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Craving

A/N: Sorry, that I haven't posted in quite a while! I was lacking motivation a little bit and had a ton of other stuff to do. This one here was not requested, but the idea for it was stuck in my head for a couple days now and I couldn't concentrate on writing anything else. I will probably write some of the open requests soon.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: light smut (only a few paragraphs)

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„Come on, Y/N, we‘re waiting for you!”. Cassian’s voice is calling out to you from the dance floor. Behind him, you spot Mor, looking seriously offended you’re leaving her alone and instead sitting in a corner of Rita’s with a not even half-finished drink in your hand. Rhys and Feyre must be here somewhere too.

Even Azriel is on the dance floor, a rare sight. You can’t help but stare at him, the way his wings glow faintly in the glimmering lights of the club. His body that moves so flawlessly to the rhythm, so unlike the movements you are used to see him perform when training.

Fingers entangled in your hair, the hot feeling of his lips on yours. His voice in your ear, telling you he would take you slowly.

You shake your head as if to get rid of the memory, but still blush as Azriel’s gaze meets yours for a second.

“I’m sorry guys, but I don’t feel like dancing today”, you excuse yourself. That being said, you set down your glass and quickly escape out into the night.

Inhaling the cold air slowly, you try to calm down. It’s not his fault, you remind yourself, that you can’t seem to get over him. That you start thinking in an inappropriate way as soon as your eyes meet.

His lips met your neck, kissing and sucking on it. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your body begging for him to come closer. As his kisses travel downward you cannot help but moan out his name.

“Y/N is everything okay?”, Mor calls out to you. The fantasy in your head is gone, leaving you restless, yearning for him.

“Yes, I’m fine”, you say, not looking up.

“No, you’re not and you know that”. She’s close enough to see your face now. “What’s wrong?”, she asks. Her eyes soften as she hugs you. Mor must have seen your despair.

“I- it’s nothing, really”. At her strict look, you wince a little bit. You want to tell her. But it’s just so embarrassing.

“I had sex. With Azriel”, you start over, taking a deep breath. But before you can continue, she exclaims: “By the Mother, that’s awesome! When? Why didn’t you tell me?”.

A tear builds up in your eye and before you know it, you’re crying into her shoulder.

“It- it… it was a couple years ago”, you finally manage to say. By now all you can really feel is embarrassment. “And it’s not awesome. Well, it was. But-“. You start sobbing again.

“It was a one-night stand. He… acts as if nothing ever happened, but I can’t stop thinking about it and whenever he looks at me, I-“. You stop talking. It sounds absolutely idiotic, even to you.

But Mor doesn’t look bewildered. Instead, she hugs you even tighter, rubbing your back slightly.

“What happens then, sweetie?”, she asks.

Sighing, you gulp down your embarrassment: “I miss him. A lot. He’s still there, of course. But afterwards he stopped talking to me the way he did before. We’re not as close anymore. And above all I not only miss our friendship …”, your cheeks heat up again, “Since him I’ve never had sex THAT good again, so I stopped having any altogether. And now I’m not only missing him and kind of into him, I’m also sexually frustrated and lonely”.

You did have sex with other males in the succeeding weeks. But none of them had been able to give you the same feeling he did. That indescribable feeling of closure and … being loved. Even though he most likely didn’t love you, because it took him a month to even look at you again.

Mor’s face is a mix of amusement and empathy: “Like… no sex in years? For a guy who fucked you so good but then what? Ignored you? Even though there was this feeling that nobody else could give you?”. You nod, and she actually starts laughing. “Honey, if you weren’t that sad it would be hilarious, because it sure as hell sounds like he’s your mate”.

Your entire world shifts in that moment.

Your sweaty bodies are tangled in his sheets, gasping for air. Azriel’s shadows swirling around you, purring in your ears. With his final thrust, the world around you seems to fade away. There’s just him and you, for a second you don’t even know where his body ends and yours begins anymore.

Shocked, you look at her. “I… that kind of makes sense? But he would’ve talked to me then, wouldn’t he? I … I’m so confused right now”.

Your thoughts are running wild. Was this the reason he ignored you? Because he was overwhelmed? Was he waiting for you to make the first step? Or… Or was he not interested in the bond and wanted to reject it?

“Y/N? Mor? Is everything alright? Rhys told me to look after you, you’ve been gone for quite a while now”. You quickly wipe away your tears at Azriel’s voice. What should you tell him?

Mor winks at you, already making her way back towards the entrance: “Everything alright, shadowsinger. You might want to stay and talk to Y/N for a second though”.

And just like that, Mor vanishes, leaving me alone with Azriel. His wings are slightly shuffling behind his back and his gaze on me looks worried.

“So, uhm what did Mor mean?”. His shadows are coiling closely around his arms, showing how uncomfortable he is.

You inhale slowly, making sense of your thoughts. You find no good solution, so you just decide to start at the beginning.

“A couple of years ago we… after a celebration for you when you came home from a mission we had sex. Do you remember?”. It was almost painful to say this while watching him. Not only was the atmosphere incredibly tense, but also the possibility of him actually having forgotten about it made you sad.

He frowned a little, “I do remember, Y/N. Quite well, actually. But I don’t get what you’re trying to tell me”. For a second, you believe to see a certain hunger in his eyes. An expression you had only seen once on him before.

Nodding, you continue, “There was this… this feeling back then. Something I’ve never felt before. And nobody else has been able to make me feel the same way. I told Mor about it…”

You can’t finish your sentence, he cuts in sharply, “Why are you telling Mor this after years?”. And to himself, almost inaudible, he murmurs, “Don’t think about the other males”. The anger on his face is devastating.

You are absolutely terrified, but know you have to tell him. So, you muster up all of your courage and speek the words aloud that had been on your mind ever since, “Because I am in love with you. Because I don’t know what I should do about this, as you’re so distant all the time. And I cannot take this anymore, I miss you. I hate seeing you with other females. When I can’t fall asleep I think about this connection I felt that night”.

The pure shock on his face quickly gives way to a broad smile. “And what Mor meant is that… when I talked to her and described that feeling to her, she said we are most probably mates”. The last word is purely a whisper hanging in the air between you two. Mates.

And then, without hesitation, he begins to talk. “The first time I felt the bond was about two weeks before that night, when I said goodbye to you before that mission. It was so painful to leave you behind…”

“Hold up, you knew of the bond?”, you question him. Guilt creeps upon his face. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you ignore me for weeks after we had sex? Do you know what this did to me? All these years and you didn’t bother to just talk to me?”. Hot tears again spill over your cheeks.

He comes closer, as to wipe your tears away, but you back away.

“Y/N, I thought you didn’t want the bond. That you rejected it. Or worse, that it was only one-sided, because I couldn’t feel you across it. Rhys told me that the safest way to know was to just sleep with you, because then the bond normally clears up, but it didn’t work. At least I thought so”. The look on his face is pleading, but still, all you feel is anger and loneliness.

“So you only slept with me because Rhys told you so?”.

“No! I did it, because I love you and wanted you, truly. I still wished that the mating bond would reveal itself. And when I thought that it hadn’t worked, I couldn’t bear to be around you. I was so angry at the Cauldron, because I felt unworthy. Again. Imagine being in my situation. Having a mate, but the bond not working completely, the other person unaware of what’s going on! I did what I had to do to protect myself”.

The vulnerability in his statement catches you absolutely off guard. A small smile formed on your face, as you walk a few steps towards him.

“Maybe we weren’t ready back then. Maybe it kept us waiting, because it knew we would need the time to work things out”, you suggest, closing the distance between you and him.

His eyes twinkle in the starlight, as he lowers his head, “Well, there’s only one way of finding out”, he says as he cradles your head in his hands. Slowly, he comes closer and closer, until you can’t endure the tension anymore and slam your lips on his.

His lips are velvet on yours, only intensifying the kiss after a few seconds. He holds himself back, almost painfully so. But you are yearning for him, for his touch. And as you licked his lower lip and he grants you access to his mouth, you felt it again. The euphoria racing through your veins. And as you kept kissing, it was as if a fog lifts itself and all of a sudden you can feel him, not only against your body, but also against your soul, interlocking with it.

He must have felt the same thing, as we both gasp for air almost at the same time. Azriel’s mouth twists into a smile as he kisses me again. His wings are now wrapped around you, obscuring you from any passers-by.

“I’ve waited 500 years to find you, my mate”, he says. The word echoing through me. Mate. Mate. Mate. You still can’t believe this is actually happening, as you send a wave of love across the bond. “But I would have waited 500 more for you. For this moment alone”.

At this, you kiss him again, unable to express your emotions any other way. “Let’s end this journey how we began it, shall we? With me in your bed”.

[valentina-writes]

Hi can you please write for the angst prompt of Azriel saying: “Am I not enough anymore?” after an argument with reader? Thank you!

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A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry that it has taken me so long to upload again, I had a lot of exams lately. There will be more content coming up.

Word count: 1.4k

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„Well damn, y/n, I don’t care about that! I am able to protect myself, you know?”, Azriel said. You were in the middle of an argument and even though it was very heated, he didn’t raise his voice on you.

“I know that you can, but I don’t want you to! For fucks sake, can’t there be just one week in which you don’t have to go away? One single week that we can spend on our own, just the two of us?”, you asked. When Azriel had told you, he was leaving again tomorrow after only having been home for three days since his last mission, you had flipped. You barely saw him anymore, which took a serious toll on you.

“You know very well that this is my job! You know that it’s my responsibility to spy. And spying requires me to leave the house. This is an important matter!”. You could see anger in his eyes, a whole lot of it. You were used to seeing this anger in battle or when he was talking to Mor’s father. But never had he ever used this look against you.

“You knew what you signed up for when you accepted the mating bond! You knew about it all, knew how often I am away from home and all. What did you expect? That I was exaggerating? That I would quit my job, even though I am the only one who can do it?”. Now, that he was saying this, you knew it sounded ridiculous. But yes, you had expected something to change. You had expected him to care about your needs and this relationship more. How selfish. Now, you felt bad about what you had said and tried to back down.

“It doesn’t matter anymore what I was thinking. It matters that you aren’t even trying. Rhys would let you take a week off if you asked him, you know that, don’t you?”. His face became emotionless as you said this. It had taken you years to see behind this emotionless mask. And now within a second it was back up, hiding his true self from you again. All of his shadows clung to him now, almost in a defensive way.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I don’t want to take a lot of time off? That I, on some days, actually enjoy what I am doing? Not the torture, not the loneliness. But I enjoy using my shadows to their fullest, I enjoy being able to stretch my wings and just fly for a while. I enjoy seeing new places and learning their stories, just as much as I like that I am of a use to this circle!”. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and sadness. You hadn’t been aware of how deeply his insecurities were still rooted.

“I…”

He didn’t let you finish. “You always thought I’m only doing this because I don’t have another choice. But I have a choice. Not for every mission, but for some. And I am taking time off, you know? On some days the workload is bigger than I can fathom, on some days it feels like somebody let hell lose. But when there is not much to do, I send my spies out to do my work too and this is when I’m home. But you want more, don’t you? You want me to always be here and give up my freedom. Am I not enough anymore? Would you rather be with someone who can give you these sorts of things?  Because I won’t hold you back then”.

Tears started forming in your eyes at his words. How did this happen? How did you go from a conversation about your free time to him offering the possibility of breaking up? The mating bond inside you was hurting, as if it felt the threat of it being severed. You swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears from falling down your cheeks, as you looked into his eyes, trying to see what was going on inside him.

“Azriel, you know that I would never want to be with anybody but you. I could never love anybody but you. And I’m sorry for not considering that you enjoy your job. But I feel so lonely. On some days I’m sitting there in Rhysand’s house, eating dinner and look at the others, all so in love with their partners. And every time something inside me is breaking because you are not there. Because they are all happy and smiles and all I can think of is if you will come home uninjured. It’s not a matter of if I want to be with you or somebody else. It’s a matter of how much longer I can take the constant fear when you are not around”. The hard lines of his face softened a bit and he even allowed you to take his hand and to run your fingers over the scars.

“I can take care of myself”. He hesitated and looked back down, as if he couldn’t bear the sight of you. “I miss you too, every time I’m away from home. And I know that this can not go on the way it’s going right now. When I leave you behind at home it feels like a part of me is missing and I know you feel the same. Some nights I can feel it down the bond. I am planning on stepping back in a while. This has to be organized, though, I can’t just leave when I feel like it”. He looked back up, smiling softly.

An idea crossed your mind. “Can I come with you this time?”

“I don’t think this would be a good idea”. He wasn’t angry anymore. His expression still friendly, he voiced his concern.

“Why not? We can spend time together, but you’re still working. I am trained, Az. You trained me yourself, how could I be better prepared? I’m not planning on doing this every time you have to go. But I think this could be a solution for some weeks”.

“I don’t want to have to worry about you when I am working. Normally … the thought that you’re safe at home comforts me. I have spies going missing more often than you think and if you were one of them it would drive me insane, because it would be my fault somebody hurt you”. He slowly pulled you in for a hug. All of this seemed to affect him harder than you had thought, you realized, as his shadows also wrapped around you.

“I know. I know, Az. But I am able to defend myself just fine. In the end it’s your choice, though. If you don’t want me there, then I will not coerce you into it”. He kissed the crown of your head and mumbled a thank you.

“We will find a way to make it work out, I promise. And I will take you with me on a few missions. Not the most dangerous ones though. And only until I’ve figured this whole situation out and have enough spies and Rhys’ permission to work a little more from home”. Down the bond you could still feel a twang of insecurity and concern. You immediately hugged him tighter, tracing a few scars on his back through his shirt.

“Thank you. And never, never again think that you are not enough. You are more than enough, everything I ever wanted. Everything I could ever need. And I understand that this decision is very hard. I shouldn’t have been that aggressive. But I wouldn’t have said something if I hadn’t felt your sadness through the bond too”.

Surprised, he looked down on you. “I knew you would never talk to me about it, because you wouldn’t want me to feel bad about it. When I figured that we have the same problem, I knew something has to change. For your sake and for mine”.

Laughing he cradled your face in his hands and kissed you softly. “Oh, what would I do without you?”

[valentina-writes]

Dying light

Request: anon: Hi um i was wondering if you could do an azriel x reader with 6 from angst and 7 from fluff? i loved starfall btw!

A/N: Awww thank you! I really liked writing this one!

(And I haven't figured out yet how to answer an ask while still being able to add tags, so I'm doing it this way)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: one curse word

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Spring had always been your favorite time of the year. When the coldness of the winter air disappeared and made room for the sun, a warm breeze and you were able to finally spend time outside again, you were happy. That was until you met her.

Elain was, in every way possible, the incarnation of spring. There was her obvious love for flowers and plants of every kind, her sweet and gentle nature. There was the way she talked, so softly and lady-like. And there was the way she dressed, always in beautiful pastel colored dresses.

You did not hate her, no. The fact that Feyre, one of your closest friends, was her sister, already played a big role. And then she was just so sweet and gentle, that it was essentially impossible to ever want to harm her in any way.

But you did not like her, no. Not at all.

Your aversion for her had started the day you met. It wasn’t fair, you knew that yourself. She had gone through a lot, being turned into a fae and all. But this did not make up for the way she had crossed you in every way possible.

You had always had a thing for the handsome shadowsinger. Maybe it was because you never felt the need to fill the comfortable silence between you with awkward small talk and you always felt good around him. Maybe it was simply because you had been friends for a while and grown closer.

Now, it didn’t matter anymore why you had fallen in love with him. Over the months before you met Elain, Azriel and you had grown closer. You had spent a lot of time training together, just as well as missions you two had completed together. And even in your free time, you always seemed to hover around each other.

But that was a thing of the past. When Elain had entered your life, Azriel had changed. He spent nearly every free minute with her, sitting in the garden or having hushed conversations. When he was training, he now did it with Cassian because your schedules didn’t align anymore due to his time with Elain. He deemed his missions too dangerous for you, too. In short, the only time left for you to see him was when the entire inner circle was there. And even then, he seemed to be naturally drawn towards her.

Today was just like that. You had awoken early in the morning, the sun shining through your window for the first time in weeks. The promise of a warm spring day lingering in the air.

Last night, after telling Rhysand of your problems and drinking some of his wine (and by some you meant quite a lot), he had deemed you unable to return home on your own, so you had stayed over at his townhouse.

You dressed up in a comfortable sweatshirt and grabbed a book and a blanket. On your way into the garden you stopped by in the kitchen to get a mug of hot chocolate. Nobody except for you seemed to be awake already, probably because today was a rare day off.

Out in the garden you sat down under your favorite tree and started reading. The wind was still slightly chilly, but later it would probably become a very warm day.

You weren’t really able to concentrate on your book. First, the sun that shone on your face and warmed every part of it, making you close the book and soak in the warmth. And then, when you opened your eyes again, they fell on the flowers Elain had planted only a few days ago. Your heart clenched at the memory of Azriel kneeling in the dirt next to her, helping her plant these flowers. You were only a heartbeat away from ripping them all out of the ground, when the door to the small garden opened again.

And there she was. Pretty as ever, she walked into the garden, sitting down on a chair. You quickly glanced away from the flowers and opened your book again, pretending to read. The last thing you wanted was to strike up a conversation with her.

She did not greet you and neither did you. She was looking at nothing, her eyes not focusing on anything. Sometimes you wondered if she had gone insane. But then you reminded yourself that, even though she had everything you had always wanted, she still deserved to be treated with some human decency.

Shortly after she had sat down, you heard another rustling coming from the door. For a second you thought about winnowing away. But no. You were curious of what they discussed. Curious of what conversations they kept from you and the others.

You shortly looked up, stealing a glance at Azriel. He looked ethereal the way he sat there, on the small terrace, stretching out his wings and sipping on a mug, his eyes still tired. The burning feeling of jealousy that had been your dear companion for the past months, appeared in your chest. Had he slept here? Had he spent the night with her? You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

Your cheeks burned as you went back to pretending to read the book. You could not concentrate on anything except for him and the relatively new feeling that arose. Hollowness. You felt so empty inside. You had known him for such a long time, had been sure that he reciprocated your feelings. Now, the only thing that was left was the bond.

Yes, you were sure that what you felt next to your heart was the mating bond. You had felt it snap when he had cleaned your wounds after training with Cassian. Your entire world had shifted when you had looked into his eyes. As if he was the center of your world now, everything else meaningless.

But he had not shown a trace of feeling the same, had not told you that he felt it too. And you were sure that he would have if he did. Shortly after, Elain joined your friend group. Was it possible that your mate did not feel the bond? That it was only there for you? You had asked Rhys this question last night, breaking down in his arms after the others had gone to bed. He had not known the answer. And now you were left more devastated than ever before.

They had started chatting a little bit, but you were unable to catch their words over the chirping of the birds. It was impossible. You wouldn’t gain anything from staying here, looking at what you couldn’t have. It would only make you even sadder.

You risked another glance at him. He was laughing at something Elain had said, his spread wings glowing red and golden in the sunlight. And his eyes … pure joy spoke out of them. You knew you should be feeling happy for him. You knew that he deserved to be happy, even if it wasn’t with you. But the bond next to your aching heart said something else.

For a second, you looked at Elain, the definition of peace and beauty. For a second, you allowed yourself to unleash the entirety of your jealousy and pain, of the sorrow and agony you felt. And for a second, you actually hated her.

In this moment, you did not realize that you had forgotten to build up the barrier around your mind. You did not realize that you had been so overtaken by your feelings that you left the end of the bond, that you assumed was only one-sided anyways, unguarded.

The conversation stopped and over the discarded book you saw Azriel’s head snap in your direction. The look on his face wasn’t angry by any means … it was surprised. And hurt. His shadows began to show again, swirling around him. He knows, you realized. He feels the mating bond too. And he hasn’t said a thing over the last months. This was all you needed to know.

Without caring about what they might think about you, you winnowed away from them, just as your first tear began to build in your eyes. The familiar feeling of nothing and the air being pressed out of your lungs comforted you a little.

You could still feel the sun on your face when you appeared at your destination – the apartment you rented. Most of your days were spent training or making plans with the inner circle anyways, so that you mainly went here to sleep.

Azriel would find you, you were sure of that. It would only be a matter of time – if he wanted to. Most likely he was still sitting in Elain’s nice little garden joking about your sudden departure.

You laid down on your bed, curling up in a ball. Never in the past months had you felt as lonely as you did now. He had known about the bond, had felt it too. And never had he tried to talk about it. Azriel hadn’t even rejected it. Just left it there, hanging in place to remind you of what you couldn’t have.

Not even an hour later you heard a knock on your front door. You didn’t want to open the door for him. And if he would wait there all day long, you wouldn’t care.

The knocking became more prominent and louder. Through the door you heard him calling your name. “Y/n?! I know you are in there”.

At first, it was easy to ignore the pounding on your door. But after a while, you had heard enough. Especially when you felt his presence in the bond.

Groaning out of anger you stood up and strode to the door. You would tell him what you thought of his behavior. And then make sure that he would stay away from you from now on, as much as it hurt you.

You opened the door and there he was, looking just as beautiful as ever, though frowning.

“What do you want?”, you snapped at him, “Go away and leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you again. Ever”. That was probably a bit too dramatic. But you did not care.

“Please, y/n, let me explain”, he begged. His shadows were nowhere to be seen, a sign of his discomfort. At least he felt as bad about this as you did.

“You still love her, don’t you? You felt the bond, you knew what was going on. But you didn’t even once try to talk to me about it, not once! You didn’t bother, didn’t care about how I was feeling the entire time! And never did you stop spending so much time with her. You are always around her, spending every free minute with her, not wasting a single thought about me. Leave me alone, I don’t want to see you any longer”.

You wanted to slam the door shut, but he reached out and held the door open. His face now looked pained, an expression you hadn’t seen on him in a long time.

“No, listen to me, y/n. I spent time with Elain because she needed me. She needed someone to listen to her and do what she loves with her, to adapt to this new life. Nobody saw the light inside her dying, nobody saw what she was going through, so I helped her. I know all too well what she is feeling like at the moment and I thought you would understand this”.

You wanted to stop him, but he didn’t let you talk. “Yes, I felt the bond. I don’t know how long you have felt it, but … it’s been there a while already for me. I wanted to talk about it, yes, I did. But shortly after Elain and Nesta joined us you started being so absent. You never talked to me, left the room when Elain and I entered it. I figured you didn’t like me back. That you just ignored the bond or wanted to reject it but hadn’t told me yet”.

You looked at him, not yet completely convinced. “I don’t believe you”, you said, “The way you look at her … the way you talk to each other, spend every free minute together. You always went out of your way for her. But never for me. When was our last training session together? When have we had our last conversation without the others? When have we been on a mission for the last time? I can remember each of those last occasions. You stopped noticing me after she appeared”.

“Her and me are just friends. Can’t you see it’s you I love?”, he asked. You stared at him in shock.

“Yes, y/n, I love you. And I know I fucked up, I know that I should have spoken to you earlier and I know that we didn’t spend as much time together as we used to. But has it ever occurred to you, that I felt the same way you did? It’s not just my fault that we stopped being friends. I waited for you. Some days I sat there and waited for you to join me training. I waited until I couldn’t take it anymore. And then I went to talk to Elain, because she was the only one who would listen to my problems”.

You didn’t know what to say. For the first time you thought about your behavior during the last months – and realized that he was right. He had spent a lot of time with her. But when he entered the room, when you crossed each other’s path in the hallway, you had fled every single time.

His shadows hid his face from your sight now, as he opened the barrier that shielded his mind from the mating bond. There was pain and sadness and anger radiating off of him. You stumbled backwards, because even though you hadn’t accepted the bond yet, the intensity of his feelings was too much to handle.

Gasping, you stood there, searching for the right words. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t see what you felt, I didn’t know I hurt you so much. The only thing I could think of was how perfect she is and how much better than me. How lucky I should be for you that you found someone. Everyday I wondered if the Mother had cursed me, if it was my fate to love someone for eternity who doesn’t love me back. Everyday I became angrier about the way you looked at each other, the way she touched or hugged you”. This conversation had turned into something you hadn’t planned, something you would’ve never thought possible.

Azriel lifted his shadows again, his face, for the first time you could remember, showing many emotions at once. Tears in his eyes, but his gaze so loving. Still frowning, but his lips already showing a hint of a smile.

You took him by his arm and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut. Without wasting another second, he crashed his lips against yours, pushing you against the wall. You stood there, kissing and soaking in the closeness for a long time. Azriel kisses were so sensual and full of pure love, that after a while you were both gasping for air. Nothing could have prepared you for the intensity of kissing your mate after so many months of yearning and fear.

Your mate. Your mate. Your mate. You couldn’t even comprehend that this was real. That he loved you too and wanted to spend eternity with you. Your mate.

“Do you want to come inside? I mean the hallway is not a really nice place”, you breathlessly whispered. At the grin that spread on his face you just said: “But I’m not gonna cook for you – yet”.

Azriel kissed you one last time, then let you go to lead the way. “No need to rush anything. We have got all time in the world”. And damn yes, you did.

[valentina-writes]

I would go under the Mountain for you

Request: @eve-d : Could you do a don’t look a me like that, maybe Azriel looking at the reader like he loves her and she doesn’t know how to react yet or Azriel asking her if she’s wearing his shirt and teasing her thank u

A/N: Hey, I hope this is not too far from what you wanted. I'm sorry, I got carried away a little bit when writing this, maybe it's too angsty!

Word Count: 1.6k

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You were standing at the entrance to the Court of Nightmares, Rhys, Azriel and Mor around you. You hated this. You hated the Hewn City, its people and the role you had to play every time Rhys took you there.

Trying to calm yourself down, you thought of Velaris, your home. The rest of the inner circle that awaited you there. Everything would be fine, you had done this so many times already and it had always gone well.

You thought about the dress you wore, running your hands over the fabric. It helped you prepare for the way you had to act in a few minutes. You thought of the fearless, ruthless person you were in this dress, thought of the respect on the faces of Keir’s people when they saw you.

Suddenly, you felt a movement to your right. Azriel had stepped up, now standing only a few inches away from you. His shadows were uncontrollably swirling around him. He hated these visits just as much as you did, though for a different reason. The darkness there reminded him of his childhood, the location hewn into a mountain of the feeling of being imprisoned.

But today, your friend didn’t look at the mountain before him with his usual concerned face. No, he looked at you. Concerned, yes. But there was something else in his eyes, as he eyed you up and down, that made you shiver. It felt so intimate and gentle. His eyes spoke of comfort and … and affection.

He didn’t look away, even when your eyes met his. Instead, his gaze got even more longing. Never, in the many years you had been alive, had anybody ever looked at you the way he did now. He wanted you, yes. But not only in the physical way that other people’s eyes spoke of when looking at you, no. It looked like he wanted so much more. Kisses and romance, sweet nothings and quiet mornings spent with you. A relationship.

You had had feelings for Azriel for quite some time already but had never told him. Not now, you always thought. There was always something that made it impossible for the two of you to be together. Wars and battles, missions and threats. Not to speak of his obvious love for Morrigan.

“Don’t look at me like that”, you said, turning away from him. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed him shifting his weight and calling his shadows back. Now they clung tightly to his body.

“Like what?”, he quietly asked. You gulped. Had you only imagined this look? Were you so desperate?

Rhys gave you a sign to follow him. Mentally, you prepared yourself for what was yet to come and gulped down your fear as you answered: “Like you could ever love me”.

You didn’t dare looking at his face, sure that you had misinterpreted his behavior. He loved Mor and you couldn’t judge him for it. Now, you just felt incredibly stupid for having said something.

He would never love you. Never. And even if he did, it most certainly wasn’t time for catching feelings now.

Word had that a fae named Amarantha from Hybern had cursed the spring court last night and was building up a court under the mountain. It was only a matter of time, when you would also be enslaved. Azriel knew this. He had helped Rhys to come up with an idea how to hide Velaris. He had said this would possibly be our last visit to the Court of Nightmares. It was only a matter of hours or days.

You pushed your feelings aside. None of your personal relationships mattered now. Keeping your calm in front of Mor’s father was already big enough of a struggle without the threat of war and the fear of losing the person you loved most.

Without risking a glance in his direction again, you held your head up high and strode into the throne room, only shortly behind Rhys, Mor now between you and Az.

What awaited you was the usual sight. Food, drinks, the huge throne and people. But today, nobody even really noticed you. They knew something was going on. They didn’t know what, but most certainly that this was not a normal visit.

Rhys sat down on his throne and everyone around you reluctantly bowed to him. Normally, he stayed on his throne, observing Keir’s people for a while, asserting dominance. Not today. Immediately after having sat down, he shot Mor and Keir a glance and together they disappeared to talk.

You and Azriel were left behind to spy and to keep rumors from spreading.

As confidently as possible you got yourself a glass of wine, sipping on it and watching over the crowd. So far, nothing special had happened. Music had begun to play, but most people just stood there talking to each other, occasionally glancing up to you and the intimidating Illyrian hidden in his shadows next to you.

“Can we talk?”, he asked you so silently that only you could hear it over the music.

“I don’t know what we should talk about”, you answered. You had no intention of anyone overhearing a private conversation. And no intention of realizing that he loved you, only to lose him soon again.

“Y/n”, he started, now sending some of his shadows away to fill out the darkness around the people to listen in on their conversations, “I … You know what I mean”. You dared to look at him. His gaze was the same as before you entered the Hewn City. It almost made your heart stop, almost made you forget that this was impossible. That you had no future.

“Don’t make it worse than it already is, Az”, you said, trying to keep control over your facial expressions, “We don’t even know if we will still be alive by tomorrow. We don’t know what will happen or if Hybern will declare war on us. I … I can’t do this. I can’t. There is no future for this relationship”. You looked away again, acting as if you observed the crowd, but your head was running wild.

“I love you, y/n”, he said. Four words. Only four words that shifted your entire world. He loved you. But this only made it worse. You looked back at his face, wanting to cry at the sight. His hazel eyes glowing in the dark, a rare smile on his face.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, “I’m not ready for this. Even … even if it weren’t for the conflict with Hybern … there is still Mor. You love her, have loved her for as long as I can remember. I don’t know how to react, I don’t even know what to think”. While saying this, you never shifted your gaze away from him. It broke your heart to see Azriel’s face shift from happy and loving to expressionless. Only his eyes were telling how hurt he actually was.

You had not meant to hurt him that way. If somebody deserved to be loved, it was most definitely him.

All of a sudden the two of you were surrounded by his shadows and he moved with you through the darkness, unseen by the crowd. He didn’t care about his spying job anymore, you saw that on his face. He didn’t care about what the people thought.

You were in a corridor, farther away from the crowd. The music was barely audible through his shadows that still separated you from the outside world.

“I love you”, he repeated, “I love you so, so much. I have loved you for a long time, but never said anything. We are friends, I didn’t want to ruin this. And Mor… yes, I had feelings for her. But they are nothing against what I feel for you. Even … even if this is our last day in freedom, even if Amarantha will get us, it would be worth it. Because I would rather spend a day or even just a few hours with you in freedom than no time at all. I would rather die knowing that we had this time together, than realizing that I was a coward and never got a chance to kiss you”. You stared at him in shock. Never, never would you have thought that his feelings for you ran so deep. And never had you heard him speaking so many sentences without being interrupted or stopping mid-sentence out of shyness.

You were still processing this, when he said: “Rhys is planning something. He … he wants to make sure we are safe. I can see it in his eyes, he is keeping something from us. But even if he fails to protect us … I believe that there is a life after this one. And I believe that we will meet again”.

All you could do was throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. The possibility of his death was now more prominent than ever, but the fear you had felt all day long disappeared at his touch. You would be safe. And even if not, he would be right by your side.

“I love you too, Az”, you answered, “We will find a way. It will work out. I only wish I would’ve told you a long time ago”.

He held you a little farther away from him, so he could see your face. Then his lips crashed against yours. The kiss told you about his desperation, the yearning he had felt for such a long time, not knowing how to express it. And in this moment, you wouldn’t even have noticed if the world was ending or if Amarantha had arrived here to curse your beloved Night Court too. The only important thing in this moment was Azriel. And now you understood what he had said earlier. Even if you would only have this moment together, it was worth it.

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I'm searching for a new way to structure my prompt list! I realized that maybe using numbers for all of the different types of writing was not the best idea. I have got 3 requests to write at the moment, for which I will still use the number-system. In the mean-time, however, I will change up the prompt list to make it clearer.

And please, use the ask button to request from now on! It's mindblowing how many likes and comments I get already and I don't want to overlook anything! Most of you already did that, but some wrote their requests in the comment sections, which can be confusing and hard to track for me.

Also, I want to say that I never would've thought to get five requests already! You guys are amazing! It will, unfortunately, take a little bit longer because of this, though, as my exams are coming up.

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Hi um i was wondering if you could do an azriel x reader with 6 from angst and 7 from fluff? i loved starfall btw!

Hey anon, do you mean the non-verbal fluff prompts or the verbal fluff starters? Just checking in, I don’t want to use the wrong one!

I think I should maybe re-structure the prompt list, so that requests are more clear in the future (nothing against you).

Thank you! It’s such a weird feeling to start publishing your writing and I’m sooooo glad that people like it!

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Masterlist

last updated: 07/21

ACOTAR

Azriel

- Starfall

- The shadows of his past

- I would go under the Mountain for you

- Dying Light

- Enough

- Craving (light smut)

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The shadows of his past

Request from @reneerara : 5&11 from non-verbal fluff and 11 from angst

fluff: 5. tracing skars

11. nightmares

angst: 11. “Tell me about it. You don’t have to go through this on your own”

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! I definitively had fun writing!

Words: 1.1k

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A loud bang awoke you from your deep slumber. Groaning, you turned to Azriel, your boyfriend to see what was going on. It was late at night, the stars and moon shining through the window of your shared bedroom.

You blinked a few times to wake up and looked around you. Your boyfriend was hidden behind what looked like a wall of darkness. His shadows, you realized.

Azriel was thrashing around in his sleep, muttering incomprehensible words under his breath. The fact that you couldn’t see him didn’t make it any better.

“Az?”, you murmured, reaching out to touch his shoulder, “Az, wake up”. He did not respond, instead you suddenly heard the sound of muffled cries coming out of his presumed direction. You gently shook him, as to wake him up. Concerned, you looked at his hidden body.

Then, finally, he shot up and breathed in loudly.

“You … it sounded as if you had a nightmare”, you said, “is everything okay? “.

He nodded his head, his shadows only lifting for you to see the small movement. Still, you did not believe him. Both of you regularly experienced nightmares, especially after the war against Hybern had ended. Normally, you talked through it, held each other tightly in your arms, speaking words of affection and comfort. Normally, he didn’t shy away. He told you about his fears. Not today.

Again, you laid your hands on his arm, pushing the shadows aside, scared because he had not calmed down yet. Azriel did not brush your hand away, but neither did he search your touch.

You reached through his shadows, searching for his face, his hands. Anything for you to hold, that would comfort him. His shadows whispered things to you, hushed voices talking of misery and darkness, of loneliness and pain.

Finally, you found his face, cradling it inside your hands, brushing over his cheeks, wet from tears. You had a good idea of what he was going through, of what had happened in his dreams. But he had never talked to you about his childhood before. Had never told you about what he lived through.

“Tell me about it. You don’t have to go through this on your own”, you begged. The only sound coming from him still his ragged breathing. You wanted to take this burden from him, wanted him to not be alone anymore, to have someone to share his past with.

“Y/n”, he said, his voice raspy. Only now he seemed to realize that you were there. That the two of you were not still in his dream.

His shadows lifted. You could see him now, but only for a second. Azriel pulled you against his chest, hugging you and breathing in your scent, his head resting on top of yours. You could feel his tears running down his cheeks and falling onto your head as he continued to cry.

Slowly, you reached down the bond between the two of you, tenderly caressing the wall around his mind. You did not expect him to let you in, no. The only thing you wanted was to ease his pain.

“Tell me about it, please, Az”, you said again. He just pulled you even closer, wrapping his strong arms around you tighter. When you thought he wouldn’t answer and had already given up, now running your hands through his hair, he closed his wings and shadows around you. The only times he did this was when he desperately needed privacy. Like in moments of struggle.

“I …”, he took in a deep breath, calming his voice, “I had a nightmare. You know that… my childhood was … it was …”. Azriel couldn’t finish his sentence, new tears began to form in his eyes.

“It was hell on earth”, you whispered, now also terrified. You had only heard fragments about his experiences, things that Cassian and Rhysand told you. Those had already been bad enough and you couldn’t imagine how much worse it must have been.

“Exactly. I dreamt that … that I was back there. A cell, not much bigger than this bed. No windows and no light. And you … you were there with me this time”. The last sentence was barely audible.

“There was no room for my wings, it hurt so much. And then …”, a shiver ran over his body, “Then my brothers were there. They … they burned you. Like they burned me. And I couldn’t help you, they held me back. Your screams…”. Azriel closed his eyes, unable to finish. Again, you caressed his mental barrier and this time he let you in.

I love you. That’s what you said over and over again in his head. I love you, I love you, I love you. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m here. I’m here with you. Nothing happened, we are safe. Don’t worry, Az. I would never let this happen to you again.

“You don’t understand”, he said, “I would go into this cell again every day, if it meant that you were safe”. His voice was so sincere, that you believed every word he said. Your heart broke at the thought of this. Of him living through his trauma, the source of his nightmare and his anxiety again. All for you.

All you could do was loosen his grip around you and take his hands in yours. Delicately tracing the scars, you thought about what to say. You had always loved his scars. They were a sign of power to you, a sign that he had survived. And now they were your anchor to the world.

You ran your hands over the scarred, raised skin of his fingers, which made him calm down immediately.

“You don’t have to go anywhere. We are safe, Azriel, safe. And you are strong, I believe in you. If you ever met them again… I think they wouldn’t even survive long enough to take us anywhere. You are not a child anymore. You are a fighter. They wouldn’t stand a chance against you and me. Because even if they had you, hurt you, shut you up in this cell again, I would come for you. I would do anything to get you back”.

Azriel send a wave of love down your bond, that calmed you down a little. His breathing stabilized, and the tears had stopped. Now, he kissed you, over and over. On the crown of your head, your forehead, cheek, chin, anywhere he could reach you.

And you did the same, kissing away the stains his tears left behind, until his lips found yours. The two of you would have to work this through, you knew that. Azriel needed affirmations and conversations about his past. He needed to leave his past behind. And you would do that. You would listen, whenever he had something to say. You would be there for him, when nobody else noticed how he felt again. You would do anything he needed.

And for now, cuddling him and kissing away his fear, was all you could do.

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Hiiooo, I stumbled upon your account and I was wondering if you could do an Az imagine/one shot with the “nightmare” and “let it all out, you can cry” prompts- maybe something where he has a nightmare? And a fem!reader/fem!mate comforts him. I love my baby Az and I’m so happy people are writing for him 💕

Hey🤗

There is a nightmare imagine queued for tomorrow (requested by someone else).

Is it okay if I post your request at a later time, so that there are not two of a similar theme at once?

Oh my gosh, I love my Azzy baby too, I never would've thought that quite a few others feel the same (don't get me wrong, I know he's quite popular BUT IT'S SO COOL TO SEE THAT OTHER PEOPLE ALSO THINK HE'S SO PRECIOUS🥰)

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Starfall

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, feel free to ask for a specific imagine, headcanon or oneshot. At first I will only write for Azriel. Thanks for reading!

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“Look, y/n, there is nothing you need to worry about. Nothing. It’s Azriel we are talking about. He may be a spymaster, but he’s pretty damn clueless at the same time”, your best friend Mor reminded you.

The two of you were standing in your bedroom in the House of Wind, getting ready for starfall. You had just been talking about your crush on the spymaster in question - to be honest, that was no surprise. You had found a person to rely on when you told Mor about your feelings for him. And since then somehow all of your conversations seemed to be about him.

“I know, Mor, I know! But everything I do, everything I say seems so obvious to me. And I can’t even do anything about it! I try being decent about it, but it’s always the same. We start talking about anything and I can only concentrate on how close he is and on his eyes and his face and his lips and then I start blushing and it gets super awkward”.

Embarassing memories of your last birthday came to your mind, where you had hugged him for the present he gave you - a beautiful necklace - and he had been noticably uncomfortable for the rest of the evening, shadows surrounding him. Then Mor, already super drunk, had nearly told him you were in love with him, after you tried to apologize and talk about the next mission he would be sent on.

She thought about your concerns for a while and just said: “Then try not to talk to him. I don’t think that he ever noticed anything weird about your behavior, because then he would’ve said something. But if you are not comfortable striking up a conversation because of what could happen, just don’t do it”.

Then she left your bedroom mumbling something about Rhys’ wine and you were left on your own.

Your heart was beating in anticipation and fear. You would see Azriel today. Truly see him, after months of only getting a few glimpses at him before he was sent on his next mission.

But what would he do if he noticed that you were in love with him? Would he push you away? Tell you that he’s still not over Mor? Laugh at you for your childish hopes?

You pushed your worries aside and smoothed out your dark blue dress. Today was a holiday. A festive day meant to be celebrated. Even if you would deeply embarrass yourself again, there would still be Mor and Cassian and Rhys’ good wine to help you forget what you had done.

When you left your room, there was already music playing and a few guests chatting and drinking. The house was beautifully decorated. But you could not appreciate any of that. 

“Y/n! Come over here!”, Cassian called out to you. You quickly spotted him and braced yourself. Where Cassian was, there usually was Azriel too.

And yes, there next to Cassian, hidden behind his raging shadows, was Azriel, handsome as ever. You quickly shifted your glance to the group surrounding him, unable to look at him for another second.

You could not have him. Never. He was still in love with Mor, still not over his past. And though you couldn’t blame him for that, your feelings did not cease. If anything, they grew stronger by the second. And that terrified you. Because what if you would spend eternity yearning and longing for him like you were now?

“Are you alright?”, Rhys asked you. He looked concerned, as if he could see right through you.

“Yes, it’s fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all”, you quickly said and smiled at him. That wasn’t even a lie. Since Azriel had been on one of his dangerous missions to the Autumn Court, you hadn’t been able to sleep at night, always fearing for his life. Every morning when a new report from him came, you were incredibly happy. He was alive.

“Well, then prepare to be even more tired tomorrow. You won’t get any sleep tonight!”, Cassian exclaimed, pointing at the dance floor that was now filling up.

“We will see, Cassy, we will see”.

“Cassy? I like that. I like that a lot. Maybe I should call you Cassy baby. That fits your childish antics”, Amren said, joining your group. You were almost sure that you heard a low chuckle out of Azriel’s direction.

“I should better get going”, Rhys quietly excused himself, walking towards Feyre, the newest addition to your circle. He seemed to be drawn towards her, like you were towards Azriel. The only difference being that she acted the same way as Rhysand, instead of kepping away.

“Me too. I’m gonna get Mor, I don’t want her to drink all of the good stuff herself”, Cassian said and disappeared in the crowd. You desperately wanted him to stay. Being alone with Azriel would only lead to awkward looks and you rambling on and on about something like the weather.

“Gosh, if they keep going like that they won’t be able to stand upright at the end of the night”. Amren shot some glances at you and Azriel, while saying that. You had never explicitly told her about your feelings, but still it looked like she knew something. Probably because of how obvious you usually were about your feelings.

“Anyway, that’s too funny not to watch. I will have them get me some fresh blood tomorrow for keeping an eye on them”. Amren mouthed a good luck to you and then made her way through the crowd, too - in a totally different direction than Cassian. You would not get her any blood, that was for sure. She had set you and Azriel up against your will. 

You felt your cheeks heating up, when you turned to face Azriel. His face showed no sign of noticing what Amren just had done.

“Hi”, you breathed, “it’s nice to see you”. You tried your best holding his gaze without showing how he made you feel. How his hazel eyes burned into your soul, making your knees wobbly and heart pound.

“It’s nice to see you too, y/n”, he answered.

For a while you just stood there, watching the others. Mor and Cassian had started a very ... unconservative looking dance battle. You started to think about what you could tell him, how you could start a conversation. When all of a sudden-

“Do you want to dance?”. It was more of a whisper than anything else, nearly drowning in the noise of the crowd.

You spun around to see him looking at you. For the first time today you allowed yourself to look at him, truly look at him. He looked very tired and reserved, his wings tucked tightly against his back. The usual look of shyness surrounding his face. You could not look away, drank in his features, noticing his dark blue suit. The same color as his siphons he didn’t wear today. The same color as your dress.

“Yes”, you said, smiling. Your heart began to beat even faster when he laid his hand on your waist and lead you to the dance floor. Subconsciously, you shivered at the feeling of his hands through the thin fabric of your gown. 

Azriel pulled you closer and started to slowly dance with you. You silently prayed. Dear Mother, please don’t let him hear my heartbeat. Don’t let him find out.

“I didn’t know that you can dance”, you said. He expertly waltzed you through the room. In that moment only the two of you seemed to exist. Everybody else had disappeared from your mind.

“I enjoy dancing. But only with the right partner”. Your heart fluttered in your chest at this comment. 

He opened his mouth as to say something else, but suddenly his shadows left their usual place aroung his neck and chest and darted towards you.

They brushed your face and arms, as if they wanted to play with you. You even thought you could hear them whisper things in your ear - too silent to actually make it out.

“I’m sorry, y/n”, he gasped, trying to regain control. His face looked pained, almost shocked, as he let you go and surrounded his shadows around him again. He shook his head and went out onto a near balcony.

What had just happened there? What did this mean? You went after him, wanting to see if he was okay. 

You joined him on the balcony, his wings flared as if he wanted to leave. He was so beautiful against the night sky. All of the stars looking dull in comparison to him. Laying your hand on his arm, you turned him around.

“Why did you stop?”, you wanted to kow. You did not care about the blush on your face or the concern in your voice. You did not care about exposing your feelings to him. All you cared about was him.

“It’s ... my shadows. I couldn’t control them. I’m sorry, y/n”, he repeated.

You took another step towards him, not understanding his reasoning.

“What do you mean?”. He frowned and looked down for a second. His shadows were already starting to reach out to you again.

“Most people ... most people fear them They don’t like being close to them. Close to me”. You glanced at his shadows and reached for one of them, touching it. It felt cool against your hand, chilly like the air surrounding you. 

“I don’t care, Az, they are a part of you. And to me, they appear rather playful if anything”. Again, he looked down. Almost ashamed. But then his shadows swirled freely around you, like the evening breeze.

“Also, they don’t like being near most people. They shy away. But with you ... they call out to you. Want to be near you”. Your heart missed a beat. His shadows... but that didn’t mean that he felt the same way, right? Maybe that’s why he was so embarrassed. Because his shadows acted against his will.

As you ran your fingers through the shadows and looked at his face, the way his eyes glowed in the moonlight, you made a decision. This could not go on the way it did for the last one-hundred years. You loved him. Every part of him. And if he did not feel the same way, you would end it here and now.

“Azriel, I...”, you started, but he stopped you.

“Don’t, y/n. Please, don’t”. Pain appeared in his eyes, his wings and shadows folding around him, as if to protect him. But you did not budge.

“Az, I love... I love you. I have loved you since I met you. I did not plan on telling you this, but I...I cannot live like this anymore. The constant hiding and the fear of exposing my feelings. I love you. Every part of you. And if you don’t feel the same way about me ... then that’s fine”. When this burden, the feelings you had kept to yourself for such a long time, fell from your chest, you felt weak. He would send you away, tell you he didn’t feel the same. 

You already turned around, unable to look at the shock in his eyes anymore, when his shadows pulled you back. His expression softened as he looked at your face.

“I love you too, y/n. But I was scared. Scared that this would not work out, scared of opening up. Scared of the possibility that I wasted over four hundred years waiting for Mor to fall in love with me. I did not know how to approach you, what to tell you. I wanted to be with you, yes I did. But it felt impossible, so I tried pushing you away”. He breathed out, relaxing. He loved you. He loved you. That was all you could think about.

“I went on all these missions to try to get my head free. I tried not to think about you or my feelings or how you felt about me. I tried to stop my feelings. But when I saw you today, for the first time in months ... I did not know how to react. And then we were dancing and ... the shadows gave everything away”. You reached out for his hands, holding them in yours. He let out a sharp breath but then relaxed at your touch.

“I could not sleep when you were gone”, you said, your voice barely more then a whisper, “I was afraid something would happen to you. And I was the one to check your reports every day. I nearly died every night at the thought of you dying”. Tears started to form in his eyes, as he pulled you closer.

“That’s what I felt like too”, he murmured against your hair. You let out a deep sigh.

Azriel cradled your face in his hands, ever so gently and kissed you on your lips. His wings closed around you as he deepened the kiss, slowly tasting your lips and melting into your touch.

His shadows now caressed you as he held you close. The kiss was long and sensual, as if he had waited for this to happen for a long time. As if he could never get enough of you.

And when both of you had run out of breath, you just silently stood there on the balcony, wrapped in his wings and arms, listening to his heartbeat as the stars around you fell.

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Prompt list

Disclaimer: All rights go to the authors, who's characters I use in my stories. I do not own them, nor do I claim to.

A/N: you can combine any of the following for your request! This is not a complete list, eventually I will probably add more prompts, but for now I figured this is enough. Please keep in mind that I am not comfortable writing smut yet! A reference of smut is okay, but I will for now not write anything too graphic.

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 non-verbal fluff

a.    accidental hand-touching

b.    hugs from behind

c.    cuddling in bed on a rainy day

d.    just regular cuddling

e.    nightmares (best used combined with angst)

f.     solstice party

g.    training

h.    playing with Azriel’s shadows

i.     falling asleep on the sofa, being carried upstairs

j.     mating bond

k.    tracing wings/scars

l.     late night talks

 verbal fluff starters

m.     “I have always loved you. It has always been you”

n.     “You are enough”

o.     “I missed you. I couldn’t think straight when you were gone”

p.     “I can’t sleep without you by my side”

q.     “Can I hold your hand?”

r.     “I wish I would have met you earlier”

s.     “Her and me are just friends. Can’t you see it’s you I love?”

t.     “I love every part of you”

u.     “Come back to bed”

v.     “Are you wearing my shirt?

w.    “You gave me a reason to wake up every day”

x.     “You will catch me if I fall, right?”

 angst

1.     “What does she have that I don’t?”

2.     “Am I not enough anymore?”

3.     “Don’t look at me like that”

4.     “There are things I didn’t tell you about me”

5.     “What do you want from me?”

6.     “You still love her, don’t you?”

7.     “You’re bleeding!”

8.     “Please, take me back home”

9.     “What happened to your wings?!”

10.   “Don’t shut me out again, let me in. Let me see who you are”

11.   “Tell me about it. You don’t have to go through this on your own”

12.   “Let it out. It’s okay to cry, just let it out”

[valentina-writes]

Hey tumblr!

I read ACOTAR lately and absolutely loved it! I loved Azriel even more and soon started reading fanfics about him … though now, a week later, I read the entirety of tumblr reader-inserts (PLEASE TELL ME THAT’S COMPLETELY NORMAL).

I am a writer, currently in the editing phase of my first novel and decided to write some Azriel x readers in my free time. 

Feel free to ask if you have a specific scenario in mind that you would like me to write. I will post a list of prompts later from which you can choose or just think of a prompt yourself.