shocked expression. He cocks his head to the side as she makes a goofy smile. “So, you had dreams of me too huh?” she says now laughing.

He matches her laugh and leans in to give her cheek a kiss. “You could say that, yeah.” He leads her out the door to go help pack up her things.

“Okay, this is me.” Y/N says, opening up her bedroom door. “I-it’s not anything special, and I don’t really have that much to pack, so you can just-“

Nyx cuts her off with a squeeze to her hand. “I want to help you pack, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He says with a smirk. She smiles back and sighs, opening up the door.

Now inside, Nyx lets go of her hand as Y/N scurries over towards the bed. He closes the door behind them and sees a flurry of white smoke climb up to close the curtain. No, not smoke, shadows. Her shadows, he remembers.

Bending over to grab her bag from under the bed, Y/N stands up to find Nyx staring at her. “I told you, I don’t really have that much to pack so if you wanted to sit down-“

“What can I help with?” Nyx says walking over to her.

“Um, could you grab my clothes out of the dresser and put them in here?” She says, handing him the bag. “I’ll go to the bathroom and get my stuff from there.”

“Absolutely.” Nyx says with a smile. Walking over to her dresser, Nyx opens the first drawer. Nicely folding all of the shirts and pants he finds.

As he moves onto the second, a shadow comes out from underneath and shuts the drawer before he can open it. “What the-“ Nyx says trying to get the shadow away from the drawer.

Stumbling back as it finally opens, Nyx looks in the drawer to see hundreds of drawings. Not just any drawings, but drawings of him. He gasps as he picks up a few to look at. They are incredibly detailed, even getting the texture of his hair and wings perfectly.

“I didn’t mean for you to find those.” Y/N says sheepishly behind him. Swinging around with the drawing still in his hand, Nyx stares at her for a second.

“These are amazing.” He manages to get out, looking up to meet her gaze. “I- I love them.”

“Well, there’s not much to do here and I didn’t want to forget what you looked like so…” Y/N starts moving over to put more things in her bag.

“I’ve drawn you too.” Nyx admits. “But I’ve never done anything like this. You’re an amazing artist.” Now walking over to meet her at the bed, he sets down the drawing and grabs her hands.

“I can’t wait to show you my home, have you meet my family and start our life together.” He says looking into her eyes. Y/N leans into his chest and Nyx places his arms around her.

“I can’t wait to join your family.” Y/N says, leaning her chin on his chest to look up at him. “I can’t wait to learn everything about you.”

“Well then,” Nyx says, bending over slightly to grab her bag. “Let’s get you home, shall we?” Y/N nods. Nyx smiles softly looking down at her. “Have you ever winnowed before?” He asks.

“No, never.”

“It’ll be okay, just close your eyes and don’t let go.” Nyx says, placing the bag over his shoulder and hugging her tight. Y/N nods and squeezes her eyes shut, wrapping her arms around Nyx’s waist. He chuckles at her cuteness before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead and winnowing away.

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Landing on the front steps of his house, Nyx looks down again at Y/N. He gives her a slight squeeze, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “We’re here.”

She opens her eyes and looks at their surroundings.

“This is the House of Wind. It looks a little intimidating at first, but soon it will feel like home.” He says, admiring her taking in the view.

“Where are we?” Y/N asks, grabbing onto Nyx’s hand and threading their fingers together.

“The City of Starlight. A.K.A Velaris. It’s still a part of the Night Court, but nobody knows about it. My father has kept it a secret and his father before him.” Nyx answers, watching her reaction to his city.

“I-it’s beautiful.”

“Just wait till you see it at night.” He says, pulling her slightly, leading her towards the door. “Come on, we don’t want to keep them waiting do we?”

“Them?” Y/N asks as Nyx swings the door open. They walk inside and are greeted by a line of smiling faces. Nyx gives them a warning glare to not scare Y/N off. He squeezes her hand in encouragement as a beautiful female walks forward.

“Hello my dear, You must be Y/N. My name is Feyre, I’m Nyx’s mom.” Feyre says, extending her hands out for a hug. Y/N lets go of Nyx’s hand and moves into Feyre’s arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Archeron.” Y/N says as they pull away.

“Oh please just call me Feyre! No need for formalities.” Feyre says, walking back to stand next to Rhys.

“Welcome to our home, Y/N. These are the rest of our family members.” Rhys says, placing a hand on Feyre’s back. “You’ve already met Cassian and Azriel. This here is Amren, over there is Nesta and Elain. And then here is Mor-.” Not even letting him finish, Mor is running up to pull Y/N in a hug.

“Hello! I’m Mor! Nyx’s Auntie! You can call me Aunt Mor if you want! I’m so excited to finally meet you! Ever since Nyx told us about you, I couldn’t wait!” Mor says all in one breath. Rhys pulls her away and gives Y/N an apologetic look.

“Alright Nyx, why don’t you show Y/N her room? Help her get settled and then meet us back down for dinner.” Rhys asks. Nyx nods, grabs onto Y/N’s hand again and heads toward the stairs.

Making their way down the hall, they pass Nyx’s office and Y/N’s shadows scurry inside. A second later they squirm up to her ear and whisper something, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“Y/N? What is it?” Nyx asks when he sees her shocked expression. He sees her shadows coming out of his office and realizes she knows about the painting of her.

“Can I see it?” She asks. Nyx nods and lets go of her hand. She carefully walks over towards the door. Stepping inside, Y/N looks up above the desk to the painting of her. Stopping just a few feet away, she studies the painting. “I thought you said you didn’t do this kind of work?”

Nyx comes up behind her, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. He leans down to her ear and whispers, “I don’t, this was a gift from my mother. She gave it to me last Starfall.”

“Starfall?” Y/N asks, leaning back into his chest.

“It’s a holiday here in Velaris. My favorite. It’s coming up pretty soon, I can’t wait to spend it with you.” He says kissing the side of her head.

She spins around in his arms and places her hands on his chest. “That sounds lovely.” She says standing on her tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Blushing, Nyx returns the kiss and steps away. He grabs Y/N’s hand and leads her back to the hallway. Standing now outside her bedroom door, he turns to her and says, “This is your room, I’ll leave you here to get settled. My room is just across the hall if you need anything. I’ll see you downstairs for dinner okay?”

Y/N smiles and nods. Nyx pulls their joined hands up to his lips and places a kiss on the back of her hand. He lets go and looks into her eyes one last time before turning around to go to his bedroom.

Entering her new room, Y/N closes the door behind her and slides down it towards the floor. She brings her knees into her chest and pulls her hands around them.

With a heavy sigh, she whispers, “please let this be real. please, please, please don’t let this be a dream.”

[princess-tulip-writes]

Azriel pleasuring his mate with truthteller 😳😳

"your pussy is just swallowing it whole, baby. it's so greedy for it, hm?" azriel cooed, watching your cunt wrap around the handle of his knife hungrily.

"s-so good, sir. it feels so good."

he chuckled at you, entranced by your beauty. even now, as he fucked you with the very knife that had tortured thousands, you looked absolutely stunning. the unfamiliar ridges of the iron had your pussy clenching around it harshly, and for a moment he thought you might actually hurt yourself.

his scarred fingertips held the blade cautiously, careful not to cut himself, although if he did, he certainly wouldn't stop.

your back arched as he angled the bottom just right, hitting your curvix softly.

"yeah? that feels so good, doesn't it?"

you nodded vigorously, gasping as he continued to abuse the sensitive walls of your cunt. he sped up his pace carefully, but you were so fucked out that you couldn't even sense his hesitation.

"so naughty, princess."

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Alliance Maker-Chapter 2

Summary:Recovering from your wounds takes a while. Luckily you have Nesta to look over you.

Pairing:Slow Burn!Azriel x Afab!Reader

Warnings:Wounds, weapons, murder, sexual assault(blink and you'll miss it), alcochol, blood, stitches and curse words.

Word count:2053

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It had taken you six days to wake up after being placed in one of the guest rooms in the house of wind. The wound to your abdomen had been deep. Three long angry bloodied gashes. Madja did her best to heal some of it but in the end had to stitch it up. The healer stayed monitoring for improvements or setbacks the first day. Nesta was by your bed side as you lay unmoving. Feyre was the only one allowed inside the room other than Madja. 

“Rhysand listen to me. We will be safe I promise. Go and help Elain watch after Nyx. I will be back down in just a couple of hours.” Feyre had said, finally coaxing the male out of the room. 

Standing right outside the room Rhysand had however once again tried to enter your mind but was met with the same inferno of flames and screams as before. His head throbbed like it had been burnt. He had sent Azriel in to see if maybe his shadows could pick up anything. Nesta had refused to let him inside the room. So as he stood in the hallway he sent the eager shadows slipping under the door towards your bed. They swept across the floors and walls hastily, desperately trying to reach your frozen form. But they had pulled back as soon as they touched your skin. Like they too had been burnt. Nesta had also scolded him for what he did.

“I told you to stay the fuck out of this room. That meant your shadows too. I don’t know what happened to them but that’s a mercy compared to what I would’ve done.” She had shouted at him in the doorway of the room after having flung the door open. Cassian, who had heard the commotion from inside their shared room not far from your own, wandered into the hall. 

“Az, just go to your room. I’ll talk to her.” He had to pull her back from jumping at his brother. The shawdowsinger rolled his eyes before roaming off to his room. She quickly steeled herself before shrugging Cassian off her and slipped back into the room. 

“Nesta, can you please come out here so we can talk?” The illyrian knew the likelihood of that was slim to none but still figured he’d ask. The only response was silence so he left her alone to go back to a lonely room. Sleeping in a bed without his mate had left him restless. He had been trying to understand what was going on with her but knew that prying wouldn’t get him anywhere. 

They were at a loss on how to get anything from you especially with Nesta protecting you like a guard dog. She stayed by you day and night. Sleeping in a chair next to your bed. She changed your bandages as Madja instructed. It was on the third day that things took an odd turn. Nesta had been reading you a book and eating the roast and potatoes the house had given her when she smelled something in the air. As she sniffed again she finally figured out what the smell was. It was something burning. 

Her eyes whipped around the room quickly seeing if the house had lit a candle or a fire in the hearth. But she found not a flame in sight. Her eyes then snapped to you. Laying on the bed perfectly still you had smoke radiating from your body. 

She quickly jumped into action, the house sending her buckets and buckets of ice as she poured them all over your body and the bed. As the smoke cleared she shouted for her sister in her head. Minutes that felt like hours passed before Feyre was in the room with her. She could hear Rhysand outside begging to be let in. But Feyre insisted they were safe. 

“Just let me in. Maybe I can help.” The High Lord pleaded from the other side of the door. He hated the thought of his mate, his high lady, the mother of his child being in a room with a stranger. He hadn’t wanted you in Velaris in the first place. But he knew he still owed Nesta for the life she helped bring into this world. He would never be able to fully thank her for Nyx. He also knew he could trust his mates' judgment. 

Feyre looked at her sister asking her silently if she could let him in but the cold look in Nesta’s eyes had her thinking better of it. So Feyre sent Rhysand to go and fetch Madja while the sisters talked. She asked the eldest sister what exactly happened but she didn’t have a good answer, just that there was smoke coming from your body. Once Madja arrived she gave you a thorough exam. Coming up empty as to why you were smoking.

“I’m so sorry, High Lady, I have never seen a case like this before. I haven’t an idea what to do about this other than the ice if it’s working.” She exclaimed hesitantly, staring at your body. You were proving to be one of the most peculiar cases she's ever seen.  

“That’s alright Madja, thank you so much for coming.” Feyre reassured the healer with a comforting smile adorning her features. 

On the fourth day Lucien arrived as a favor to the High Lady. Because who better to explain someone suddenly radiating smoke then a fire wielder themselves. Nesta let him in the room but watched him closely. Snarling through her teeth when his hand got too close to you. He backed up quickly before he finally spoke up. 

“She has fire coursing through her veins. It’s similar to the fire in mine yet different. It’s hard to explain. It’s almost like it’s fighting to keep something at bay.” The red haired emissary told the two sisters a hint of doubt in his voice. Nesta went to spit an insult his way but was met with a glare from Feyre. 

“Thank you for your help Lucien. We know more than we knew yesterday so that’s a good thing. Right Nesta?” The youngest sister spoke with authority in her voice as her glare sharpened upon looking at her sister. 

“Sure whatever now get the fuck out.” Was Nestas curt reply as she turned back to your bedside. He just shared a look with Feyre as she nodded at him, before quickly exiting the room. 

“Nesta there was no need to behave like that. He gave us information that we didn’t have. He helped us. I expect you to apologize next time you see him.” Feyre scolded her sister. 

“Are you ordering me as my High Lady or suggesting me as my sister?” Nesta spat out, wincing slightly at the tone of her voice. 

“I’m suggesting you give him a break as your sister.” Feyre softly spoke, a small seed of regret forming in her stomach. She hadn’t an idea why her sister was so attached to the female lying on the bed. But Nesta only ever cared for few so openly so she decided to stop pressuring her sister. 

The fifth day Madja returned and gave the all clear on bathing you as your skin had cooled. So with the help of Feyre they somehow carefully got your unconscious form into the large bath in the washroom. The warm water had a dark hue instantly from the dried blood and dirt caked onto your skin. Nesta was the one that bathed you. Noticing the scars littering your skin. She had worked the braids out of your hair and washed it. She noticed the way you had lost weight in the short time you’d been here. 

“We should probably throw these away. I grabbed a nightgown while you were bathing her.” One hard look at your leathers had them both coming to the same conclusion. They dressed you in the nightgown before placing you back on the cleaned bed. 

“Do you need anything else from me?” Feyre asked her sister as she placed a hand on the doorknob. She was desperate to get back home to Nyx and Rhysand but would wait if the oldest Archeron needed her to. 

“I’ll be okay. Thank you for helping me, Feyre.” Feyre nodded her head at Nesta’s reply before exiting the room. Nesta grabbed another book and started to read to you. 

The day you woke up had been going smoothly. Nesta had decided she wanted a change of scenery so she sat in the library. Gwyn and Emerie were with her, deciding that their friend needed them too much for them to wait for her to come to them. They had been respectful of her space but had been growing increasingly worried. 

“She helped me once.” Nesta broke the silence lingering in the library. The Valkyrie’s looked at her then each other waiting for her to continue. 

“It was years ago, we had been poor for a while at that point. Feyre had gotten a few coins for us to spend and I had wandered up town by myself. I desperately wanted out of the house. Away from the sadness of my father and the optimism of Elain. So I just sat there at the old dingy fountain for hours. It was when night began to fall that I started the walk back home.” Her voice shook as she spoke the words. Her fingers started to twist into her nightgown. 

“There were men waiting for me. I didn’t see them or hear them as they snuck up on me. They had grabbed me and were dragging me along. Speaking of doing awful things to me. I was fighting as best I could but they were so much stronger than I was. She was so quiet that if I hadn’t seen it for myself I wouldn’t have believed she was there.” At this point her hands were fists by her side, her tone becoming cold and empty. 

“She killed them all, quickly and efficiently. They were so drunk they didn’t even notice what was happening until the third lay dead in the dirt. The last two tried to run but she was quicker. She flipped the dagger she had in this weird show off kind of way after she slit the last throat.” A shiver ran through her as the scene flashed through her mind. The image of bloodied bodies laying across the dirty ground was something she had once been completely disgusted by. Now however she'd barely blink at the scene. 

“When she was done she turned to me. There was a fire in her eyes that I craved to have. I had never seen someone so angry yet so calm and calculated. But the angry fire turned into a playful ember when she looked at me.” She had sat down on one of the couches at this point. Gwyn beside her holding her hand. Emerie was across from them in a chair, wings spread out behind her a look of understanding in her eyes. 

“After I was done throwing up she led me back to her and her fathers cottage and fed me. Watched over me for a couple hours making sure I was fine enough to go home. She walked me back home that night.” A smile formed its way onto her face as the story started to come to a close. 

“I’d see her occasionally after that and she’d give me a warm smile. She was always clad in a tunic and trousers. She looked so out of place amongst the girls in dresses. It reminded me a lot of Feyre.” Gwyn and Emerie thought about what it would be like in a world where females didn’t often wear tunic and trousers. 

“We would talk every so often. She never asked for anything in return. When I saw her again in those woods I knew I had to help her. That this was my time to return the favor.” As her sentence finished they shot up from their seats. The walls of the house started to shake as a loud roar was heard from inside your room. They quickly moved towards your room, all eyes looking to the bed. But the bed was empty.

A/N: Not much of Azriel but he's coming in soon I promise. As always; likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

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[lyssasdrafts]

— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

005: “ boxing with no gloves. ”

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the inner circle had no faith in azriel 💀 they were all convinced you rejected him

y/n lied about having a bf on the spot and cassian (the himbo that he is 💔) just believed it

the inner circle was a little surprised and are still not sure about mor dating eris, they have a feeling she’s keeping something from them

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— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

002: “ i pinned your hands behind your back. ”

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“y/n,” an unfortunately familiar voice startles you.

your stomach drops as you look up to see eris standing over you, pulling himself a chair up to your table. he looks down at your order, a laté that you had requested with a cat design, and chuckles to himself about it. “pleasure to run into you here.”

“listen,” he starts to do that thing where he curls his lip when he talks to you, almost smirking. “i’m sorry about that last time.”

you try to avoid looking him in the eyes but he insists on staring right at you, sitting still without flinching. you look down at that same cup of coffee that he had just laughed at, knowing that he would probably make some comment on how it was childish of you.

“it’s fine… eris,” you say quietly. “i just really don’t understand why you keep making excuses.”

“what can i say,” he takes a sip of his own drink, a black coffee that he specifically requested without any milk, before resuming, “i’m a busy man.”

you’re distracted by a tap on your shoulder and turn around to see a taller man in the same barista uniform as lucien. he must’ve been new here, you think. you hadn’t recognized them having a new barista with that dark hair. if you met him anywhere else, you might’ve even thought he was intimidating with the way his gaze was aimed at eris.

“sorry to interrupt,” he says. “is he bothering you?”

the expression is completely lost from the ginger man’s face. “no,” eris says. “actually, i was just leaving.” he begins to push himself off the chair. he stops in his tracks though and turns around to face you again, “wait, y/n, do you know this guy?”

you look to the barista, who quietly nodded, this stranger giving you a look of approval. “yes…” you lie. “he’s my date. i told him to meet me here after his shift.”

you watch as eris’ mouth drops a little. “that’s… nice.” he says bluntly before leaving.

“i’m so sorry for that,” you groan as this new barista simply laughs a little.

“don’t worry about it,” he says. “you seemed really uncomfortable back there. and you’re a friend of lucien’s right? he mentioned something about you coming today.” you nod before he continues, “i actually just started here… so i guess i’m always willing to help any friend of my manager. i’m azriel, by the way.”

— NOTES

lucien being at the center of all the drama 😭 eris also ends up confronting him on why y/n was there

random but do you guys like “erizzed” as a username bc i thought it was kinda funny <3

i made my friend who hasn’t read acotar and has no context proof read this and she said she thought eris was hot until finding out he’s a ginger LMAO

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[lyssasdrafts]

— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

008: “ tells me this love is worth the fight. ”

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azriel is a princess treatment kind of guy 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

there’s an implied timeskip into a few weeks of y/n and azriel going on dates

eris always wanted to keep things “lowkey” and never wanted to post you or introduce you to his friends which is why you were surprised that azriel’s friends knew

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— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

006: “ this ultraviolet morning light. ”

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the coffee shop had suddenly looked way more inviting than the last time you’d been there. had they left the blinds open? it seemed way brighter than last time. or maybe it was just at the absence of eris.

more importantly, you see your childhood friend sitting quietly at a table in the corner, two takeaway coffees in her hand. feyre smiles when she sees you and motions for you to sit down with her.

“y/n! it’s been so long,” her voice is a relief to you and you’re grateful she doesn’t treat you any differently after seeing the dark circles under your eyes or how your demeanor changed.

you two make small talk about your families, personal lives, and school; it was nice seeing her again. while you weren’t as close with feyre as you were with her sisters, she had always been that one friend you could randomly meet up again and pick up where you left off. eventually, she cuts to it, “i heard about what happened with eris, are you alright?”

the question appalls you for a bit. you stare at spot on the wall behind her for a few moments before snapping out of it. “yeah… i’m alright,” you manage to push your lips into an insincere smile. feyre immediately doesn’t fall for it, taking your hand into hers from across the table.

“y/n, you and nesta are really alike,” she laughs. “all you guys want to do is hide your feelings from everyone. it’s okay to feel bad and it’s okay to be upset about it. you were there for me during that situation with my ex,” your face scrunches when you hear his name. “you even let me stay over until i figured things out. you’re okay with everyone depending on you, at least let some of us return it.”

“i…” your throat feels dry before you begin. “i just feel so embarrassed over what happened with eris. i know he was in the wrong but i feel so… stupid for believing it. i think i was caught up in this fantasy of still having a chance with my childhood crush… and he took advantage of that.”

feyre nods, “don’t blame yourself too much for it y/n. he’s been friends with us for so long now and our families have been through so much with each other. it must’ve felt like it had to work out with him or those years of friendship would’ve been ruined.”

you nod before making some joke about how delusional you were before both of you start laughing. you catch up for a few more minutes before feyre sighs happily, “this has been really fun y/n, i’m glad you’re feeling better. we should really come here more often, actually, another one of my friends started working here too.”

“same here,” you start, “actually, i think there might be someone else—”

you’re distracted by feyre waving at someone behind you. you see that same tall figure from last time coming closer to you. he stands at your table, fixating his gaze on you and quirking an eyebrow.

“azriel?” you look up at him from your seat.

“wait,” feyre blinks. “you two know each other?”

“it’s a long story,” you chuckle. feyre checks the time on her phone and pushes herself up.

“holy shit,” she grabs her bag, “i’m gonna be late for my next lecture. sorry to cut you off, y/n. it was great seeing you,” she hugs you and bids azriel goodbye before walking away hurriedly.

azriel slides into her seat. “so what now, are you stalking me?”

you cross your arms and stare right at him, “definitely not.”

“you should’ve told her i was your boyfriend too,” he laughs. “just like last time.”

you turn your head away, “last time was an emergency.” your expression softens before you continue, “but i am sorry for dragging you into that situation. i panicked in the moment.”

“it’s alright, i completely understand. that’s why i stepped in. something about this eris guy… he doesn’t feel right,” azriel mutters. “why don’t we just actually start seeing each other if we’re going to pretend we are?”

you remember what nesta had told you about needing to move on and the conversation you just had with feyre. what could go wrong? “okay then,” you smile. “i think you have my number anyways.”

— NOTES

you, feyre, and lucien have always had your own friend group within your families but it definitely became a little strained when feyre left tamlin, who was lucien’s friend at the time (not anymore tho 👀)

you were there for feyre when she went through everything with tamlin and wasn’t even in contact with her sisters

azriel saw you there at his work and went 🤨🤨🤨

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[lyssasdrafts]

— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

001: “ i blew things out of proportion. ”

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dark mode = azriel pov and light mode = reader pov

y/n and eris have been stuck in a “will they, won’t they?” situation for as long as everyone can remember

azriel started working at the exiles cafe as a barista!! the plot thickens 🤭

rhys is still RICH rich in this au so everyone just calls him their sugar daddy as a joke

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[lyssasdrafts]

— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

003: “ thought i had reason to attack. ”

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kinda filler chapter but this is important for later i swear 😭 this will tie into azriel being involved soon 👀

you and nesta can’t stand rhysand, you always joke that it’s because he “stole” feyre from you but it’s really because you’re all studying the same major and are very competitive

mor and y/n have always known of each other but never spoke so now they get a chance to become friends 🤭 also all the girls are whipped for mor and i can’t blame them

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— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

013: “ but it’s not what i meant. ”

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nessian are basically reader’s parents & took care of you 🫶

everyone was ready to fight eris that night 💀💀

you calling nesta and cass cringe = cass calling you and azriel cringe

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quickie with azriel at starfall or some party? rough, passionate mixed with a lil kinky

"fuck, you're so pretty."

his heart fluttered at your compliment, but his hips shown no sign of his flattered state. azriel's breathing was heavy, mixed with needy whines and little groans into your shoulder.

your dress was hiked up past your hips, where his hands held the the bulky fabric for you. every now and then he'd use them to pull you onto his cock, just ever so slightly. your leg was drapped around his torso, pushing him into you deeper with each thrust. usually, he'd scold you for doing such a thing, but tonight he was in no mood to follow his own rules.

"let me see these." he grumbled, gesturing to your clothed breasts.

the corset the you wore was horrifically tight, and undoubtedly brusied your rib cage but it didn't bother you however, knowing that you'd be healed within an hour or so.

he reached behind you, letting go of one side of the bunched up dress to loosen the strings of your corset, so he could effectivlely shove the fabric down to reveal your breasts.

and he did just that.

"absolutely gorgeous." he mumbled to himself at the sight of them.

you smiled sweetly at him, watching as he practically eye fucked your boobs. you always knew that he had a certain care for them, one that went both sexually and lovingly. during the nights, his head would rest against them, enjoying the extra comfort they provided. it was such an honor to wake up to a cheek pressed against the plush bosom, he claimed.

his mouth latched onto a nipple, suckling softly as his cock thrusted deep inside of you. the combined feelings had your body aching with desire— a desire for all of him. you could spend hours letting him lavish you, explore your body even though he already knew every nook and cranny.

"fuck— please don't stop." you gasped as his hips angled into your g-spot deliciously. "that feels so fucking amazing."

azriel had to stop himself from groaning out by the way your cunt hugged around him, and instead began to softly roll your nipple between his teeth. ever so gentle he was, careful not to cause you any harm.

your back arched at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as everything felt as if it was too much. you've both only have slipped away from the large crowd of starfall for five minuets now, but with the way he was fucking into you at such a fast pace and his mouth working wonders on your nipple, you couldn't help but feel a rather quick high aproaching.

he could feel it too, the way your already snug pussy turned even tighter around him. or the way your legs began to shake ever so slightly around his clothed torso.

the two of you were in such a hast to get inside of each other, that he only slipped his cock out of the top of his pants before slidding into you, eager to please his lady.

"gonna cum for me, baby. aren't you?" he teased, his mouth detaching from your breast. you nodded in reply, to scared that if you tried to speak, you'd end up moaning too loud and giving away both you and azriel's activities.

"just waiting for me to give you permission, huh?"

you nodded again, trying your best to hold as much in as you could. disobeying him was not in your plan for the night.

"cum for me, pretty girl. show daddy good he makes you feel."

[princess-tulip-writes]

Now you have to write something about losing V card to Azriel 🥵

“are you absolutely sure, y/n? you understand that there’s no rush to this at all, right?” azriel asked, his once lustful gaze now quickly replaced with hesitation as his cold brown eyes starred down at you.

you giggled a little out of nervousness, heat flooding to your cheeks at the feel of his attentive stare.

“no cute nickname this time, azie?” you teasingly asked, slightly stung that everything had gotten so.. tense within a short period of time.

all he was supposed to do was take your leggings off and slide himself inside of your fresh cunt, indulging in the way you felt. but instead, he stopped his wandering fingers at the waistband and quickly sat up from his position hovering over you.

“i’m sorry, my love, but this is serious. i don’t want to do something that you’ll soon regret with ti-“

“azriel, i promise you that there is absolutely no one else i would ever want to take my purity. you’re the best male out here for the…” you looked around his dark room thoughtfully, trying to think of the correct word for this peculiar situation. “job?”

he furrowed his dark brows at your answer, the questioning tone of your voice concerning him. his scarred hand caressed your knee before softly rubbing a small circle on the clothed area with a calloused thumb.

“you say this like you’re not entirely sure. please, take all of the time you need to think this decision through, sweetheart. it’s a big event to me and i don’t want you to just throw something so sacred out on the line because it ‘feels right’ in the moment.”

you held back a giddy smile at your mate’s response, his ever so polite personality shinning through the endless love he had for you. although loosing your virginity didn’t seem as important to you as it did him, you suddenly felt as though tonight should be special; if not for you, for him.

afterall, this would be the first time you two would have gotten intimate since the bond snapped a little over a very frustrating month ago. it had took every ounce of self restraint that azriel had to keep his illyrian urges to himself in order to charish your innocence and already, you’ve made the decision to allow him to take all of you so selflessly.

the trust you had in him in such short time made his cock and heart throb.

“azie, baby, i appreciate you being so sweet and loving, but i swear to you that i am one hundred percent sure that i want my first lover to be you.” you gently explained, the worried crease between his brows causing you to understand how much tenderness you needed to give him tonight— even if it was your first time.

there was absolutely no doubt that this male loved you now, and that from now and forever on he will do absolutely anything to protect you— even from himself. if you weren’t completely certain about tonight before, you were now.

his shadows began to wirl, darkness crawling from ever corner slowly as he momentarily lost grasp of reality at your reassuring words.

his mate, ever so kind and patient with his insecure nature.

how did he ever get so lucky?

the dark air faded quickly as he composed himself invisibly, your mind not yet understanding how his shadow magic worked.

“well,” he cleared his throat, his voice deep and silky. “if i’m going to be your first, i definitely should be your last, princess.”

you shuttered at his sudden tone change, a new desire unlocking inside of you and will never be caged again. from this day forward, he would be everything you consistently crave and more.

“there’s no possibility that you won’t be.” you quipped, your voice breathless and filled with undeniable want.

your mate smiled to himself, hesitantly accepting his luxurious fate.

you. you were going to be his for all eternity, and tonight would finalize all of the star’s wishes. the blissful moment that he slid into you, everything would align and you would become one.

forever.

the thought made his hunger for you finally break down his undefeated restraint, his possessive and rough illyrian instincts ruthlessly tearing his self built wall to shreds and overtaking his calm demeanor.

he was going to be gentle tonight, no amount of longing could ever win that battle against the all mighty shadowsinger, but he was going to be prideful and make sure that by the end of the night, you were his entirely, and he was yours.

he leaned down once more, guiding your knee to wrap around his broad torso until his breath was fanning your face, eyes aligned and looking deep into one another’s being.

“i’m glad we’re on the same page then.”