Dandelions | Azriel X Witch Reader

Dandelions | Azriel x Witch Reader

summary: Azriel accidentally welcomes your dysfunctional family into your home.

warning: I can't really think of any at the moment besides violence from a witch fight, basically you being protective over Az

a/n: There's not very much known about the witches in the ACOTAR universe so I'm just taking creative control here (: If you're interested in reading more of Az x witch reader, you can find the masterlist here.

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As Azriel sits in your living room, the familiar weight of concern settles in his chest. The past few days have felt like a quiet storm and the bond between you, has fallen eerily silent far too many times to go unnoticed. 

Of course, he’s already asked if you were alright but he sensed the lie as it brewed in your eyes before it slipped out of your lips. The shadows that remain at your side keep him updated on your whereabouts but besides a crow following you one day, there’s nothing else to report. He wonders if you’re upset with him.

Azriel tries to engross himself into the book–as it’s one you recommended to him– in his hand but his eyes keep drifting from the pages. He steals glances toward the closed door of your study. A vibrant green glow, your magic, spills from the edges of the door. He tries to pull on the bond but cannot find you on the other end. You shut him out. Again. 

Three knocks pull him out of his thoughts. Ignoring the skittering dance of his shadows and the way Pearl–your pet spider–retreats back to her corner, he opens the door. There’s no one on the other side. A perplexed furrow forms on his brow as he peeks into the hallway, dispatching his shadows to investigate further. They return with no insights, leaving an unsettling silence in their wake. 

“Hey Az?”

Azriel closes the door and locks it. He turns to see you stepping out from your study. You smile at him sheepishly, toying with your glowing hands. “Can I have some of your blood?” Your voice is surprisingly calm, despite the look in your eyes, and you must mistake his silence as apprehension because you’re adding: “Just a drop!”

He would’ve gladly granted your request but before he can even utter a word, a sudden shift in the air catches your attention. Your eyes widen, a touch of panic flickering within them. It’s a fleeting moment where control slips from your grasp, and in that heartbeat, your side of the bond bursts open.

His wings quiver as if struck by an invisible force. A torrent of emotions crashes over him like unrelenting waves on a storm sea, flooding and overwhelming his senses. Worry etches lines on his face at the raw intensity of your feelings. 

“Toad’s blood!”

In the blink of an eye, he’s standing in front of you, his hands cradling your face. The hazel depths of his eyes burn with concern but you avoid his gaze, your frantic eyes darting around the room as if looking for something–someone.

“y/n, my love,” Azriel implores softly, his heart pounding in his chest as he desperately tries to navigate through the sea of your emotions. “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes land on the door and a palpable tension fills the air. “You opened the door.”

Azriel’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Someone knocked.”

You swallow thickly. “How many?”

“What?”

Your voice is firmer this time. “How many knocks?”

“Three.”

You’re pulling out of his grasp abruptly. You run back to your study and a trail of perplexed worry etches further across Azriel’s face as he follows after you. With a furrowed brow, he observes your hurried actions. Windows are slammed and shut and locked in quick succession. He blinks and you’re running to your room next. “y/n, please talk to me! Tell me what’s wrong!”

You pause, if only for a brief moment, your eyes finally meeting his. “You just opened the door to a gateway of evil.”

“Evil??” Azriel’s wings flinch, the word carrying an unexpected weight. “What evil?”

“My mother.”

A sense of impending danger guides your every move and you’re sprinting past him. Over your shoulder, you urgently command, “Quick! Lock all the windows!”

Azriel responds without hesitation. He races back to your living room, determined to secure the window he opened earlier. As he does so, he sees a crow flying toward him. It’s familiar to both him and his shadows. The dark tendrils hasten to close the window beside him and the crow, unable to halt its trajectory, collides with the glass.

“I think that's all of it,” you say with a sigh of relief. However, it’s short lived as an overlooked detail dawns on you. The window in your kitchen.

Azriel, his shadows and you are already racing toward the kitchen but despite your efforts, you’re too slow to close it. Your sock clad feet glide across the floor and Azriel wraps an arm around your waist from behind, preventing you from falling. It tightens around you, drawing you snugly against him in a protective embrace, just as the crow flutters its wings menacingly and tauntingly above you. His eyes narrow at the bird and his shadows poise like a snake ready to strike. 

Shrouded in a swirling cloud of purple smoke, the crow undergoes a mystical transformation. Its plumage shifts and twists, feathers unraveling and converging as if guided by an unseen hand. A silhouette begins to take form amid the enchanting mist and as the last tendrils of purple dissipate, a beautiful older female stands before you.

“That is not the way to welcome your mother, Dearest.”

**

The last time you saw your mother was when Hybern became allies with Spring. She had asked you to join her coven, out of worry for you if you stayed in the court that was crumbling apart, but Feyre had already secured plans to bring you to Velaris. The City of Starlight was a safe haven for you…until the Hybern attack unveiled its secret. She’s been reaching out ever since–sending countless letters and when those did not work, she started sending ravens.

Though she delves in dark magic, you know your mother means well. She loves you and has been protective of you. Overly protective. Perhaps, you were being dramatic about it all but you weren’t ready for her to meet Azriel yet. You didn’t even get to finish the protective spell you were planning on casting upon him. All you needed was a drop of his blood to complete it…

“Mother,” you reluctantly greet.

She smirks at you. Every muscle of your body tenses and you place your hand over Azriel’s to let him know it's okay. Ever the perceptive one, your mother catches the subtle gesture. Her gaze falls upon the protective presence behind you. She narrows her eyes and points a perfectly manicured finger at him as if to say “I’ll deal with you later.”

With a wave of her other hand, a cage materializes out of thin air. You can barely make out the tiny green creature in it before your mother is thrusting it into your hands.

“Hold your father, will you? I need to go fetch your sisters.”

She says it so casually, it’s comical almost. You grimace as your gaze flickers to the small lizard. It nervously scurries within the small cage it is confined in and you’re tempted to drop it. 

Your father, a former high noble fae from Spring, had been cursed into a feeble gecko at the powerful hands of your mother. She did it shortly after she caught him trying to take your life at the mere age of two. He had plans to kill your mother next and take her heart for his own so now your mother loves to torment him by carrying him with her so that each remaining day of his life is as miserable as can be.

Verena, your mother, walks over to your door as if she owns the place. With an air of confident authority, she swings it open, revealing two females on the other side—your sisters, each birthed from a different father. One, with dark, flowing hair and sinister eyes, wears a smirk that mirrors Verena’s. Maeve. The other, with lighter hair, possesses kinder eyes, and delicate white feathery wings. Thea. She looks at you apologetically. 

You’re slipping out of Azriel’s grasps and joining your family in your living room. The cage falls from your grasp, rolling onto the ground. Binx dives out from the shadows, eyes alight as the cat spots the green creature within. A curious paw swats at it, its claws peeking through the thin gaps at the top of the cage but no one bats an eyelash at the terrified squeak.

A scowl settles onto your face. “Mother, Maeve, Thea. As quickly as you arrived, I want you all to leave,” you say, clapping your hands at them for emphasis. “I did not invite you here.”

“No,” your mother agrees with a nod but her eyes are fixed on something–rather someone behind you. “He did.”

**

Four pairs of eyes are on him and Azriel only cares about one. Yours. His knowledge over your family is limited. He knew your father was a piece of scum but he did not know he still lived. There’s a tightening in his chest and he knows it's coming from your side of the bond. He sends a wave of reassurance through it because if you’re okay, he’s okay. Even if your family is a little overwhelming.

Verena circles around him, her gaze sharp as the crow she morphs into. Azriel stands still, his shadows swirling defensively. When Verena extends toward the talon of his wings, the shadows snap at her, causing her to withdraw. A wicked grin appears on her face.  “A Shadowsinger,” she observes. “What is your name?”

“Azriel.”

Verena hums, stepping back, her eyes scanning every inch of him. There’s a devilish gleam in them when they settle upon his large, membranous wings. He instinctively tucks them back.

“By The Mother, you look absolutely ravishing,” purrs your dark-haired sister.

The lighter haired sister beside her smiles. “He is quite beautiful.”

“Maeve,” the darker haired sister introduces herself. Her dark brown eyes sparkle in amusement. She holds her hand out to him. “We haven’t yet had the pleasure. y/n has been hiding you for far too long.”

Azriel does not take her hand. Instead, he watches her with wary eyes and she laughs. As her eyes deepen in hue, mirroring the unsettling darkness akin to yours, an ominous glow envelops her hands. It resembles a delicate yet foreboding cloud of gray smoke that dances around her fingers. 

**

“Don’t touch him,” you growl, raising your own hand. A raging green fire roars from your fingertips as the darkness takes your eyes.

Maeve turns to hiss at you. Her cloud of smoke is steadfast as it continues its path to Azriel. Your mate. You hiss back but your mother rests a hand on your shoulders and out of the corner of your eye, you swear Thea sends a reassuring gesture your way.

“Oh, come on.” Maeve persists, her voice, both enchanting and seductive, beckons like a magnetic force. She steps closer to him, ignoring the heated glare you send her way.  She places a hand on his arm and you're shaking with rage as you recognize the haze that clouds Azriel's eyes. 

“You look hungry. Would you like a taste? What do you think, Shadowsinger?”

Smoke wraps around him, infiltrating his senses and charging the air around him with an alluring energy.  It smells like chamomile and lavender–a scent intricately tied to you, the enchanting witch he calls his own. You’re shoving away from your mother and prancing on your sister, the two of you tumbling to the ground. “Let him go!”

The room becomes a radiant spectacle, bathed in the ethereal clash of gray and green magic. The air is charged with the tension of their coexistence and you’re pinning your sister to the floor beneath you. “Why do you always have the thirst to take everything I have?”

“Because it’s fun,” Maeve hisses at you, her dark eyes a reflection of yours. “Besides, our family is in need of a new pet, don’t you think?”

“Girls, stop it this instant!”

“Can it be something cute this time? Like a puppy!”

“Thea, shut up!” You say brusquely as you look up.

Thea winces at your tone. Maeve takes the sliver of your distraction to push you off of her. The two of you hastily get to your feet and you hold your hands out ready to unleash the vibrant, verdant rage coursing through your veins at her. 

“I think y/n is ravishing this evening. Don’t you?”

Azriel’s voice is light, dreamy almost as he’s in a trance. He blinks and the tendrils of magic briefly cloud his vision before it clears. He steps away from Maeve’s cloud of smoke, repulsed by her magic and his eyes are searching for you.

His gaze, steady and filled with a profound warmth, captures yours and it feels like a gentle cascade of water extinguishing a flame. The vibrant green fire in your hands gracefully fades away, mirroring the softening of your eyes in the tender exchange. 

“And he’s not even lying,” Maeve frowns with a huff, her voice and eyes returning to normal. Disappointment is written all over her face. No one has been able to escape from her power of seduction before. “How dull.”

Your hand finds solace in Azriel’s and he locks his fingers with yours. You smile at him and he smiles back. You are the only enchantment he desires and your heart swells. You're so happy you could kiss him--

Thea, always one step ahead of everyone, gasps. “He’s your mate.”

Your mother’s eyes undergo a shadowed transformation of her own, reminiscent of a crow’s ominous gaze. Azriel feels a subtle unease but you remain composed. Gracefully, she approaches, her movements mirroring the fluid elegance of a bird. With a discerning sniff, she assesses the air around you both. Her keen eyes flicker to Azriel’s chest–where the emerald, the greatest token of your affection, securely rests beneath his leathers. His siphons awaken in response, pulsing with a powerful and protective luminescence.

“Your heart. Your precious, precious heart,” she whispers, her voice on the brink of tears.

There’s a drastic shift in her voice when she speaks again. It darkens with a mother’s fierce intensity and echoes through the room like a hissing serpent. “You’ve given it to him.”

Your mother outstretches her hand, toward Azriel, her gesture laden with an unmistakable agony. With a resolute urgency, you press your hand against Azriel’s chest, your other hand still wrapped around his. You can feel the pulse of his heart beneath the gem. It’s fast and erratic but gradually soothes under your touch. 

Given your family's history, you can't blame your mother for reacting this way. Maeve's father was a charming merchant, who enjoyed traveling through the sea, and was very aware of his heartthrob status. Your mother was not immune to his allure and though she did not love him, she was possessive over him. So when she caught him touching another female, she cut his hand off, forcing him to always think of her for the rest of his life. She keeps the hand she severed preserved in a jar at her house. 

On the other hand, Thea's father was a peregryn warrior who loved studying the stars in his free time. He was probably the best male out of all three...if he hadn't picked his loyalty for his court over your mother. Surprisingly, your mother left him alone and unharmed but she made a good example of him to you all because even the kindest of men were not to be trusted.

But Azriel is different. 

His sweetness, care and love create a warmth that gently embraces your heart. You’ve spent a lifetime shielding your heart as your mother taught you but with Azriel, it feels different. He is your mate. Your other half, crafted by The Mother and Cauldron itself. In his presence, you find a haven where vulnerability is not a weakness but a welcomed connection. 

“I love him.”

Wheeling with a snarl, she fixes her sharp gaze back onto you. Her hand tenses midair and her talons peak out before dropping it back to her side. She leans so close you can feel her breath tickle yours.  Her gaze travels down to the obsidian necklace you keep on at all times for protection and she feels her throat tighten when she sees the new charm attached to it. It’s an initial. A for Azriel.

“You stupid, foolish girl. What have you done? Have I taught you nothing?”

Azriel growls and his shadows tense as they await their master’s next order. Your hand tightens against him and you send a wave of reassurance through the bond. This was exactly what you had been hoping to avoid. The last male you introduced to your mother was turned into a frog and you hadn’t put up a fight as the male had fallen under Maeve’s spell. But this time, you were willing to fight and defend what was yours. 

“I think it's quite brave,” a dreamy voice cuts in through the tension. “A true testament to love.”

“Shut up, Thea.” Maeve snaps. “No one asked for your opinion.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time you ask for a reading!”

“Azriel.” Your mother’s voice is sharp, demanding attention. “You hold something extremely dear to me now. If I find you to be careless with it–if you so much as hurt y/n in any shape or form…I will hunt you down, rip your heart out and eat it for breakfast.”

“She’s not joking,” Maeve decides to chime in. “She ate Thea’s lover for dinner once.”

“Must you always jump at the opportunity to remind me?” Thea retorts with a look of pained disgust on her face and you almost feel bad for her. She did love that male terribly, as undeserving as he was.

“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal, my dearest,” your mother says in a perplexed tone. She rolls her eyes at the scoff she received in response. “He was a human.”

“He was the love of my life!”

“And others too.” Maeve cuts in, lips curled into a lopsided smirk as she gazes at her nails. “Mother did you a favor there.”

“This,” you say to Azriel, lifting your chin toward your family. Your mother and sisters continue to bicker back and forth while Binx zooms after the rolling cage imprisoning your father. You sigh deeply and Azriel now understands why you were on edge all week, why you had shut him out.

 “This is my family.”

As if on cue, your family turns to him. Binx rests a paw on the rolling cage, halting its movement. Even the green gecko inside seems to peer curiously at the Shadowsinger, its tiny eyes glinting in the dim light.

 Your mother, a formidable figure with an air of ancient wisdom, focuses her attention to Azriel. The expression on her face is a complex blend of skepticism and concern. Her dark eyes narrow as if probing his very soul–a look that has sent many to mad chaos and the room seems to hold its breath as Azriel meets her gaze. 

You step in between them both. “Mother, must you always do this?”

“It’s okay. I have nothing to hide,” Azriel reassures you as he holds your mother’s gaze, unwavering and resolute. “I would never dream of hurting y/n. I love her.”

“He speaks the truth, mother. He’d kill for her, I’ve seen–ow!”

Your mother’s keen eyes linger on him. Despite Thea’s words, she wants to see for herself. The room feels suspended in time as she carries on with probing into his very soul. She’s peering into the depths of his heart, seeping into its cracks and searching for any hint of insincerity. The tension in the room starts to dissipate as she must sense something she agrees with. Slowly, her lips gradually curve in a smile–a genuine one. 

“I like this one,” your mother says as she turns to you. “I shall spare you the part of my visit where I ask you to come back home with me as I now know it will be pointless. So let’s have dinner, hmm? All this excitement has me famished.”

Your mother clasps her hands together, springing the room into action. Binx resumes messing around with your father and Maeve makes her way to your kitchen, your mother following after her.

“I did not agree to you staying for dinner!” You call after them, shooting Azriel an apologetic look.

“She was going to agree anyway.” 

Azriel turns to your sister–the closest to a normal relative you seem to have. Her blue eyes, flecked with silver hold a spark of otherworldly wisdom as she regards him. 

“You can see the future?”

She tilts her head, a cascade of blonde curls falling over her shoulder. Her lips curl into a knowing smile and her peregryn wings flutter. “Only what the stars tell me,” she replies cryptically. “Would you like me to read your cards?”

Azriel contemplates for a moment. He turns toward the kitchen and his eyes find you. You’re engaged in a lively debate about the perfect amount of herbs, claiming that only a pinch of thyme is needed while Maeve stubbornly shakes her head.

“Out of my kitchen! Go seduce a pig for all I care before I hex you with an angry nest of bees!” 

His love for you deepens with every passing second and he nearly startles when he feels a flutter in his chest. It’s you. You echo the sentiment very loud and clear through your end of the bond.

“No.”

“Why not?” She teases, though she already knows the answer.

“Because right now, I have everything I could ever want.”

**

Once your family departs, relief washes over you, and you finally feel able to breathe freely. Leaning against the door, you release a sigh, allowing your eyes to flutter shut momentarily. When you reopen them, your gaze lands on Azriel in the living room. He's seated, head tilted back, eyes closed, weariness evident. Moving towards him, you saunter over, and without a word, he instinctively pulls you onto his lap, his eyes still shut in a shared moment of exhaustion and solace.

Your hands tenderly cradle his face, bathed in the soft glow of your green magic. You massage his temples, your fingertips tracing away the remnants of the headache your mother’s earlier probing had left behind. A contented sigh escapes him at your soothing touch. 

“Thank you,” he breathes and his hands find their place at your hips.

You press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I should be the one thanking you.”

He opens his eyes and there’s a subtle perplexity among them. “How come?”

“Because they’re chaotic,” you answer and tipping your chin down sheepishly, you continue, “I’m sorry for shutting you out. I was doing my best to keep them from coming but I should’ve just told you instead. I was trying to protect you from all of this–”

A scarred finger props your chin up, urging you to look back up at him. The hand that remains at your hip tightens with a comforting reassurance. You find yourself lost in the depths of his beautiful hazel eyes and like always, they anchor you like a tranquil forest bathed in sunlight.

“You don’t have to protect me from this. I accept it–all of you. I love you,” he murmurs. The corner of his lips tug up into a small smile. “Though I do find you unbearingly adorable when you’re protective.”

“Adorable?” You can’t help but laugh. Others would beg to differ. You're sure your eyes have given Cassian nightmares.

“Especially when it’s all for me,” he nearly purrs, pressing kisses to the corner of your eyes. The very eyes he adores, even when they transform into inky pools of black.

He kisses the nape of your neck and your breath hitches. “Did you mean it?”

Azriel hums against your neck. “Mean what?”

“What you said to Thea earlier,” you say, mindlessly confessing that you had been listening to his short conversation with your sister. 

You feel him smile against you. “Of course I did. Whatever the future may bring, as long as I have you, that's enough for me. You’re my everything.”

When he pulls away to look at you, you’re beaming at him. His nose brushes against yours and your hands cup his face again, eyes flickering to his lips before you guide them to yours in a slow yet passionate kiss. You slide your tongue along the softness of his bottom lip, reveling in his honeyed taste and he parts his mouth for you, a small sound of pleasure slipping between your lips.

You kiss him and kiss him until the future seems like a distant thought, overshadowed by the perfection of the present.

**

a/n: I was driving to an appointment when I randomly thought of how chaotic reader's family is and wanted to introduce them formally in case I want to incorporate them in future imagines. This takes place shortly before the one where you get kidnapped.

Also, I'm currently watching the Witcher and I couldn't help myself and use this scene to help me write the part where Maeve tries to seduce Az.

tagging: @fxckmiup

“And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know … ” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.”

Thank you to all 10k of you who have joined me on this journey, I thought it no better celebration than to post this phenomenal Feysand art by the greatest @lulybot 🤍🤍🤍

It was near impossible to pick my favourite Feysand quote, what would yours be?

All characters belong to @sarahjmaas ✨

All I Want For Christmas is You

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Summary: When Park Jimin is unable to escort his precious sister through the gauntlet of corporate holiday galas, he blackmails his best friend Taehyung into being her chaperone. After all, who better to safeguard his headstrong sibling than a man who would never want her for himself? (She and Tae have spent the better part of a decade mutually disliking each other, and that’s putting it mildly.) Yet, even the best laid plans may go awry at Christmas and Kim Taehyung is about to discover that the girl he never wanted has become a temptation he cannot resist…

Genre: Comedy • Fluff  • Smut

Tropes: Brother’s Best Friend (Reader is Jimin’s Sister) • Enemies-to-Lovers

Collab: This work is part of the Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes Collab featuring original holiday themed works by @ppersonna • @xjoonchildx  • @underthejoon • @yeojaa​ • @untaemedqueen • and @snackhobi

Word Count: 17K (I know—I am shocked too honestly)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: suggestive photographs • mention of accidentally being hit with a baseball • hints of jealousy and possessiveness • light tit slapping • explicit sexual content • m/f oral sex • consensual unprotected sex (shield it before you yield it y’all) • Viola’s mirror kink makes yet another appearance •

Acknowledgements:

To @ppersonna​ (Lindy) @underthejoon​ (Fal) and @xjoonchildx​ (Ana) you guys are my heart. Your support, willingness to read (and re-read) and give honest feedback made this fic special. Your friendship is my daily dose of awesome. Truly, I love you.

To @untaemedqueen​ (D) all of the above applies to you, but I owe you a little something extra for the LITERAL HOURS you spent in the doc with me. This fic would not be here without you. You kept me moving. You inspired me. You were amazing. Thank you so very much. This story is lovingly dedicated to you. 

To @hobi-gif​ for being the most thorough and incredible beta reader and for having all the important girl chats with me. I think you learned more about my past than you wanted… Either way you made this story better and I am profoundly grateful for the hours of time you spent. I have removed all the Hope-No-No words in your honor. 

To @lemonjoonah​ as always, you knew EXACTLY what I needed to tweak to make this story work. (Gotta pass that Lemon Litmus Test or no dice lol.) My lovely soul twin. You’re a bloomin’ rockstar. 

Please Picture This Taehyung:

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Yes. Because you absolutely owe me.”

“Then send me a bill, not your unmanageable harpy of a sister.”

Jimin raised a single unimpressed brow. 

“Kim Taehyung. It was exactly five years ago today that I carried your drunken naked ass two miles in the rain after you set your clothes on fire and sprained your ankle at that Beta Phi party.” He paused dramatically. “Do you remember what you said to me that night? After I deleted several pictures off phones and paid off half the party to keep it out of the papers?”

The man in question shifted uncomfortably.

“That incident is a bit hazy in my memory. I’m not sure I recall—”

“Jiminie—you’re the best and I—I owe… you. I owe you the most, Jiminie. I do—I owe you a favor—one BIG favor—anything you ask… Even though… I actually like being naked. I don’t think we need clothes. We should all be naked. Everyone. Then there would be world peace.”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped. 

“You RECORDED IT?!”

Jimin grinned, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

“Naturally. And I had it all ready to go—just in case you needed extra convincing.” He crossed his arms and fixed his best friend of nearly fifteen years with a triumphant smirk. “I’m calling in that favor today, Taehyung. Now are you a man of your word or not?”

“He did WHAT?!”

Your mother winced. 

“Jimin was… uncomfortable leaving you alone for the holiday season. He normally accompanies you to the galas but this year—”

“This year I was going to go alone and finally build my reputation as an asset to this family!”

Park Soomin sighed as she watched her daughter pace fiercely around the living room of their luxury suite. 

“No one doubts that you’re an asset, but… in light of recent events…”

Rage and embarrassment flared up in your chest before you could stop them. 

“This is about Milo… isn’t it?”

The silence that greeted your statement was confirmation enough. 

“Are you ever going to trust me again?” you whispered. 

“Oh sweetheart… it isn’t you we don’t trust…”

Tears burned at the corner of your eyes, but you ruthlessly blinked them back. 

You would play along with their humiliating schemes. 

For now.

“So which one of Jimin’s Ivy League brat pack did he blackmail into babysitting me? 

For the first time in the entirety of the conversation, your mother looked truly nervous. 

“Kim Taehyung.”

You tripped over your own feet and face-planted into the sofa. 

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kiss with a fist.

A Ravenclaw with a surly attitude and sharp tongue.

A Slytherin with a cocky smirk and sarcastic flair.

It was no secret that Y/N and Theodore Nott were the worst academic rivals Hogwarts had ever seen. Since first year, the two have been vying for the top spot. As their seventh and final year rolls around, will the serpent and the eagle overcome the titular sins of pride and prejudice and succumb to the brewing tension between them or will their claws and teeth prevent them from acknowledging their feelings?

CHAPTERS

chapter one.

chapter two.

chapter three.

chapter four.

chapter five.

chapter six.

chapter seven.

chapter eight.

chapter nine.

chapter ten.

chapter eleven.

chapter twelve.

chapter thirteen.

PLAYLIST

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Late Nights and Faerie Wine | Azriel x reader

Summary: Azriel takes care of his drunk mate.

A/N: I know Azriel's shadows are an exception when it comes to wards, and I know they could have just gone to the townhouse instead, but let's just accept my half-assed justification attempts for the sake of this story, shall we? Anyway, let me know what you think and whether you’d like a second part with drunk Azriel. ♡

Word count: 2215

Warnings: alcohol, language, suggestiveness (if that’s a warning?), some teeth-rotting fluff at the end

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Azriel did his best to fight the wheeze that threatened to part his lips when he finally reached the very top of the ten thousand stairs leading up to the House of Wind. It had been a while since he last had to climb them on foot. Some two hundred years, to be exact. He certainly hadn't missed it. Especially with the extra weight.

He felt her chin on his shoulder, her hair blowing in the wind and tickling his nose. She'd kept her arms and legs looped tightly around him to hold herself up throughout the entirety of his ascent, and only now did she slide off his front to land on wobbly legs.

"Wooow," she drawled, grinning at him when he took hold of her elbows to keep her from tumbling back down all those steps. "You're real strong, Azzie. I would have vomited somewhere around that third flight of stairs."

He fought a smirk as he watched her attention flicker to the stars above.

"Might I remind you that you did vomit."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Well, yeah," she said. "But I would have vomited much more if you hadn't carried me."

Azriel brushed a strand of hair from her face to tuck it behind her ear. "You're welcome."

Of course his original plan had entailed a simple flight home. An arm beneath her knee, one behind her back, home within a few minutes. Simple. He'd done it a thousand times before.

Tonight, however, they'd only made it up to the height of some 3000 stairs when she'd suddenly announced that she was going to be sick. Which she then had been. Thoroughly.

She'd emptied her stomach into a bush for ten whole minutes, while Azriel had held back her hair and stroked a soothing palm over the length of her back.

He'd never known her to be motion sick, but then again, she didn't usually spend her nights binge drinking with Mor either. And since winnowing of any sort wasn't possible within the bounds of the House of Wind... up the stairs he went.

She lifted a hand to pat his cheek twice, and her gaze softened. "You're a good friend, Azriel. Loyal." A grin split her face in two. "Finding someone who is willing to carry you up one trillion stairs is..." she narrowed her eyes in search of the right word. "Rare."

Azriel chuckled softly, turning his head to nip the tip of her thumb with his teeth. She drew her hand back laughing.

"Anytime, sweetheart," he said, smiling. He leaned the tiniest bit closer, and delighted in the way she craned her neck a bit closer as well. She didn't seem to even realise she was doing it. "But call me a friend again, and I'll let you climb those last thousand steps on your own next time."

His smile widened when she burst into a fit of bubbly laughter, throwing her arms around his neck to hang most of her weight on him. He felt her joy shoot across the bond, though he did his best to muffle it as much as his heart allowed.

When he'd gone to pick her up earlier, he'd almost grown a little light-headed from all the alcohol she'd consumed, so he tried to keep a lid on the bond for both their sakes.

"There's something else I'd like to climb." A suggestive grin exposed most of her teeth as she tilted her head back as far as her neck allowed to stare up at him from where she kept her chin pressed to his chest.

Azriel smiled and gently pushed her off him by her upper arms to turn her towards the warmth promised within the House of Wind.

"Let's get you inside first," he suggested.

"Yeah, let's."

Her first step was a bit too enthusiastic, almost sending her into a stumble that would have ended in her face-planting the stone floor if Azriel hadn't maintained his hold on her arms. But she soon found her rhythm. A slow one, yes, but a rhythm nonetheless.

They'd almost made it up the stairs that led to their bedroom when Cassian turned a corner.

If Cassian hadn't noticed her state of intoxication from the instable stand she maintained, he certainly would have when she threw her arms wide open to fall face first against his chest.

"Cass, I'm so glad you're here!"

The Lord of Bloodshed threw a bewildered look at his shadow-wielding brother, who sighed through his nose in return.

"I'm so glad you're here, too, sweetheart," Cass then grinned, scrunching his nose when she pushed off him to stagger back into Azriel's awaiting arms. "You and half of Rita's liquor cabinet judging by your breath." He pushed the air from his lungs in a long exhale. "I'd stay away from open flames if I were you."

"You're so funny," she snorted, seeking out Azriel's hand behind her back. "But don't mind us, we're on a mission."

"Oh yeah?" Cassian asked, grinning when he leaned back against the wall to cross his arms over his chest. He ignored the warning in Azriel's eyes. "And what mission is that?"

She turned to run the tip of her nose up the length of Azriel's neck, and he couldn't suppress a shiver at the cold that still clung to her skin.

Her voice was soft when she spoke—so unlike her previous vigour, and incredibly unfitting in the face of her words.

"Getting your brother to do me."

Cassian snorted, and Azriel stared at her, perplexed.

"I'm sure he'd be more than willing to comply." Cassian grinned at his brother as he spoke, and Azriel could have throttled him.

Azriel’s attention only snapped back to his intoxicated mate when she gave a heavy sigh and slumped a bit further into his side.

"I doubt it," she muttered. "Whenever I drink, he gets real stingy with the di—"

"Alright, that's enough, my love," Azriel mumbled, meeting her gaze when she turned to look up at him. "He gets the idea."

Cassian snickered. "I love how she has no filter when she's drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" she gasped as soon as the words had left his mouth, outrage edged into her features when she looked at him. "That's the point!"

"Oh please," Cass snorted. "You’re shitfaced. Though I must say, I'm surprised you're still in control of your tongue. My words would be losing their suffixes by now."

The smile on her face grew sultry when she turned back to look at Az, fingers spread on his chest.

"Hear that?" she said, tilting her head ever so slightly as her gaze flickered to Azriel’s mouth. "I'm still very much in control of my tongue."

“Alright,” Azriel sighed, though the corners of his lips gave a telling twitch. He once again took gentle hold of her elbows before turning and steering her further down the hall. “Time to go to bed. Say goodnight to Cass.”

“Good night, Cass!” she threw over her shoulder, to which the Lord of Bloodshed snickered.

“Good night, sweetheart. Make good choices.”

As soon as they reached their bedroom, all remaining strength seemed to leave her muscles at once, and she flopped face first onto the bed, arms spread like the wings of a bird mid-flight.

“Do you need help getting ready for bed?” Azriel asked, suppressing a smile as he dug one of his old shirts from the depth of a drawer.

She rolled to her back and sat up, blinking slowly.

Passing over his question, she began to speak, lids heavy.

“I have some bad news.”

“Yeah?” Azriel asked, all the while unbuckling his leathers.

“Yeah,” she said, her tone as grave as the expression on her face. “I think I’m in no shape to have sex right now.”

Amusement pulled the corners of Azriel’s lips higher when he watched her sigh as though her puppy had just passed. “That’s too bad, my love.”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “But we’ll totally have sex tomorrow.”

“Yes, tomorrow.”

A crease appeared between her brows. “You don’t sound enthusiastic at all, Azriel. Are you even excited?”

“So excited!” Azriel said with the necessary vigour in his tone, bending down for the tip of his nose to brush hers. He lifted a palm to cup her face and smiled when her eyes fluttered closed at his touch. “I won’t be able to think about anything else,” he said, only half lying. “Now, please lift your arms.”

She did as she was told, and Azriel pulled her shirt over her head, followed closely by skilled fingers unhooking her bra before he held open the collar of his shirt for her to easily stick her head through.

It went well until she confused the slits for his wings with the armholes and got caught in the fabric, laughing when Azriel attempted to untangle her.

As soon as she was free, she fell back onto the mattress with a loud exhale, and Azriel proceeded to open the laces on her pants. With a gentle tap of his hand against her hip, she lifted her butt just far enough for him to pull the fabric down her legs.

“You know what, Azriel?”

“What, my love?”

“You’re really pretty.”

When Azriel lifted his head to meet her gaze, he found her watching him from where she still lay with her back to the mattress, a cheeky grin on her face.

Azriel felt his own cheeks lift as he smirked to himself and left for the briefest of moments to fetch her a glass of water. When he returned, she’d already managed to slip beneath the blanket, and suddenly she looked soft enough for Azriel’s heart to skip a beat.

He transferred the glass into her awaiting hands before dropping the last of his leathers and joining her in bed. A slight flinch tore through him when ice-cold feet found his legs, and he narrowed his eyes at her when she chuckled in response.

“Is that the thanks I get for carrying you up one trillion stairs?”

“No, I already told you, you’ll get that tomorrow,” she grinned, to which Azriel gave a soft snort.

As soon as she’d placed the now-empty glass on her nightstand, Azriel wrapped his arm around her mid-section to drag her across the mattress until her back hit his chest and she gave yet another laugh.

He closed his eyes when he lowered his face to her neck, inhaling the scent that—even despite the time spent in a crowded pub—still smelled so distinctly like her it made his head cloud with adoration.

“I love you,” he breathed against her skin, noting with satisfaction the way she shivered at the tone and feel of his words so close to her ear.

Her hand found his, and she wrapped nimble fingers around his wrist to curl his arm a bit tighter around her until his palm lay pressed to her ribcage, her fingers intertwined with his.

“And I love you,” she whispered into the comfortable silence of the room. “Thank you for taking me home.”

He breathed a kiss to the edge of her jaw. “Anytime.”

“You know what, Azriel?” she asked for the second time tonight, her words growing heavier by the second.

“What, my love?”

“Before I met you, I always stopped after two drinks, tops.”

Azriel smirked. “Are you saying I’m turning you into an alcoholic?”

“No,” she drawled, turning in his arms until she faced him, her body still pressed to his, her face now mere centimetres away. He couldn’t stop his gaze from flickering to her lips when she spoke. “I’m saying you make me feel safe. I know you’ll always be there on the other end of that line, looking out for me. When I feel you tug on the bond just to check in, and I know you’d be there within seconds if I needed you to, it’s… the best feeling in the world.”

She lifted a hand to his face, gentle fingertips tracing his lips as though following the lines of a precious art piece.

Azriel swallowed.

“Always,” he said, his voice barely above a breath. “I’ll always come when you need me to.”

A mischievous gleam entered her eyes, and Azriel knew he’d said the wrong thing before she so much as opened her mouth.

“Well, I’ll need you to do that tomorrow.”

Azriel snorted softly and drew the tip of her finger between his teeth in a teasing bite. “Leave it to your drunk ass to ruin the moment.”

She giggled, curling deeper into his chest.

A long while passed with neither of them saying a word, and just when her breathing had grown deeper and Azriel thought that she’d managed to fall asleep, her quiet tone broke the silence once again.

“Azriel?”

He smiled, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“Yes, my love?”

“I’ll always look out for you, too.”

He swallowed again, pulling her a bit closer, and this time, when her breathing evened out, Azriel was sure that she really was asleep now. And as he held her to his chest, and felt the emotion grow where her heart beat right next to his, he knew that she’d meant it.

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Read part two with drunk Az here!

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Genre: Werewolf au! /angst/fluff/smut

Pairing: Jungkook x f. Reader

Word count: 87k

Warnings: mentions of a family member falling sick. Mentions of infidelity, death of a character, alludes to domestic abuse, there’s also a couple physical altercations but they’re not gory, oral (male receiving) loss of virginity, fingering, oral (female receiving), bumpy first time sex, unprotected sex, knotting, a tiny sprinkle of dirty talk, unintentional edging?

Summary: You’ve been raised to be a Luna since you were born. You’ve always had an idea of how your future would be, there was little room to imagine anything different. You’d meet your mate and fall madly in love, and the two of you would take over for your parents once they got older. But what happens when a certain wolf comes in and throws all of your plans on their head?

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