#mischivous elriel

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My little mischievous partner ~ Part 1

So before I start I just wanna point out that the main idea of this story came from @tomtenadia and I simply transformed it into a little Elriel ff with the IC. It was originally planed as only a one-shot, but it turned out way too long so I parted it.

And I just wanted to say @tomtenadia that I really am sorry that I post it this late, but anyway hope you enjoy. 

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It will be an peacefull evening they said. It will be relaxed they said. It will be fun they said. 

But all of this was the least from the situation right now.

Azriel, who had taken his first week off in decades, actually only wanted to spend some time with the seer. 

Just being around her and enjoy the last warm breathes of the summer air together with her, but of course did he get carried away as Mor and his brothers presured him into an evening with all of them. 

Instead of just him and Elain. 

And honestly Azriel didn’t know why he had agreed. Thinking for the fracture of a second that it was a good idea, but that thought had crossed his mind before his second glass of wine, or was it already the third? Maybe even the fourth? 

He honestly did not know how many it have been until now. 

The spymaster only learned that he would never trust his family when it came to peacefull evenings ever again. 

Knowing they would end up with two tipsy or drunken Illyrians, arguing over a topic they had been arguing over for the past five centuries. 

Their voices way too loud as to be tuned out as he continued listening to them. The warmth of the fire on his wings right now the only thing that kept him seated in the plush armchair.

“What do you mean by that you idiot?” roared Rhys, half slurring, at his brother, who had a smirk displayed on his face. “I mean by that, that Nesta would agree with my opinion.”

“You have no right to say that! Feyre knows I put best use to what I have!” 

Cass smirk grew at that. “I would say that too if had 10 inches to defend.”

Rhys huffed, chest puffed out as his violet eyes practically pierced his brother “Are you talking about yourself now or what?”

Azriel could only shake his head at the two Illyrians. Trying to tune out again, but the try was only of succes for a little amount of time, as suddenly a crash was heared. 

The lamp, that stood next to the seer that sat on the couch and absentmindly nibbled at one of her blueberry cookies, crashed to the floor. Causing the innocent fawn to almost jump to her feet. But that still didn’t change the fact that she chocked slightly on the cookie bites she chewed with such intesity that looking alone hurt. The intensness of her far away gaze prove that she, too, tried to stay with her mind as far away as possible from the arguing.

But that didn’t work as Rhys flared out his wings. Knocking over the lamp and almost hitting the innocent seer in her face. 

Elain, who already drank a good amount of wine too, dared to glare at Rhys back. A crack heared as she aggresivly bit off a piece of her cookie again. 

Azriel was amazed how the mood of the seer could change so easily. Normally all sweet and nice - even while she was drunk, but somehow she seemed allergic to loud bussy bodys. His two brothers shivering for the amount of a second, in which they had the full attention of an icy glare from the middle Archeron- that would have even made Amren proud. 

Causing him almost to laugh out loud and forget his aching skull. 

But his brothers were a literall pain in the neck. Their boaming voices a hammer to his head whenever they spoke. 

“Get a measuring stick and I will show you whos bigger! Or just ask Feyre!” 

Now Cassian was mocking him with a cooing voice “Do you really think you need a measuring stick? Don’t you think an ruler is more than enough for you?”

As Rhys loud voice already wanted to start arguing back - something in Azriel snapped. Causing him to jump to his feet, move swiftly past  the few couches in the sitting room and reach for his brothers. 

Taking each of their massive heads in his scarred hands as he clanked their heads together. Their skulls meeting with great force as a dull thud was heared. 

Both of his Illyrian brothers groaning as he let them go. Their hands rubbing the spots where they had collided with the head of  the other one just a moment ago. 

Cassian was the first to recover, still groaning as he rubbed his forehead “What the hell was that about?!” but his pissed tone soon vanished as he saw the fire flickering in Azriels eyes. 

Knowing even in his drunken state, to not piss off his brother further than here. 

The silence of his threats a cold blanket around them. 

Rhys was smart enough to keep quiet as well, hissing whispered curses of pain under his breath as he rubbed his forehead too. 

Everything felt right, now. Peace having settled, but only temporary. 

The strong head of the High Lord finding the better of his brother again, as he whispered to his comander, as they started to walk out the room, “I will still get the measureband!” 

Azriel sighed and lifted his hands in defeat. The seer, that had watched the scenario in quiet amazement, giggled at the silly gesture. Her tipsy state probably getting the better of her. 

Causing the pissed but tipsy Shadowsinger to smile genuinely at her, before he stormed up to his brothers. 

His cold presence in their backs making them turn around with their heads ducked in. Their hunched form remembering him of the time were Rhys mother had scolded the two of them for breaking her favourite vase. 

Azriel tried to cover them up back then, telling that one of his shadows had accidently knocked it over, but the Illyrian Lady of the Night court knew better. 

And right now Azriel would gladly be the one to scold the two, but his patience was already worn thin, so he quickened the whole process a bit. 

Pointing, with his scarred index finger, up the winged staircase. His voice not allowing any arguments “Go to your rooms! Both of you and I don’t wish to see any of  you two drunken idiots all night again! Got that!?” 

He grumbled at them. His brothers obbeying as they walked up with heavy steps the withe stairs up, Cassian not able to control his grumbling “Stupid mother hen! Always ruins the fun!” 

But the Spymaster only sighed. Trying his best to get the air out of his lungs.

Azriel was no speaker, that all of them knew, but sending a shadow to whack Cass at the back of his head was something he did with satisfaction. 

The head of the commander whiping around at the cool, stinging sensation on his skin. His fiery eyes widening in shock as he saw the cold promise that layed in Azriels pissed eyes, as he watched with crossed arms over his chest,  how his two brothers hurried up the stairs. 

A final sigh escaping the shadowsingers lips as he turned towards the sitting room again. Abondening the plush armchair and taking a seat beside the lovely flower grower instead. 

Her honey eyes glowed with something he had never seen before, as her normaly bright, head turning smile grew into a wide stretched smirk that made his heart shiver. “These two sure are a handfull.”

Azriel could only nod, rubbing his throbbing temples. 

This was clearly not the time of day he whished to put up with their nonsense, but they never seemed to have mercy with him. Mor,Amren and Feyre the only ones that even tried to allow him some peace, next to Elain of course.

Never would he have guessed that even the friendly seer could give him a troubling time, but he clearly mistook her. 

Elain was a fae that could send his entire body, with a soft touch, soaring up into the sky far,far above them. Which she did. The brush of her soft fingers on the heated skin of his forearm, making goosebumps appear all over his body.

The warmth of the fireplace infront of him, once again, the only thing that kept him seated. But then again, was it the warmth that kept him still or the quiet michivous gleam in Elains knowing eyes? 

Those warm doe eyes that never seemed to miss a second of the day, those eyes which were a calming ancheror to his raging thoughts - were now gleaming of a dangerous dark brown. 

A wicked smile stretching her lips, as she flashed him her white theeth. 

The sight alone of her, making his heart stutter. 

Those warm eyes reflecting the fire, as her hair cought the hue of orange and gold. Those golden curles of hers, suddenly looking like an river made of fire. Elains softness seemingly all gone, as that wicked smile and the hand on Azriels forearm kept him still.

Making him take in the rare sight infront of him. 

But it seemed that the tipsy seer was full of surprises this evening. 

Her petite form leaning in to whisper, in a sinfull voice, in his rounded ear. That wicked smile on her lips spreading on his own like a wild fire, as she explained her plan to him. 

A plan he would truely have never expected of her, but that made the smirk grow even wider. 

The sight of the two smirking figures on the couch would have made even Amren shiver, as they discussed a plan, that would not be forgoten by the Inner Circle, for the next centurie at least.

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“Az sure isn’t as fun as a centurie ago.” slured Cass at Rhys as they strode through the large hallway on the second floor. The white wall to the commanders right, a pleasent companion on the way to his chambers. 

His brother could only nod as he, too, made the way to his room on wobbly knees and legs. 

The two drunken Illyrians not carring at all that, below them, the Spymaster could still hear them.

But both did not have the braincells for the thougt of carring rigth now. It was already hard enough for the two to remember the way to their bedrooms. 

A turn of the hallway to the right was Cassians reminder of where his room was, sadly for him he noticed the turn too late. The reminder hiting him like cold marble - quiet literally, like he needed to find out. With a groan, escaping his dry throat, he rubbed one of his temples - where his stubborn skull hit the cold floor. 

Rhysand could only watch. The look on his face not clearly readable. It seemed like he was torn between lauhing like crazy and helping Cassian get up. He decided for the first, as a howling laughter echoed through the empty white hallway. 

The sound too shrill, as the loud,booming midnight voice of his brother hit the commanders sensetiv ears. Making him cover them up with a light growel on his lips. 

He wasn’t quiet sure how long he sat there - or how long Rhysand laughed. But what he knew was that they both layed on their backs on the cold floor afterwards, probably because Rhys wasn’t able to hold his balance as he reached for Cass.

 The flickering faerie lights only a dimmed hue.

Weird. Hadn’t they been brigther before? Like really bright. Cassian remembered, that when they reached the top of the stairs and the light turned imideatly on, that it hurt his eyes so much he had to close them. 

The commander only shrugged as he looked into the hallway infront of him with furrowed eyebrows. Maybe he had just imagined the light so bright, since the light downstairs was even more dimmed.

But the temptation of giving in to this thought was taken away from him, as he saw the shadow. A shadow that looked like a pillow of needles. Sharp claws looking like cresent moons that wanted to slice the Commander and the High lord open. The high Lord that hadn’t even noticed the shadow behind him, since he was on all four trying to get up on wobbly feet - his back turned to the shadow. 

A cold shiver ran down Cassians spine as he noticed the twisting silhouette of claws and sharp teeth. Suddenly not so sure if it was just a shadow or the cloud of black  mist that was the creatures body.

With plate wide eyes fixed on the twisting thing on the wall - he shook his brother, that almost made it to stand, but was dragged down again as Cassian shook one of his wobbly legs. Making him fall with a loud thud as the commander  hissed at him “Rhys! Look behind you!” The high lord only threw daggers at his brother as his tan face colided with the white floor again. His cheek flat against the cold stone. “What is it Cass!” 

Cass had only looked for a moment at Rhys when he fell, but now - as he gestured to the wall. Everything was normall. His eyebrows furrowed as he mumbled to himself “I could swear I saw something ...” as Rhys crawled on all four to the next wall - so that he could get up safely- he only grumbled “Yeah sure.” 

Cassian could only shake his pounding head. The drunkness suddenly lifted by the shock, but as he turned his back to the white long wall opposite him - he could have sworn to have heared a hissing laugh. A sound that came close to swords clanking together. 

He shivered again, but got up on wobbly feet. His chamber was only afew steps away and Rhysand already started to walk to his own chamber, so there was probably no reason to be worried at all. 

“Night Brother.” was Cass last good night. Rhys grumbled as he took the way, closest to one of the walls , back into the main hallway “Night, short inch.” at that Cassian needed to laugh as he, too, made the short way to his door in a far too long time “You wish. We both know it’s not true.” 

The only answer was a slammed door and Cassian was left alone in the hallway his heavy hand already on the doorknob to his room as a cold breeze turned off all the faerie lights. Making him blink in the dark.

“Hihihihi.” There! Again that sudden laugh. Louder and clearly audible, as if someone was next to him. A cold breath on his cheek strengthening his theory. 

Cassian was never one to run away, but if that laugh belonged to the one he suspected. He would feel no shame tomorrow for having swung his door open and having stumbled into it. The door, that flung wide open at the force of stregth that was used on it, seemed to close itself again as the commander fell onto all four again. 

Slightly panting in fear, he turned on the dimm lights and only saw a black mist lick at the side of the lock, before it fell shut. 

The shiver increased as he felt his face go chalk white. The louring sound of sleep now the only thing that could make him forget abou these incidents. 

And so he went to bed. The thick blanket, that normally suffocated him, now too cold for him.

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Cassian didn’t know how long it was what he slept, but all he knew was the reason why he woke up. The sticky warm breath on his cheeks the complete opposite to the cold licking at his feet. Shivers waving through his paralyzed body, as he oh so slowly - turned on his back to look at the source of all this. 

Sharp yellowish teeth gleaming at him, as his eyes looked into the dark. The fullmoon light coming in through his window making his fears only worse as they made the thin yellow teeth look like little sharp knives. 

And for one of the few times of his life, did Cassian feel afraid of knives. 

But as he layed there - motionless- his brain started to catch up on him. A roaring scream escaping his lungs as he shoot up - hitting his head on the dark creature he so feared. His clumsy feet hurrying to get out from beneith the blanket.

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My little mischievous partner ~ part 2

It felt all too slow. How Cassian opened his door, how he ran over to Rhys room on a mushy ground - where normaly cold,even marble should have met his naked feet.

With cold sweat cloaking his forehead and chest, he flung open the dooble door to Rhys and Feyres bedroom - locked it shut and jumped under the heavy blanket his brother slept under.

To Cassians luck was Feyre still out together with Mor and Amren. Just great, now they had to fight off Bryaxis on their own.

Cass would rather wait for Nesta than do this now. No hundred Illyrians could get him out there to this horrible creature.

Rhysand stired slowly awake by the constant shivering of his blanket. At first he had turned to his side and had hugged the round bundle, nuzzling into it as he mumbled “Oh, Feyre darling, you don’t need to purr for me.”

If the thing waiting outside the door wouldn’t have been Cassians worst nightmare he would have perhaps laughed, or thrown the blanket, over his together rolled form back. Making it obvious that he isn’t Feyre - but he was motionless. The shivers that wrecked through him already too much movement for him.

And so he wasn’t able to do anything as his brother pulled the heavy blanket aside. Rhys sleepy face was enlightened by the soft hue of moonlight as he looked down at him with a lust stretched smile and something dark welling in his violet eyes.

But all that was gone as he suddenly noticed the form of his shivering brother. A  yelp escaping him as he hurriedly skidded back to his side of the bed.

The soft midnight blue blanket between them a strained bundle, as both gripped onto one side of it.

“What in the mothers name are you doing here Cass!” The commander swallowed hard, not answering as he only asked “Can I please stay here? Feyre won’t be here before sunrise anyway. Like that you won’t be lonely.”

Rhys only glared at him before heaving a sigh, dragging a hand through his already sleep mussed hair “Fine. Just don’t tell Feyre of this - you know just as much as I do that she will not let us live this one down.”

Cassian only nodded - fine with whatever his brother wanted from him, if it prevented him from having to step out of the room.

For a long time there was only heared the rustling of the blanket, that shifted back and forth between the two of them until they settled. Both their naked backs turned at each other.

While Rhys closed his eyes again and his breathing started to even. Cassian was far away from finding sleep again. His heart still beating like a thunderstorm in his chest, his wings slowly closing in around him. Every movement outside, the sway of one of the trees, a bird or a bat fluttering past the window -every motion that caused the shadows to move made him shift. His nerves strained to the point of snapping at any moment.

The ticking of the grandfarther clock in the cornor had him wince with every tick. Still he managed to calm down, thinking that all the things he had seen in his room were probably just an imagination because of his drunken state.

Maybe it was just that.

Still with an unerving feeling in his guts, did he close his eyes. An exhaused sigh leaving his bloodless lips as he nuzzeled into the pillows.

The dancing shadows in the room, that had danced around his vision and had frightened him, were now a soothing black blanket behind his closed eyelids.

Sleep soon wanting to drag him down into its cloudy world - that was until he heared it again. That meatallic sound of a laugh.

“Hihihihihi!”

His body moved on its own accord as it sat up straight. The sweat that had once vanished returned as his gaze hurried around the room. His brother was snorring beside him and everything seemed normal, that means almost normal.

There was a dark shadow, just by the door.

A pitch black clawing fog that swirled around aimlessly on the wooden double door.  

His heart beat spedup at the sight, the metallic laugh a screech in his ears he did never want to hear again. Cassians breathes came uneven as he shook his brother awake - this time not taking his plate wide eyes off of the shadow, that slowly started to take form.

Rhys growled as he was once again dragged out of sleep, but as his grumpy glare saw Cass ,almost porcelain white skin - he did not question his brother -that looked straight ahead.

With a tired puzzeled gaze did the High Lord follow the view of his Commander, after he sat up. His thick black eyebrow furrowed as the question was written all over his face. The clawing fog that now formed into the stature of two persons was not at all familiar with him. Wait a clawing fog?!

Rhys violet eyes slowly widened as he came to the realization - still he breathed to his brother “I’m pretty sure there is a reasonable reason behind this.” 

And it would most likely not the reason of a company searching Bryaxis, that had killed off dozens the last time they saw them.

Cassian only stared further at the fog, as the metallic laugh was heared again.

And the black mist started to lift. Strand for strand it unwrapped two persons. At the sight of those two pairs of legs, was Cassian glad - knowing it was not his worst nightmare, but who were then the intruders?

Rhys slowly scooched closer to his brother as he ,too, saw the two pairs of leggs. One pair, the more delicate and smaller one, covered in a pair of shiny grey harem’s pants. The tiny feet covered with a pair of silver ballerinas. While the other one seemed more masculine, a long turquoise sheet of fabric dangling over a pair of white pants.

And soon the two frightened brothers were greeted by their little angry, ancient friend. Amrens silver eyes swimming with an emotion both did not want to know what it promissed, while her blood red mouth formed into a twisted smirk as she looked up at Varian.

Varian beside her, was quiet as always. His face seeming a bit more grimm, but also lighter as a smirk, too, layed on his lips and he picked up the tiny female.

Her short legs wrapping around his middle imedeatly as his lips found purchase on her red painted ones. One of his large hands wound around her behind, to keep her steddy beside him - while the other tangeled and ruffeled her silky short black hair.

A growl escaping the two of them, while they did not seem as if they noticed the confused and quiet disturbed gazes of the two brothers, that were frightened for their life at the view.

They both were happy to call someone like Amren their family and that she found herself Varian, but both did never want to find out these specific things. Seeing how their chests pressed into one another, her hips grinding into his. There would have not even fit a sheet of paper between them. It seemed like as if the two wanted to become one right infront of Rhys and Cassian.

And it might have been that the two accted like little boys, that just had cought their parents in the middle of something, but they did not want to watch this unfold even more. A shiver running down both of their spines as they thought about it. And so Rhys took the bravery to clear his throat - loudly.

But the pants of the two were louder as they broke appart. Amrens arms wound thightly in Varians hair, their eyes only snapping away from each other as they heared Cass massive frame coliding with the floor.

The commander did not want to see this unfold any longer, but the blanket had cought his legs at the attempt to flee. All pairs of eyes on his form on the cold floor. Annoyed by the reason for his fall he snapped “You two having your fun?!”

Amren only smirked, as her whole body stayed wrapped against Varians. Her blood red lips one devils smirk as she answered: “Thank you very much Cassian, it is actually quiet fun for the both of us, yes.”

Varian had the decency to turn a bit red as he nudged his dark nose against her almost white cheek. But the smirk that formed on his lips as well, had the two brothers shaking.

Rhys slowly crawled to Cassian as to not caugh the attention of the two smirking lovers and leaned down to him. Freeing his brother all too slowly from the silky fetters around his ankels. “We run at three, got that?” Cassian only nodded. Bracing himself on his forearms as to slowly get up.

But before Rhys had even got the chance to say one, went Amrens attention back to them. That words that left her smirking mouth had them flying for the door behind them. “Would you like to join us?”

They both moved fast as lightning for the door. The heavy wood flinging wide open at the force Cass used to open it up with. This was worse than Bryaxis! decided Cassian for himself as he bolted down the hallway to the living room.

There was no way in hell he would open up that cursed chamber of his. Afterall they both had already been in his room. Oh gods he did not even want to think about that!

And while both, Cass and Rhys, ran down the stairs to sleep on the couch. They did not hear the metallic laugh that left Rhys and Feyres bedroom.

None of the two carred about the sound, as they both ran to get their eyes as far away, from the two, as possible. Rhys not carring at all that his bedroom was used for their fun.

There were plenty of rooms in the riverestate. He and Feyre could simply move into one of them, though the explanation might be a bit difficult.

Even though both Illyrians did not know why Amren showed up in the middle of Rhys bedroom - they were horrified. The few pictures that they had seen in the dimm hue of moonlight, enough for the rest of eternity.

The fire in the fireplace to source of warmth as they , both, layed under a pile of blankets on the couch. Sleep without a nightmare hard to find for the two of them.

*****

As the two drunken and sleepy Illyrians stumbeled out the room, was the seer in need of biting her bottom lip -hard- to prevent herself from bursting out laughing.

And it seemed that even the stoic shadowsinger beside her, had to pull hard on his leash of restraint to not burst out lauging too.A light snicker escaping him.

Elain nudged his, brown painted, arm with hers. A smile on her lips as she gazed up at him. Him and his turquoise eyes.

She pounted.

Bold in her drunken state did words leave her mouth, she would have never said if she was sober - but that whole plan of hers was something she would have never done in a sober state.

“I like your hazel eyes better.” was all she mumbled

Azriel grew stiff for a moment at the comment, before he lifted his scarred hand and pulled the two contact lenses out. Revealing his hazel eyes onse again. The emotions inside of them, that made the green and brown appear like one swirl of color - as if they had been painted by Feyre herself with her oil paint, a true master piece. Making the seer lose her breath.

And so did the Shadowsinger as he heaved a sigh once the two foreign bodys were out of his eyes.

The kind smile he offered his friend was something breathtaking, but Elains breath was knocked out of her lungs for another reason.

Her still silver eyes widening at the red smeared lipstick on his sinfull lips.Those lips that had touched and caressed hers like a real lover, wrapping her soft cold lips into the warm blanket of his.

Even though the act, they just had put up, seemed wild and full of passion and like something that was clearly created by Amren and her lover.

But it wasn’t.

It was a song that was sung by the uniting bodys of the Shadowsinger and the seer. A symphony that only their soul and body could create, but that was something that could only be felt by the two of them.

Two drunken ones not even able to notice the difference between those who played infront of them and those which were the real ones.

The hight difference between ‘Amren’ and ‘Varian’ , that stood in the middle of Rhys and Feyres bedroom, gazing at each other with such warmth and intensity that could melt ice, was a lot lesser than the original one.

Something the make up skills of Elain could not make up for.

As well as the bulkier stature of ‘Varian’ and since it was dark, it was also not noticed that his entire backside was covered in shadows.

The black swirling whisps little snakes around Azriels wings, covering everything up like a cloak. Something he had already done many times - mostly durning spies and visits to the mortal lands after the war.

And Elain needed to admit, her eyes taking in every inch of Azriels disguised form, that she would never want anyone else besides the shadowsinger.

His tan, but not ebony skin. His hazel eyes - not quiet brown but also not grey or green either. His touseled soft black hair, instead of white flowing one.

Elain realized with shock, as she lifted her hand to cup the Shadowsingers brown cheek, that there would never be anyone as beautiful as Azriel for her.

Body and Soul. Of course did he have cracks and weired habits of his. Scars covering his body, his hands mostly, but also his heart. His kind heart that seemed for most cold, but was in truth the hearth of a fire to which, at least, sweet Elain wanted to come home forever.

Her pale hand that rested on his dark cheek and tried to smear away a bit of the color on his gods crafted face, did nothing. She only caressed his cheek. And the Shadowsinger could do nothing more than close his eyes - leaning in to the soft touch of hers.

A chuckle escaping his relaxed face as he realized what the intensing swipes with her thumb attemted to do. “You do remember, El, that you yourself had put smearproof make up all over my skin, right?”

Elains eyes widened slowly “Oh.”

Azriel burst out full laughing at her short memory, that usualy remembered everything from the start of her fae life, her tipsy state having clearly infected her a bit too much.

Both probably too tipsy at this point that they did not care at all, that they were laughing like maniacs in the middle of darkness. Bold words leaving their mouthes as a fire ignited between the two.

Elain innocent smile, seeming all weired and twisted in Amrens form. But Amrens looks fit her wicked tongue just right. 

A gleam in the silver contact lenses of hers. “Well I guess that I have to remove it all again then.”

Azriel did not know how he would have reacted if he had been sober, but all he remembered in his tipsy state, was that he closed the little distance between them. One of his scarred hands holding his lenses as the other lifted to the seers soft cheek. 

The distance between them, the distance that was barely there - was unbearable as Azriels already red smeared lips were only milimiters away from hers. A soft whisper of them and his words everything against them.

A few little words, a touch all it needed for Elain to shiver from delight. Gosepumps appearing all over her body. 

“You would not be capable of what you unleash, little seer.” 

Elains breath was cought in her lungs. There were only a few times were he called her with such names. She mostly knew in which situation he used which nickname for her, but with these she never knew. 

His gaze always holding, in such moments, a stronger intensity. 

“I think you’re underestimating me, Spymaster.” 

And just before she closed the milimeter between them, breathless words left her lungs. 

“Because I know I could handle you, Azriel. Forever.” 

Those were the words that unleashed the Shadowsinger. Never in his life had he heared such sweet words and for the first time of his life did he want to taste these sweet words on her lips.

Every mother damned syllable of them. 

A dance of soft lips fighting against each other, erupting in the soft hue of moon light before they were gone in a shadowy breeze.

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My little mischivous partner ~ Part 3

Mild Elriel smut ahead (really mild, don’t know if you can still call it smut😅)

Time seemed to have slown down as the shadowsinger shadow walked Elain into his bathroom. 

Nothing seemed normal about this evening as his lips continued chasing the seers soft red ones. A taste of cherry bloosoming on the taste cells of his tongue. 

The only thing this evening he had a problem with, was how they both looked. It was fun to pull that joke on his brothers, but now as he did not even spared a thought of parting with the seer, he whished to see her. 

Her doe eyes that swam in lust as they saw him, her honey curles that would get tangled between his scarred fingers. 

And so he groweled, as his own long white hair fell into his view - his contact lenses long forgoten on the floor beneith them, as he only parted with her lips for a brief moment.

Her delicate arms thightly wound around his neck as the Spymaster pressed her back further into the cold tiles of his bathroom wall. 

Ringing for air, did they both look at each other with hunger in their eyes. The moment they needed to catch for air too long for the taste of the two of them. 

But Elains rosy cheeks were a sight he would find for the rest of eternity more endearing than any priced rose. Not even if the mother demanded it from him would he give away this memory. This picture he had of her. 

Rosy cheeks and panting breathes as she looked up at him, with those silver eyes. He wanted to remove them, but he was afraid - that in his haze, his anticapption -he would hurt her. 

The sight still endearing and making him fall harder for her with every rise of her chest. Her delicate breasts pressing into his bulky chest as her lungs heaved for air. The cloth between them straining on their feverish skin.

He hated it. He wanted to get rid of his clothes - as well as hers.

But Elains cheery innocent smile was once again intoxicating, as her thightly shut lips almost touched his as she nuzzeled her nose with his. So many emotions laying in the sweet gesture of hers that his heart swelled.

The raging desire of feeling her naked skin on  his - of her body colliding with his, cooling down as the innocent whish of his heart, to cuddle her and breath in her flowery scent for the rest of the night, came to the surface. 

For his life even.

But his arms did something entirly different than his heart wanted. His heart wanted to cuddle her, but somehow his arms loosened around her. 

The thought in the back of his mind seemingly stronger than he expected it to be. The always suffocating thought that he would only pull her down, that if they were to become something more than friends - he would only pull her down in the dark abbys of this world, together with him.

He would only be a brick wall attatched to her ankle. Bruising it and hurting it until she would take a hammer and get him off of her. 

And he realized that this would be exactly what she would be in the need to do, if she ever wanted him gone. His skin that fared itself from hers singing with need as he nuzzeled her nose back.

A giggle escaping her, as he too, pressed his smiling lips against hers. 

And as he closed his eyes, he would have not been in the need to be a seer - did not whish to be one, as a view unfolded itself behind his closed eyelids he wished to never forget. 

The vision of a bright smiling seer, dancing infront of Azriel through a field full of wildflowers. A morning robe everything that hid her naked skin from prying eyes, but next to him - there was no one. 

No one that disturbed them as he placed mark for mark on her in the fields. 

And she in return. 

Shadows, Daisys, red poppys, corn flowers, dandelions, the sun above and the earth below them - the only witnessers to their claiming. 

Elains giggle always a repeating tingle in his ears. 

Never in his life would he feel that joyes from anything, but her laugh. The warm sound vibraiting through his veins as he kept her steady in his arms, that closed around her once again. 

But he wanted to see her. His hazel eyes wanting to find her doe ones, but they were silver. His hands searching for liquid honey but found nothing but cold black coal. 

Not able to take it anymore, he ripped the wig off of Elains head. The little black net everything that stood between her hair and his scarred hands, that wanted to get lost in those soft curles of hers. 

A sigh, but also a giggle escaping her as he slowly pryed that thing off of her. The preasure of the bond around her head gone in an instant. 

And finally did liquid honey ran down the white tiles. Shadows and his hands imideatly weaving black strands of mist in her hair. Messing around with it quiet alot.  

Still with their noses nuzzeled together, a chuckle and a giggle escaping both of their lips with a blinding smile. 

But Azriel knew that perhaps Elain would not remember this tomrrow, he knew he should probably stopp at this point, but his body was souring. His skin alight where she touched him. 

She was like a tornado that had him pulling towards her and yet, he never quiet reached her center as he circeled around in the wind like a leafe. The innerest part of her mind, seeable but, still far away from him. Informations, memorys and more, what he wanted to find there, good and bad ones. And if there was a trauma - he would try to help her the best he could.

But he didn’t reach her deepest dephts . Which was why he had no real clue how well she handeled alcohol. All he knew was, that she had been out drinking with the Inner Circle a couple of times already, but never did she get that tipsy - or drunk, he didn’t know- as that she would turn that mischievous. 

But from the plan she had told him - he did not quiet believe that she only planed it this evening, let alone tipsy. Her plan was well organized and it seemed like as if she had been waiting for the right time to ask her friend for help with it - the costumes already organised and the exact go of the plan already predicted. 

It was like as if she knew of his help in her wicked plan.

But something had him wondering. And in his tipsy state he was not able to hide the little jealousy in his voice as he asked, his mental walls not even able to hold the question back.

“Would you have went with your plan like this if anyone else, than me, would have helped you?”

At first Elains eyes widened at the silly question. He already draded that she would say yes, but as she pulled her head back, her warm embrace slowly leaving him as she rested herself against the cold wall. 

His body missing the lost warmth of her in an instant, but even though she pulled back - it was only for a few inches. Her arms still wound around his neck as their breathes mixed in the air between them.  

The seers puzzeled look turning soft, as she saw the anxiety written on his face.

Azriel knew that she could point out which emotion was displayed on his face so clearly. Most would have mistaken his grimmace as disgust maybe even anger, but Elain saw the fear in his eyes. 

And their eyes were most often the only way how they communicated.

And so she let one arm around his neck lose. Using the index finger of her hand to plop his nose - the soft smile on her lips never leaving her face, as her warm eyes, even in silver, made his heart warm.

“My sweet Shadowsinger. I thought you were the clever one of our family.” 

Azriel did not know how to react to this, but his breathed words, slipped past his plush lips faster than the leash he kept thight on himself, were definetly not his entire first choice.

“Not when it comes to you.” 

The seer hadn’t thought of it as possible, but her smile grew. 

More and more even, as she closed the distance between them again. An hurting centemeter all that was between their reddened lips meeting again. The honesty in Azriels hazel eyes still written all around in his irisis, as he glanced down on her and their still parted lips.

“Why do you think did I envolve a plan that contained so much help from the shadows?” 

And as soon as those sweet words left her mouth, was his on hers again. 

A wild chase of lips and togues erupting again. 

The heat between them rising as they moved closer with every brush of their tongues. Their lust filled eyes, both, closed as they enjoyed the sensation of the other. 

Not daring to show the burning lust  to the other one.

The undenying need of being close with the other one was strong. Too strong

Elain didn’t know why she did it, or when or even how exactly - all she knew was that it was easy. 

The little embarressment she felt from before, as she grinded against him, all gone. It felt all too natural to rub her throbbing core on his rising length. 

A lust filled moan escaping her as his plush lips bruised the right cornor of hers. Moving all too slowly down to the nape of her neck. A wet trail of kisses marking his way there, as he set her skin on fire.

Her legs rising to wrap around his middle imedeatly, as the need to feel him even closer, even more, rose and washed over her like a hot wave. 

And Azriel - oh sweet caring Azriel- read her like a book. Like always paying close attention to her needs - to her whishes and pressed her even more into the wall one of his scarred hands grabbing her behind. A growl escaping her as she wished to feel his rough skin on hers. But their clothes was still between them.

A dark chuckle against her skin was all she got from him, as his own prove of lust and desire pressed further into her. A loud gasp escaping her as she threw her head back, his length felt  sharp against her. Lust fogging both of their visions as they grinded against each other. 

The spymaster only had eyes for the skin of the seer. His eyes roaming around it to find the next part of her flesh he would set on fire with a wet lick of his tongue, while Elain slowly saw stars as she gripped his head and pressed his wicked tongue closer to her skin.

Her hands getting lost in the tangled mass of white hair, the pull on them making the wig slightly slip from his head. Dark curles peaking out from underneith it. 

Azriels strong body against her and his warm arms around her were everything that held her together as fire threatened to burst from her skin. 

The feeling she had before - as they acted it- paled in comprassion to this. 

The feeling of his sharp canine teeth on the soft skin at the nap of her neck, had her pressing herself closer into the wall. Stretching her throat, as to offer him and his wild lips better acces to her flaming skin.  

A lust filled scream threatening to burts from her lungs as her pores were full of it - to the point of bursting. 

She had to remind herself a dozen times that this was no dream as Azriel continued his wicked play on her skin. This sinful tongue of his liking her flesh like an ice cream, setting her on fire with each strand of his salvia that was left on her skin. Slowly melting her away.

It was no use. Elain was completly lost to his touch and soft minustrations. Her body one hot inferno against his as she feeled like as if the wall on her back was going to flame up any moment. 

Everything felt too much as her breathing came in pants, crimson rose color covering her cheeks as she heared her own noises. 

Azriel only smiled wickedly against her pale skin as he slowly duged deeper into her skin with his canine teeth. Elains eyes widened, it was still only a light scratch to her skin - but it had her screaming out his name.

Her trembling, lust filled body moved on its own accord. Her own teeth raming into his, still brown, painted skin as she thought of it the only way to muffle her scream.

As much as she wanted to scream her roared lust out loud for him - and let all of Velaris know of the feelings the Shadowsinger had caused her, as much did she wanted to avoid Cassian and Rhys suddenly standing in the middle of something they both sure had enough seen of today.

And she would also rather keep this moment to herself. 

This moment were she was wrapped against him, this moment were her hands weaved through the white wig and finally pulled it off - dark fluffy curles underneith a soft cloud, which her fingers found imideatly purchase in. Their lusted heat pooling between them as her tongue tasted the sweet taste of his blood.

The taste of it burning itself trough her entire body and into her brain. 

A shiver wrecking both of their bodys as her teeth dug deeper into his flesh. A deep moan escaping him as he let his own teeth graze down to her collar. Burrying his nose deep in the nap of her neck as he took heaving breathes.

An elecrefying feeling cruising through his veins as he tried to keep standing,the heavy wings on his back sinking more and more, with every breath, down on the cold floor.

His legs wanting to give in to the overwhelming feeling of her lips on his skin, of her teeth in his skin, to the smell of her against him - to the arrousel that coated her scent just like his.

Azriel could not contain himself. 

Moan after moan escaping him as Elains sweet tongue licked up every drop of blood that escaped from his wound. Her hands pulling and caressing his soft hair.

Mother damn him! This was not how it should have went. He should have stopped while it was possible, but now since his body knew how her teeth felt like in his skin, it was hard to not give in and just bite her in return. 

His every instinkt screaming at him to just return her favour. 

“Do you even know what you just did, little wicked flower?”

The seer did not know what the shadowsinger ment and could only lean back against the wall as her, still in silver covered, eyes searched his. Uneven pants escaping her as she saw his hazel eyes looking into hers.

Fire burning within them as they brimmed with emotions. The hazel burning like a warm flame as it set the specks of pine green on fire. A forest of pine trees swallowed up by the lick of flames.

A pure wildfire raging in his eyes.

Elain only shook her head at the question of her friend. A dry laugh escaping him as he bend his head down again.

Breathing in her flowery, lust coated scent as he nuzzeled his straight nose into the nap of her neck, rubbing it against her feverishly as he tried to calm himself down.

Which he found out, was not possible while he was like that. Her scent a toxic smell in his nosethrils as he breathed - driving him crazy. His voice already feeling like a rasp in his throat. 

His voice not utering a word until he knew it was at least abit steady and strong. 

“You marked me.”

His words were a mere whisper against her skin, a whisper that send vibrations through her entire body, lust washing through her, like a wave. One after one hitting the shore. Her pointed ears were not able to make out the few words he whispered. 

Elains breathes a wild gasp - of someone who was drowning. Her lust threatening to swallow her up entirly as it grew, pulling her far under the surface of her selfrestrained. 

“What?” 

She could only breath out the question. Her eyes pressing thightly shut at the warm sensation of his soft nose against her smooth neck. 

Brown painted skin meetin her white one. 

The picture a stark contrast all in all. 

The withe skin on brown one. Pale, cold and yet still lust burning silver eyes hidden behind her eyelids while his warm, burning gaze roamed all around the skin on her throat. Wild pants against his steady breathing. 

Her gold curles spilling all over the wall while his black silky mass of hair was tangeled between her fingers. 

Azriel almost did not dare to speak as she bared her throat to him. His breath a cloud against the pale skin, his words a vibration through her entire body.

“You marked me.”

“And what does it mean?”

Was all she could breath as his lips closed around her bobbing adams apple - leaving her gaping with a shiver and a burning heat in her core. A smirk sensible against her flesh. His eyes not able to meet hers, afraid of the emotions he could find there if he spilled the truth.

His own throat bobbing at words that were stuck there.

“It means that I belong to you now. It means that from now on, as long as you life, any male and female is going to smell you on me. Is going to see that you have already chosen me.” 

Elain could only smile at Azriels words. It made a great wave of pride wash over her as she got the meaning of his words.

No one was going to take him away from her. No one was able to claim him without getting past her.

And it might have been selfish, but she very much loved that. 

“I like that.” 

At that Azriel drew back from her skin, his entire body still pressed against hers as she felt his tall frame shift. His back strightening as he looked down into her eyes - that were still closed. Lust swimming behind her eyelids, but as she opened them Azriels face was turned to the side. 

The soft hue of moonlight illuminating his gods crafted face, but sadness lined his features. His thick furrowed eyebrows as he looked onto the bathroom tiles, were his contact lenses and the black and the white wigs of them layed. 

A presure making his shoulders sagg. His mighty wings were put up in defence.

Something was horribly wrong as Elain took him in. This stance of him she knew all too well. 

It was the side of him he wanted everyone to believe him to be. But that long didn’t work on her anymore. 

For the first week he had this stance, she was frightened. It looked for her like her friend was gone, crushed under some words of a female.

The seer was afraid she had lost her friend to a stranger that was him, but she saw past his exterior. Saw the sadness that lined his eyes whenever he thought no one was looking. 

The fact that Lucien had visited her durning the week of his downfall and Feyre practically shoved her every morning towards him - didn’t make it better. 

Instead it had all become worse. Mor as well as Azriel not attending their dinners. 

Elain dosen’t really remember how she survived this week, with her heart still beating. The time she spend with Lucien was draining not so say tiring. Her body fought against her mind and heart each hour that past. A sore feeling an unwanted company throughout the week.

But it faded. As soon as she saw Azriel again. 

Azriel that didn’t quiet seem to be the one she knew. He wasn’t cold to her and if she remembered correctly he did not even wish to see her nor was it intended for her to see him. 

Feyre had thrown Lucien and her out in the morning - planning for them to make them stroll through Velaris the entire day, but that tiring feeling had Elains feet moving home just after lunch. Lucien finally having to go back to the mortal lands as well.

She just wanted to go to bed, but as she saw him standing in his fighting leathers in the door frame to the living room - she saw him. 

His proud lifted wings and the preasure that put his shoulders down. The cloud of shadows enveloping him in a black blanket. 

Just like now. And Elain hated to see him like that. 

“What is wrong, my dear?” was all she could ask as her hot hand touched his cold cheek. His jaw thigtened at the sensation and he already wanted to turn away from her, her and her knowing eyes - but the preasure on her hand kept him still.

Elain was rarely stubborn, but if he intended to leave her just like this -she would gladly be stubborn. Knowing that if she would let him go now, nothing would be the same between them anymore the next time they met. 

But Azriel did not seem to have the intention of answering her anytime soon. 

A sigh escaping her lips as she smiled sheepishly at him, the lust from before now somewhere burried in her thight core. 

“Lets get that color off of you. Shall we?” 

He only nodded and retreated from her, only able to make three steps away from her as Elain had taken his calloused hand and kissed it, a whisper of her words against the red skin “Don’t hide from me.” 

Again, all he could do was nod. It was not what his mind wanted to do. It was what his heart wanted him to do. 

He never wished to hide from her, but how could he not? Shadows always hid away from sunlight. How was he not able to hide frome her if she was sunshine incarnate? 

But worst of this scenario was the guilt inside of him as he bathed in her radiant sunshine. 

Most males - especially Illyrians - were mad at a female that claimed them without permission, but Azriel could have never been happier- if he wouldn’t have been in the shadows again. In the shadow of a radiant male. His whole appearance the opposite of his. 

Azriels bulky frame hidden in the shadow of Luciens slightly musceled body, the son of Autumn and day. The fire of the son his mother while his father was the light itself. Everything of him screaming to be the match to Elains beautiful sunshine. 

The spymaster knew that his thought of happines - that she claimed him- would only be the high before the fall. He knew it was wrong to think of it as right that she had claimed him - but he loved it. 

With every fiber of his being did he love the sound of being called hers. 

But that would always be a fantasy of his, just like it was with Mor. 

The only way to tune out his raging thoughts was the running water. The burning running water. 

A distant, almost cold look on his face, as he watched how the level of the water rose in the large white tube. Centemeter for centemeter. A cloud of steam erupting from the almost cooking water. 

There had been a time were he was afraid of such hot water. Of flames in general, that was a time were Elain wasn’t even a whisper in the world -not even her parents.

That would have almost been his death durning the blood rite - if he wouldn’t have found his brothers. The fear of seeing the orange flame licking at the wood reminded him too much of the one that tasted his skin.

It was still sometimes hard to light a fire, but today he would welcome the pain the water would cause. 

Already stripping down to nothing, but the white pants, he did ot notice how Elain returned to his bathing chamber. Not even realizing that she was gone. 

It felt like as if she was with him the entire time. The marking of her already burning when he looked at her. He didn’t know if it was because it was fresh, or if it already reacted to her presence. 

In the fae world it was rare to find a mate - that everyone knew. And for those who never found their mate, they could mark their partner. With a biting scar. 

Azriel never really knew how the marking worked, since always hoped for a mating bond - he did not get into the subject of marking that deep. All he knew was what he told Elain and the the biting mark would only stay if the one that bit cleaned it with their salvia. Which Elain had done. 

But as he looked at her, still in similar clothes to Amrens clad, he noticed the tug in his shoulder. The sting that dragged him towards her, but he resistet as he looked at her with this cold far distance. 

Elain smiled at him, before she realized with shock the fogging clouds of steam. The white fog covering up the black one of his shadows. He could not look Elain in the eyes as she jelped a bit in surprise.

The hand she had held in the water slightly reddened, as she turned the tempreture down. 

Azriel barely glanced at her as he fully undressed. Not caring that Elain would see him. Raised and in full naked glory as he sat down in the water.

A soothing warmth enveloping him as he braced his arms on his knees. 

Everything in him screamed to drage Elain into the water with him. To pollute it together with her as darkness and sunshine united. 

A wild picture running around in his mind as his shadows turned just as wild as his thoughts. Black little snakes weaving through the water as no picture wanted to leave his mind and just kept on replaying.

His body, a mother damned traitor as his member twitched in anticaption - wanting to let those fantasys become reality.  Making the water spill over the thick rimm of the tube as he took her. A moan escaping her with every thrust of his, the water a splashing waterfall over the rimm as scream after scream would erupt from her pleasured body. 

Her touch tender on his heated skin. 

And he would bite her - he would mark her. His name stumbling from her lips as he would do so. 

A grunt escaped him as he burried his face in his scarred hands. 

He was not allowed to have such fantasys! 

She marked him by accident! Who knew, if she even wanted him like that, if it had been the alcohol that made her react like this. 

Elain needed to watch with furrowed eyebrows how Azriel fought his inner tumult, not able to help him solve it. If she would touch him now, only a whisper of her skin on his - she knew he would break. He would crumble under thei weight of his feelings, of his thoughts and never return to her.

Azriel always thought of himself as unworthy for everything and everyone. But he wasn’t. 

In all her life - fae and mortal- did she never meet someone with a heart as great as his. The love he felt for his family drowning him as he tried his best to make them happy, to protect them. 

Elain knew of his unspoken wish. Of the wish for his family to finally be happy. The wounds of the war healed and scarred. She knew that a mental wound could not heal without a little leftover of it. A scar on the heart the result. 

But if they simply vanished - they were one day to return. 

But with Azriel the only wounds that have ever scarred, were those on his bulky body. His, in black ink covered, chest decorated with dozens of thin markings. 

The thin stripes plastered all around on his chest some even going below the surface of the water. 

Heat enveloped Elains cheeks as she did not dare to look further into the water. Seeing things below the sureface that would invade his privacy. 

With a shake of her head and a crimson blush on her cheeks did she grab the bottle next to her kneeling form. A water Nuala and Cerridwen had gifted her last solestice. It was used to remove make up and just right for her task. 

With a steady arm she reached to pour the water over a soft pad and whiped at the brown skin of his arm. 

Azriel flinched and looked up into her eyes as she did so. A whirlwind flowing around in them. The dark fire of lust still licking at the specks of green. 

His eyes drawing hers into a sirens song. 

Her breath hitched at his next whispered words, seemingly just like his. 

“I love the color of your eyes.”

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Hey everyone, so to be honest I actually planned to make this a one-shot. Well whoops looks like I am already writing on part 4. 

You have hit my creativ vein with your idea @tomtenadia​, thank you for that. Hope you and everyone have enjoyed it so far. 

I think the next part is really going to be the last one, but we’ll see about that ;)

Thanks for reading💚

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