Late Nights And Faerie Wine | Azriel X Reader

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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!

🥹🥹 so cute omg i love this so much!!

Snapshots of Time

Summary: your relationship with Azriel, as shown through your relationship with Cassian.

Author’s note: this is based on this incredible request. Honestly I could do this forever I’m OBSESSED with Cassian I need to be his best friend like now.

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The hulking Illyrian general looked down at the woman in front of him, examining her outstretched hand. Azriel stood behind her, watching Cassian with curious eyes.

No one knew how this was going to go, what to expect. Azriel never brought girls home, let alone asking Cassian to meet one of them. The moment clear in his mind, as Azriel walked into the dining room to eat breakfast with Cassian.

The shadowsinger sat down, setting his morning coffee, eggs, and bacon in front of him. Cassian looked at him, nodding in greeting as he shoveled some cantaloupe into his mouth.

His brother spoke first, “are you doing anything after lunch?”

Cassian thought about his day, he had dinner plans, but nothing for the afternoon. He shakes his head no, his mouth still full of cantaloupe.

“Good,” his brother tells him, “I want you to meet someone.” Cassian stops chewing, surprised at this. “You want me to meet someone?” Is what he tried to say, but with the cantaloupe blocking his throat, it came out more like, “boo bant me bo beat bomeone?”

Despite the confusing question, Azriel knew what his brother meant and sighed. “Yes, I’ve been… seeing someone.”

His tone conveys he doesn’t want this conversation to continue, but Cassian will not let him get away without a few answers. “You’ve been seeing someone?”

“Yes,” Azriel states, “and she wants to meet you.”

Cassian finally swallows the hunk of cantaloupe, “so it’s a her?” He asks, waggling his eyebrows. Azriel swallows his bite of eggs, disdain coating his voice. “If you can’t handle it-“

Cassian cuts him off, “Oh, I can handle it, brother. I assure you.”

He looked again at the lady in front of him, a smile adorning her face, making her look so soft, so warm.

He can see why she has Azriel wrapped around her finger - she’s been in front of Cassian for all of thirty seconds, telling him her name and offering her hand to shake, and he already finds her incredibly endearing.

But he also wants to give both of them a hard time. As nice as she may look, this is serious for his brother. His brother, who has always felt so undeserving of love, bringing someone to meet his family.

Well, to just meet Cassian. Azriel figured slow introductions was the best way to go about this, and he started with Cassian. A decision Cassian can tell Azriel is starting to regret.

“Ah,” he takes your hand, giving you a bone crushing handshake. You take it like a champ, he notes, as he calls you by the wrong name. It’s close to your own name, but not exact.

You correct him, prompting him to call you a different, incorrect name. He looks at you expectantly, the eye contact you share telling Cassian that you know exactly what he’s doing. And you don’t back down.

“That’s right, Calliope.” You respond, “nice to meet you.” You smile at him, a sweet smile that he sees through.

Wonderful.

-

Azriel had asked Cassian if it would be okay if he brought you to training. It was something you seemed interested in and, Azriel admits to Cass, if things continue he’d prefer you to have some knowledge of defending yourself.

Cassian had seen you a time or two since your first introduction, the two of you continuing to use incorrect names for each other. He agreed to let you come, as long as he could help your training.

You showed up to training the next morning, a teasing smirk making it’s way to Cassian’s face as you approach.

“Behave,” Azriel warns his brother, as he approaches you. You smile as he gets closer, standing on your toes to kiss him quickly.

Cassian’s desire to tease you both falters for a second, wanting nothing more than to make a comment about the red finding its way up Az’s neck, heating his cheeks. The general goes to say something, stopping as he watches the way you look at his brother. Your eyes show such kindness, such warmth, even from yards away.

You walk up, greeting Cassian as you come up to him. “Good morning, Cassandra.” He chuckles, throwing an incorrect name back at you. “You ready to learn?”

You beam, “yeah! Hopefully you’re a good teacher - maybe I’ll surpass you and take your job.”

You start shadow boxing around him, pretending to hit him. Cassian laughs at you, as Azriel looks at you fondly, your back turned to him.

The two of them lead you through a variety of stretches, they teach you how to throw a punch, and where to strike an opponent for the most impact.

“Can I spar with you?” You ask Cassian, both of the males eyebrows shooting up at your request. “I’d ask Azriel, but I don’t want to ruin his pretty face,” you say, cupping his face in your hands.

Cassian grumbles as you two walk towards the clearing, “I’m pretty too…”

You laugh, as he turns to face you. “Okay, sunshine, let’s spar.”

You two circle each other, and Azriel watches from the sidelines in both amusement and to ensure you don’t get hurt. Cassian throws a lazy punch at you, which you block flawlessly, the shock etching his face. You throw a piss poor punch on purpose, wanting him to lower his guard. He blocks your punch easily, and you two continue in this half-assed dance for a few minutes, until you decide to go all out.

You fake a left jab, causing Cassian to move to defend his left side, leaving the right side of his face open for your fist to collide with.

The impact creates a bone breaking sound that doesn’t come from your fingers. Azriel sucks in a breath, running towards the two of you as Cassian falls to the ground.

He looks up at you, the blood dripping down his face. “Where’d you learn that, sunshine?” He laughs, spitting blood out in the ground.

“I have three older brothers,” you smile down at him. “They taught me how to throw a punch.”

You offer a hand, and he takes it, laughing as you help him up.

-

Cassian’s wings were flapping so hard, so fast. He was exhausted, the events of the day catching up to him. Determination to get to you was keeping him moving.

He vaguely knew where you lived, Azriel mentioning stopping by to see you after going to a bakery. He lands in front of the bakery, and does the only things he knows how to: he starts knocking on doors.

Various Velaris citizens open their doors, ready to be angry at whoever is pounding on their door in the dead of night, until they see the High Lord’s General, asking if anyone with your name or your description lives there or if they know you. Eventually he reaches a door where the woman inside tells him that you live a few doors down, with the green door and flowers on your doorstep.

He approaches the door, knocking until you open the door, only allowing a small sliver to see who is there. “Cassian?” You ask, opening the door wider. He can tell he woke you up, due to your messy hair and sapphire blue nightgown.

You wake up at the realization of Cassian being at your door, immediately asking him if Azriel’s okay. Cassian shakes his head, asking if you want to come see him. You ask how dire it is, and he says you have a moment to change into actual clothes. You find some sweatpants and a shirt Azriel had left at your place, and allow his brother to scoop you into his arms as you two fly towards the House of Wind.

The flight is silent, both of your anxieties practically palpable through the air. You two eventually land, Cassian leading you directly to Azriel’s chambers.

You had been a frequent visitor to Az’s room in the other residences, but you’d only been in the House of Wind once. You’re thankful for Cassian’s lead, following close behind him.

You wind through the halls until Cassian stops in front of a door, knocking softly. He waits a moment, then enters, no response from the other side. He opens the door and Rhys is present, turning to look at the both of you as you enter the room.

You take in Azriel’s form on the bed. He’s asleep, you hope, watching his chest, watching it rise and fall slowly. You match your breathing with his, the deep breaths calming you, the only way Azriel can soothe you right now.

“How- uh- how bad is it?” You ask, unable to look away from his form on the bed. You approach slowly, taking in the injuries as you get closer. You’re a few feet away and you can see the deep bruising on his face, his chest, his arms. You shutter, his knuckles covered in blood.

Rhys grabs your shoulders softly, “he’s going to be okay, sore, but okay. He was asking for you, though.”

You nod, Azriel’s request warming your heart a bit. He always came to you after missions to help bandage his wounds. You smile a bit at the fact that whatever the hell happened to him out there didn’t stop him from wanting to continue that tradition.

Cassian is the first to move, as he moves two chairs to sit next to Azriel’s bed. He gestures for you to sit in one of them, as he takes up residence in the other one.

Rhys rubs your shoulders softly as he asks, “do you want some tea? Water? Anything?”

You clear your throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Some tea would be nice, thanks.”

Azriel woke up feeling incredibly groggy and like he had fallen from a balcony. He heard laughing, and he kept his eyes closed to figure out what was happening near him.

The room smelled like his room, the sheets felt like his, and he almost snapped his eyes open at your laugh.

No, not just your laugh, but the loud boisterous laugh of Cassian and the soft amused laugh of Rhys.

The three of you were talking about him.

“The morning he told me he wanted us to meet, he was shaking like a wet dog,” Rhys said, amusement lacing his tone.

“No hr wasn’t,” you say, shock in your voice. “Oh, yes,” Rhys replies, shifting in his seat. “He’s never brought anyone home before, and he’s never talked about anyone before.”

Cassian snorts, “I almost caught him with someone a century ago. I swear I heard something, but when I came in poof they were gone.”

You laugh, the sound filling Azriel’s chest with warmth. “He had told me that you two wanted to meet me!”

Rhys laughs, “he told us you wanted to meet us!”

You all laugh, as Azriel stirs slightly. He opened his eyes to find Rhys in a chair on his right, with you and Cassian taking up two chairs on his left.

“Don’t listen to anything they say,” Azriel rasps, coughing from how dry his throat was. “They’re both liars.”

Azriel closed his eyes again, but he felt your hand wrap around his, and he could see your face in his mind. Your hand squeezed his, and despite the injuries, he couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Hi, love.”

“Hi Azzy,” Cassian responds, earning a groan from Azriel.

You want to touch his face, but you’re worried you’ll hurt him.

“Well, now that you’re awake, we’ll see ourselves out,” Rhysand told him, offering him a wink as his brothers get up and begin moving to the door.

“A woman’s love is the best medicine,” Cassian says.

“You assholes aren’t even going to see how I am? After staying all night?”

Cassian laughs, “oh, we didn’t stay here out of concern over you. We stayed to keep her company.”

-

Looking at where you and the general stood, you regretted the events leading you here. “I’m just saying he’d love this little black number.”

Cassian currently had an arm draped around a mannequin, wearing the least amount of fabric possible.

“Cassian,” you hiss, embarassment leaking out of you, “why are we here?”

“You asked for help for a gift - this is my help!” He says, gesturing broadly around the lingerie shop. You hiss at him, “this isn’t what I had in mind-“

A chipper voice cuts you off, “good morning! How are you two today?” You turn to find a pretty shopkeeper looking at you and Cassian, her eyes lingerinf on his biceps wrapped around the mannequin. You swear you see him flex a little.

Cassian looks at you with a shit-eating grin as he tells her, “great! I’m helping her find a gift for my brother.”

She looks between you two, confusion on her face. “Is it for him to wear? We have a men’s section-“

“No, no,” Cassian says,”I’ll come back another day to check out that section. We’re looking for something for her, preferably in black or blue.”

He smiles at the shop associate, and she blushes at his attention. He winks at her, as she turns around to find you some options.

“Cassian, I’d prefer it if you weren’t aware of my lingerie choices.”

He raises his hands up, “I can close my eyes if that’ll make you feel better.” He places his hands over his eyes, “just guide me around the store, please, so I don’t fondle any mannequins.”

-

“I know something you don’t know,” Cassian coos at you, swaggering into the room. You’re seated in the library, enjoying a nice book by the fire. At least, you were.

“Hi Cass,” you say, taking a sip of your wine. He plops down next to you, stretching his arm behind you on the couch. You almost recoil at his smell, clearly coming in straight from training or fighting or something.

“Ugh, Cass, can you shower before showing up? You have a smell.” You fake gag at him.

He waggles his eyebrows, “some call it a musk,” he replies, “and I know you like it when Azzie is all sweaty after training.”

You roll your eyes, moving a little away from him. “Yes, but he’s hot. It’s different.”

He gawks at you. “It’s not different!” He insists, “I’m hot!”

You sigh, accepting the turn in conversation. “Yes, but not when you smell like that.”

He waggles his eyebrows, “so you do think I’m hot?” You slap him across the chest. “Yes, you’re a very handsome boy. Now what did you know that I don’t?”

Cassian pauses, trying to remember why he came in here in the first place. Then he remembers, smiling at you. He leaned back, placing his hands together on his stomach.

“Ah, yes. I know something you don’t know.”

You huff, “yes Cassian, and I know plenty that you don’t know.”

“Yes but my knowledge is about a certain pretty shadowsinger.”

You eye him, his grin spanning his whole face. “What do you know?”

Cassian looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. “What’s it worth to you?”

You push him, “tell me.”

“What’s it worth?”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“Value?”

You sigh, “I’ll set you up with my friend Varia.”

He lifts an eyebrow, “promise?”

“If your information is valuable enough.”

“Oh I can guarantee it.”

“Then we have a deal. What do you know?”

Cassian looks around the room, to ensure you’re truly alone, including the presence of any nosey shadows. Once he feels confident you’re truly alone, he tells you, “I saw him in a jewelry store today.”

You pause, “okay?”

“And your birthday isn’t for six months, solstice was two months ago, your anniversary is in 8 months, so…”

He motions his hands, hoping you’ll get what he’s insinuating.

“He’s preparing?” You ask. The general rolls his eyes. He grabs both of your arms, shaking you as he tells you, “he was looking at rings!”

You gasp, “no you did not! Did you see any? What did they look like? Do you think they’d fit my fingers?”

Cassian rolled his eyes, “well he wasn’t shopping at Jewelry for Giants”

You hit him in the chest with a pillow. “No, I didn’t see any of them, but he was there for quite a while. Pretty sure the shop assistant showed him everything he had in the store.”

You squeal, launching yourself onto Cassian in a hug. “This better be real, valid intel Cassian or I swear I’ll cut off your testicles and feed them to Bryaxis.”

He eventually leaves, having had enough of your squealing and questions about rings, opting for a glass of milk before bed. As he’s in the kitchen pouring a glass he hears from behind him, “Cassian I know you saw me.”

He flinches, but just barely, causing the shadowsinger to smile just a touch. “Saw you where?”

Azriel sighed, “stop playing dumb with me Cassian, you saw me at Winston’s Jewelry.”

Cassian’s surprised at Azriel’s forwardness, his lack of dancing around subjects a skill Cassian wishes he shared. “Yes, I did. So? I assumed you were buying a birthday gift.”

His brother doesn’t buy the fib. “You know exactly what I was looking for in that store.”

“Mm, jewelry?”

Azriel closes his eyes, counting to ten, to keep himself from leaping across the kitchen and stabbing his brother. He keeps his eyes closed as he says, “I bought a ring.”

“This is so sudden, brother, I mean how could I say yes when we haven’t even spent a night together?”

Azriel rubs the bridge of his nose, annoyance still there from the moment he saw Cassian watching him. “Not for you, for her.” He pauses and Cassian doesn’t try to fill it, waiting for Azriel to continue.

Azriel sighs, letting the truth fill the room. “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

Cassian cheers in delight, excitement coursing through him.

“How are you going to do it? A bunch of flowers everywhere? Oh, oh, put the ring on your cock and -“

Azriel balks at Cassian, the headache coming back. He goes to walk away, but stops. “Just - don’t tell her you saw me. Please?”

Cassian pales, but agrees, and watches his brother head towards his room. Once he hears the click of his door, he races across the house to the library, where you’re still seated.

“Don’t-“ he pants, “mention anything about rings.” He pants again, surprisingly winded. “I didn’t tell you anything.” He turns to walk away, but he hears you say, “okay?” before he walks out.

-

You were spreading olive oil across the grape tomatoes as you heard your door open. You didn’t hear movement as your husband walked into the kitchen, your back turned to him.

“You’re home early,” you say, stirring the gnocchi. “How was your day, sweets?”

“It was fine, darling,” you hear Cassian respond, followed by a chair dragging across your floor as he plops down, spreading his legs wide, taking up a considerable amount of space.

You turned around, expecting a different Illyrian in your kitchen, a quick retort on your tongue as you look down and see his shoes. “Cassian!” You scold, “I’ve told you to take off your muddy boots before you come in.”

You walk over to him, flicking him in the ear. He rubs it softly, muttering about something. “Sorry, dear,” he says, emphasizing the term of endearment, as he starts unlacing his shoes.

You begin walking back to continue your cooking. “I thought you were my husband,” you shout to him as he walks back through your living room, the door softly opening. “Well, I’m flattered sweetheart, I thought we could have had something special, too, but my rascal of a brother got you first.”

You roll your eyes at him, stirring your noodles, “We never would have worked out, Cass. We’re both too chipper, we need to share our happiness with the grumps of the world.”

Cassian snorted, opening your fridge to grab a beer, “no we wouldn’t have worked out because Azriel would have murdered me if I made a move.”

He opens his beer bottle with his teeth, chuckling.

You laugh, cutting up your cooked chicken to mix it back into the pasta. “Oh what could have been, Cass. The world wouldn’t have been able to handle us together.”

“I know I certainly couldn’t.”

You smile, feeling your husband ghost a kiss to your cheek. He wraps his arms around you, basking in your scent before he goes to get his own beer.

Cassian rolls his eyes, “you would have skulked for hundreds of years, brother.” Your eyebrows raise, “you think we would have been together for centuries?”

“Oh yeah,” Cassian nods, putting his beer down on the table. “If not out of love, out of spite.” He gives Azriel a little smirk, and Azriel slaps the back of his head.

“Why are you here, Cass, other than to flirt with my wife?” He asks, taking his usual seat at the table.

“Yeah, Cass, didn’t you have a date tonight?” You ask, placing the pan in the oven and setting a timer. Azriel stills at your question. His brother did have a date tonight, one that should have started two hours ago.

You both reach the same conclusion as you say, “oh, Cass,” turning around to look at him. “What happened?”

He shrugs, starting to rip the label off his bottle to occupy himself. “She just.. wasn’t right.” He sighs, a contemplative look overcoming his features. “I just want something real. Not a few nights, not a few months. Something real. Like you two.”

Cassian’s face reddens, his admission in the air. He’s about to apologize, but you wrap your arms around his head, placing your own on top of his.

“You deserve someone incredible, Cass. Someone that isn’t me.” He laughs, patting your arms. “I’m sorry she didn’t work out. But you’re free to stay for dinner tonight, if you want. I’m making pesto chicken gnocchi.”

Cassian sighs, deflating in your arms a bit, “I don’t want to impose-“

Azriel snorts, “yes you do. Go ahead, Cassian. Impose. We’re happy to let you.” Cassian smiles, a real, genuine smile. Most nights the loneliness doesn’t get to him, but this is a rare night for vulnerability, and as the three of you gather around the table, gossiping about the girl Rhys was under the mountain with and how she was now at the Moonstone Palace with Rhys, Cassian feels his friends help carry his burden.

Azriel

Art: tangerine.eileen

On Wings of Mist & Memories | JJK

▻ On Wings of Mist & Memories ↳ DragonRider!Jungkook x FieldScribe!f.Reader ⤜ Exiled Royalty, High Fantasy AU ⤜ Enemies to Lovers | Angst, smut, fluff ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 39,753 ⤜ Summary: You’re a Psion—disguised Field Scribe—of the Golden Kingdom of Bolas, attached to the Front Wing Infantry. After an ambush from the sky rips down the safe walls around you, you find yourself at the mercy of a brutal man, his dragon, and his shadows. ⚠️ Crass language, combat/violence, minor character deaths, talk of war, brief nudity (nonsexual, mostly), sexual references and feelings, flashback minor character death, mild sexual tension, suggestive inner thoughts, lots of sexual tension, crude banter, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, shadow penetration/sex (it's exactly what you're probably thinking it is: fun af), lots of praise, sexual pleading/begging, endearingly awkward sexual tension, shameless flirting, oral m. receiving, shadow clit play, nipple pinching/teasing, v. sex, mild cum play & eating, multiple orgasms, sad feelings/thoughts of the future, fighting, mild violence, implied minor character death, minor character terminal sickness that leads to off-page death, talk of forced bonds, heartache, pregnancy, off-page childbirth Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Chapter 1: Shadowsword

Chapter 2: Oath Breaker

Chapter 3: Burnished Heart

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ August 2023 “A Love Like War” Writing Event.

A special thank you to @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi & @peachiilovesot7 for being the best betas!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

Glossary/Map Mave - dragon rider who can wield magic, tethered to the soul of their dragon when they bond (death for both if one dies) Psion - infinite memory/recall Reaver - a dragon that can wield magic, tethered to the soul of the rider they bond (death for both if one dies) Noks - infantry soldiers, humanoids who can enter berserk/rage mode Rider - regular dragon rider, no magic, uses bows or scouts Brute - riderless dragon, usually wild and very dangerous Wielder - magic user, no dragon needed Signis - the designated/specific type of power someone wields Helnite - metal ore that can cut off magic from its user Golden Blight - incurable blood disease

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I don´t even know what this is, it just basically flowed out all in one and urgh did it make me feel all warm and *suppressed squeal and kicks feet as buried in pillow*

aka warm fuzzy Az fluff in form of a tiny lil drabble

The soft whisper of voices slowly pulled me out of my slumber; footsteps, heavy but quiet, followed by the gentle creak of leather right in front of me making the haze of sleep slowly disperse.

Shifting a little, I breathed out, and a warm weight settled on my jaw, a thumb slowly brushing over my cheek.

Something rose in a flutter against my ribs, and slowly cracking open an eye, I squinted against the warm glimmer of the fae lights. My tired gaze needed a moment until it focused on the male crouched next to the sofa, dark hair tousled and eyes warm like amber as they slowly moved over my face.

Feeling the thrum in my chest, I exhaled slowly, my heart beating steadily as I blinked slowly and whispered: "Hi."

One corner of Azriel´s lips curved upwards until a soft crease formed in his cheek. "Hi."

My gaze dragged over him, his leathers dirty, wings tucked in behind him and shadows quietly swirling around his feet as Azriel slowly swiped his thumb over my cheek. Then I blinked and pushed myself up a little, Azriel´s hand sliding from my neck down to rest on my bare knee as I looked over the back of the couch and found Rhys and Cass at the entrance to the living room.

"You okay?", I whispered, the peaceful quiet of the house at night making my voice sound even softer.

Both males nodded, sending me tired grins, then Rhys dipped his head in a silent goodbye and vanished in a cloud of darkness, and Cassian saluted tiredly and turned around, his huge frame disappearing in the foyer.

Turning back towards Azriel, I felt something swerve a little in my chest and my brows furrow when I caught a glimpse at the dried blood over his right eyebrow.

Reaching out without thinking, my fingers softly brushed over his skin as my eyes darted towards his, and the thrum in my chest intensified when Az reached up. His hand closed around mine, gently tugging it down, and my breath hitched, my heart fluttering gently when Azriel pressed his lips against my fingers.

"I´m fine,", he mumbled, his low, deep voice sending a soft, pleasant shiver through me as his lips brushed over my skin.

Keeping my hand engulfed in his for another second, pressed against his lips, Azriel pushed himself up, my fingers sliding out of his when he leaned down. His scent washed over me, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders without hesitation when his slid around me and lifted me up. My body curled into his chest like muscle memory, my temple falling against his neck, and my eyelids began to droop a little when I mumbled sleepily: "I can walk, you know?"

The warmth of Azriel´s body seeped through his leathers when he started to move, and I knew his lips were curving just from the tilt in his voice when he mumbled back: "Sure. And fall asleep before you reach the third floor."

Sliding my fingers into his hair to tug gently, I tried to keep my heavy eyes open, nuzzling my face into the crook of Azriel´s neck. There was a soft swerve in my chest that wasn´t mine, and I felt my lips curve into a smile.

"If you´d just gone to bed like I told you to, there wouldn't be any carrying." Azriel´s quiet voice reverberated through my body, quiet and so low and deep, it caused a tingle to run down my spine as he made his way through the foyer. His scent started to fill my lungs, making my lids even heavier as the smile on my lips widened just a little.

"Oh, shut up, shadowboy. You´d be waiting too if it was me in your place."

Azriel huffed, but I felt the thrum rising in my chest as he started to climb the stairs. My eyes slowly drifted shut as I focused on the warm tug under my ribs that lead to the male carrying me, the steady rhythm of Azriel´s heart and the way my body seemed to fit perfectly into his.

By the time we reached the fourth floor, I was almost asleep. Before, the reason I had dozed off was simple exhaustion that had overwhelmed me despite the soft nag of worry. Now, with all of the males back; Azriel back, it was nothing but tiredness gently coaxing me back to sleep as Az pushed open the door to his room with his shoulder.

Feeling a soft sound escape me, I tightened my grip when Azriel leaned down, gently placing me on the mattress. His scent rising from the sheets made me curl my fingers into his shoulders, and there was a soft tug in my chest, gentle and teasing when Azriel mumbled: "Come on, sweetheart."

Grumbling, I slipped my hands of his shoulders, rolling heavily onto my side in the soft sheets and cracking open an eye, and my heart performed a gentle backflip when Azriel dropped his head and pressed his lips against my temple.

"Be right back,", he mumbled against my skin, his voice vibrating through me, and exhaling into the pillow, I nodded, my heart tumbling when Azriel´s fingers brushed over my neck and he straightened up.

Listening to his steps and the sound of heavy leather hitting the floor, I shifted, burying my nose in my pillow as I sleepily blinked into the warm light, something thrumming steadily and firmly against my ribs as I watched Azriel´s wings stretch, his boots the next thing landing on the floor before he straightened, the muscles in his back shifting as he dropped his knives onto a chair and disappeared in the bathroom.

My mind drifted as my eyes drooped a little, tiredness taking over again as I pulled in my legs and sleepily watched the movement of the shadows that were shifting in the room, gentle and quiet.

"Hey."

My eyes must´ve fallen shut, because when I forced them open, Azriel was crouched next to the bed again, the ghost of a crease formed in his cheeks as his gaze moved over my face. His hair looked damp, curving over his forehead, and something tipped over in my chest a little at the sight of his bare shoulders, broad and muscular, muscles shifting when he held up a towel silently.

Warmth washed over me like a tidal wave, and I slowly pushed myself up as Azriel took a seat on the edge of the bed. His golden eyes followed me when I slipped off the mattress, knees parting readily as I stepped between them. One warm, scarred hand slipped around the back of my thigh, pulling me closer as I took the damp towel from the other, and my heart got stuck in my throat when Azriel´s gaze dragged over my face, head tipped back a bit to look at me. With him sitting, I was just a little taller, his chin tilted up slightly so his gaze could track over my face, quiet, calm.

Brushing a strand of hair away from his temple, I carefully started cleaning away the dried blood, the only indication of the towel brushing over the wound a light shift in Azriel´s grip around the back of my thighs. His legs were pressing against mine, and I felt my heart rise and sink like it was riding waves when I mumbled, feeling my lips curve: "Why do you always want me to do this? You could perfectly clean this yourself."

Azriel´s eyes fluttered a little even as the crease in his cheek deepend.

"Are you complaining?"

Sliding my hand to the side of his neck to tilt his head back a little, I huffed. "No." I gently wiped over his brow. "Just wondering."

Raising my hand to brush his hair back, my heart swerved at the deep grunt leaving Azriel´s throat when my fingers raked through the damp strands, his grip tightening as his eyes fluttered shut, and his low voice reverberated through me when he mumbled huskily: "Just feels good."

My breath fluttered, and I tried to suppress the stupidly wide smile threatening to break out over my face.

Carefully wiping away the last bit of dried blood, I leaned forward a little to examine the cut. It was already half healed, and I gently brushed my thumb over it before dropping my head and pressing my lips onto the wound. I thought I felt a soft shudder travel through Azriel´s body as the feeling in my chest flared, then I pulled back and dropped the towel to the ground, blinking contently and a little sleepily as I mumbled: "Give it an hour and it's all gone again."

Az pulled me closer, his nose brushing against mine, and feeling the rising thrum in my chest, I breathed out. My forehead dropped against his, my arms wrapping over his shoulders, careful to avoid his wings as my eyes drooped.

Azriel´s right hand started to slowly move up and down the back of my thigh, gently stroking over my skin and causing soft shivers to run through me that made me shift closer. My nose bumped against his, and a soft, deep sound left the back of the shadowsinger´s throat that made me dip my head just a little, my lips brushing over his.

The male´s grip tightened. Then he raised his chin, and I kissed him, my fingers curling into his hair.

Az gave a quiet little groan that made my body shudder; his hands slipped up, closing around the back of my thighs right beneath my backside and tugging me into his chest, and he kissed back, deep and world tilting as the thrum in my chest rose into a violent flutter.

Pulling back only when breathing became difficult and I could feel my lips tingle, I dropped my forehead back against Azriel´s, feeling his quick breath on my lips as his nose softly nudged against mine. Then his grip tightened, and I felt the way one corner of his lips curved.

"Maybe let´s don´t start anything when you're about to fall asleep on the spot."

I whined and tightened my grip, and feeling Azriel huff and break into a grin, I let him tug me onto the mattress.

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels

Alpha Jeon Masterlist

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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