#drunk!Gwyn

[branmer]

there is nothing I enjoy more in a fantasy story than when a character has an encounter with something that is obviously off and supernatural but the entire time they are utterly oblivious because it doesn't fit with their world view so they just explain away all the weirdness

[thehighladywrites]

— “it’ll be our little secret, professor”

☀︎ - pairing: eris vanserra x reader

☀︎ - summary: you hook up with this delicious older man for one fun night to forget your scummy ex, what do you do when the same man turns out to be your new professor?

☀︎ - warnings: smut, oral (m.receiving), hint of degradation, taboo relationships, student x professor, both are obviously old enough, i just want him so bad GOD

☀︎ - amara’s note: this is going to be a series where i’ll post text threads with prof eris, headcanons, just different things. I’m planning this series to be about 10 chapters, but I literally have no structure, I just write. also i hope you like this as much as I do. and if you see any mistakes, no you don’t

In the corner of the club, everything felt a bit fuzzy. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and different scents. Dim lights created a soft atmosphere, and the distant sounds of the crowd and music blended together. It was like time slowed down, and you were in your own world, just soaking in the low-key vibe of the club corner.

The earlier shots hit you, and now you're in a blissful, relaxed state. All you could focus on were the hands exploring your body, lips locking with yours, and captivating scent surrounding you.

In the heat of the night, you ended up kissing a stranger without a second thought. The risk of being alone with someone unfamiliar did register – you just didn't care. Discovering your boyfriend's cheating after a difficult three-year relationship, marked by numerous breakups and makeups, left you feeling free from a toxic situation.

Now, free from those shackles, you embraced the chance to breathe and have some carefree fun. You had gone out with your friends, planning to originally get black out drunk but you suppose there’s better ways to cope.

Coming up with the idea of harmless fun, you and Elain came up with new identities for everyone to play out. Providing a random name, you spun a fat lie of being an up-and-coming writer, in the middle of writing your latest novel. Falsely claiming to be older, you described a beautiful house situated on the outskirts of Prythian that you owned. It was all part of a lighthearted game, with no harm intended since you believed you'd never cross paths with the guy again. It was ridiculously easy to bag the man since he didn’t tell you anything about himself, only nodding when you talked about yourself.

The attractive stranger had dark copper hair, captivating amber eyes, and stood several inches taller than you. His eyes glistened in mirth mixed with hunger. His muscular build caught your attention, and you found yourself grabbing onto his strong arms.

If his looks didn't captivate you, his mouth certainly did. His wicked tongue unleashed clever comebacks and tantalizing dirty talk that sent shivers down your spine.

The best part? He was older, more mature, more confident and much more good-looking – just so much more than your ex. Comparisons might be wrong, but if you had to choose, the man in front of you was a no-brainer.

Because he wasn't some guy; he was a man who acted like a man, who spoke like a man and touched you like a real fucking man.

The man had been touching and kissing you for what felt like an eternity. You greedily wanted more from him. You didn't want to regret not taking the chance, and almost as if he could sense it, he invited you back to his place.

You nodded, excusing yourself to let your friends know about leaving. Approaching them, you shared your decision to go with him, and Gwyn, Nesta, Em and Elain cheered you on. However, Feyre, always the protective friend, expressed her concern.

“Go get some, but I swear I’ll hunt him down if anything happens, got it? And have your location on.”

Her words, while somewhat playful, held a genuine undertone of worry.

You nodded and promised her you’d be safe before hurriedly made your way outside to the handsome man.

“Still want to come with me, sweet thing?” he asked curiously, making sure it was still something you wanted.

“Mm, yeah, still wanna go. Unless you've changed your mind?” Stepping forward, you grabbed the man's tie, pulling it gently as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. A playful glint clouded your gaze as you cocked your head to the side, oozing confidence.

He smirked down at you with a wicked glint, clearly showing his mind was nowhere near changed. The man stepped forward, rubbing his clothed cock against your dress, making you feel his hard on through his pants

“Does it feel like I’ve changed my mind?”

The chemistry you had was unmatched, he was so clever and witty and you wanted to know more about him as he led you to his car, a sleek, black one, indicating money.

You’d blame your forwardness on the alcohol tomorrow when you remembered how you just blurted out the question.

“Hey, you rich or something?” you giggled.

The man opened up the backseat door for you and through the side of his eye gave you an amused smirk.

“Or something.” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, grinning, as you hopped into the backseat, enjoying the warmth of his hands securing your seatbelt and closing the door.

But hold on, the backseat?

Weren't you supposed to sit upfront with him? Before you could ask, he opened the other backseat door and slid in beside you.

Maintaining eye contact, he grinned at your confusion and said, “Alden, please take us home.” A faint "yes sir" was heard, and the car started moving. Shocked, you realized he had a driver – clearly, he was quite wealthy.

You scanned the spacious car, realizing there was more than enough room for the fun activities on your mind. With a screen separating you from the driver, you unbuckled your seatbelt and moved closer, straddling his lap.

His hands instinctively found your hips, guiding your movements over him. Lips on your neck, he left dark marks as your hands ventured lower, reaching his cock, which elicited a groan from him. Your eyes widened as you felt the size of him. The man simply flashed you a subtle smile and raised his eyebrows.

You unbuckled his belt, maintaining eye contact as you carefully watched his face show pleasure as you put your hand down his pants and stroked him. You gave him a few lazy strokes, eventually shuffling off his lap and kneeling infront of him, ready to put your mouth to use.

Time became irrelevant and all that was heard were the sinful, obscene noises mixed with his hisses of pleasure as you sloppily bobbed your head up and down, swirling your tounge around the head, running your finger over the slit.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Could use this slutty little mouth forever.” he rasped, hips bucking as his hands went to your hair, slightly pulling on it as you let out a muffled whimper.

Pre cum and spit dripped down your chin, slowly making it’s way to your chest and floor as you pushed your head down further and further, feeling satisfied at his sounds of pleasure.

Once, twice, you grip on the shaft and slap the tip on your tongue before sucking on the sensitive head.

With a quick twitch of his cock, he cums, experiencing euphoria in his buzzed state. He gasps and moans pitifully as his lips twitch between his teeth and his hips buck into your mouth against his better judgement. You pump your hand at the base of his cock where you are unable to fit, swallowing as much of the hot, sticky ropes that coat your mouth as you can. As he pours into you, the walls of your pussy clench around nothing, so badly wishing your were sitting on the cock that was currently on your tongue.

His cum was everywhere - your hair, your face, your tits. He slumped against the seat and moved his eyes down back to you, catching you licking of the sticky residue of your fingers.

Before either of you have a chance to say something, the car slows down to a halt signaling that you’re probably at his place. He tucks himself into his pants and doesn’t buckle them before he opens the door and grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder as you laugh. Your mind forgets about the fact that you’re covered in his cum and just blanks when you take a look at his so called house, a mansion or a fucking estate is more like it.

The lengthy driveway opened up to a stunning front yard adorned with red and orange-leaved trees, an unusual scene for the end of summer. A well-lit, ornate fountain with three tiers stood proudly infront of the house, enhancing the beauty of the surroundings. The massive Victorian mansion, with its beautiful windows and overgrown vines stunned you.

He set you down and held your hand as he led you into his room, and it overmet your expectations. Instead of a dark, edgy space, it was spacious with earthy tones and bathed in soft ambient lighting. The room exuded comfort, making you wish to stay longer. His bed, adorned with a large fluffy comforter and a million pillows, looked inviting.

Various trinkets and figurines adorned the room, but what captured your attention was a massive bookcase showcasing your favorite books. Intrigued, you dropped his hand and made your way over. Your eyes widened at seeing a book from your wishlist, yet to be released. Confused, you asked how he had it, and he explained that Sellyn Drake was an old family friend and had gifted it to him.

You decided to tease him about the book, saying, “You know, I've heard great many things about this book. How about you tell me what it's about? I heard it had some... exciting scenes.”

His eyes met yours, and with a subtle smile, he stepped closer and closer, “How about I show you instead?” The air seemed to thicken with a hint of tension, leaving you curious and captivated by the possibilities that lingered in his suggestion.

——

Your legs trembled as you hastily stood up, determined to make your exit. Having been fucked stupid all night, dawn was approaching, and the new semester was starting tomorrow, leaving you with a load of preparations. You located your dress, bag, and heels, putting the clothes on carefully. Quietly, you ordered a cab to avoid startling the man still asleep. Before leaving, your eyes lingered on his bookshelf. Tiptoeing closer, you took the book you'd eyed the night before and read the teaser on the back. Glancing between him and the book, grabbed it, and silently left his room and house.

——

Feyre, Elain, Nesta, Gwyn and Em, your friends and roomates, practically pulled you across campus to grab your schedule and check out the new students filling the cafeteria. The buzz of excited chatter and the aroma of coffee and sweet pastries filled the air as you scanned the room. After a few moments, you parted ways, each heading to your respective classrooms, the anticipation of a new semester buzzing in the atmosphere.

You wandered through the literature building, searching for classroom LE4, the place where Advanced Literature with Professor Beron awaited. Memories of your first year with him being an absolute ass lingered, so you hoped he'd calmed down over the summer, giving everyone a fucking break.

You finally entered the huge lecture hall and climbed the stairs, opting for a seat at the back, hoping to fly under the radar in case Professor Beron was in a bad mood.

A few rows down, you spotted your ex, Ilias, with a new girl on his lap. His sleazy smile and wandering hands were more icky than anything ever. Reflecting on why you ever went back to him so many times, you turned around, focused on bringing out your notebook and computer from your bag. As the doors opened, the click-clack of quality shoes echoed through the hall, accompanied by girly giggles and voices creating a murmur in the background.

A jolt of surprise froze you, and your heart seemed to pause for a moment as his voice unexpectedly filled the room. All your previous movement ceased, and a sudden hush fell over the surroundings, creating an atmosphere charged with unexpected tension. The shock of hearing someone you hoped thought to see again made time momentarily stand still.

“Hello. I'm Professor Eris, and I'll be taking over this class. My father used to teach it but has passed away, so I'll be filling his shoes. I anticipate a productive year together. If you doubt your ability to keep up with the rapid pace of this advanced class, I suggest you leave now and spare yourself, as well as me, the trouble.”

Panicking, your eyes scanned the room for any possible escape route. There was just no fucking way you could be in this class when your professor had fucked you against his bookshelf, or when you had his dick shoved down your throat. Sinking in your seat, you desperately opened your computer, using it as a shield, praying he wouldn't notice you. The need to escape intensified, but the fear of drawing attention kept you frozen in your seat.

As dread crept in, he pulled out an attendance list. The sinking feeling deepened as he insisted everyone state why they chose the course. Hiding behind your computer, you debated revealing your presence or attempting to stay under the radar.

"Ilias Smith?"

"Emma Wilson?"

"Jess Lennox?"

"Amanda Gomez?"

Each one confidently declared "here" and delved into passionate remarks about Hemingway, Austen, Kerouac, all the authors that made them choose this course or whatever. Your hands started sweating as Professor Eris called your name. When you hesitated, he repeated it louder, his gaze scanning until it locked onto you.

Anticipating an intense reaction, all you saw was a slight narrowing of his eyes.

“Well? Are you here, Y/N L/N?”

You mumbled a faint "yeah," and when he asked why you were there, your words fumbled, “Uh, I suppose because I like books. A huge fan. Yes.”

Your classmates chuckled at your less-than-impressive answers, and you sunk back into your chair, just observing for the rest of the lecture. A few rows ahead, a group of girls giggled, thinking they were discreet as they whispered about Professor Eris. Their discussions about their fantasies sparked a tiny irritation within you.

Like who the hell gossips about someone, so crudely in broad daylight and during a lecture, especially when it's about a professor? It wasn't jealousy, no, no definitely not.

You just found it… super unsettling.

——

After two suffocating hours, you hastily packed your bag, eager to escape. But just as you were about to disappear, your name echoed in the room.

“Miss L/N, do you mind staying behind? There seems to be a problem with your email,” Professor Eris announced, leaning against his desk with his massive arms crossed. He bid the remaining students goodbye and waited until they all left before locking the doors.

The moment those doors clicked shut, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. The tension became so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

He turned back around and approached you, merely a few inches away, face a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“Hello there, little liar. I certainly didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your cheeks heated and nervousness filled you at the memory of the depraved moments you'd shared, causing your gaze to involuntarily drop to his chest and wander downward, reliving those sensations.

However any nervousness vanished as you remembered that he was the one who came to your university. If anyone should’ve been surprised it should’ve been you. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you toyed with the idea of making his year more challenging. Testing how good of a man he really was became a tempting game.

After all, a man like him wouldn't indulge a student, right?

This could turn into a fun little project to spice up an otherwise dull year.

Lifting your chin up, you looked him square in the eyes as your lips twitched in anticipation.

“I could say the same, Professor Eris. You definitely don’t seem like the lecturer type.”

His eyes narrowed at you, jaw clenching as his intense gaze bore into yours. The intensity made you shift a little, almost causing you to lose some of your confidence.

“Do you think you're funny? I believe you understand the situation here. You lied and now you're here of all places. As my student. Well, this is an unexpected twist. One of us will have to quit and report this,” he stated, injecting a hint of playfulness into his serious tone.

Wait, quit? No, you really didn't want him to leave. This could turn into such a nice little distraction, and there was no way you were losing it now. The thought of him leaving added a layer of urgency to the situation, making you quickly reassess the potential consequences.

“Come on, professor. It doesn't have to be like this. I won't tell anyone. And who says we have to stay away from each other? I mean, what the dean doesn't know won't hurt him, right?” you suggested, a sly smile playing on your lips as you flirted with the idea of bending the rules.

Eris looked you up and down before throwing his head back and letting out a hearty laugh. Your brows furrowed as you twisted your lips, wondering if he was laughing at you. Was he not taking you seriously? Despite the uncertainty, the desire to keep playing this game with him intensified.

Eris seemed to notice your mood turning sour and promptly clamped his lips shut.

“I promise, sweet thing, I'm not laughing at you. I’m just amazed at your boldness.” he assured you with a more serious tone, attempting to dispel any misunderstanding.

“Promise?”

He stepped forward, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

You both knew that under no circumstances should you be doing this. If anyone caught you, there would be hell to pay. Expulsion and blacklisting from any other Ivy League universities for you, and definitely prison or some sort of pesky law thingy for him.

Yet the mere thought of engaging in something so wrong and secretive made your stomach flip, a mix of thrill and anxiety churning within you.

Looking up through your lashes, you blushed, a deep crimson hue spreading across your cheeks as you once again grabbed his tie and pulled him closer.

“I promise I won't tell anyone, professor. It'll be our little secret,”you whispered, the words laden with a taboo excitement that sent a shiver down your spine.

A wicked gleam flashed in Eris's eyes, and a subtle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Well then, miss L/N,”he whispered, his voice low and conspiratorial. “Let's see just how well we can keep our little secret.”

[likeiwishiknew]

Gwyn, drunk: I love you.

Azriel: How many people have you said that to?

Gwyn: Everyone

Azriel: Everyone?

Gwyn, giggling: Yes, I've been telling everyone that I love you.

[velidewrites]

Gwyn: What’s the worst decision you’ve made while drunk? Azriel: I don’t mean to brag but I don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions

[daevastanner]

A Gwynriel Pam and Jim inspired Oneshot

Are You Free?

Read on Ao3

A snippet:

Gwyn could feel the weighty gaze of Emerie and Nesta upon her as she sipped her wine. In truth she wasn’t thirsty and she’d drunk much more than intended, but she needed a break from answering their incessant questions. Her mouth being full wouldn’t stop them.

“Are you alright?” Emerie pressed, uncorking a third bottle of wine.

No, Gwyn thought, swallowing. 

Instead she shrugged her shoulders. “I will be.” 

Nesta leaned forward from where she sat cross-legged beside Emerie on the plush rug, placing a gentle hand on Gwyn’s knee. “What can we do?”

Gwyn smiled wryly, reaching for the bottle of wine Emerie had opened. She poured herself another hearty glass. “Continue to drink with me.” 

Nesta frowned, withdrawing her hand and turning her gaze to the private library’s roaring hearth. “Are you angry with Elain?” 

Gwyn shook her head. “No, no. She’s an innocent third party. She’s done nothing to warrant my anger.” 

“Then you’re angry with Azriel,” Emerie said, raising her brows.

Nesta’s head snapped back in Gwyn’s direction. It was the priestess’s turn to avert her gaze. She let her eyes scan the books on the shelves while she sifted through her mind on how best to reply. Was there any reason to really be angry with Azriel? If anything he should be angry with her. 

She’d waited until the eve of his moving to the Day Court with Elain to tell him about the bond and her feelings. He’d given her his answer to both facts. What was there to be angry about? 

‘I… The bond makes no difference,’ Azriel said, his expression unreadable. ‘Gwyn… I’m moving with Elain tomorrow.’

‘I know,’ Gwyn replied. ‘I just didn’t want to leave it unsaid. You deserve… You deserve the truth, Shadowsinger. That’s all.’

He’d called training off the next moment. Leaving the ring with a stilted goodbye.

“I’m not mad at Azriel. If anything, both he and Elain should be angry at me,” Gwyn murmured, finally looking back at her sisters. “I told him the truth with the intent of seeing if it would disrupt their plans.” She winced at Nesta. “Are you angry with me? She’s your sister–”

“You’re my sister too,” Nesta said sternly, her lips a flat line. “And I’ve made no secret of my ambivalence for that… relationship.” 

Emerie’s face twisted. “They make a pretty pair, that’s true but there’s no… flavor.”

Nesta nodded. “They’re nice together, but he just–” she cut off, appearing to gather herself. She fixed her attention upon Gwyn. “He comes alive with you.”

Heat rushed to the priestess’s cheeks. “I’m told Elain makes him laugh.”

“You make him laugh!” Emerie insisted. “And you make him tell jokes and tease and–”

“--And be himself,” finished Nesta. 

Gwyn felt her throat tighten as a million memories came to mind. 

Read the rest on Ao3

[lovemyromance]

The thing is, if SJM gets super drunk and impulsively decides to make Gwyn & Azriel mates, she's going to have to do a whole lotta maneuvering and flat out retconning to explain why, even after meeting Gwyn in Sangravah 2 years ago:

Azriel still did not check up on his "mate" after she went through extreme trauma

Azriel left his mate for Mor to take care of while he went after Hybern's men

Azriel did a heroic rescue of Elain

Azriel is tormented by the scent of the Elucien mating bond

Nesta knows that the Elucien mating bond torments Azriel

Azriel buys Elain a gift for solstice

Azriel is ready to beg on his knees for a taste of Elain

Azriel has lost sleep for over a year thinking about Elain

Azriel gave Elain TT

Azriel wants to immediately go against Rhys when he is ordered away from Elain

Azriel's shadows are ready to strike in defense of Elain

Azriel sits with Elain in the garden - Rhys, Cassian, Lucien, Feyre, and even Nesta don't do that.

Azriel refuses to spy on Lucien

These aren't even ALL the things SJM will have to explain if she decides to make Gwynriel a thing.

Face the facts. If they were mates, azriel wouldn't have been interested in any other woman after he saw Gwyn years ago. He would've moved on from Mor for Gwyn. He would never have gotten close with Elain.

It just. Doesn't. Make. Sense.

And the fact that people are trying to slice and dice words and cherry pick out of context sentences and assign them far more meaning than SJM probably intended.... says enough about how desperate the GAs are.

[shadowqueenjude]

A century after ACOTAR, and Tamlin is depressed. Everyone seems to have a cunty redhead for a mate! Elain has Lucien, Nesta has Eris (in my delulu), Gwyn has Azriel, Helion has Mamaserra. Hell, even Jurian, a human, got matched up with a cunty redhead in Vassa. Where is Tamlin’s mate? Maybe if he changes his hair color to red, he’ll also find a mate!

So Tamlin shapeshifts his hair to look red and waits. One day, this handsome Illyrian stumbles upon his yard, clearly drunk and wearing a garland of flowers. Tamlin takes one look at him and realized he’s his mate.

“What’s your name?” Tamlin asks the male.

“I’m Nyx Archeron,” he says.

Are you fucking serious? The Mother loves playing tricks on him.

No way would Tamlin entertain another Archeron.

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Nesta: We have a situation

Azriel: What kind of situation?

Nesta: Our mates are drunk

Azriel:

Azriel: . . . Fuck

Cassian & Gwyn:

[vanserrasswife]

Labyrinth

Nesta x Reader

Summary: You have feelings for Nesta that she doesn't return to you. Loosely based on the song labyrinth by taylor swift.

A/N: i don't know what overcame me when i wrote this. this was not spell or grammar checked so just ignore any mistakes. Enjoy. :) <3

Nesta walks into your room with a smile on her face, a sight you had expected to have to force out of her tonight. “They came to training today.” She throws herself down on your bed stretching her muscles before rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. “A priestess came to training today.” You smile back at her, “That’s amazing, nesta seriously.”  

Nesta nods before telling you about how the rest of training was today, about someone new she had met, about all of the exercises cassian had made her do today. “Are you not sore after doing all of that?” You ask, stretching out your arms and legs as if you could feel the imaginary pain. She chuckles, “It doesn’t hurt as bad now, Cassian hasn’t pushed that hard lately.” You nod, the mood soured at the mention of Cassian, one of your closest friends but also the current apple of Nesta’s eye. 

Your friend keeps talking as you try to focus on your book, attempting to stop admiring her. She’s your friend, not your girlfriend you chant over and over in your head. “You, ok?” You meet her eyes, icy blue but utterly beautiful, the prettiest shade of blue you had ever seen. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

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You walk into Rita’s a smile on your face, tonight you would confess to Nesta. Confess to her the feelings that had gnawed at you from the moment you had met her. Nesta and the rest of your friends had decided to go to Rita’s to relax and have some fun. You spot Azriel first and then Mor and Rhys and Feyre cuddled together in the corner. No nesta and no cassian yet.

You sit yourself on the edge of the booth next to Azriel and force a smile as you greet the rest of your friends. Even the valkyries are here,  Gwyn and Emerie are both stood at the bar talking to another female. Still, Nesta doesn’t seem to be here, theres no sign of her drink on the table. 

You listen to Rhys tell a story to Feyre of a time you were all here before her and her sisters had got here. Before you had become enthralled by the eldest Archeron sister. You turn to Azriel asking where Nesta and Cassian are, the shadowsinger turns to you, offering you a sad smile. He had picked up on your little crush on Nesta quite early on, often offering you a person to confide in or to seek advice from. “You just missed them, they left just before you got here.” 

“Oh. I guess I’ll just see them tomorrow then.” You force a smile, laughing through gritted teeth when the two valkyries come over and start telling you a story from their training this morning. About how Nesta has finally mastered a move she had been struggling with and how cute it was when Cassian had hugged her and congratulated her afterwards. 

You drink down another drink, attempting to forget about your crushand  earning a few concerned glances from your friends before Azriel grabs your arm, “I’m taking you home.” You smile, giggling as you wave goodbye to your friends and grab onto Azriel as he starts flying you home. 

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The house of wind is quiet when you and Azriel land on the balcony, “They must be sleeping.” Azriel mutters before holding the door open for you and following after you through the house. Stopping in the kitchen when you stop, laughing as you try to justify getting hungry when you get drunk.

.A groan sounds through the house, followed by a quick shh before silence. You and Azriel look at eachother dumbfounded, “It’s just the ghosts shadowsinger.” You joke and Azriel smiles leading you out of the kitchen muttering about how you will have a horrible headache in the morning. You’re about to answer, something sarcastic when there is another groan and you both turn to look at the couch. At Nesta and Cassian, Nesta on top of him. Cassian shirtless. Both red, either from embarrassment or their previous activities. 

Nesta and Cassian are together. You chuckle, “I guess they’re not sleeping then.” You laugh, hoping the dark hides the silver lining your eyes. It was just a stupid crush anyways, she wouldn’t have wanted to be with you anyways. Why would she pick you over Cassian? They’ll be good for eachother. “Come on Az, lets leave them too it.” Azriel looks at you, pitifully not making any effort to move as you walk away whether he’s following or not. You didn't need his pity, this was a good thing. Now you could get over her. You could forget about her. Move on to someone new, something that had a chance of going somewhere.

The house seems to fall silent as you walk away, the only sound your footsteps against the wooden floors as you quickly walk up the stairs and into your room. Throwing yourself head first into your bed, pulling a pillow over your head. It’s better this comes out now anyways, there's no point hoping for something that won’t happen anyways.

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Reginald who? (ER) - A Gwynriel One-Shot for Gwynrielweeks2024

thread: Gwyn finds a way for Azriel to let go of his gentle bedside manner by comparing him to her favorite male book character – slightly drunk Azriel cannot let that slide and a challenge ensures.

Post for the NSFW day ;) @gwynrielweeksofficial

word count: 5.1k

warnings: swearing, crude language, oral (f receiving), cum play, anal play, p in v sex

Reginald growled with pleasure as he beheld the stunning beauty that was Jasmine. He itched to explore every inch of her, his hands already reaching out to skim over her abdomen and her breasts.

After what felt like three hundred years, the book finally got to the good part. Gwyn giggled to herself, sinking deeper into the cushions and preparing for what was about to come. Or rather, who was about to come.

He laid her down with reverence, observing how her chest heaved with excitement. There was only one place he wanted to be right now, and that was between her supple thighs.

Gwyn read on with wide eyes, wishing for Azriel to be near with each line passing. The male main character was so smooth, so absolutely devoted to his Jasmine it was swoon worthy. And the priestess would lie if she said his words and actions didn’t have another effect on her. She shifted in her seat, trying to get some of the pressure off as she continued devouring page after page. If this author did one thing right, it was her attention to detail.

Reginald wasn’t done with her just yet, bending his head another time to gently lap at her, cleaning her arousal with his tongue and moaning like he tasted liquid ambrosia.

Her daydream was rudely and suddenly interrupted by a loud bang, and Gwyn’s well-deserved one-on-one time with Reginald came to a stuttering end.

She jumped out of bed, more than ready to fight or run, whatever seemed like the smartest thing to do, but as she was halfway across the room, the banging was accompanied by shouting – and with a breathy laugh, Gwyn relaxed.

“Ehhhhh”, that seemed to be Cassian’s rough voice echoing off the hall, “Ladies, we’re hoooooome!”

Another bang sounded suspiciously like the vase next to the staircase shattered into a million pieces, followed by colorful swearing. This time from another voice. Were they drunk?

“Really subtle, Cass. I think they heard us anyways.”, Azriel deadpanned. He sounded pretty normal, enunciating his words carefully. Maybe a bit too carefully.

Cassian laughed, a booming sound that might have woken up the priestesses in the library too. “True. And if they went to Rita’s with US, like we ASKED them to, they could be in on the FUN now.”

He then began singing.

Yes, definitely drunk.

Honestly, it wasn’t completely off tune and had a kind of charm to it. Azriel’s laughter told another story though, and Gwyn could only guess Cassian’s performance got enhanced through some dance moves.

“Boys!”

And that would be Nesta. Gwyn snickered to herself, letting her book come to rest on the bed again before finding the bathroom. Let Nesta deal with them. When the boys did something stupid, Gwyn would usually cave as soon as they gave her the puppy eyes. That strategy was lost with her best friend, though, and as Gwyn closed the bathroom door, she could already make out Nesta ripping into them.

The priestess the proceeded to complete her evening routine, using the toilet, washing her face, teeth and applying a generous amount of moisturizer. Training every morning in the crisp, cold autumn air left her skin dry as a desert, so she took extra care of it at night. Her river nymph heritage didn’t help the situation either as it demanded constant maintenance.

Once she was all done, skin gleaming with product, she returned to the bedroom.

“So that’s what you get up to when I’m not at home to supervise.”

Sprawled on her bed, with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, was her beloved. Only that he was not so beloved anymore as he skimmed through her book and snickered to himself.

“Azriel!”, she gasped, lunging forward in order to snatch the book away from him. But the bastard was quicker, sitting up and putting the bed between them. His eyes never strayed from the lines as he read and read.

“What kind of name is Reginald? And how many pages can this person fill with just giving head?”, he murmured, even his shadows peeking over his shoulder to get a good look.

Gwyn’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment at his crass words. Why were romance novels completely acceptable when you read them alone, yet as soon as another person asked you about it they became a criminal offence?

She rounded the bed, trying again to grab the book, but he simply lifted it over his head. The priestess was seething.

“Azriel Shadowsinger, you give me back my book this instant!”, with her hands put on her hips, she craned her neck to look up at him, trying her best to be intimidating. ‘Looking down her nose at someone’ just like the main character of the last book she read, however that was possible. But she gave it her best shot nonetheless.

Azriel cupped her cheek with his unoccupied hand, his face now relaxed. “Gwyneth, stop it. You are too cute.”

She wanted to wipe that indulgent smile off his face desperately.

So, with her best acting, she made her eyes focus on the candle behind Az, gasping in horror and pointing. It might not have worked on him most days but his slightly delayed reaction spoke volumes about how much he really had to drink. He whipped around to the invisible threat, and as soon as his hand was within reach, Gwyn snagged the book with a triumphant laugh.

She quickly leaped away from him, pressing the book against her chest protectively.

Azriel just chuckled to himself. “Please don’t tell Cassian about that. Or anyone, really.” His eyes found hers through the dim light, slowly trailing over her face, hair and exposed legs. “You got me, Berdara.”

With only a few measured steps, he stood before her. Gwyn tightened her grip on the book just in case, but Azriel seemed to have lost interest in that. Instead, his fingers gently traced her jawline and lips.

“I’ve missed you.”, he murmured, his other hand coming to squeeze her waist. Gwyn’s breath hitched as she beheld the hunger in his gaze, the slow smile he showed her. He looked so handsome tonight with his midnight black tunic that he rolled up at the sleeves, putting his tattoos on show.

Gwyn should have been jealous that the whole of Velaris got to see him like this tonight. That he likely had to turn down a lot of invitations to peoples’ beds. But the way he looked at her made her think he didn’t care about that at all. Like he only really needed on female by his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go out with you.”, she said softly, swallowing down the guilt at not yet being able to cope with the masses of people a night club usually held, “But I take it you had a good time nonetheless?”

Azriel snorted, his hand now slowly exploring her neck and collarbones. “It was good, yes. You’d have enjoyed the music, I think. But it got quite crammed towards the end.”

He placed a soft kiss to her neck, pulling her even closer so she had to let go of the book and throw it on the armchair. Azriel didn’t really seem to care for their conversation right now, his lips not deviating from their mission to make Gwyn squirm.

She was already so riled up from that damned book, it didn’t take long for Azriel’s ministrations to elicit a soft moan. The Shadowsinger soaked up the noise, letting his lips finally find hers. The kiss was gentle, yet it promised something more. Gwyn could taste the bourbon on his tongue as it caressed hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Azriel’s muscular frame began to crowd her, forcing her to walk back a few steps, until her back met the wall. His kiss changed as soon as he had her caged in, completely at his mercy. It got more demanding, deeper, his hands now both running up and down her sides and disheveling her pajamas until he found a piece of bare skin he could claim for himself.

This was different than before. Usually Azriel was slower, more gentle as they made love, and Gwyn had argued with herself for some time now how to best ask him to… well, just fuck her. Because Cauldron boil her, that’s what she wanted.

And apparently, that’s what she was getting tonight. She could feel herself getting wet for him as he pressed his own arousal to her hip, showing her exactly what this situation did to him too.

“Az”, she whispered in a plea as he let go of her mouth, instead pushing up her top and bending down to welcome every inch of skin revealed with open-mouthed kisses. She’d never get used to it, being naked in front of him and feeling his lips on usually hidden areas. It made her spine tingle with excitement.

“Mh?”, he looked up for a second, his eyes wild with barely reigned-in arousal. “Sorry, should I slow down?”

Gwyn let out a stuttering breath, her hands finding his inky black hair to run through. “No, this is perfect. This is what I want.” A little pull on his roots drove the point home, hopefully.

The Shadowsinger growled – actually growled – and continued his assault on her stomach and waist, squeezing her tighter. She’d never seen him so lost in the moment, not constantly fighting for control over himself. And it made her own heart beat faster in her chest at the thrill of experiencing this side of him tonight.

Azriel huffed out a frustrated breath though at his awkward position. “Change of scenery.”

He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up the armory instead in one quick movement, his face now level with her neck. “Better.”

Was it normal to be excited about how easily he did that, how simple it must be for him to bend her to his will?

It didn’t take long for her top to be discarded on the floor after that, her own hands helping just as much as his shadows, allowing Azriel’s hands and mouth to hone in all their attention on her breasts. He kissed, suckled and licked every bit of her, paying special tribute to her nipples and the underside of her chest. Gwyn was reduced to a moaning mess, withering beneath the heat of his mouth and trying to press her center against his stomach.

“Don’t be so fucking impatient.”, he chuckled, pinning her hips to a frustrating stop, “Jasmine took everything in stride. Not once did I read about her trying to take control.”

Gwyn glowered at him. “That’s because Reginald actually saw to her needs the minute they arose.”

The Shadowsinger stilled at her words, slowly looking up at her. “Are you saying I don’t see to your needs, priestess?”

“I’m saying that you shouldn’t assume you know everything about me and my body and what I need.” The moment the words left her, she found herself regretting them. Because really, it was unfair. Azriel did know her body like his own, and did bring her the most mind-shattering orgasms. But a little voice inside her urged her on, hoping to rile him enough to completely relinquish his gentle manners. Plus, it was fun. “Because you clearly don’t.”

Azriel smiled at her accusation in a way that did absolutely nothing to calm her down. In fact, it promised retribution.

“I don’t?”

Gwyn tried to summon some bravado. “You don’t. You’re okay, you know the basics, sure. One would hope you do after 500 years of living.”

Azriel’s eyebrows rose with every lie uttered, a manic gleam in his eyes. Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble. Her center throbbed with the certainty of that. Mother, she wanted him so badly.

But her Shadowsinger stepped back and made to grab her discarded book, leaving Gwyn shivering on the armory and covering her breasts with her arms. “How about a challenge, then?”

Gwyn stared at him with doe eyes, unsure where he’d take this.

“Looks like dear Reginald managed to make her cum”, he paused, skimming the pages again, “twice with his mouth, and once more on his cock. I’d say he knows how to please her, wouldn’t you?”

Gwyn nodded, taking in the force of nature that was Azriel. He exuded confidence as he stood there in the center of the room, his eyes drilling into hers like he might die if he can’t look at her.

“So all I need to do for you to take your uncalled for and plainly false words back is”, he stepped towards her again, his mouth whispering the challenge – the promise it held – into her ear, “prove I’m better.”

Gwyn was unwell. And it clearly showed, because Azriel already held himself like he’d won. Like he’d made her cum with just his words alone. But she also knew on thing: it wasn’t easy for her to finish. Especially not with just penetration.

“I accept the challenge. And I look forward to proving you wrong.”, she whispered back.

Azriel’s hands rose to grab hers, gently pulling them away from her chest and making them meet at the small of her back where he held them hostage. “I want to add two conditions to this. First, you can’t hold yourself back. When you feel like you need to cum, you will cum. If my shadows detect you didn’t adhere to this rule, I’ll make you pay.”

Gwyn swallowed, her mouth dry with need. She’d never heard him talk like this. But she nodded to accept his first condition. Never would she deprive herself of an orgasm just to spite him. Especially right now.

“Secondly, you will not touch me unless I explicitly allow it. I’ll need to concentrate, and I can’t very well do that with your little hand wrapped around my cock.”, Azriel gave her a stern look that had her melting and nodding her head in acceptance again.

“You can’t use your Shadows either.”, the priestess was proud she found the clarity of mind to demand this little ad-on, “Reginald didn’t have them. Only his very own skill.”

Azriel puffed out his chest. “Of course not. I’ll win this fair and square.”

Silence expanded between them and the dark room as their stared at each other in defiance. And a whole lot of infatuation. Because there was never a moment Gwyn felt more desire towards this male.

“It’s on?”, Azriel asked, looking ready to pounce.

“It’s on.”, she replied.

The word barely left her mouth before his own claimed it with a roughness that took Gwyn’s breath away. He pressed her back to the wall, spreading her legs even further to accommodate his hips and wings.  

Something told her she was about to experience what it was like to be at the mercy of an unleashed Shadowsinger. And that something was his hand, finding her throat in a grip firm enough for her to moan out her approval.

“Still”, he ground out. The space between them widened again as he stepped back to pull her shorts off her body.

When they were discarded, he took his sweet-ass time to run his eyes over her nude form. Gwyn tired her best to adhere to his command of staying put, but having the undivided attention of Azriel on her made that quite hard. Especially when his gaze snagged on her exposed center and lingered. Like he planned all the things he was about to do to her to the smallest detail.

His own hands travelled up his body and began unbuttoning his tunic, revealing inch after inch of first tattooed, then bronze skin. Gwyn strained, her whole body on overdrive. She wanted nothing more than to lunge forward, feel all of him pressed against her. But she also wanted to win.

Azriel carelessly discarded his tunic, his mirthful eyes telling her he knew exactly what his little strip show did to her. “Are you wet for me already, love?”

Hearing the low timbre of his voice felt like almost like touch in itself. Gwyn arched her back slightly. “Yes.”

“Good.”, he sank to his knees before her, his head now perfectly in line with her throbbing center, “because I’m fucking starving for you.”

Gwyn gasped as she felt the first lick of his tongue against her. Her eyes closed against her will in nothing but self-preservation. Seeing him lick her would be the death of her, she knew. And she was about to relish in his attention for as long as possible.

Azriel knew he was good with his tongue and it showed. It danced along her slit with perfect pressure, honing in on her clit and circling the tiny bud of nerves in a maddening rhythm.

“Fuck”, he growled out, pressing a harsh kiss to her opening, “I’m addicted to this. I thought about it the whole night, about you underneath me.” 

The priestess gasped and moaned as his tongue once again thought of better things to do than drive her crazy with his words. She liked the idea of Azriel pining for her, his thoughts thoroughly occupied so none other could take them up. Feelings of power and love flooded her veins and joined the pleasure he was already giving her.

Gwyn was wet beyond measure now, her juices coating her inner thighs and running down on the armory. She was certainly losing the challenge abysmally if he continued like that, but was it really losing if it made her feel like this?

Azriel’s fingers moved to join his tongue, rubbing up and down her wetness to then plunge into her. Gwyn moaned at the feel of them, the roughness of his scars providing ample friction as he pumped them in and out of her while his tongue remained firmly on her clit.

Despite her best efforts to draw this out, she felt her orgasm build ferociously.

“Watch.”, Azriel ground out so close against her still that she felt the warmth of his breath, “watch yourself cum on my tongue.”

And Gwyn did. With her eyes trained on his face, she watched as he doubled his efforts. And the sight of this powerful, gorgeous male before her, that was so thoroughly hers he was engrained into her very heart, made her shatter.

The priestess came with a shout and a plethora of flexed muscles. Azriel did his best to draw it out, continuing his fingering and licking at a more relaxed pace until Gwyn collapsed in on herself.

When she regained her senses, her eyes fell on the Shadowsinger now standing at full height again. He leaned forward, his arms propped up on either side of her thighs, a smug smile on his wet face. “Why don’t you count for us, sweetness? We can’t lose sight of the challenge now, can we?”

Gwyn nodded, her lust dampened to a manageable level again. She conceded this point way too quickly, even though it was worth it. “One.”

She silently made a pact with herself. The male needed to work for it, otherwise his ego might expand to the heavens. In fact, Azriel already looked about ready to burst with arrogance.

He stepped forward to give her a lingering kiss, his tongue caressing hers and sharing her essence with her. Gwyn itched to touch him, if only his shoulders or chest or hair or anything. But he didn’t allow it yet, and begging was so beneath her.

Azriel scooped her up carefully, walking towards the bed and laying her down on the covers. But instead of widening her thighs, her grabbed hold of her ankles and lifted them in the air, leaving her center and ass in full view again.

“Hold that for me, love.”, he said as he knelt on the bed as well. Gwyn grabbed the inside of her knees and pulled them towards her chest, mentally preparing to not come within five minutes.

“Like that. Good girl.”, he murmured almost absentmindedly, focusing on her center yet again while Gwyn’s resolve took it’s first hit. Why was he so talkative all of a sudden and why did she want to cum just to hear him call her ‘good’ again?

A kiss to her thigh quickly shut down her inner monologue. By the third kiss, her mind was putty again. The fifth landed just an inch short of where she wanted it. Then, the bastard repeated the teasing process on the other side once more. Her breathing quickened again.

“Do you know what tastes even better than your arousal?”, he asked, suspended right above her clit. His lips grazed it with every word, and Gwyn jumped in anticipation. She didn’t even register him asking a question until he pinched her butt impatiently.

“No, I don’t.”, she breathed out. She couldn’t think even if she wanted to.

“Guess.”

That bloody bastard.

“Cupcakes?”, she tried weakly. It was simply the only thing she could come up with.

Gwyn felt his laugh hit her center, but nothing else followed. “No, that’s not it. In fact, cupcakes are further down the list. Guess again.”

“Azriel, please.”

Apparently, she was not above begging. And it paid off. His finger began circling her clit tightly, hitting it with just the lowest of pressures but almost continually. A slow kind of torture as he still waited for her to take another guess.

“I don’t know. Ice cream.”, the priestess panted, absolutely over this game.

“Wrong again.”, Azriel said in a conversational tone, almost like he wasn’t face to face with her dripping pussy and keeping her clit hostage underneath his finger. “But I realize now you’re at a disadvantage. I don’t think you’ve ever tasted it before.”

And with that, two of his fingers sank deeply into her with the most delicious friction and a borderline embarrassing squelch of wetness. He crawled up her body then and held out his fingers to her lips.

Gwyn stared at him wide-eyed, very much unsure of what to do. She read about this once, and honestly thought it too kinky to be real. But as she took in her Shadowsinger who watched her with the expression of a man possessed, she realized it wasn’t weird at all. At least not if it pleased him.

Tentatively, still waiting for him to stop her if that wasn’t what he meant, she raised her head and took his fingers in-between her lips. He didn’t stop her. If it was possible, his eyes turned even more mad as they darted between her eyes and mouth. “That’s it, love.”

Gwyn closed her lips around his fingers and began to suck lightly while drawing back. A tangy-sweet taste filled her mouth and she didn’t know who released a more strained moan between them. Her tongue darted out to tease the slit his fingers formed, lapping up even more of herself and Azriel ground his erection against her in a movement that seemed almost involuntary.

She honestly didn’t care for the taste, but it was better than she anticipated and seemed to drive him out of his mind. So, she took the opportunity. A distracted Azriel was a sloppy Azriel.

The priestess barely contained her smirk as she went to town on his fingers, moving up and down like she would on his cock and using her tongue to gently caress the ridges of his skin. Azriel didn’t stop her. In fact, he looked like he was put under a spell, only his hips moving against her center and finally giving her a bit more friction.

Suddenly, Az yanked his fingers back, narrowing his eyes at her. She could feel his reprimand coming, but beat him to it. “Don’t you dare. You allowed it. If not to say ‘demanded’.”

He stared at her a while longer, before conceding the point. “Fine. But then I’m not to blame for this.”

Gwyn was about to ask what ‘this’ meant, but Azriel slid down her body again, disappearing from view behind her legs. Her lower lips were spread, her overstimulated and puffy center back in view, and Azriel dove right in.

This time, nothing about his movements felt calculated. He simply lapped up every ounce of liquid that dripped out of her, wanting to be in multiple spots at once. Azriel moaned in abandon, almost as wildly as Gwyn herself, plunging his tongue into her and drinking directly from the source. His nose and stubble grazed her simultaneously as he licked her walls like he owned them.

“Azriel”, the priestess moaned out his name, fighting hard to not move her hips in time with his licks. She felt like she was floating on pleasure.

The Shadowsinger let up from her entrance, his fingers taking up a slow and torturous caress up and down her slit. Gwyn was about to wonder why he didn’t use his tongue anymore when she felt it again – lower.

Every thought of shame or panic left her though, as his tongue circled her puckered hole tentatively first, then with more rigor when she didn’t object.

They had talked about this before at some point as the topic came up in one of her novels as well. And she expressed her general interest in it, not really sure how it would feel. She’d have asked him to do this earlier if she’d known.

Her muscles twitched with all their might. The pleasure he wrung from her clit was somehow amplified by the delicate skin around her bottom and Azriel’s mouth licking and kissing around it, focusing on the thin piece of skin that separated her pussy from it once in a while.

If the feeling of it didn’t drive her insane enough, the fact that Azriel seemed to take so much pleasure in it too took her over the edge. He never even raised his head for air, never stilled his fingers and reacted to every twitch of her, adjusting his ministrations accordingly.

He played her like his favorite instrument, and she ate her previous words with each slide of his fingers and tongue. The male knew what he was doing, and she was so fucking lucky.

After a few minutes of this blissful torture, she couldn’t hold back anymore and came again with an intense wave of release. Goosebumps littered her skin and she shouted Azriel’s name into the abyss in testament of his devotion.

She let her legs fall open to each side, not caring for her compromising position as she tried to catch her breath. And her sanity.

Azriel perched between her legs, gently caressing her calves as he grinned at her.

“Well done, love. How many?”

Gwyn released a shaky breath. “Two and a half.”

His grin widened ever more. “And a half, huh?”

The priestess nodded. Usually, they called it a day after one or both of them came twice. She didn’t even know if it was possible for him to drag another orgasm out of her. But as Gwyn looked at Azriel again, at how he made to unlace his trousers and setting himself free, she had the feeling she’d give him another half a point for simply seeing him in all his naked glory. Or maybe a thousand.

She scootched higher up the bed, boldly watching him strip completely. The Shadowsinger finally discarded his trousers, shoes and underwear, and Gwyn had to fight to not let her own hand slip between her legs at the sight. How was it possible she was already aroused again?

“Since you were so good this whole time, I’ll let you decide how I take you.”, Azriel said in a low voice, his hand coming up to his cock and pumping languidly. She itched to crawl forward and lick off the beads of precum that glistened on the tip.

“Can I ride you?”, she breathed, already sitting up without waiting for an answer.

The Shadowsinger chuckled at her eagerness, but his eyes betrayed his nonchalant façade. He was quick to take up her previous place on the bed, dragging her on top of him instantly and with so much force she nearly fell on his face.  

Gwyn wasted absolutely no time. She slid onto him like he was molded just for her, engulfing him in her wetness until he was sheathed completely. Both moaned at the feeling of finally being united like this, and the priestess rocked back and forth just slightly to get used to him again.

Azriel watched her from below, his hands resting on her hips. His own breathing sounded a bit labored too, Gwyn thought with satisfaction, and he held her still with straining muscles.

“Cauldron, Gwyn.”, he ground out, his head falling back against the pillow in surrender. Or what Gwyn interpreted as such. Because just a few seconds after-

“Oh, Gods!”, Gwyn gasped as he drove himself up and into her, leveraging himself against the bed and taking control from her entirely. He set a punishing pace, thrusting into her again and again with no resistance. The priestess fell onto his chest from the force of him, moaning with abandon.

He felt so good inside of her, so perfect, hitting all the right spots.

Azriel gazed up at her, his features set in barely restrained ferocity. He looked so beautiful, sweating and panting, his ruffled hair sticking to his forehead, neck and chest flexed.

Gwyn relished in the feel of him, moving in tandem with his thrusts to force him even deeper.

“Fuck, I’m close.”, the Shadowsinger growled.

But Gwyn wasn’t quite there yet. “I need more.”

Azriel’s sharp gaze focused on her, and he immediately relinquished his thrusting to let her take over again. Which was just what she needed. With a heavy, unrestrained moan, Gwyn began to ride him at a slower pace, angling her hips so that her clit brushed against his pelvis every time.

And gods, did that feel good.

Her orgasm built again, different this time with the additional weight of his length inside of her. And judging by Azriel’s face, he was with her.

With a shout that surely informed the rest of the house what they were up to, Azriel raised himself up, flinging his arms around Gwyn and came hard. The priestess was quick to follow, pressing him closer against her. Her walls fluttered around him, making sure he spilled every drop of himself.

Both panted, still cradled in each other’s arms until their breathing returned to normal.

Azriel pulled back first, finding her eyes as usual. “All good?”

“Perfect.”, she sighed, pressing an innocent kiss to his lips.

“What’s the score, Berdara?”, he asked, trying to summon some bravado as he prepared to receive a stellar review.

Gwyn released a laugh. “I’ve lost count.”

“So, am I officially a better lover than Reginald?”, Azriel brushed his nose against her cheek before nuzzling into her neck in a playful manner.

Gwyn smiled to herself, finally free in caressing his neck and shoulders to her heart’s content. Which, she decided, she was going to do for the foreseeable future.

“Reginald who?”

[nessiandefenseattorney]

I’m going to paint you scenario and you are going to love it.

Nessian modern au.

The Bat Boys are a rock band they live in London and they are so close to getting really bigs and one night they have a last party with their closest friends and family before they are going on their first big tour to America.

And of course they got shitfaced drunk, so late in party a very drunk Cassian and Azriel are looking into their girlfriends’s eyes as Az plugs his guitar and Cassian plugs a microphone (mind you Cassian can’t sing for shit he is the drummer).

Cassian looks at Nesta and says “Nes I love you more than words can describe so I decided to sing you a song”. He can’t stand straight, his hair is all over his face and than Az starts playing the riff for Layla by Eric Clapton and not very surprisingly Cassian slurs his words and he is really out of tune but Nesta doesn’t care as she looks at him with sm admiration and love and she is hugging Gwyn who is also looking at Az with as much love and admiration as Az breaks into a solo and looks at her and mouths an I love you.

And when they finish their very bad cover of the song their girlfriends run to them and tackle them with hugs and kisses.

yeah that’s it.

that’s the inspiration for this thought? prompt? idk it’s something

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma.

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8 , Chapter 9, Chapter 10

I think you will need the tissue box now...

Epilogue

Choices.

“Mor how was she?” Azriel spoke. He was clearly drunk and a mess.

“Happy” Mor replied trying not to flinch by her friend’s pained voice.

He didn’t leave his room for almost a month until Rhysand and Cassian moved him to the river house to keep an eye on him.

He was staring the garden from his window, staring at his family, all together enjoying the sun. Mor and Emerie were laying on the grass playing with Nyx. Rhysand with Feyre on his lap. Cassian laying with his head on Nesta’s thighs. Amren and Varian lost deep into conversation. Elain and Lucien caressing the flowers and laughing. Gwyn had followed y/n in the Autumn Court after Beron died.

Tears filled his eyes as he saw the happiness of his family. He wasn’t jealous of them in a bad way, he just wished he could be amongst them with y/n on his lap. One act out of anger after the way she treated him that morning destroyed his happiness. Maybe he was undeserving of love. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t find it for so long.

The one thing he longed for. His obsession. His salvation. The only chance he had to feel loved. To feel affection. Destroyed by his own hand.

Elain left him the next day of y/n’s departure, just a letter on his nightstand explaining that now that she saw his pain, she felt guilty for pushing Lucien away.

Gwyn disappeared into the library only coming out to inform everyone that she will search for y/n.

Helion banned him from his court and stood as a guard at the wedding in case the shadowsinger tried to ruin it.

His and Mor’s friendship was barely a friendship anymore.

And Nesta… she couldn’t even look at him since he pushed two of her friends away.

The rest of his family stood by his side, but his shadows informed him about the disapproving looks they gave him when he wasn’t looking.

The day they received word about the birth of the Autumn Court’s heir, he had enough. With one last look at Velaris he gathered his stuff and left. He wouldn’t wreck his family’s happiness anymore.

Y/n was standing next to the window of her room, her baby boy cuddled in her arms. Eris walked in hugging them both from behind and resting his head on her shoulder peeking down to the sleeping baby. Y/n stared at the winged boy in her arms, so perfect. He looked like his father but had inherited her wings making both Eris and her happy but anxious too since they knew that he would be considered a half breed for the rest of his life. “Everything is going to be okay, I will never let anyone hurt you two” Eris whispered noticing his wife’s worried gaze.

They heard the flapping of wings and both tensed looking outside. Y/n saw him first and with a soft smile on her face she walked to the balcony, Eris following close behind.

“I don’t want to cause trouble, I just needed to speak with you” Azriel said and stared at his feet.

Eris looked at his wife and when she nodded, he walked back inside giving them space. Azriel moved his gaze to the sleeping baby.

“He is beautiful” he whispered as tears filled his eyes.

“Do you want to hold him?” Y/n asked him with a genuine smile on her face.

Azriel stared at his palms, could he hold something so precious in his scarred hands? He shook his head hiding his palms behind his back.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for everything, you didn’t deserve it”

“I know… but thank you because without you I wouldn’t leave the day court and I wouldn’t find Eris” y/n responded. Azriel’s shadows reached for her and he noticed that her own shadows weren’t there. “You shadows aren’t here” Azriel noted.

“I’m happy I don’t need them anymore” she smiled.

“Goodbye y/n take care” he offered her a sad smile and before she could respond he was gone.

He was gone with the realization that in order for his shadows to disappear he needed to be happy. And then he knew that they would be his company until his last breath and then…then he would be happy.

Please don't hate me. Stay tuned for more. Currently I'm working on two more series and I'm planning to post one shots everyday so please send your requests to give me ideas. @cleverzonkwombatsludge

[likeiwishiknew]

Azriel, drunk: If I were a gardener, I would put our 'two-lips' together

Gwyn: *blushes fiercely*

Cassian, drunk: If I were a gardener, you would be my hoe

Nesta: This is why we're together

[gffa]

I'm still making my way through the weewoo show (stopping occasionally to watch the newest episodes) and I have realized that I think I'm the most emotionally invested in the Bobby/Athena ship, sorry but no one else on that show can compete with Angela Bassett for my love. That it's Mr. Casey Sports Night she married only makes it better. Though, Chimney/Maddie are a reasonably close second, oh my god, they're so cute. I'm not really sure where I land re: Buck's love life, I'm kind of just going where the show takes me. Like, sometimes the show was incredibly blatant about feeling like they were setting the stage, you have someone commenting that Buck's ready to move on to something more grown up in his life, something more real, something meaningful, then immediately cut to him waiting outside Eddie and Christopher's house??? Like, what??? But then I watch the newest episodes and oh Buck and Tommy really do have fun chemistry, that kiss drunk look on Buck's face after their first kiss was so good, they're funny together, I'm enjoying it?? And I'm enjoying Eddie being one hell of a hot mess, like I've always liked him, but I have never liked him more than when he went out on a date with his dead ex-wife's doppleganger, which is going to throw a massive grenade into his current relationship, which is already weird because he found out she used to be a nun and it's bringing up all this weirdness that was probably already there and just looking for an excuse, never mind what it's going to do to his kid if he ever meets his dead mom's doppleganger, like this is a mess and I am living for it. But more than that, I'm here for Athena, because I also love that she can be such a hot mess at times, that someone kills her fiance and she spends 20 years or whatever looking for him, finds him, and has him arrested despite that he's spent that entire time in service to others because he felt guilty, but doesn't even REGISTER that she is married to a man she loves who killed a lot of people's spouses/fiances, got away with it, and felt so guilty that he spent all that time in service to others as a way to make amends. And none of this even seems to be deliberate! It's GREAT, because it makes her such a hypocrite in a lot of ways, but so thoroughly relatable because it is so very easy to forgive the ones you love and not forgive the ones who wronged you, even if they're largely the same. Anyway, I love this ridiculous show, I'm going to be sad when I have no more to catch up on. I like The Weewoo Show: Yeehaw! Version, but it doesn't scratch quite the same itch since I spoiled myself about where the Owen/Gwyn storyline is going.

[ysmtttty]

Red Ferrari

Chapter 7

Summary: Azris AU, where Azriel is a mechanic and has his own service station. One day, Eris comes there because something is wrong with his car

AO3 link Chapter 6 Chapter 8

Azriel didn't hate Mor; he just didn't understand her.

He didn't understand her when she agreed to go to prom with him but ended up drunkenly leaving with some guy who was clearly also driving under the influence. After that, she didn’t answer her phone for a whole day, which scared not only him but also Rhysand.

He didn’t understand her when she texted his friend, Gwyn, whom Azriel had met in college, telling her that he was taken. Azriel wasn't, in fact, taken, just as he hadn’t been before going to college, since he and Mor had never really been in a relationship. Gwyn told him that Mor made her uncomfortable, but she just brushed off Azriel's apologies, saying it could have been worse.

He didn’t understand her when, after college, Mor reappeared in his life, mostly because she was hanging around Rhysand, trying to ask him for money because she was spending all her own on junk.

He didn’t understand her when she kissed him for the first time and said he was a good guy, only to disappear from his life for another two years, leaving for Europe the next day.

He didn’t understand her when she returned and continued her unhealthy lifestyle, moving on to heavier substances. He didn’t understand himself either, because feeling too much sympathy, Azriel actively tried to help her.

Despite how many times he had to drag Mor out of lousy clubs in the middle of the night, save her from various shady characters, and hold her hair back while she vomited everything she had drunk and swallowed that evening, he somehow didn’t leave. He couldn’t leave her alone.

A year later, Mor sobered up, giving up drugs. Azriel wasn’t sure if it would work in the long run, and he even suggested that she consider rehab, but Mor just waved it off, saying she felt like a "new person" and was endlessly grateful to him for all his efforts.

Azriel also didn’t understand her when she kissed him again during that year when she was trying to quit drugs. He had feelings for her, but he understood that they would remain unreciprocated. But suddenly, she changed her mind, and there they were, kissing once again, in a strange relationship, at Mor's request, keeping it a secret from everyone. It seemed like a logical request to Azriel since Mor was still a socialite and tarnishing her reputation with a simple mechanic was probably not something she wanted. Or that's what she told him.

This "relationship," in which Mor could spontaneously show interest and then disappear for long periods without warning, lasted almost a year. When he was with her it felt normal, good actually, but when she was away Azriel couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with all of it. At some point, he decided to share this with his close friends.

That day, Azriel found out that Mor had slept with Cassian too and had asked him not to tell anyone either.

A month later, Azriel didn't hear from Mor, and he thought it was for the best. It took him and Cassian two months to stop feeling the tension between each other because of the awkward situation she had put them in. It took Azriel six months to stop feeling shitty after their "breakup" and the end of a relationship he wasn’t even sure had existed.

Now Azriel didn’t care about Mor and the fact that she had suddenly appeared again, hanging around Rhysand. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had drug problems again or a ton of debt for various reasons, but he was still determined not to get involved.

"That was an amazing rooftop bar," he told Cassian as they walked into Rhysand's place to grab a drink after their shift. "I’m losing to him badly when it comes to dates."

They both stopped as soon as they saw that Rhysand wasn’t alone. He and Mor were sitting on the couch in the living room, arguing about something. Nothing unusual, though—it was their typical state—but Azriel felt the urge to leave as quickly as possible before they noticed him. Unfortunately, he didn’t manage to do so.

"Did I hear ‘dates’ correctly?" Mor suddenly asked, turning her head to them and smiling. Azriel involuntarily winced. "Are you seeing someone?" she asked with curiosity.

"None of your business," he replied harshly, walking past her into the kitchen. Cassian greeted her awkwardly and then followed him, mumbling to Rhysand to call them when they were done.

In the kitchen, Azriel paced around the kitchen island, feeling a sudden wave of irritation. Cassian closed the door behind him, approached him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"You’re going to burn a hole in His Majesty’s floor at this rate," Cassian said.

"Rhys could have warned me that she was here," Azriel snapped.

"Alright, alright, calm down," Cassian said calmly, and Azriel wanted to hit him because he was calm. He was damned if he was going to get angry over Mor.

"Last time, you said you knew what happened," Azriel said. "What the hell is she doing here this time?"

Cassian looked at him for a long time, making Azriel actually force himself to calm down, and only then did he answer.

"Mor got married four years ago," he explained, and Azriel found himself somehow unsurprised. "It was an arranged marriage. Her jerk father gave her away to some other rich jerk. I don’t know who the guy is, but Mor is now getting divorced. From what I understand, she sues over the division of property and wants to take as much as she can."

"Four years ago?"

"I was shocked too," Cassian nodded as he searched Rhysand's fridge for beer. "I think the stunt she pulled with us was to piss off her father. Maybe she wanted them to refuse to marry her because…"

"Oh yeah, and for that, she needed both of us," Azriel replied sarcastically, grabbing one of the bottles from Cassian’s hand. "Just accept that Mor is just a bitch who acted like one. She might have a million excuses, but I don’t care. And I’m not pissed because I haven’t moved on—I did—but I just don’t like seeing her at all. If she needs Rhys’s help that badly, I hope she gets it and then goes back to whatever hole she crawled out of this time."

"I didn’t think you hated me that much," came a voice from behind. Azriel turned around and saw that Mor had joined them, standing in the doorway and having the audacity to look truly hurt. Rhysand stood behind her, clearly having tried to steer her away, but now he watched the unfolding scene with concern.

"Thinking was never really your thing," Azriel said, opening the beer bottle and taking a sip. "Oh wait, just don’t sue me for verbal abuse," he mocked. "I’m just a simple mechanic, remember? I won’t have enough money for you."

"Az…" she began in a soft tone, and Azriel hated hearing his name from her. Not like that.

"Fuck off, Mor," he said coldly. "Just disappear already."

With those words, Azriel left the kitchen, walking past her. Rhysand escorted Mor to the door, and Cassian caught up with him.

"Next time, let me know if she’s coming to your place," Azriel said in a calm but stern voice when Rhysand returned, joining them on the couch.

"Sorry, sorry," Rhysand nodded and sighed. "I didn’t know she was coming either. But it was an urgent matter…"

"I don’t care what the matter is, Rhys," Azriel said seriously. "If you know that Mor is somehow within a three-kilometer radius of me, please be kind enough to warn me."

"You’re right, got it."

"Let’s change the subject," Cassian suggested in an encouraging tone, grabbing the TV remote. "Our favorite team is playing today, Rhys has a fridge full of beer, and I hope you bought those paprika chips I asked for."

Rhysand chuckled as his tone turned mock-threatening as soon as the chips were mentioned. He went to the kitchen and returned with a bag of chips and a beer for himself while Cassian adjusted the TV and found the right sports channel.

Azriel catches himself thinking he wants to text Eris. To tell him about Mor, about today, to ask how his day went and what poor souls he tormented in court since Eris had mentioned some brain-draining and tough case he’d been working on for over a month. He’s about to write something when Cassian clicks his tongue loudly.

"Hand over your phones, both of you," he grumbled, holding out his hands with palms up. Rhysand exchanged a look with Azriel, neither of them eager to hand over their phones. "No texting your significant others. This is our night; you can catch up in the morning."

"Since when are you against relationships?" Azriel asked, raising an eyebrow but still handing over his phone.

"Since Nesta blocked him," Rhysand snorted and reluctantly handed over his phone too, putting it on silent first. "He’s just jealous."

"Absolute lie!" Cassian protested, stashing their phones away and turning up the TV volume. "She just needs space, which I’m giving her."

"Space from you?" Azriel snorted this time. Rhysand gave him a high five.

Cassian grumbled about how they were both traitors and idiots, turning up the TV volume even more. They didn’t return to the topic of Mor, and Azriel was glad because, during the last years, it used to always turn into an attempt at a therapy session. Specifically, therapy by two idiot friends who needed it just as much as he did, where they tried to "talk out" their problems. Azriel never mentioned that Mor’s decision to sleep with his best friend wasn’t exactly his problem.

The following week, Azriel noticed some oddities. To be precise, there were oddities in Eris's behavior, as he began responding to calls and messages less frequently. Blaming it on Eris's busyness, Azriel decided it wasn’t that big of a deal. He himself got swamped during the racing season when all the local racers brought in their wrecked cars, demanding they be turned into high-speed machines.

Still, a nasty voice in his head occasionally suggested that Eris might have simply grown tired of him by now. However, Azriel pushed that voice away because why the hell should he be so worried?

Things with Eris were simple. Dates, conversations, sex – everything felt natural. Azriel didn’t know the status of their relationship because each time he either forgot to ask or felt like he didn’t really care about the label they might put on themselves. They were both comfortable, so it seemed strange to him to worry about something like that.

However, Azriel knew that if the conversation ever came up, he wouldn’t mind starting a relationship. His first serious relationship in so long. Despite knowing each other for just under a month, it felt natural. He had a feeling that Eris wouldn’t mind if Azriel asked directly.

Nevertheless, his message had gone unanswered for a whole day. Azriel tried not to dwell on it too much, instead throwing himself into car repairs, while also arguing with Amren over her refusal to book a client who had dared to ask how old she was.

Cassian and Rhysand weren’t on shift today, one of them just taking a day off, while the other had some urgent matter, for which Rhysand had asked both him and Cassian to cover his shifts all week. Azriel had just waved it off, thinking that the sooner Rhysand helped out his cousin, the sooner she would disappear and leave them alone.

During his lunch break, Azriel dialed Eris’s number, deciding to find out what was keeping him so busy that he hadn’t been able to respond for over a day. However, he was met with a voicemail. Not wanting to seem pushy, he made no further attempts to call that day.

The next morning, his message was still unanswered. And later that evening, a familiar Porsche pulled into the workshop. Azriel ignored the involuntary rush of joy and relief, but both feelings vanished when it wasn’t Eris who stepped out of the car, but his younger brother. Azriel had nothing against Lucien, but he had definitely wanted to see his older brother more.

“You look disappointed,” Lucien chuckled, tossing the car keys into the air.

“Disappointed that less than a month after a checkup, this beauty needs something again,” Azriel replied, shrugging as he approached the Porsche.

“I borrowed the car for a couple of days,” Lucien explained awkwardly, scratching his head. “And maybe I chose the wrong roads for this car.”

Azriel raised an eyebrow questioningly but took the keys and drove the car to the lift. Securing everything and raising the car, he began inspecting the lower part of the body and suspension.

“There’s also a dent on the right side,” Lucien added. Azriel just nodded as he checked the condition of the tires and rims. “Roughly, how much will it cost? And how bad is it overall?”

“Hard to say for now,” Azriel muttered as Lucien paced around the garage. “I don’t think it’s too bad,” he added to reassure him a bit. “So far, no major damage is visible; maybe something will come up during the inspection of the shock absorbers and springs, but for now, the tires are fine, and that’s already lucky for off-road driving.”

Lucien noticeably relaxed and exhaled in relief.

“By the way, where’s your brother?” Azriel decided to ask while continuing the inspection of the car.

“No idea,” Lucien shrugged. “Eris has this stupid habit of seeking solitude every time he’s stressed. Although right now I’m avoiding him too, for obvious reasons,” he nodded toward the Porsche, “so it’s hard to say what’s going on with him.”

Azriel just nodded.

“Anyway, I wouldn’t worry if I were you,” Lucien said with an encouraging smile. “Eris might be an ass, but this isn’t one of those cases. I think he’s just dealing with a mess at work.”

“Does that happen often?” Azriel found himself asking for some reason.

“Not really. This time it’s just a special kind of mess.”

Azriel wasn’t entirely convinced by these words, but he didn’t continue questioning, seeing no point in it. Instead, he continued the inspection, sending Lucien to wait in the lounge area, where he cautiously glanced at Amren, who looked like she was ready to eat him alive. After completing the car inspection, Azriel quoted the repair cost, watching Lucien’s face pale at the numbers, and told him he could pick up the car within the next few days.

In the evening, Azriel decided to call Eris, as he had promised himself, for the last time. And once again, he got the voicemail. Azriel convinced himself that this didn’t necessarily mean something bad, but that nasty voice in his head grew significantly louder and much nastier.

The next day, Azriel was sitting in the garage, watching Cassian repair one of the bikes left for him to work on. He wasn’t in a hurry to share his worries, especially considering that Cassian wasn’t having the smoothest time himself, given how he kept getting in and out of Nesta’s blacklist.

“Why do you look so grumpy?” Cassian asked, annoyingly perceptive in moments like this. Azriel shook his head. “Don’t give me that. Your face says, ‘I have problems, but I’d rather keep them all bottled up inside until I explode from all the pent-up emotions.’”

“Don’t play therapist,” Azriel rolled his eyes, feeling irritated by how accurately Cassian had guessed. “I’m just having a bad day.”

“And it’s bad because?”

“Because today is Friday, and I still have a shift tomorrow.”

“Uh-huh,” Cassian drawled, clearly not believing him. Azriel wanted to throw a wrench at him.

“What’s with the ‘uh-huh’?”

“Nothing, but if you ever want to talk about your ‘just a bad day,’ I’m always here. You know that.”

Azriel didn’t talk about his worries with him that day, but they went to lunch together, during which Cassian actively tried to cheer him up. And honestly? Azriel was very grateful for that because it distracted him from the unpleasant fact that Eris might not call him back at all.

Later, Rhysand himself arrived at the workshop, with a flat tire and tousled hair. He wasn’t in the best mood, grumbling about how uneven the roads were in their city and how slow and incredibly bad all the notaries were.

“Calm down, you look like you’re about to kill someone,” Cassian said, patting him on the shoulder.

“I need to be at the restaurant to give Mor the documents in less than an hour,” Rhysand grumbled, already reaching for the spare tire to change the wheel.

“I’ll do it,” Azriel said, grabbing the tire while Cassian set up the lift and raised the car. “You look like you’d puncture this wheel too while installing it.”

“Next, you’ll ask me to pay for your services,” Rhysand shook his head, crossing his arms and watching as Azriel quickly changed his tire.

“Oh no, I’ll ask for a favor in return; I need you to give me a ride home after you drop off the documents,” Azriel said.

“I thought you didn’t want Mor to be within three kilometers of you.”

“I want to be warned when she’s within three kilometers,” Azriel corrected. “Besides, I need someone to give me a ride; taxis are too expensive.”

“Did your car break down?”

“No, his car is fine,” Cassian answered with a chuckle. “Let’s just say, Amren got tired of seeing his grumpy face and offered him coffee.”

“And you agreed to take coffee from Amren?” Rhysand asked, even more surprised.

“I thought it was a hint about my lack of sleep,” Azriel grumbled, “who knew she’d pour brandy into it?”

“That’s Amren, everyone knows there’s either liqueur or brandy in it,” Cassian laughed, catching Rhysand’s look. “Don’t look at me like that, I have plans with Nesta, I can’t give him a ride.”

“I promise to sit quietly in the car and not get worked up over your lovely cousin,” Azriel said with a sarcastic smile as he finished with the tire and stood up. Rhysand rolled his eyes and gestured for him to get inside.

“I’m deducting the taxi fare from your salary, coffee lover,” Rhysand grumbled.

“I’m sending you a bill for the tire change, boss.”

“Have a good evening,” Cassian added as they left. They both waved goodbye, Rhysand reminding him to close the garage as if it needed to be reminded after so many years of working there, and they drove off.

The drive took a good forty minutes due to traffic. Azriel rested his head against the window and closed his eyes while his thoughts spun in a depressing direction. For example, he didn’t want to think that things with Eris were over before they even began. Or that he had already reminded himself that dating someone like Eris was bad news and that Azriel would be nothing more than a fling, but he had decided to ignore that because Eris had already proven otherwise several times.

Rhysand also didn’t start a conversation or ask what was wrong, for which Azriel was grateful. He didn’t feel ready to go through the second round of denying that something was wrong when his face clearly said, “Everything is screwed up.” He only opened his eyes when they parked at the restaurant.

“I’ll be quick, stay in the car,” Rhysand said, grabbing the folder with documents from the back seat and unfastening his seatbelt.

Azriel just watched him silently, observing how Rhysand pulled the car keys from the ignition and walked toward the restaurant. He opened his phone and mindlessly scrolled through the news feed, trying not to think about anything specific. About anyone specific.

His not-thinking about someone was soon interrupted by a security guard’s shout. Azriel blinked and opened the door to hear better.

“Are you disabled?” an old man asked roughly.

“Excuse me?”

“Is the driver of the car disabled? You’re occupying a disabled parking spot!” the security guard grumbled.

Azriel looked out of the car and saw the disabled sign painted on the pavement and the corresponding traffic sign just a meter away.

“Move the car or I’ll call a tow truck.”

“Okay, okay, my friend will be back literally…”

“Move it now!”

Azriel rolled his eyes, found Rhysand’s Toyota key fob in the glove compartment, and got out of the car, raising his hands in the air and repeating “okay” to the security guard. He locked the car with the fob and reluctantly trudged toward the restaurant to get the keys from Rhysand and repark the car.

The security guard kept shouting at him to move faster, and Azriel reminded himself that this was just an old jerk not worth his nerves and that telling him off would be stupid since he could actually take a photo of their plates and send it to the police. Rhysand would definitely not be happy paying a huge fine later.

So Azriel quickened his pace and entered the restaurant, quickly spotting Rhysand and running up to him.

“Car keys,” Azriel said, noticing that Rhysand looked somehow frightened by his presence. Almost asking what was wrong, he looked around and saw not only Mor but also Eris, who was staring at him in shock. “And what the hell are you doing here?”

Silence. It was as if Azriel had suddenly stopped hearing everything; all the restaurant noises around them went silent, and only that horribly long pause remained. His thoughts were in complete disarray while a nasty voice fed him the most unrealistic scenarios and explanations for what was happening. Could this be a date? Azriel tried not to think about it and not to connect it to Eris's radio silence. This wasn’t it. This wasn’t it.

“So, you know each other?” she asked with a smile. Eris and Azriel both shot her a look full of hatred, causing her to raise her hands in mock surrender. “Touchy, touchy, I am just asking.”

“Are you her lawyer?” Azriel asked instead, both not wanting it to be true and thinking that it would be a logical and, most importantly, the best explanation for what was happening. “Representing her interests in the divorce?”

If that were true, Azriel couldn’t blame him. Eris was just doing his job, and since his client was Mor, so be it.

However, after his question, he heard Mor’s laugh and saw Rhysand clearly turning pale. Eris wasn’t looking at him at all, gripping the folder of documents until his knuckles turned white.

“What?” Azriel asked irritably, unable to tolerate the lack of a proper context explanation.

“Az, it’s complicated,” Rhysand started weakly.

“No, this bastard isn’t my lawyer,” Mor interrupted.

And if he wasn’t her lawyer, did that mean… Azriel recalled Cassian’s words about the rich guy Mor had been married off to. Eris was rich. Eris and Mor were sitting at the same table with documents, and he wasn’t her lawyer. He could very well be her husband’s lawyer, right? It couldn’t be…

“This is your plan?” Eris turned to Mor, asking with undisguised irritation. “Is this a set-up?”

“Set-up? Don’t be dramatic, I have nothing to do with his presence here,” Mor said with a feigned sweet smile. “But I find it interesting that you two know each other and that Azriel doesn’t know what’s going on. It’s not very polite to keep people in the dark, Eris.”

Azriel frowned deeper, watching Eris’s gaze darken, for a split-second shifting to panic before returning to its cold composure. Not wanting to be further provoked by Mor, Azriel shoved the keys into Rhysand’s hand, telling him to move the car. Rhysand hesitated at first, but he added that there was a chance of losing the car entirely to the tow trunk, which became the decisive factor prompting him to leave briefly.

“And then there were three,” Mor commented. “So, Az, do you want to hear the truth?”

Ignoring her smirk, Azriel looked at her with indifference. “It doesn’t matter what’s going on between you two; it’s not my business. If it affected me, I’m sure Eris would have told me.”

“Oh wow, loyalty. So admirable. And so… undeserved.”

“Mor,” Eris warned, his voice dangerously low.

“Note that this time it’s not my fault,” Mor shrugged, clearly unimpressed, before turning back to Azriel with the same smile as before. “Azriel, darling, this person clearly doesn’t deserve the trust you’ve placed in him.”

Eris stood up from his seat with a screech of the chair. “Can we talk alone, please?” he asked Azriel quietly.

“We’re not finished,” Mor said.

“We’re finished,” Eris coldly replied. “If there are new documents, send them to my email. During office hours, nine to five.”

Azriel glanced at Mor, who was about to say something more, but he wasn’t interested in listening and followed Eris out. As the cool evening breeze hit their faces and they moved a respectable distance away from the entrance, Azriel crossed his arms and looked at Eris expectantly.

“Firstly, I’d like to apologize for not answering yesterday,” Eris said, the first thing he said after a brief pause during which he clearly tried to gather his thoughts. “I was going to call back today, but I didn’t have time to fix my phone.”

“A broken phone, seriously?” Azriel laughed humorlessly, looking at him seriously. “Weren’t you the one who hated ‘childish excuses’ instead of a straightforward refusal?”

“Weren’t you the one who actually did have a broken phone back then?” Eris frowned. “I threw my phone at the wall last night after Morrigan called me. And now we move on to the second point…” he took a deep breath, “where I say that she is my soon-to-be ex-wife.”

Azriel thought he was simultaneously ready and not ready for this news. He had guessed. He had guessed from how Mor had smirked, clearly understanding that this conversation wouldn’t be easy for them and that Azriel would be angry with Eris, and damn it, she was right, Azriel was angry. He had to remind himself mentally that they were adults and couldn’t resolve such conflicts by shouting in a fit of rage.

“You know, more than anything, I’d like to say something along the lines of ‘You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,’ or ‘Tell me when you’re ready,’” he sighed, forcing himself to sound calm, though notes of anger still slipped into his voice, betraying his emotions. “But you know, I would have settled for a simple ‘fun fact, Azriel, I’m married’ without any details. Just for the record. So that, you know, I wouldn’t accidentally run into you in the middle of a conversation with your still-wife and then feel like a complete idiot.”

“I mentioned the divorce before,” Eris protested.

Azriel shot him a glare. "No. You said that you 'had a divorce,' in the past tense, in such a way that it was impossible to understand whether you were talking about an abstract divorce of one of your clients or your own. Tell me I’m wrong.”

He waited expectantly, but Eris only sighed, having nothing to say about that one. “I thought so,” Azriel murmured.

“I thought I’d deal with the divorce faster,” Eris said, looking at him so regretfully that Azriel wanted to look away. “This… marriage was arranged and essentially has been a long torture, and I didn’t want to drag you into this divorce because it’s even worse. There are too many factors I didn’t want to involve you in this. I had no idea you and Mor… dare I say friends? Acquaintances?”

“We’re not friends,” Azriel said sharply. “Exes.”

“Oh.”

“Small world,” Azriel responded sarcastically. “Does this mean you weren’t planning to tell me at all?”

“I…” Eris cut himself off, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “I am not going to lie, I don’t know, Azriel. But I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” he said quietly, and for the first time since Azriel had met him, he looked completely and utterly defeated. “Didn’t explain properly.”

“What’s there to explain?” Azriel asked, his voice strained. “You’re married, Eris. You’re still married, and you didn’t think that was something I should know. In my opinion, that’s enough to tell you to fuck off and never contact you again.”

Azriel understood, on the one hand, that it wasn’t Eris’s fault that he was divorcing Mor, who, by coincidence, was his ex. On the other hand, his anger at the whole situation hadn’t gone away; Eris was still hiding a massive part of his life, and, judging by his words, might never have told him, leaving him with vague phrases thrown in without context or explanations.

Not that Azriel had asked or tried to pry, but he wanted honesty. Just a little honesty instead of half-truths and lies. Even if Eris had simply told him about the divorce, it would have been miles better because then Azriel would have had some idea about his life. But instead, he was standing here at a random restaurant, accidentally figuring everything out on his own, and had no idea where to place his emotions because, damn it, despite all the anger, Eris was still a person Azriel had started to have feelings for. For the first time in a long while and quite strong feelings.

Then a completely different thought clicked in his head, and he turned his head, trying to catch a glimpse of Rhysand in the parking lot.

“Azriel,” Eris began but stopped when he saw Azriel raise his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

“I need to think,” Azriel said harshly. “Your shit is hard as hell to digest just in a few minutes, and I need to talk to someone else.”

He didn’t turn back to Eris and didn’t listen to what he said as he walked toward Rhysand, stopping him in the parking lot and not letting him pass. Azriel felt the blood boiling in his veins from the anger he was experiencing.

“You fucking knew,” he accused as soon as Rhysand had the decency to look at him.

“Az, I…” he started, and Azriel was already exhausted from the way people had been saying his name with that tone for the past fifteen minutes.

“No, shut the fuck up,” Azriel interrupted. “You knew that Mor was divorcing him. You knew that all this time not only that Eris was married but that he was also married to Mor. And all this time, you didn’t think to tell me? Not once?”

“It was not my secret to tell,” Rhysand said defensively.

Azriel thought that in a few more seconds he would hit someone. Probably one of the close people who had been hiding a huge mess from him for a month. And damn Eris, they hadn’t known each other for that long, but Rhysand? Rhysand knew the whole story with Mor and knew how much Azriel was triggered by any appearance of her in his life. To Azriel, that seemed like enough to tell him the truth.

“It’s not your secret to tell?” Azriel repeated sarcastically, smirking crookedly as Rhysand grimaced at his tone. “You’re fucking involved from all possible sides. How many times did you see him, Rhys? How many times did you encourage me to date Eris while you were seeing him behind my back and doing, what exactly? Oh right, protecting Mor so that the poor and unfortunate cousin could get more money.”

“Azriel, it’s not my fault that Eris chose to hide this from you,” Rhysand said firmly but his voice became quieter after. “Besides, I didn’t want to hurt you. You looked so happy with Eris, and I thought…”

“Stop thinking,” Azriel growled. “I’m fucking tired of how everyone around thinks they know what’s best for me. You had no right to pretend that Eris was just a random guy when you knew the truth all along. Just as you had no right to decide whether I needed to know the truth or not, as if I didn’t deserve to know what was going on in my own life. You don’t hide important things from your friends just because you think that’s best for them.”

Rhysand fell silent, his gaze dropping to the ground. Azriel could see the regret written all over his face, but it didn’t make him feel any better. If anything, it only fueled his anger further.

“You know what? Fuck Mor, fuck Eris, and especially fuck you, Rhysand, because you’re the one I’ve known for more than fifteen years and whom I thought I could trust.”

Azriel honestly didn’t know who he was angrier with the most. And honestly, he decided it didn’t matter if he was angry with both, no matter who had fucked up more.

Not wanting to spend another second here, Azriel turned away. “Don’t expect me at the workshop tomorrow,” he threw at Rhysand as a parting shot and walked toward the road to catch a cab

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My fic Drunk in Love is based off this scene in Friends! Full version on AO3

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"Y'know what's weird?"

"What?" Gwyn said, gasping, starting to remove her own clothes.

"This doesn't feel weird!"

"I know. Your body is ridiculous!" Gwyn raked her eyes up and down his abs. They were both down to their underwear.

Azriel slid his fingers onto the waistband of his undershorts. "Do you wanna do it at the same time?"

“Count of three?” Gwyn said, mirroring him, having already removed her bra. They counted together;

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

They both removed the last of their clothing, now completely naked in front of each other.

"Well, I think it's safe to say that our friendship is effectively ruined," Gwyn giggled.

"Meh, we weren't that close anyway!"