Love Of My Life Part Two (Azriel X Reader)

Love of My Life part two (Azriel x reader)

A/n - Hey so some people asked for this, I haven’t thought about this much so gonna be mostly winging it. Also someone needs to tell me how to link part one without just putting the link. And how to make a master list. That probably didn’t make sense, my bad.

Ouch, I feel like I’m antagonizing Azriel.

⚠️- language otherwise nah

masterlist part 1 part 3

It’d been exactly a year since you had found your mate and of course, he still couldn’t figure out why you’d spend so much time with him. Why his shadows searched for you in every room, why his shadows caught you glancing at him to often to be normal.

After a few weeks of your arrival, you’d gotten to know the Court of Dreams and Keir had stopped demanding for you to go home. You’d immediately connected with your sister, Amren, but mostly Nesta. Nesta’s fire had interested you and the two of you had become fast friends. Cassian had started training you one on one because you’d quickly surpassed the skill of the Valkyrie unit. Rhys and Feyre were training with your power and working on shielding and attacking minds. But Azriel, Nesta had told you, was dating Elain. Elain had been nothing but nice to you since you’d came and you could only assume she and Azriel still didn’t know about the mating bond. You’d almost punched Elain when Nesta had told you but instead went up the the training ring and trained the whole damned night.

You’d wanted to go to the Hewn City with your friends before solstice to show your old family you weren’t a helpless idiot but Azriel had put his foot down on that idea. The first time he’d been so bossy when it came to you.

That solstice you’d walked into the river house and found Elain waiting for you in the doorway. You raised your brows to prompt her to speak but she inclined her head to a balcony.

Once you were out she spoke up. “Y/n, I see how you look at Azriel and Feyre told me you’re mates, but please don’t interfere with our relationship. I care for him and if he chooses you, I will respect his decision.”

You nodded. “Elain, if he chooses me, I will be happy beyond reason but I would ask you to give Lucien a chance. He’s a good male.” You’d met Lucien a few weeks after you’d come to Velaris and the two of you had quickly become good friends. You may have fallen in love with him had it not been for the mating bond between you and Az.

Elain smiled and nodded and the two of you walked back to the living room in comfortable silence. You sat next to Lucien and grabbed the bottle of wine from his hand, you tipped it back and chugged the rest.

“Little early for that isn’t it?” The two of you hugged and you opened your mouth to respond but the bottle was ripped out of your hand and Lucien was pulled away from you.

“Don’t touch her.” Azriel was in Luciens face.

“Az-.” You tried but he was pulling you out and onto the balcony. You turned to him. “Az what the hell! What is wrong with you??”

He just stood there staring at you. You realized that the mating bond must have snapped in for him as well. “Y/n, you…youre my mate.” You just stared at him, waiting for the realization to set in. “You knew?! You knew and you didn’t tell me?

“Az- let me explain.” But he was already gone, back in the living room. Back to sitting next to Elain. You knew he’d do that, choose Elain. He’d never choose you even if it was in between you and the fucking Suriel.

As you walked back in and sat next to a very worried looking Lucien, Azriel pulled Elain into his lap and kissed her. His message was clear, you may be my mate, but I can still choose whoever I want, and I don’t want you.

Lucien had gone still in his chair and the whole room had fallen silent, looking between you and Lucien, and Elain and Azriel. You and Lucien stood up in the same movement and walked out to the balcony. You were starting to hate this balcony.

“Well that does it, she doesn’t want me, never will. What does she get from the Spymaster that she doesn’t get from me!?”

“The giant wings?” You used the question to try to ease the tension but Lucien looked at you as if you had a good point. You went on, “Well what does he get from her that he can’t get from me?”

“Nothing,” Lucien states, “but he still chose her. They haven’t rejected the bond yet so why does it feel like my heart is breaking in two?”

“I don’t know, we’re like a band of rejects.”

Lucien smiles and his smile almost takes your breath away and suddenly you’re very aware of how close the two of you are standing.

“Uh well, we should probably get back in before someone comes ou-”

“Are you guys okay!? Rhys called Az into his office and I’m pretty sure he’s getting a verbal lashing right about now.” Mor stops and looks at our faces. She looks at Lucien and he nods to you before disappearing through the balcony doors.

“Y/n, do you need anything?”

“I’ll be fine Mor, I promised Elain I wouldn’t interfere, we basically said we’d let Az choose and he chose her….” Tears are falling down your face and Mor pulls you into a soothing hug.

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You jolt out of sleep as an impatient knock sounds at your door. Mor is still asleep next to you, having held you and listened to your rambling until you fell asleep. You smile down at your sister for a moment, enjoying the peace etched in her body. But the knock sounds again and you open the door to find Azriel of all people outside. Stepping outside as to not disturb Mor, you raise your brows to prompt him.What you were not expecting was for him to lean forward and kiss you.

The kiss lasts a second at most and is desperate and demanding but you lean into it, kissing him back furiously. But he pulls back suddenly and starts to walk away.

“Absolutely not sir! You are not leaving until you explain what the hell just happened!” You’re still slightly dazed by the kiss but you manage to keep your voice strong and steady.

Azriel doesn’t even turn around but he stops walking. “I kissed you, you kissed me back. Before you ask, I did it because I needed to see if I was making a mistake choosing Elain. And I am going to break up with Elain so I can be with you.”

You stared at him, what the hell!? His face betrayed nothing, no love, no joy, absolutely nothing. “You don’t get to choose her, then kiss me and then decide to choose me! I will not be your second choice, I will not be yours because you liked kissing me better. You can’t have both.” You step back into your room and shut the door.

Breathe, you close your eyes and focus on the mind stilling the Valkyries taught you. In, out, in, out, in out.

What feels like a few minutes later you finally open your eyes and see Feyre, Nesta, and your sister gathered in your doorway with a pack in each their hands and an extra pack on the floor.

“We’re taking a girls week out, would you like to join us?” Feyre’s question is answered with a nod. Mor springs forward and hugs you as Feyre says, “Elain didn’t wish to join us but Gwyn and Emerie are waiting at the balcony. Mor and I will winnow us to a point between the Illyrian Steppes and the Illyrian Mountains. Ready?”

You smile at your friends and gather your pack following them out onto your balcony. You’re afraid to open your mouth to speak, you aren’t sure what might come out so you let Mor take your hand because everyone knows you’re in no shape to winnow yourself.

The smell of cedar and juniper hits you first as you open your eyes. Everyone is lookin at you but it’s your high lady who asks, “Will you be alright?”

The care in her words breaks some dam and you drop to the floor and weep as if you’ll never stop.

Part three will exist one day, comment to be added to the taglist. I didn’t proof read it btw. I also feel like this is a horrible story….

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SHATTERED SOUL

Eris angst :( not even x reader. just him being sad. Sorry in advance.

Warnings: heavy abuse, blood, very sad I think (it was when I wrote it.) also not proofread… and I think I italicized everything that needed to be??

Shatter: to hold something to tightly that it would break.

That’s all Eris had, really.

Broken things.

Nothing physical, really, aside from a few bones and lacerations in his skin. But those broken bones bore a broken body, broken soul. His broken mindset, which was instilled in him since he was young, to rule them, you have to break them.

His father’s words rang in his ears as the male tossed and turned all night. One of those all too common sleepless nights. Wallowing in self pity, hatred swarming his mind - he hated that this was the life he was born into, hated that he did nothing about it, hated that he couldn’t, hated that he gave up so easily.

Hated that no matter how many brothers his mother gave him, how many servants swore their loyalty to him, how many soldiers died for him, how many females he bedded, he truly had no one. No other soul that could bare those secrets he kept, could see the mangled up body his father created and manage not to vomit. Hell - it made him want to.

There was nobody to calm his fits of rage, when the fire all but consumed him, burning the furniture and wooden walls of his bedchamber. “Not a soul,” his mother murmured to herself, running her hand through the young male’s red curls. She watched the craftsmen reinforce his room with iron - the walls and doors thick and heavy enough that should Eris combust into flame, he would not burn down the whole estate. Not one ember could escape; or enter, Eris thought.

“It is for our protection,” his father reminded him, just a young male of seven. “So you don’t go around incinerating the whole damn house.” Eris’s grip on his porcelain fox tightened. A keepsake his mother gifted him - she fixed it neatly on his bedside table once he’d grown out of his crib. Eris was too afraid to leave it in the room with all the workers; his favorite little fox must be protected. “You don’t own these Fae,” Beron continued, referring to the servants and maids that bustled around the Forest House. “I do. You will be best to keep your fire to yourself in there.”

He continued, despite turning to walk down the hall. “Should you throw another fit to burn down your bedchamber, no one will be able to enter. That includes - ” his voice raised. “To save you.”

Eris flinched, not at the words, the hateful language his father offered him since the day he was born, but at the shatter in his hands. The broken pieces of glass that sliced his fingers and carried his crimson blood to the marble floor.

Beron turned on his heel from the end of the corridor. Lady of Autumn waited with baited breath as she tried to anticipate her husband’s next move. But he only nodded. “Good. I hated that thing anyway.” With that, he turned away, leaving his son and pregnant wife to watch the remainder of the male’s cage be welded together.

The first of many broken things, Eris thought, holding his pillow over his head, trying to block out any of the light and noise that just wasn’t there, yet blurred his mind and evaded him of sleep.

He’d learned to suppress the flames.

All by himself.

All alone in that iron room.

It was something he’d taught his brothers, too, once they grew of age. Eris was the only one with the metal walls - he was the only one that needed it. He’d protected the rest of them enough to prevent them from burning down the house, instead accidentally wiping out whole orchards and half the Autumn forest.

He mastered the flames for himself and all his brothers. He no longer burned hotter than a thousand suns when he was angered. He didn’t burn down his bedroom, nor the furniture.

But Eris could never master the art of suppressing his anger. When he was eighteen, he shattered the whole entirety of his bathtub.

The day he’d left Morrigan in the woods, just across the Autumn Border, his father nearly killed him. Not for anything he particularly did, but for the simple embarrassment he caused the High Lord. There wasn’t anything else she should have done (aside from maybe executing her) that his father would have preferred. But for the Night Court to spit in the face of Autumn? By offering their heir a female who’d rather lie with Illyrian scum than Autumn royalty? It enraged him.

Eris actually wished Beron killed him adter enduring the beating his father gave him. A male that barely reached an age in the double-digits, held by two of Autumn’s strongest soldiers, beaten bloody, chained up and whipped until he passed out. He didn’t know he could be burned so badly - not with his own fire powers swirling through his veins. But he couldn’t keep up, too tired, too tired, too much blood loss. He couldn’t ward off his father’s flames with his own, he couldn’t stand, could barely breathe, let alone produce flame.

And when he finally recovered enough to winnow from the cellar to his room - the cage, he’d strangely never felt safer in - he laid on the expensive rug, dry blood flaking off his body, until he healed. Until he could drag himself to the bath to clean his wounds.

He sat in the tub, right in the center, hunched over in the water that began to boil around him due to the heat the male was emitting. His hands reached for either side of the tub wall, fingers gripping the edge until his pale knuckles ran truly white.

A soft gasp left his lips when the walls around him shattered and the water fell from around him. He loosed a string of profanity when he shook his foggy head and realized what happened. Streams of fresh red blood ran down his arms and dripped over his wet legs. He carelessly plucked away the thick shards of porcelain and cursed the Mother - and himself.

His mother promptly replaced it with a copper one.

Eris rolled over in his bed, throwing the pillow aside and turning away from the bathing room, instead facing the wall of windows. The heavy drapes were all drawn shut - not an ounce of light entered his bedchamber. But his eyes burned bright regardless.

He didn’t know how to calm his little fits of anger.

But he dreamt of a lover that could.

Someone who didn’t fear his fire, he wouldn’t have to suppress his flames around her, he could let the harmless hellfire run circles around them, encapsulating him and his lover in a blaze reserved just for the two of them.

He dreamt of a time and world where he we wasn’t broken - where he wasn’t breaking things. One where the teacups didn’t shatter under his touch and slice his palms. Where he could look at his lover and remember that his world was not ending. That no matter how much his father beat him and berated him, he could leave and there was someone to hold each night.

Or a not-so-far-off world where she would pick the glass from his wounds and kiss his hands until they were healed. And he would let the tears fall from his eyes, she would brush them away with the faintest touch. And everything he’d been holding in for the past five hundred years would be worth it, just for one moment with her.

And for the millionth time, he laid in bed, hot and skin coated with sweat, trying not to erupt into a fit of flames, he dreamt of a a lover that held him tight. So tight, she would keep him from breaking.

But Eris holding her so tight that she might break. That she’d crack in his arms and fill all the voids he had in his broken sliced skin, between his bones, and through all the ridges of his scars. That you’d become one whole being - shared breath, shared space, shared soul.

I was eating a cookie for breakfast today and that part of me that’s always in the acotar series said in cassians voice, You need to keep your energy level constant throughout the day. Foods full of sugar or flimsy bread give you a temporary high. Lean meats, whole grains, and fruits and vegetables keep you relatively steady and full.

I ate fruits and made myself an egg after hearing that in my mind.

This was just a random 2am thought so enjoy.

Love of My Life (Azriel x Reader)

a/n - This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic so please be patient with me. Please leave a suggestions. I’m sorry, the story might go a little slow at first. I’m not great at writing. Do you want part two? :)

⚠️- I don’t think they’re any, but please inform me if there are.

if you want to be added to my taglist. Masterlist part 2 part 3

You finished dressing just as your father swaggered in. He had a smirk on his face that you knew meant pain, in places nobody could see, would be inflicted on you very soon.

You braced yourself. Today you would meet your sister- even if she didn’t know it- and the court she loved so much. Despite the horrible stories you’d been told about them, you trusted your sisters judgement, though you’d never met her.

“You’re looking good tonight y/n.” He punched you in the stomach, jabbed you in the ribs. “Excited?” You didn’t answer. Your father's hand wrapped around your throat. “I asked you a question, I expect an answer.”

“No father, just wanted to look my best for you.” The answer you’d given him since you were old enough to know what a horrible male he was.

He narrowed his eyes at you, but only squeezed once before removing his hand. You breathed out softly in relief. “If you ever need to address me, do not under any circumstance, call me ‘father’. Especially in front of your sorry excuse for a sister. I am now ‘Keir’ or ‘steward’ to you. Am I understood?”

“Yes Keir.” He nodded his approval and soon left after leaving you with instructions.

You couldn’t wait; this was the first time Keir had allowed you to attend when the High Lord came.

*****

Fifteen minutes later, you were shaking as you felt the High Lord of the Night Court approach his rightful throne.

But then you saw her, walking before the High Lord, beautiful, a bored, uninterested expression on her face. Your sister. You froze as she locked eyes with you and despite the stories you’d been told, you could see the love and freedom shining behind the eyes. Eyes that looked exactly like yours, like your mothers. Morrigan, the light that occasionally graced this hateful, dark place.

The two of you broke eye contact as she passed you, but your eyes quickly met again as she turned to face the two-faced bitchy crowd your father called his court. Her mask of calm broke, disbelief showing for all of a second before the unfeeling face returned. You frowned, about to try to enter her head with the daemati gifts nobody knew about but that were so similar to the High Lords.

Soon after, the general and spymaster of the Night Court entered. The shadowy male you assumed was the spymaster caught your eye. His blue gems shown, weapons covering his body.

They all turned away and sank into a graceful bow as Rhysand and Feyre took their thrones. The High Lord and Lady. You and everyone else in the court followed Morrigan's example and bowed.

“Rise. Go enjoy yourselves.”

You mingled with the others but when you glanced back, you saw Morrigan making her way towards you. You shook your head slightly and tapped twice against the solid walls protecting her mind.

She just blinked at you in astonishment but returned to the High Lords side as she opened a sliver in her mental shields.

Hello Morrigan. My name is y/n. Nice to meet you. Even in your mind, your voice sounded small and afraid.

You…you’re my sister. And to you, I am Mor.

Alright Mor. Indeed, I am your sister. May I show you some things? You wanted her to know what it was like in this awful place. How much worse things had gotten after her departure.

At Mor’s slight nod of approval, you moved to a shadowy area near a pillar. You sent her memories of your life and in return she let you look through hers. You learned the shadowy males name; Azriel. You repeated it in your head not realizing you were sending your thoughts to your sister. Azriel. Azriel. Azriel.

Don’t worry y/n, we’ll get you out of here and you can have those thoughts of Azriel as often as you wish.

You blinked, blushing.

Your connection was cut off as a sharp claw tapped on your shields. Rhysand, you could sense him. Hesitating, you let him in.

I’m going to send for you soon, come up and stick close to Azriel. We’ll take you back to our home if you wish. What would you like?

Thank you my lord, I would love to see your home.

Just Rhys please.

He left your mind and beckoned for you with a hand. You went up and bowed, low. He and Feyre inclined their heads and you were quickly introduced to their inner circle.

Mor looked like she wanted to hug you, but Rhys pointed you in the spymasters direction. You smiled at your high lord and locked eyes with Azriel.

You almost tripped as something in your chest uncoiled towards him. The mating bond stretched between the two of you. Azriel was your mate. He didn’t seem to notice the bond and when you reached him, he just made space for you to stand by his side. Your heart pounded.

But Mor, she saw something had happened, and you reached out to her when a sliver of her mind opened for you.

Azriel’s my mate. I don’t think he knows.

Before Mor could respond, Rhys called Keir over and said to him in a voice that let him know he would not take ‘no’ for an answer. “May I keep your daughter?”

“Of course my lord, you already have the Morrigan.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. I am taking y/n for as long as I need a helping hand.”

Keir said nothing and Feyre dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She spoke inside your mind, slipping past your slightly open mental shields.

Mor told us what happened, everyone knows besides Azriel. I would suggest telling him but it is your choice, you will always have a choice here.

With that the High Lady retracted from your mind and your mental shields snapped up. You felt like you were dying, the male next to you was your mate, he didn’t know it, he seemed do be ignoring you but you could finally get out of this court and into the real world.

You weren’t sure you were ready for the real world. Mate. The word ricocheted through you, making the world you knew turn upside down and explode. Mate. Azriel was your mate.

part two anybody?

Working Arrangement (Azriel x Reader)

Summary// You and the Shadowsinger had an arrangement, one that worked perfectly. That was until you got to know him.

Note: This was a request by @hazelqualquer. Looking at this now, I realize I could've made it about Azzy being worried, and it would've been cute, but uh... yeah, I didn't go that route.

Request: I wanted to know if you can write something based on the music.... the name is Enchanted...(I thought this song was similar to Azriel, so if you can write this fic about him I'll be very happy)

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You stood against the wall, dress hugging your curves the way you knew he liked. The Shadowsingers gaze had been tracking you all night, his eyes holding a dark promise, one that made your blood heat. He’d kept his distance thus far, allowing you to talk with Feyre and Rhys, the very reason for the party now in full swing. The High Lady had been hard at work for the past few months, planning her mate a surprise birthday party. You’d been more than happy to help, spending the whole morning decorating the room while his brothers kept him distracted. Body aching the whole day, thoughts of Azriel plaguing your mind.

You weren’t together. You’d made sure to draw that line after the first time it happened. When you’d first met, you both needed some kind of release. So that’s what you got. Quick, amazing, meaningless sex. Or at least that’s what it’d started as. You still hadn’t gained the courage to tell Azriel that you didn’t feel that way anymore. That you wanted more. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall for his charm, to fall for him.

You snapped out of your thoughts, looking up to find him watching you intensely. His head tilted to the side, a silent question. One that you’d be more than happy to answer. You set your drink down, making your way out of the room, knowing he followed close behind you.

The sounds from the party grew distant as you moved further away. You felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you into a storage room. He was on you the second the door shut, crowding you against the cool wood. You met his stare, eyes dark with lust. He dove down to your mouth, hand snaking around your leg and raising it to his hip. You eagerly matched his pace, allowing his tongue to slip into your waiting mouth. You moaned against him, fingers diving into his hair as he rolled his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the bulge growing beneath his dress pants.

“Azriel.” You panted out.

He growled as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and swinging you both around. Your ass landed on the counter as he surged forward, reconnecting your lips. His fingers hooked around the straps of your dress, pulling them down effortlessly. You sucked in a sharp breath as the cool air brushed against you bare chest, nipples hardening further. Azriel moved to your neck, slowly kissing his way down your body.

His voice was rough, “I’m going to fuck you so good, princess.”

You whined, tilting your hips up in desperation. You needed him inside you now. Your thoughts clouded as he knelt down on one knee, hand slowly dragging your dress up your thighs and bunching it at your hips.

He dragged his finger over your clothed center, “So wet for me.”

You groaned, grinding your hips against his fingers, needing more. He grinned, shamelessly edging you on as he pulled the lace down your legs. As he stood, you lunged forward, kissing at his neck as you worked to undo his belt. He tilted his head, bearing his neck to you as his hands wrapped under your knees and pulled you forward.

You moaned, mouth watering as his cock sprang free from the confines of his pants. He hooked your leg over his hip, lining himself up to your entrance. His hand wrapping around your neck, tilting your head, allowing you to meet his eyes. Pushing in, the both of you let out a sinful moan.

“So fucking tight, y/n.” He groaned as he brought his forehead to yours, watching the way your eyes rolled back as he pulled out slowly before slamming back into you, hitting that perfect spot.

You both knew someone could come looking for you at any time, the thrill of it bringing you closer to the edge as Azriel set a unforgiving pace. He captured your moans with his mouth, needing to quiet his own grunts as you both neared the edge. Your arms wrapped around him, nails scrapping his clothed back as you barreled into your orgasm. The white hot bliss continued as Azriel pounded into you, thrusts becoming uneven as he too neared his release. He pushed you through a second orgasm, this time joining you. Your heavy panting filled the room as you both worked to gain your bearings.

He pulled away from you, beginning to readjust himself. You hopped down, fixing your dress and hair, quickly swiping your under eyes to catch any smudged mascara. Azriel said nothing, only nodding towards you before turning and letting himself out. You steeled your spine, that familiar pang of hurt beginning to bloom within your your body as you made your way out of the room, following closely behind him.

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Your heart was beating out of your chest as you made your way to his room. After the party, you knew you needed to tell the Shadowsinger, owing it to yourself more than anything. You tried to calm your nerves, terrified of his reaction despite trying to tell yourself that it didn’t matter. But you knew it did. Your heart would be shattered if he turned you away.

He wouldn’t though. You’d seen the way he looked at you when you were together. The long looks thrown across the room. He had to care for you, he had to. As you rounded the corner, inhaling a deep breath and readying yourself to face him, the man you loved, you pulled up short.

You darted back around the corner, peeking your head out and using the shadows to stay hidden. You watched in confusion as Azriel crowded Elain against the door, placing one hand above her head and the other on her waist as he grinned down at her. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, cheeks becoming rosie at whatever crude words were being exchanged. You silently begged your feet to move, but they stayed put, forcing you to watch what would unfold in front of you.

You watched in horror as Azriel bent down, running his lips across Elaine’s. Tears began blurring your vision as they deepened the kiss, her hand sliding into his hair and pulling him closer. You were stupid, so incredibly stupid to believe for even a second that he cared about you. Your hands shook as you watched her giggle before placing her hand on the door knob at her back, watching the way Azriel grinned as she tugged him into the room before kicking the door shut with a soft click.

You heard the lock turn, the sound deafening. Spinning on your heel, you sprinted back to your room. Slamming the door shut, your body slumped against it before sliding to the floor. No longer were you able to hold back the sobs that were tearing through you as your heart shattered.

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You didn’t bother getting out of bed the next day, or the one after that. As you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, you debated another day. Realistically, your family probably already knew that something was up and going another day would only worsen the round of questions they would inevitably have. You reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed, dawning your leathers and heading up to the training ring. You inwardly groaned, seeing Cassian, Nesta, and Rhysand in the middle of their own training. Cass threw you a look that you ignored, turning to get started.

It’d been over an hour, your body slick with sweat as you pushed yourself further, welcoming the burn. Azriel had shown up shortly after you had. You’d thought about leaving, but ultimately decided against it. If he could go on with his life like nothing happened, then so could you. But Mother above, he made it difficult. His perfectly chiseled body was on full display, shining slightly under the morning sun. You hadn’t missed the looks he’d been giving you all morning, choosing to ignore the way they sent heat straight to your core.

As you finished, you headed to the water station to grab a drink before you would flee back to the safety of your room. You didn’t know how you’d survived the heated glances that were being thrown your way but you weren’t about to push your luck. You said nothing as you gathered your stuff, swinging the roof door open and taking off down the stairs.

“Y/n!”

You quickened your steps, “Y/n.” Azriel’s hand banded around your arm, eyes darting around before pulling you into yet another storage closet.

He spun you around, pinning you against the door before leaning down to connect your lips. You instinct, your mouth began to move against his own. You planted your hands firmly on his chest, shoving him back.

He looked down at you, confusion breaking through his mask before placing a hand on your hip, “I’ve been thinking about you for the past few days. Where you been, princess?”

He made to pull you closer as you let out a laugh, completely void of humor, quickly placing your hand over his and removing it from your body, “Oh yeah? Was that before or after you fucked Elain?”

He pulled back from you, “Y/n, what are you talking about?”

You crossed your arms, “Sure, sure. I guess we’ll both just pretend that I didn’t see you kiss Elain in the hallway before following her into her room.”

His expression morphed into one of frustration, his stance becoming defensive, “Why were you following me?”

You took a deep breath, supposing that it didn’t matter now, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

He stalked towards you, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him, “Why, y/n? What did you want to talk about.”

You steeled your spine, knowing that you were shooting yourself in the foot by telling him but needing him to know anyways, “I wanted to talk about our arrangement.”

He cocked a brow, waiting for you to continue, “It’s not working for me anymore.”

He backed away, eyes never straying for yours, “And why’s that?”

You closed your eyes before exhaling, the truth flying out with it, “Because I love you, Azriel. I know it wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did and I can’t do anything about it. I need more Az, more than just the hook-ups.”

He said nothing, only watching you before letting out a booming laugh that had you flinching, “Oh my gods, y/n. You’re serious?”

Your silence spoke for you as his expression hardened, light amusement in his eyes, “Don’t you get it, y/n? We could never be more than this.”

You watched, confused as he made his way to the door, “And why’s that?”

He threw a look back at you, speaking matter-of-factly, “Because, y/n, there’s no nice way to put this: your just a good fuck.”

The door closed, jarring you as the tears began streaming down your cheeks.