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Shadows, Ice, and Fire (TBC)

A/N: I'm back!!!!!!! I'm done with my work and am resuming writing. I wrote this on a whim and it hasn't been edited or anything so. . . hope you guys like it.

Host of the Nifelheim. Mistress of Narben. Sister to the High Lord of Winter. Aneira only had one thing in her mind—retirement. She had it all planned out. All the foods and libraries and activities she’d try. But then came not one, but two mating bonds. 

In Velaris, Azriel feels uneasy especially after hearing that this dangerous female would attend the next political gathering. And even when patience has always been the Spymaster’s strength, he is also someone who has hoped against hope tirelessly and this time, the Mother has a surprise. 

Eris Vanserra knew he wanted to kill Beron. But the power of a High Lord could not be overthrown overnight. He has waited centuries for the opportune moment, sacrificed his sanity, endured false accusations, and much more. And now that the wait is about to end, he finds himself in another situation. 

****

The scent reached Aneira first. When it did, she knew that Mor was embarrassed. It was normal for the body to be sensitive during saunas. It’d be even more sensitive in hot springs and then during the massage. 

What were the chances that they were the only two guests in this resort?

But this female was so desperately, pathetically soaked by the scent of her own arousal that Aneira couldn’t help but wonder. After all, it’d been a while since she’d bedded someone. And the best thing about retirement was this freedom to make spontaneous decisions.

“Morrigan.” Her clear voice echoed in the sauna room. The blonde female squeaked and Aneira wondered how someone had gotten that aroused already. But then she decided she wanted to play. So Aneira changed her tone. “You’re dripping.”

She heard Mor gasp. A moment of silence followed. 

“Yes.” The word came out in half a moan. Desperation. 

“Are you going to do something about it?” Aneira was genuinely curious. She was getting aroused but she wanted to know what exactly Mor wanted right now.

“Please,” she begged, hands gripping the edge of the sauna bench.

Aneira remained quiet for a few seconds. She supposed it would be rather enjoyable to indulge in this dalliance. 

Sweat gleamed over the blonde female’s tan skin. Hair, damp and sticky. Utterly aroused. Morrigan was attractive and Aneira knew she make her beg.

“What are you willing to do?” She wanted to have fun. And gods did Morrigan become so compliant.

“Anything,” the female gasped. “Please.”

“On all fours,” the Winter fae commanded. 

Mor’s knees hit the ground almost immediately, palms pressed against the wooden flooring. 

“Crawl to me,” Aneira whispered. And when she obeyed, Aneira stopped her before she reached too close. She crossed her legs and extended the one on top so that her toes were right in front of Mor’s mouth.

The desperation was too obvious as Mor sucked her toe like it was the only task she was meant to do. But then Aneira pulled it out of her mouth and guided it to her chin and raised her face. 

And the last thing Mor saw was Aneira waving a hand before a piece of silk covered her eyes. 

****

It was supposed to be yet another day in his life. Contacting spies, browsing through reports, sitting through loneliness or awkwardness. But then Rhysand entered his office and required his presence for a trade negotiation hosted by Winter. 

With Rhys, Cassian, Feyre, and Nesta attending and Mor already there, he wanted to refuse. But he never did that. 

He always obeyed. 

And this time too, he would. 

He’d drowned himself in work to avoid thinking too much about his own state of singleness. And there were more reports to check. Nevertheless, he was ready and so were his things. 

“Morrigan has sent word. Aneira is in Athelgard.” Rhysand announced.

Azriel immediately turned to him. Aneira’s presence certainly warranted a lot of safety checks. She was dangerous. As the mistress of an unknown member of the death trove and host of Nifelheim, she was single-handedly one of the most dangerous fae in Prythian. “But why have you delayed informing me about that?”

Rhysand held his gaze and sighed. “I just got word earlier this morning. She ran into her at a hot spring resort.”

As Kallias’s sister, she was initially part of politics before she took her leave, only returning to protect Winter during Amarantha’s reign and the war that followed. After that, both she and her brother, Xethes, had nearly disappeared.

“And Xethes?” Cassian queried.

“No idea,” Rhysand shrugged his shoulders. 

“Aneira is more than enough to warrant all of us. Are you bringing Amren?”

“She says she’ll be nearby in Summer but. .”

“Without my powers, I’d be nothing more than a burden to you.” Amren’s unfamiliarly dull voice came. They found her at the door and she had headed over to sit after saying that much. She then continued, “Even without this new restriction on my body, I was never a match for her.”

“That settles it then,” Rhys sighed. “We’re all going.”

****

Two weeks later, Athelgard, capital of the Winter Court

“Welcome.” One of Kallias’s younger cousins greeted them. Isolde. Younger by three centuries. Twin to Eirwen who was guiding Helion’s entourage a few steps ahead of them. 

“How have you been? How’s the baby? Is he fussy? Has he started teething? When do they start teething anyway?” And the questions came. 

Isolde was the chattiest among Kallias’s family. And Feyre answered all her questions, knowing fully well why Isolde was asking. Viviane had birthed a lovely little girl very recently. Elsa. This gathering would also be her first public appearance. 

“He is mischievous. His magic has also started manifesting. He’s able to winnow although uncontrollably.”

“But isn’t that worrisome? What if he winnows into danger?” 

“It is.” Feyre confessed worriedly, hoping that she wouldn’t have to see another day where her son could possibly winnow and endanger himself. “Mor is with him today.” 

“Oh.” Isolde then looked at Feyre and smiled brightly. She then looked back at the rest of the Night’s entourage. “Does anyone like desserts?” 

“Me.” Nesta raised her hand. 

Isolde somehow smiled brighter and turned. She began walking backwards while leading them to the ballroom while ranting. “They’re going to serve my favourite cheesecake along with a few other items. Trust me, there’s nothing better than a cheesecake to end the meal but Aneira says the pudding is better. If you take my side on this, I’ll treat you to more desserts.” 

“What?” Nesta asked, thoroughly amused.

“Because Neir thinks her darling pudding is the best thing ever. I’m pretty sure she plans to hog it all for herself tonight.”

“Tonight?” Feyre asked.

“Yes, tonight. Because they’re not serving pudding tomorrow and she was so upset while we decided on the menu. And then. .”

But Azriel heard nothing more. 

Because Aneira had been part of the group deciding the menu. 

She had plans to hog the pudding.

Which meant she’d be here for the gathering tonight.

And suddenly, even as he was walking, he wanted to run away. 

The thought of facing this female rattled him to the core but they’d nearly reached the hall. The doors were open and he could see the inside. The golden robes of Day. The gentle pinks of Dawn. The dreamy blues of Summer. 

They were getting closer and closer. 

And they were inside. 

Kallias and Viviane had come over with Helion. They were saying something. He heard nothing. He saw nothing. 

At all.

Except one part of the room where he could see the back of a head. 

He could hear the laughter of a child. 

And there she was, Aneira with baby Elsa on her lap. 

He didn’t dare to walk over. To take a chance or a glance. But another figure came and took the baby in his arms. Kallias. Elsa happily went to her father. And her aunt finally rose. 

The back of her periwinkle gown. . . did not exist. 

There was only the long fabric that began from the nape of her neck. He realised that the fabric had come up from the front only to be tied behind the neck. It gently hugged her figure. 

Her hair was tied up with a single long ribbon in some hairstyle he dared not decipher. The blindfold matched. And for the first time, Aneira had been dressed in a social gathering as if she was unprepared for war.

As if the universe had allowed her to relax. 

And she was ethereal.

****

The gathering was to celebrate Elsa’s birth and that was the sole reason why Viviane agreed for Winter to host this year’s trade negotiations. 

The negotiations would begin tomorrow. And today was for the baby. 

A lovely girl that Feyre had immediately fallen in love with. Old enough for her neck and head to have stabilised and to be held upright but young not enough to crawl. 

The baby remained with the parents for a while with everyone approaching them to offer their well wishes. 

At some point right before dinner was when it happened.

Viviane had dropped the baby off with Aneira right after feeding her. But Elsa began crying within a few minutes. It seemed like Aneira was confused because no matter how much she rocked the child, she’d cry harder. 

Before either of her parents could reach her, Eris Vanserra took the baby, held her against his chest, and rubbed her back. 

Kallias blinked. 

Viviane stared. 

Aneira remained. 

Elsa burped. 

“That’s it.” Eris whispered as he continued stroking her back. He looked at Viviane with a neutral expression and said, “You forgot to burp the baby.” 

“Oh.” Viviane simply exclaimed.

“One more.” Eris whispered to the child. And Elsa burped again in a few seconds. She was now at peace. “There we go.” And he looked around. “Which one of you wants her?”

“I’ll take her.” Aneira raised her hands. 

Watching the entire scene, as Aneira’s hands brushed against Eris’s chest and his hands brushing against her arms while she took Elsa back, was a nauseating experience for Azriel. 

“How did you-”

“Six younger siblings, my lady.” Eris straightened his jacket. His words also came with the silent reminder that two of them were no more.

“Ah.” Aneira no longer needed to rock the baby. “Thank you.” Azriel heard the sincerity behind those words. And it seemed to surprise Eris. 

“You’re welcome.” He spoke, the words spilling out of practice but his tone had unconsciously gone lower and softer. 

Azriel watched as the interaction affected Eris in some manner. And while Aneira took her seat on the armchair where she’d been sitting, Eris stood a few steps away like a guard waiting if she needed him again for the baby. 

And amidst that, the shadowsinger noticed how Eris clenched his hands and flexed them. 

Indeed, Aneira had shown a new side of herself tonight. 

The doting aunt. 

It had surprised many and made them lower their guard as if she was not the same individual who was hailed by the Weaver to be the strongest fae. 

Nesta walked over and joined him. “Not sure if tonight’s Spymaster duties involved observing Aneira and only her.”

“You’ve been doing the same.” Azriel did not know how to explain the way he felt utterly apprehensive about the entire gathering. And how he thought Aneira was the reason behind his unease and therefore, he was waiting for something to go wrong.

“I feel a kindred spirit. The scary woman who softens for her sibling’s child.” 

“She and you are two different types of scary.” Azriel took a sip of whiskey. 

Nesta looked at him as if he’d said something outrageous. “Elaborate.”

“You’re snappy when you want to push people away. She made a promise to Lucien’s mother to gift Beron’s corpse if he ever so much as breathed outside Prythian’s borders.”

Nesta blinked. She then turned to watch the blindfolded female. “What a ferocious thing to promise.”

“She’s fully capable of fulfilling it.”

“How admirable.” Nesta continued to observe her. “I wonder how she’ll fit in with the Valkyries.”

“The last time she got angry, Rhysand had been beaten to the ground.” Azriel now turned to his sister-in-law with a smirk. The two of them clinked their glasses and took a sip.

“In her defense it was my fault.” Rhysand joined them. “I said something untoward about Lucien’s mother.”

“She's very protective of the Lady.”

“She’s the patron of the Misthall. It’s quite similar to the library for the priestesses back home.”

“The promise to kill Beron, beating you up, supporting abused women—sounds like we need more of such females.” 

****

Elsa had been put to bed. Rhysand and Feyre had confirmed with Mor that Nyx had slept too. 

Dinner would begin as soon as Aneira entered after her final spells on her niece. The parents had already returned to tell the attendants to start the dining preparations. 

The tables and cutlery were set. Everyone knew where their seats were. To his annoyance, Azriel had been placed opposite to a haughty Eris who smirked upon seeing approach his chair.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Rhysand’s dog.” 

“Behave, Eris.” Viviane chided. She then looked over to the Illyrian and politely asked, “Is the chair comfortable? Do you need space for the wings? Anything?” 

“I’m perfectly fine, my lady. The chair is comfortable.”

“What a distressing thing to hear.” Eris made no effort to lower his voice.

“Will you behave already?” Viviane huffed. “I swear, you’re behaving like a child despite being older than me.”

“My mother knows me to be the most responsible of her offsprings.”

“I cannot wait for the opportunity to speak with her about parenting.” Viviane began.

Eris remained quiet as he stared at Viviane. The Lady of Winter began to feel nervous before Eris quietly spoke wistfully, “I really don’t know how she would feel about that.”

Viviane stared at him. He seemed to be looking at something so far away. Something that continued to escape him. 

“Does she like sweets? I can send some with you.” 

Eris looked at the hostess, examining her intent, before replying. “Mildly sweet things, my lady.”

And in that moment, Azriel was a witness to a seemingly trivial moment of respect between Viviane and Eris. 

“I’ll sneak in one of Aneira’s favourite puddings. And there’s the vanilla butter cake. . .” Viviane continued talking to herself. And Azriel saw pure respect in Eris’s eyes for the way this Lady concerned herself with his mother.

It almost made him want to give Eris a few packets of his instant hot chocolate to pass on to the Lady of Autumn. He remembered that much from whenever Lucien allowed himself to speak of his mother. 

Azriel quickly shook that thought away from his head and proceeded to pay attention elsewhere. 

But then she walked in like a cool breeze, refreshing his senses. 

The scent reached him before the person and when he turned around, Aneira was walking towards them with her hair down and the blindfold no longer covering her eyes. 

Everyone noticed.

The blindfold was her trademark by now. 

And it was gone.

Just as she was about to sit, Eirwen teased, “It seems you’re missing a blindfold.”

Her body was descending for her to take a seat but that comment had startled her so much that she willed her body to stand, thereby creating noise. 

The sudden disruption to her composure was a new sight. He couldn’t help but chuckle. This fearsome female who had killed three High Lords was now irritated and had marched out of the hall to retrieve her blindfold. 

A sense of peace, long lost or long forgotten, entered his body.

And it laid the foundation for the ancient string to settle down.

The mating bond found its place within him. 

And Azriel felt it like a peaceful winter morning.

But something else was there. 

Something burning. 

The crackles of flame sounded. 

The sight of Aneira, without the blindfold, made him feel like he could breathe but what was that?

That burning sensation?

While it was beginning to calm down, it was noticeably there. 

As noticeable as Aneira.

In a moment, he felt like the world was now warming up to him. 

But that was not her.

Azriel was left confused. 

If not Aneira, then. . 

And then something prompted him to turn. 

Russet eyes stared at him, blazing with the fire that was beginning to settle. 

And with utter shock, the shadowsinger realised that two mating bonds had settled within him. 

Aneira.

And Eris Vanserra.

****

Eris was relieved his father decided not to attend. His brothers, Caius and Marcus, were with him. Both pretending to be Beron’s sons more than their mother’s. But the less they knew about his plans, the better.

It was only a few weeks away. 

He knew these two brothers would join him against Beron. 

Then there was Eren. 

Unpredictable. 

Dangerous. 

Not even Beron approached him without caution. 

And by caution, he meant their mother.

That poor tormented thing who could not even give them the love she wanted to.

Their mother, the only one Eren gave any modicum of respect. 

The only one who’d never witnessed his madness.

The only one who truly believed this son of hers could be good.

She’d mourned two sons. 

And while she mourned, Eren ensured no one would disturb her. He left her her meals and medicines. Accompanied her wherever she wished. 

This sudden servitude did not please Beron. 

Eren dismembered anyone who attempted otherwise. Including one of his own brothers who’d later be killed by Lucien and Tamlin.

Eren Vanserra. The second of the brothers. Absent from this gathering. The main object of Eris’s worries because everything was finally ready. If all went according to plan, the coup would happen in five weeks. 

He hadn’t told Rhysand about it. But he’d used as much of their information as possible. Whatever the pesky shadowsinger brought was not all that was revealed to him. 

But despite his anxiety over the upcoming coup, he knew he had to attend the Winter gathering. He already had some semblance of foundation to mend Autumn’s relations with Winter. And he’d do it. They were the strongest of the Seasonal courts. 

And the way Viviane was eager to send sweets for his mother spoke volumes about the Lady and the person she was. 

Eris truly respected that. 

The first surprise of the gathering was Aneira’s attendance. The second was her attire. The third was the loving aunt she became for the baby. 

Every single one of it had seized him by the throat. 

He’d known she was a graceful being. 

The way she moved in the battlefield was a dance of death. 

And he would not lie to himself by denying his want for that dance. 

It was a thrilling sensation. 

And he’d once nearly tasted it when he ended up near her during the last war. The bloodlust rolling off of her was addictive and all consuming. 

Tonight made him want to ask her for a dance. Or a duel. 

But then she appeared without that damned blindfold. The sight of her eyes, albeit closed, made him wonder what her open eyes would be like. 

His attention was soon on her scent, the kind that he wanted to drown in after a long day facing the world. 

And then on something that made him feel more of her.

Eris felt like he was entering unfamiliar territory. The danger and excitement of it thrilled him and by the time he regained any of his senses, a mating bond had introduced itself to him. 

To this female. 

But then there was darkness. Sharp and vicious. And by the time it was over, he was staring at Azriel. 

Another mating bond. 

What the actual fuck?

He tried to dispel whatever illusion this was. Eris knew he’d trained his mind against the greatest of invasions and illusions that the most powerful daemati, Rhysand, couldn’t pierce through. 

Was it the shadows? Tricking him into believing there was something with their master? 

But Azriel also found his gaze. 

And the shock within those hazel eyes solidified the bond more than ever. 

These were the moments when Eris wished he had some weed—mirthroot, moondust, anything. 

He really needed to get high and get some sleep.

But one thing remained. Aneira, for the first time ever, was unaware of something. She didn’t know about the bond. And Eris really hoped she would not freeze his balls when she found out. 

****

Azriel remained shocked throughout dinner. He did not show it, of course. Nobody could know. Not until he was ready about it. 

But even Aneira didn’t know.

But that wildfire of an heir knew.

Eris Vanserra.

Of all the people in the world, him.

Azriel had half a mind to beat him up. But instead, he took to flying in the chilly night. 

The cold made him feel, reminded him of what was real. And just when he thought that he’d attained some semblance of peace, he sensed the warmth from the bond. Eris.

The shadowsinger debated. Should he fly down and see what this one was up to? Or not? 

And curiosity won. 

Azriel swooped down and found a little village. The bond led him to a tavern where at a dusty corner sat one of his mates. 

“Come to kill me already?”

“Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Oh? Are we past the enmity already?”

“Tch.” Azriel scoffed and looked at him closely. Eris reeked of moondust. “Are you out to embarrass yourself?”

“In front of who?” He took another careless drag from his pipe before Azriel snatched it. 

The shadows began praising the quality of moondust this errant mate had sourced. 

“Try, if you wish.” The heir chuckled. “It’s not poisoned.”

Azriel was irritated. The irritation that the flight was supposed to have calmed returned greater than ever. This was his mate. This irresponsible, arrogant, entitled male who was currently floating above the clouds. 

And in his irritation, Azriel took a puff. 

One became two. Two became eight. And he was sitting with him, beginning to float. 

“Two mates.” Eris  scoffed. “Where does the Mother get her sense of humour from?”

“The Weaver probably.” 

Eris looked at him blankly. “That was lame.”

“So is your sense of humour.”

“She doesn’t know.” Eris pointed out. 

Azriel remained quiet. Because the mate he thought of was the one who didn’t know. And the one who knew was the one he didn’t think of.

“Funny thing, life.” Eris stood up, dusted his jacket, pocketed his pipe, and headed for the door with not so much as an intimation to Azriel.

The Illyrian followed. 

“Take care of her. If and when she needs it.” Eris said it like a farewell message. “On my behalf too.”

Before anything else could happen, Azriel felt the taste of something sweet. He wasn’t eating anything. And he’d avoided sweets for the night after hearing about those and Aneira from Isolde and Viviane.

“She’s eating pudding.” Eris chuckled. 

Fire burst from his body and Azriel took a step back. Winnowing always came with a manifestation of the elements that favoured you. And for Eris, that was fire. The same that burned him and still haunted him. 

He was left alone in an alley where the tavern was. He could head back for a drink of solitude but the females eyeing him wouldn’t allow that. And it made him uncomfortable, the idea of another female. 

Azriel winnowed and let himself drop from the sky before he let his wings catch the wind. He flew harder and landed on a cliff from where he could see the sea. 

And he hoped things would not be crazy.

That they would be calm.

****

Aneira felt it all. Anxiety, worry, distress; whatever anyone wanted to call it. And with good reason. 

To be mated to Eris and Azriel. 

Her retirement plan had gone to hell. 

Why couldn’t it have been a completely normal, unknown person with whom she could hide away from the world?

It had to be two of the most significant people in Prythian’s politics.

A triad bond. Narben seemed to be waking up. A rare occurrence. Only my lady would be at the center of things like these. 

Aneira ignored the ancient weapon. She had better things to think about.

Like the two most immature males in Prythian? Narben queried.

They hate each other. Aneira seemed to be giving up. They always have. And that was going to ruin her retirement plan. They would interrupt her at restaurants and all the activities and gods, the pleasure halls.

She recalled the times when the two of them had verbal spats. Sometimes, those escalated into physical bouts. And while it was none of her concern back then, it was now. 

They are both yours. Narben gently reminded, a tone it rarely chose.

That doesn’t make up for them hating each other. 

You know well what happens if it boils down to only two parties choosing each other and one being left out. 

She knew. Because this ancient weapon had the habit of gloating about all the things it had borne witness to over the years and one of them was a triad. Three mates, all connected to each other. 

It was either acceptance between all three or rejection or inaction. 

Two parties accepting each other and leaving one behind would lead to all of them going mad. 

And this has always happened with extraordinary individuals. You, the host of Nifelheim and my mistress. The future High Lord of Autumn. And an Illyrian shadowsinger. 

But what if those two never ceased their hatred for each other? 

Aneira had already tossed and turned multiple times and yet, she couldn’t sleep. 

She thought she could go to the balcony, stand and gaze at the moon like the protagonist of a novel but she was too lazy to rise from the bed. So she remained. 

The blankets rustled. She still couldn’t sleep.

What if they actually kill each other?

They know. And they know that the other knows. They don’t know that you know. You shielded yourself well for that. 

All of it was eating her up. So she removed her blindfold, allowing herself to open her eyes. 

Piercing icy orbs gazed at the ceiling and then turned to the only source of light. The moon outside the balcony doors was a brilliant crescent. 

Did the moon always seem that lonely? She asked rather whimsically.

The weapon slithered out of its master’s grasp and found the ground. From there, it rose in height and form until a figure emerged, larger than fae. With inky blank hair and eyes, robes to match, and an unhealthily pale skin, Narben replied, “It shines beside the stars but it is not one of them.”

When Aneira turned, the hooded figure bowed on one knee. “You’re awake.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll try to sleep. Don't get into trouble.” She waved a hand and returned to bed. 

The figure rose, took a final look at his master, and then headed for the balcony where it disappeared as it had withered away like dust.

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my dumb ass wanted to write a long smutty azriel x oc x eris fanfic but it kinda started off as a mor x oc smut because why not.

also, i have a thesis to write. please pray for me.

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I’m okay right now, it’s been a rough month and my mental state hit rock bottom again but I’m getting better now. Other then that it’s been pretty well, I probably failed my exam today though🥲

I’m so sorry. How are you feeling now? I don’t know how to tell you this in any other way but the fact is that you’re more important than any exam.

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Thank you for being here and blessing us all with your work🙏

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Hi! I’m looking for an Azriel fanfic where he meets the reader when she gets arrested because her neighbour is outrageously jealous of her and caused some trouble. A very funny story with Az and Rhys trying not to laugh all the while. Does anybody remember this?

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Hi lovely💕 How’s your day been? It’s evening in my time zone lol

It’s evening in my time zone too. At least it was when I received the notification of your ask. It’s hectic these days. Hoping to get used to it. How are you?

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Hi lovley💗 How have you been feeling lately? Do you have anything you’re looking forward too in the upcoming weeks? I really miss getting notifications from your blog

Random question of the day lol, what your favourite ice cream flavours and are you a cup or cone girly?

Hi! I’m overwhelmed. A lot has changed in life. I’m taking my time to adjust to everything before I resume writing. How are you?

Had stracciatella gelato recently. Loved it!!! I like cones ✨✨

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It’s okay, I get what you mean lol, The lizard is called “Ananas” (pineapple in Swedish) and he is quite small so he spends most of his time in his terrarium. But when I want to I can get him out and carry him around or put him next to me on the sofa while I’m studying. It sounds really boring but he’s quite interesting, he does give me a heart attack when he decides to randomly sprint down the table or bonk his head on things but I love him anyway. My sister is determined to make him a leash of sorts so we can take him for walks without worrying about him running off🥹

I hope life starts getting easier again for you, sending you a virtual hug lovely🫂💕

Hey! I did a quick google search and found a pineapple lizard but that’s about it (I got a bit scared). Glad to hear that you love your pet lizard. The part about bonking his head on things sounds a bit funny but I hope it doesn’t hurt him.

I wish I could get a pet. Hopefully I’ll get a cat at some point.

Thank you ✨✨ virtual hugs to you too ✨💜🫂 How’s life treating you these days?

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Hi love, how are you feeling today? Have you done anything fun lately? I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing❤️ I was also wondering if you have any pets or animals? I myself have a cat and a little lizard

Hey! I’m super drained. Life has been hectic since the year began but I don’t regret a single thing. Nothing fun except reading research papers (yes, I’m a nerd). Thank you so much for checking in. How are you? 🫂🥺🥺

I have no pets since my mother is not a fan. Personally, I like cats even though I’ve never ever met someone with a pet cat. Probably because of all the reels of cute kitties I see on IG. ✨✨💜

A lizard? That’s the first I’ve heard of a lizard being a pet. How does that. . . work? (Idk if ‘work’ is the right word so here’s hoping you somehow magically understand what I’m trying to ask)

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yes

Azriel is for the girls who want to be tied up for their pleasure. Eris is for the girls who want to be tied up for his.

Azriel wants to pin you down with silky shadows while going to his knees before burying himself between your legs with soft nips and sucks.

Eris wants to see you begging on your knees while warm flames tie your wrists behind your back before he slides his length over your tongue and down your throat.

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Obsessed - Part 10 - Epilogue (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: A decade, a wedding, and two kids later, Azriel is still obsessed.

Warnings: Fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

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A decade later

“This spot, right here, was where I spoke to your mama for the first time.” Azriel declared after stopping at some random part of the airport with their twins in his arms. 

What? 

“Ohh.” The children cooed with far too much energy for early morning travel. Their father seemed rather proud of their reaction. 

Y/n suspected something was off when her husband proposed a trip the week before to the country where she’d studied for her exchange program but what the actual fuck was this?

All of it started when their kids asked him about how he’d met their mother. 

As a matter of fact, she really did not remember why she agreed to this trip but Azriel had somehow seduced her into saying yes and the next thing she knew, the family had reached the airport.

Y/n remained somewhere between embarrassment and mortification as he continued to narrate to his children the story of how hopelessly he’d fallen in love with their mother while skipping the inappropriate parts of his thoughts. 

She sighed.

Maybe, she could take a breather and visit the university, meet her professors and a few friends. 

She followed Azriel into a restaurant where as soon as they entered, a few men stood up from a table and made way for the family to sit. 

“This is where I had my first meal with your mama. I was sitting on this very chair and for some reason, your mama is not sitting on the same chair she was all those years ago.” And she simply smiled before deciding their food because her family were engrossed in their own world to read the menu.

All those years ago, huh? 

Time had flown by so soon and somehow so slowly. 

And a thirty-nine year old Azriel certainly looked fine. So damn fine carrying the kids with the sleeves of his black shirt folded up to the forearms and revealing his tattoos. Y/n was half tempted to drag him to the nearest restroom and kneel for him. 

The meal was a light one. She watched them quietly while Azriel narrated the legendary romance of their mama and papa to their children. 

“Mama.” The little boy, Aether, called. “When did you fall in love with papa?”

“In an apartment.” She smiled at the memories from their apartments and let them take her back in time.

When Azriel confessed how he’d arranged for them to meet by finding out her travel information, she was simply surprised. 

But then he revealed how he’d bought an entire building and arranged for them to be neighbours just so he could have an excuse to see her and talk to her. 

Her husband smiled knowingly at her as he continued to coddle and feed their children. 

And then came the time to board the flight. 

Outside the aircraft, Azriel stood with their kids as he commanded their attention. “Now, this is the plane in which I sat next to your mama for the first time. It was our first time travelling together.”

Y/n sighed. Who gave this man so much money anyway? Because he’d tracked down that particular aircraft and bought it ten years ago. It had been revamped into a private jet for the family. 

They boarded the plane and Y/n had absolutely nothing to do. The only thing she had to do was order food for them all at that restaurant earlier. Azriel had taken care of everything else. 

The plane was divided into three parts; the cockpit for the pilots, the area for the cabin crew and the bodyguards, and the area for the family, with the latter separated by doors. 

Their baby girl, Nora, was now yawning. Soon enough, Aether yawned and Y/n led them to the large bed where she tucked them and closed the window. Once they’d fallen asleep, she returned to her husband and settled on his lap. 

“Sleep, Y/n.” His hand cradled her body gently and firmly. And as she drifted away to sleep, she recalled how life had continued after their reconciliation.

It was a mess and they wanted it. They wanted to navigate it. She'd taken her time to confess her feelings about her past and so had he. And for the first time, they were raw and broken in each other's arms.

She snuggled against him, inhaling his scent. This was her husband. The father of her children. A man so devoted to her and intent on treating her right and she wondered if she was ever doing enough for him.

And just when she thought she could cry from it all, her husband pressed a kiss to her forehead and began humming a tune.

**** 

Azriel was a composed person. Always taking time to enjoy everything. Never in a hurry because he always planned everything like that. 

He’d taken Y/n out on dates where they could simply enjoy the food and the place without having to rush anything at all. 

When they were married, he was over the moon. Obviously.

The billion-dollar empire did not run on its own but he was far too eager to go home to Y/n.

After a long period of an obsession bordering on unhealthy, she was finally his wife. And they had two children. Aether had his black curly hair and smile while Nora had his eyes but the rest of them were all his sweet wife. 

Wife. 

Azriel looked at the building as the car neared it. When it stopped, he gently woke up his wife and the family was in the apartment she lived in. 

“This was mama’s apartment.”

“What’s an apartment?” Azriel proceeded to explain the word by giving the twins a tour of the place. 

****

Dinner was yet another affair as Azriel took it upon himself to tour the city, taking them to every single place they’d ever been to. “This is where we did our grocery shopping.”

“So this is how I can get a girlfriend.” The little boy mused. 

“Maybe.” The father grinned. Their son mirrored his expression and their daughter was now curious. 

“Mama.” Nora looked up at Y/n. “If I want to marry someone, will I have to wait for a boy to do all this for me?”

Azriel froze. 

His little girl? 

Marrying? 

Marrying?

What a horrifying thought. 

He immediately took out his phone and texted his assistant to increase the security around his daughter lest some random lizard abduct her from him. 

“Well. .” Y/n began. “Maybe you’ll meet someone who does something else but which would make you feel special.” My god, what was his wife saying? There was no need for their daughter to meet anyone like that. 

“But papa makes me feel special. So why would I meet someone else?” Bless his daughter, such a lovely soul. 

“Of course, my little sweet.” Yes. Papa was all that his little girl needed. There was no need for any snakes to slither into her life. 

****

A few weeks later

It was a normal day and a normal lunch. Azriel and Y/n held a child each and walked over to the table where Nesta was waiting with Cassian. 

A few years ago, when the ladies had discovered that their partners were old childhood friends, it was decided that there was no reason why they couldn’t dine together every now and then. 

Nesta and Cassian had recently gotten married in a hurry. One random morning, Y/n had been video called to be told that they were going somewhere and the courthouse was on the way, so they decided to marry. Needless to say, Y/n screamed at her friend before congratulating her. 

Conversation floated around the table. The children were coddled. Food was passed around and laughter erupted. 

“Cassian!” A voice yelled. 

The man looked up to see another one of his friends and smiled broadly. He raised a hand in greeting. “Rhys!”

Nesta looked up and saw her brother-in-law holding her nephew, Nyx’s hand while Feyre was busy looking at the pastries a few steps away from them. Once Rhys walked over to his wife and she’d also seen them, it was automatically decided that they’d be dining together. 

More seats were added and adults were catching up. Meanwhile, the twins looked at Nyx in fascination primarily because they’d never seen him before. 

Nyx, only a few months older than them at the age of six, reached out for Nora’s cheek. Once he’d ascertained that it was soft, he pulled it hard. 

The girl squealed in pain, tears brimming her eyes. She immediately turned to her brother who was already glaring at the boy. 

Y/n came and began pacifying her daughter while her son stayed close but Azriel was struck at the horror of the situation. 

“Keep your son a mile away from my daughter.” And thus began, Azriel’s paranoia that the reptile who’d steal his precious daughter would be none other than Nyx.

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Author's Note: Thank you for accompanying me on this journey. Writing Obsessed has been a wonderful experience.

Thank you @findingstephanie @div94 for helping me. They were my beta readers for Obsessed and have helped me immensely.

I hope all of us meet people who will not only be obsessed with us but also be obsessed with treating us right.

P.S. I might write an Azriel x Reader/OC x Eris fic soon.

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Obsessed - Part 9 (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: After Azriel's mother reprimands him, he orchestrates another coincidence that leads to a reconciliation.

Warnings: Y/n being a bit naive and delulu. Azriel being the hopeless billionaire still in love because we all deserve a man like this. Azriel saying fluffy and corny things because we deserve men who say such things to us.

Word count: 3.6k

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“You insensitive little shit.” Such a pleasant woman, his mother. “How dare you violate someone’s privacy?”

“Mum, I-”

“And this is how you approached her?” Clearly, Azriel’s mother had no intention of letting him speak.

“I-”

“There are many ways to meet new people, Azriel. The most common one being that you could’ve gone up to her and politely introduced yourself.”

“She would’ve rejected me.”

“She should definitely reject you after the stunt you pulled.” 

“How-”

“The audacity. . .” Needless to say, Azriel received a scolding for the next seventeen minutes. “Leave her alone, Azriel. You’ve hurt her immeasurably. Your devotion does not compensate for that.”

“I want her in my life.”

“Then start by giving her some space. Let her sort out her feelings.”

“She’s hurting.”

“You hurt her, in case you forgot.” Like his mother would ever let him forget. “And don’t creep around in your building’s common areas just to see her.”

“Yes.”

“If I hear anything otherwise, I will stop baking pineapple cake for Christmas.”

For those of you unfamiliar with Azriel, this was the most effective way to threaten him. With his favourite dessert. Or the lack thereof.

“Yes, mum.” But Azriel’s mind had already begun concocting ideas. He was the Chairman of Umbra for fuck’s sake. If he could run a billion-dollar empire, he could definitely get Y/n back.

“If you run a billion dollar empire then I gave birth to you. Mark my words, Azriel. If you loiter around her like an aimless fool, I will burn my recipe book.” 

His mother was a pleasant woman. Her threats did not involve bodily harm. But whether he’d be able to have his mother’s homemade desserts was still debatable. “I’ll call you later. It’s my turn for the appointment.”

“Bye, mum.”

“Maintain your distance.” And she ended the call. 

Azriel supposed Y/n would definitely like his mother as a mother-in-law. His mother would have a daughter to dote on and he could simply watch the two of them chatter while sipping coffee.

Y/n had an internship. At a university in another European country. As a research assistant to a professor. For three months. Then she’d return to her own university in the city where they first met and fell in love. 

Well, he fell in love and she was unaware but not to worry, everything would be fine. 

****

Azriel knew for certain that his events management abilities were applause worthy. Why wouldn’t they be?

Because the way he orchestrated his meeting with Y/n and ended up being her neighbour was something. 

And now, he’d orchestrate a few more events. 

Y/n’s internship had ended. 

It was a good thing for her professor that he was a well mannered, decent human being. Else, Azriel would’ve definitely intervened in a manner that wouldn’t have ended well. 

And now, she was back in the same city. She had just begun the second year of her master’s program. 

Wonderful. 

In three weeks, the reclusive chairman of Umbra would give his first guest lecture in a university. 

Was it a coincidence that this was the same university Y/n attended? Absolutely not.

Because Azriel did not wait around for things to happen. He made things happen. 

That’s how he reached where he was and he was definitely not going to be discouraged.  

She’d begun to shine again during her internship. Friends, both new and old, helped her navigate life. 

He hadn’t contacted her per his mother’s instructions. 

Some days, he’d just randomly opened their chat. He’d see her online and sometimes, he’d type but he never sent a message. And he never received one either. 

Azriel sighed. 

He looked at his choice of clothes for his guest lecture. The topic was his latest collaboration with Rhysand’s Velaris Corp to acquire Hewn Inc. 

He had to look so jaw droppingly handsome that Y/n would fly into his arms and they could run off into the sunset together. 

Black was his colour. 

He knew it.

And Y/n found him hot in black.

So it was decided. Black trousers, sweater, long trench coat. 

That’s how he found himself on the stage of an auditorium, holding a mic, giving a lecture, and answering questions posed by eager and foolish students alike. 

The lecture had ended. Some students and faculties stayed back for follow up questions. Azriel patiently answered all of them when he saw her. 

Y/n. 

And he was hers.

Immediately and undoubtedly hers.

What a sad time it was when he was not hers. A sad time spanning twenty-nine years of his life. 

“Excuse me.” And Azriel made his way towards her. But then he stopped when her gaze found him. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Fuck.

He wasn’t prepared for this. 

He thought he was but he wasn’t.

He hated it.

The sight of her entire body seized by the grief of his betrayal. Her emotions all over her face for him to read that Y/n had most definitely not moved on from him. 

Someone covered her from his line of sight. A face turned back with the glare of a demon. Nesta Archeron.

He sighed. And Nesta seemed offended that her glare had resulted in a sigh. She turned back and took his Y/n away. 

Azriel looked up at the sky as he pulled out his phone. He still didn’t look at the device. 

The evening pinks and violets painted the sky. Clouds were scarce. The moon was readying for its appearance. And Azriel was brooding.

A call came. A different ringtone. The one he’d set for her. 

“How many more lies?” A soft voice whispered. He knew she was referring to him not telling about his designation in Umbra. She’d thought him an ordinary employee. 

“As many as it takes to ensure your safety.” He breathed. 

“Why are you here?”

“Guest lecture.”

“And it happened to be right here?”

“Yeah.” It would happen anywhere she was. Guest lectures, conferences, and whatever the fuck that would give him a chance to see her and breathe the same air as her. 

A pause. The wind whispered something to him and danced with his hair for a while. “You’re beautiful.”

Silence. 

The call continued. And he felt oddly chaotic and calm. 

“Go away, Azriel.” 

“I cannot take impossible requests.” 

“Then take impossible orders and make it possible.” Y/n was firm. “Leave me alone.”

“I cannot.” And he knew his voice was shaky. 

“Why?”

“I need to know you’re safe, comfortable, and happy. It’s all that keeps me sane in your absence.” 

“What if I meet someone else?”

His breath hitched. “Safe, comfortable, and happy, Y/n. That’s where my selfishness for you extends.” 

“And you’re selfless in other areas?”

“You ended our relationship, Y/n, not my feelings. I will be jealous. I will be angry. But I will prioritise your safety, comfort, and happiness.” 

He’d limit it to that. Let her think that his feelings were warm and fuzzy like that favourite blanket of hers and not a mad obsession luring him into an abysmal terrain.

She did not need to know that he’d dismember and torture and slowly kill anybody who thought they had a chance with her. 

Azriel heard a sob. Some core part of him cracked. He looked in the direction where she had disappeared to with Nesta. She was not there.

He wanted to comfort her. 

Hold her and tell her not to cry because he’d make it all better. 

But he was the reason for her tears. 

So he remained silent.

Her cries slowly stopped and he heard footsteps through the phone. “What are you really doing here?” 

“I want to see you.” The footsteps paused. She was probably standing somewhere.

“You saw me.” She immediately threw the words as if they were an accusation.

“Didn’t see you enough.” 

She remained silent. Azriel really couldn’t believe he’d said that. He was a master at controlling his emotions. At least, until Y/n.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Umbra?”

“I wanted to hog you for myself. Not for the man who owns Umbra.” 

“You are that man.”

“I’ve always been Azriel. I did not own Umbra all my life.” The pain of being an illegitimate child suddenly came to the forefront of his mind. 

“And now it’s an inseparable part of you.”

“Not as inseparable as you think.” Because he’d leave it all behind for her. 

“I liked you, Azriel.” Everything paused. The pain in her voice made it all too evident that she still liked him. “I really did but this. . . This is just. .”

“I want another chance, Y/n.” 

“How can you ask such a thing?”

“Another chance with you knowing the full extent of what I will do for you.” 

“And what is this extent?”

“There’s no extent.”

“What?”

“There’s no extent, no line, no limit on what I will do for you.” And even if there was an extent he couldn’t recall right now, he knew Y/n was not unreasonable enough to demand for it. And if she was, then he’d simply comply.

“Does that extent also include violating my privacy? Disrespecting me? As long as you’ve secured my safety and happiness?” 

“There’s no line I won’t-”

“The problem wasn’t the line. The problem wasn’t Umbra. The problem was you hiding it all from me. The problem was you not asking my permission, not considering my feelings, while digging up everything about me like a mole rat.”

Azriel remained stunned. 

How had this slipped past him?

He’d thought he was careful with her feelings. And so, he’d resolved to only tell the good things. Things that wouldn’t be troublesome for her while wanting to know all about her and her problems so that he could eliminate them and make life easier for her. 

But was this a true relationship where he carried the burdens and she carried the joy? 

Weren’t they supposed to carry their lives together no matter the good or the bad?

“You hide things from me but you want to know everything about me so you just get someone to find it all.”

“I’m truly sorry, Y/n. I should’ve told you everything.” And since he hadn’t, he’d lost her. “I was desperate to have every bit of you.” But that desperation hadn’t entitled him to all those bits. “I’m sorry for violating your privacy.” He should’ve waited to know everything that comprised this wonderful woman. “I couldn’t wait. And I’ve now lost you.” 

“What am I even supposed to say?”

“You don’t have any obligation to say anything.” 

“I have no obligation to listen to you.” No, she didn’t. This call was just an act of mercy she granted owing to her own feelings for him that she couldn’t control. 

“Thank you for listening.” 

“I suppose you have more to say.” 

“I do.” He really wanted to say these words at their wedding. 

“Let’s meet.” She sniffled. “I want to know what exactly you know about me.” In the background, he could hear Nesta telling Y/n against it. 

“When are you free?” She gave him a time and venue. And Azriel motioned to the assistant who’d accompanied him that they were leaving. “I’ll meet you there.” 

Silence prevailed. The only sound was his own footsteps.

“Why are you not ending the call?”

“I’ve never ended any of our calls.” Because he’d always wanted to hear her voice. Even if she had anything to say at the last minute. They’d done that many times. 

“Bye.” And he couldn’t help his sad sigh. Azriel walked over to the venue even though there was time. 

****

Y/n was getting the lecture of her life. Nesta was incessantly rambling while she got ready. 

She’d spotted Azriel outside the Department of Business Studies after her classes had ended and she was heading back to her flat shared with her friend. 

“You have to be careful with him. Are you listening to me?” Nesta placed her hands on Y/n’s shoulders. 

“Yeah.” She slumped against her best friend.

“And it does not matter if he’s devilishly handsome or sexy or you had the best sex of your life with him or if you like him or love him or he likes you or loves you or-”

“I’ll be fine.” Nesta really didn’t have to remind her about Azriel’s attractiveness. 

“Really?” Nesta didn’t say it out loud but she knew her well enough. Her friend definitely thought that Y/n would reconcile with Azriel. 

“Yeah.”

Nesta took her in a hug. “Got your pepper spray?” 

“Mhm.”

“So the first thing you do is to spray it. Spray it all over his unnecessarily pretty face.” Y/n remembered the first time she’d talked to Nesta about Azriel and she’d used the words ‘unnecessarily pretty’ to describe him.

“I’m going there to talk.”

“Then spray it on his eyes and ears.”

“All right.” Y/n chuckled. She knew her friend was furious at this man she’d never even met.

It had taken her a while to revive herself. The depth of her feelings for Azriel revealed itself to her only upon his betrayal. 

And she felt like she was heading to war. It probably was, in a sense. 

Y/n reached the park ten minutes before but she loitered around, her nerves wracking and snapping against her, telling her to leave. 

“Y/n.” She’d recognise that voice. She was weak for him like that. 

Y/n turned and saw him dressed for a funeral. In black. 

Any other day and she would’ve thought he looked hot but today when she was a miserable mess with no rein over her feelings, she worried for herself.

Was he going to kill her and chop her body and scatter the pieces in some sewer like he’d done with her heart? 

“Azriel.” Yep. She sounded weak. Affected. 

He took a step forward, the leaves crunching beneath his shoe. Y/n took a step back. 

This conversation was definitely going to be difficult. 

“Would you like me to remain at a distance?” He asked, gently. And she was reminded of the times when this man simply clung to her frame because he didn’t want to let go. In bed, the bath, all around their apartments.  

“Yes.” She breathed. “What do you know about me?”

And he narrated her own story. 

About her pathetic family, her horrifying mother, her counselling sessions from high school, all the people who hurt her, all the people she’d ever befriended. 

He knew everything that had ever been documented about her. 

At the end of his revelation, she simply closed her eyes and sighed. 

“I won’t tell anyone.” He promised solemnly. Was his word worth anything now? Or wasn’t it?

“Am I supposed to trust that?” She dryly asked. And with those words, she’d hurt him. She saw the hurt painted on his face like a dark stain. And fury pumped through her veins.

“You’re not entitled to feel hurt.” How dare he pretend he was the victim here? “Not after this.” She stood up and grabbed her sling bag and phone. Azriel immediately stood up. “I. .” But she really had nothing to say. 

Y/n didn’t know what he was going to do with all that information. But maybe it didn’t matter since he had the resources to do that to anyone. He could keep tabs on her for the rest of her miserable life. 

Even then, no matter how long and hard she thought about it, she didn’t mind. 

She didn’t mind him keeping tabs on her.

She didn’t mind him knowing where she was and what she was doing. She’d told him enough of that herself while they were together and happy.

In a way, she understood it. Maybe she even liked it. 

Y/n was honestly only bothered by him hiding this. By him digging her past out of a box she wasn’t ready to open in front of him. 

Was this devotion? 

Or simply madness?

“I won’t tell you that I wouldn’t do it if we went back in time because I would.” Oh, he was hell bent on making this difficult.

“You could’ve told me.” She whispered. “That you were having me followed.” 

Y/n closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before she continued. 

“And you should’ve waited for me to tell you everything.” All that fucked up part of her, a product of her mother’s parenting skills. “You have the nerve to dig into my past and yet, you kept yours hidden. You’ve kept your life hidden from me and I respected that.” 

Y/n held up a hand when she saw Azriel open his mouth to speak. He had such a beautiful mouth. She wanted him to kiss her. 

“I’m not interested in you knowing everything and that too without my knowledge and permission while I know nearly nothing about you. And before you ask, information on Google does not count.” 

“I’m an illegitimate child.” What? 

Y/n remained shocked as Azriel told her his story. Of how his father and brothers mistreated him and his mother, how he killed them before he took over Umbra.

“Why did you tell me? You had no obligation.” Gods, she really was weak for this man. And for him to be so emotionally vulnerable in front of her made her want to hug him. 

“Because now I realise that a romance is also to be a partnership. It shouldn’t be me knowing everything while you live obliviously. You have as much right to know.” 

Yep, she was doomed. 

Her resolve was faltering. And she was feeling and falling. 

The hot chocolate in front of her that she’d ordered as a formality was cooling down. 

“One chance.” She whispered, praying silently that he wouldn’t break her heart again. “And that will be your last one.” 

****

Azriel knew failure. Many different types of it. He’d known it when he failed his first test. When he lost his first fight. When his applications were rejected. When he had been rejected by friends, girlfriends, his father, his half-brothers, his stepmother. 

So much had been taken from him. And he’d been pushed to the edge of the world before he found the resolve to stand up. It was the sight of his mother cringing in front of his father. 

And then he concocted his wonderful five-year plan. At the end of it, Umbra was his. His mother, safe and comfortable. His father and half-brother, dead. And that wretch of a stepmother, practically exiled. 

And then he’d lost Y/n, truly and completely. 

Azriel wanted Y/n. He’d spent the best few months of his life with her. 

She made him endlessly happy and he tried his best to do the same for her. 

He knew her presence in his life was a privilege. But now it seemed like he’d never taken that privilege seriously and had never respected it in the manner he should have. 

So when she gave him one last chance, he’d been revived. His posture changed, eyes widening. Every movement right then felt as though he was rising from the grave or a coffin and returning to the land of the living. 

Honesty. That would now be an integral part of this relationship. There would be no excuses. And then he remembered something he’d caused. 

Azriel debated telling her but since secrecy had never worked in his favour in this relationship, he made his decision. “So, remember your ex?”

Y/n frowned. “Which one?”

“The one from college.” He was unprecedentedly nervous. 

“Yeah.”

“The one roped into a tax fraud.”

“Yeah?” Y/n blinked and leaned forward. “You did that?”

Azriel nodded quietly. She slumped back into her seat and sighed. “Well, he’s no longer my concern. Do I have to convince you to move on from him?”

“He hasn’t gotten enough.” 

“And he deserves no effort from anybody, the good or the bad. Anything else you want to tell me?” 

“I’ve never had a proper relationship before.” Her eyes widened and she kept looking at him as if she’d never seen him before. Why would she do that? 

“How come?” 

Why was she asking such a question? Wasn’t it obvious why he’d never been in a proper, serious relationship. “Because I’d never met you before.”

Silence prevailed. Y/n looked away in that adorable manner of hers, clearly blushing. And Azriel couldn’t help his smile. “Does that surprise you?”

She glared at him and then stood up. The evening wind was cool and felt pleasant on her face. Y/n looked around, finally noticing the park around her. 

People were in pairs, walking or simply sitting. Couples, most likely. 

And then there was her. With him. On a bench. Sitting at a distance. Azriel really wanted that distance to vanish. So he called her name. 

Y/n looked back at him and he was already looking back at her. “I swear to all the hot chocolate in the world, Azriel. If you ever pull a stunt like this, I’m leaving you.”

He took a step forward. And another. She did not move from her place. “May I?” 

“Yes.” She breathed, eyes closing. Memories sprung forth like a fountain from all the times they'd kissed.

He pressed his lips on her forehead before promising. “I won’t pull a stunt like this. Ever. And if you do leave me, you will be leaving with my heart as you did three months ago.”

“And you’ll give guest lectures to see me even after that?” Y/n leaned into his touch and smiled. The first smile in months. He felt some semblance of peace settle in his heart.

“A Ted Talk, if needed.” Azriel smiled at her faintly. And behind his smile, he really hoped for their future.

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[thesunloveschips]

Was Nyra a virgin before the last fic or not?

So there’s a time skip of two years and during those two years, the sisters (excluding Feyre) travelled a lot and Nyra did take casual lovers every now and then.

And also, I wanted her to be prepared (in a sense) for the male with largest wingspan 🤭😭😭

[thesunloveschips]

Is the reader in Obsessed gonna ever find out about Azriel doing all the surveillance and like engineering their meeting? Like I wonder is she’ll be delulu and lowkey into it or if it’s gonna be a whole thing that he has to grovel for🫣🫣

She found out in the latest chapter. I hope you read it and enjoyed it. And I know it’s been a while since I last updated Obsessed but all I can tell you is that Azriel is a very persistent man. Will update soon. ✨✨