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Impossible (Part 1)

a/n: I feel like how this fic will unfold completely depends on how I'm feeling when i'm writing it. Enjoy! (or not)

special shout-out to @clairebear08 for helping me and being awesome!

pairing: azrier!reader, eris!azriel, eris!reader

wc: 1450+ (I’m working my way to 2000 y’all!)

⚠️: none

masterlist prologue part 2 three

Y/n’s POV

Your emotions were mixed, some part of you was ridiculously happy that Azriel had finally come to see you. But the other (bigger) part of you was screaming to say ‘fuck you’ and slap him. Maybe even kiss Eris, just to shove it in his face. He’d come to do what? Say sorry he rejected a sacred bond and ask for it back? Well now that you thought about it, yeah, probably exactly that. You’d thought you’d been happy, you’d gotten to know eachother, bonded over books and talked to the other about every which thing.

Well in your case at least, you’d told him everything and given him your heart to keep safe. Not anymore, you’d take your heart back. But he hadn’t told you of his relationship with Elain and he’d taken what you’d offered and broke it. You wasn’t sure he’d meant to but he broke some part of you with it, he broke your trust, your joy, your ease around everyone and your incredible way to make everyone laugh (even Amren)!

As you opened Eris’s closet door and stepped outside your jaw fell agape. He'd changed as well and he looked delicious fabulous in a unbuttoned formal gold jacket and sharp, orange-yellow dress pants.

Shit, he's hot was the first thought flashing through your mind as you gawked at him.

Eris flashed you his signature smile, "See something you like, little fox?"

You roll your eyes but don't stop staring. "What could I possible see that I like High Lord?"

He grins at your attempt to deflect, "I don't know Y/n, how about my abs?"

Your eyes immediately find his abs and you blush because his abs are spectacular. Finally dragging your eyes up to his face you force a smile as you remember why exactly, you’re up at the crack of dawn staring at some guys muscles.

“So umm, Azriel?”

Eris visibly tenses as he nods, “right, yeah.” He takes in your Illyrian leathers, “you sure you want to wear those?”

You know what he’s asking, you haven’t worn them since that faithful day. But now seems like the best time, to show Azriel that your world dosent revolve around him. You nod, throat closing up at the encouraging smile Eris gives you.

You both exit, him holding the door open every time so you can step through to the next room. Bloody hell, when did Eris become such a gentleman, and why do you find it so hot? You mentally slap myself, this is not the time to be thinking about Eris or his abs or anything about him.

You wonder what excuse Azriel has, why he’s come back to you after he rejected the bond. Did he realise just how important of a bond he rejected? When you’d found out about the bond, Rhys had told you that Az had been looking for his mate for centuries and that Az thought he wasn’t worthy of a mate in the Mothers eyes. That’s why you’d loved him, because you’d thought the same thing. Your whole family was mated and happy except you, for centuries you’d been searching for the right person and you’d just about given up when you found him! You were elated but for some reason it never felt like enough. As if the mating bond knew he was holding back on you, as if it was trying to tell you to find someone else. And then everything happened and you went to Eris because he’d always been polite to you and you always felt a pull towards him. with Eris you still didn’t feel like it was enough, and maybe that’s because you didn’t have a mating bond but you’re still falling for the High Lord. You’re falling fast and hard and if he rejects you, your heart will shatter.

You will shatter.

*****

Azriel's POV

Azriel waits, staring out the window watching the moon go down. Maybe you weren’t coming, maybe you decided you weren’t going to hear him out and didn’t want him anymore. Or maybe Eris is an asshole after all and convinced you not to come meet him.

No, there were footsteps approaching, two pairs. He straightened as he scented his mate. Were you still his mate? The mating bond was still there and so Az decided he would fight for you until you decided enough and broke the bond or forgave him and accepted the bond.

The steps rounded the corner and you appeared, Eris a step behind. Azriel stiffened at the sight of another male so close to his mate but hauled in his possessiveness and unabashedly took you in. You stared back at him, eyes tracing the lines of his body as if checking for injury’s before catching yourself and schooling your expression into indifference.

The act had Azriel’s instincts rising up to claim you as his. But he just lowered his head in apology. “Y/n… I can explain, I-” Azriel was cut off by your scoff, face still indifferent.

“What is there to explain, Azriel? That you chose Elain over me, your mate? What? Did she leave you and now you realise your wrong doings and come back to choose me as your second choice? Or are you going to say that you got brainwashed?”

Azriel blinked at the onslaught of words coming his way, trying to digest both what you’d said and what his shadows were saying. Mate. You’d referred to yourself as his mate. Joyful, electric hope filled his chest, maybe if you still thought of yourself as his mate he’d have a chance.

Eris has a comforting hand on the small of her back.

Her fingers are brushing her thigh constantly, her nervous tell.

She’s not indifferent anymore, her face turned hopeful after she said ‘brainwashed.’

There is a spark of hope in her eyes.

Each small thing his shadows whispered to him added kindling to the spark of hope inside his heart. He tried to hide the new light in his eyes as he said, “Y/n, I will do whatever it takes to get you to forgive me but I hope you will know that I regretted my decision not an hour after I made it but I hid it because I was afraid of the repercussions. Elain did leave for Lucien because she saw through me a week later and I am happy for them both but I’ve been trying to find you for a week, Rhys can confirm it. If you do not wish to talk with me or do not want me anymore, say it. I promise, I will wait here, in this room until you choose to talk or send me packing. But I will stay until we work this out, no matter what way it goes. I will respect your decision but I ask that you at least consider forgiveness, please.”

And that’s when Eris leaped forward, trying to cover Azriel’s mouth as he uttered the words after I promise.

That’s also when Azriel felt the slight tingle of magic along his elbow. And when he looked, his shoulder to wrist was covered in a tattoo. Flames and shadows in a deadly dance interrupted only by swirls of sunlight.

He slowly dragged his gaze up to yours, You were staring at his arm, expression full of hope and resignation. Azriel watched as you dragged your gaze up to his begging eyes.

Eris groaned, hand dropping from Az’s mouth as he sank to the ground in an exasperated heap a foot from Az. Azriel watched Eris and couldn’t help but wonder why the redhead cared so much about you . But Azriel couldn’t help but grimace and sink to the ground next to Eris. Wings working instinctively to protect the autumn court male next to him.

Azriel was stuck here, in the Autumn Court, the this room, until he and you worked it out. Which, judging by the look of hesitation and fear now taking over your expression, was not going to be anytime soon.

Eris sighed, calling out to the guards.

“Get our dear shadowsinger a bed, build a toilet and bath with curtains around it, and get anything he asks for unless it’s information or something possibly dangerous.” Eris ran a calculating eye over you and Azriel before adding, “and send our dear friends in the night court a letter requesting their presence by evening. We have a lot to explain as I don’t think Rhysand is getting his spymaster back in the next month.”

Azriel sighed, knowing Eris was likely right on all accounts. But he couldn’t hate the male like he used to, it just wasn’t possible anymore.

*****

Part 2

Rip Eris’ sanity. I’m happy with this, idc if y’all arent (well I care but whatever) please be nice, constructive criticism as always is welcome, everything is welcome.

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Thank you mutuals and everyone that has supported me in any way!

Impossible (part two)

A/n: Good day, actually no horrible day but whatever, Im still writing. Im sorry for the wait guys.

kinda short sorry.

prolouge one three

Pairing: reader x eris, reader x azriel, azriel x eris

Wc: 1000+

⚠️: curse word

*****

Eris’ POV

Eris held back a yawn as he and Azriel waited for Rhysand to show up. He’d begged invited you to join them but you’d merely said you’d think about it before retiring to your room. Technically his room but he hadn’t gone back, instead going to tediously long meetings with his council members. He’d been up more than 14 hours, he had a right to be tired (and to a nap). Next to him, Azriel didnt seem remotely tired even though he’d been up at least two hours more than Eris.

Eris studied the shadowsinger out of the corner of his eye. He seemed relaxed, watching servants go in and out while carrying supplies for a toilet. 

“Are you going to continue watching me creepily or be polite and look away?” The shadowsinger didnt even bother to look at Eris as he spoke.

She’s not yours

Eris sighed, looking away. “Do you love her?”

Now Azriel turned to look at him, face cold. “That’s none of your business, High Lord.”

“It is my business because you are in my court and probably stuck here for a long period of time.” Eris turned to face Azriel as well, face hard as he thought back on the shock of the morning.

Azriel opened his mouth, about to respond when a very angry Rhysand and Cassian stormed through the doors, sending the servants scurrying.

“What happened?”

Eris and Azriel looked at eachother and Eris smiled, shoving the spymaster forward to face his High Lord. Azriel shot him a dirty look over his shoulder and grimaced as he faced Rhys.

“Hello Rhys, how is your evening?”

Rhysand raised one eyebrow, “You’re not usually one to make small talk Azriel. What the Hell is going on?”

“I accidentally made a promise to stay in this room until me an Y/n worked our… problems aside.”

Rhys sighed, strolling forward and pulling Azriel into a brotherly embrace. He whispered into Azriel’s shoulder, “it’ll be fine Az but if she rejects you, let her go. She deserves her happiness as well and if it’s not with you than believe she will choose someone worthy.”

Eris smiled, suddenly glad Rhysand was good with words. He agreed wholeheartedly with the High Lord and really hoped Azriel would follow the advice.

Cassian eyed Eris before joining the group hug, wings wrapping around his brothers. Eris sighed, smile falling. How he wished he had a relationship as whole and strong as that. He had Lucien of course, but he was usually with Helion, learning how to be a High Lord. 

Refocusing his attention on the Illyrian warriors he nodded in greeting to Rhysand and the Illyrian nodded back, albeit warily. Eris couldn’t even blame him for that, he had talked to Morrigan at his mother’s bidding and the two had understood eachother (mostly). But she hadn’t had courage to tell the Inner Court the true story of what happened on that day so until she told them, Eris was still a half enemy.

“Will you take care of my spymaster as long as the lovebirds need to… sort this out?”

Eris nodded, “Will you repay the expenses of building a triple sized bathtub for Azriel?” He smirked as Rhysand eyed the half finished bathtub that was barely 3 quarters of Azriel’s wings spread out.

The High Lord groaned, “yes I will.” But turning to Azriel he mumbled, “that’s coming straight out of your salary.”

Cassian laughed, clapping Azriel on the back. “I finally get payed more then you, brother.”

Azriel mutters something Eris couldn’t hear and the Illyrian’s say their farewells. Azriel watches them go for a while and Eris turns to see how the construction of the giant bathtub is going, still wishing for the impossible (improbable).

She’s not yours.

“You were nice today.” Azriel’s words sound more like a question which honestly offends Eris slightly.

“What do you mean? I’m always nice!”

The spymaster just rolls his eyes and goes to sit against the wall, wings spread out. Eris sighs joining him. “I wasn’t nice, I was civil. But it’s not for anything other than her.”

Azriel visibly tenses, “she’s my mate Eris not yours. The mother paired her with me.”

This time Eris rolls his eyes, “of course, of course. I won’t make a move until she rejects you, after all you are the one who chose Elain over her.”

“Shut it. Why can’t you be civil with me? Why must you be so…uncivil?”

Eris snorts at the choice of words, laughing as the shadowsinger glowers at him. “I cant be civil with you because you’re her mate. Not me. I swear sometimes I can practically feel the Mothers hatred.”

Azriel shook his head his words.

They sat like that for a while before Eris made up some lame excuse to leave which Azriel scoffed at.

Smiling to himself, Eris shifted, starting to stand when he heard a noise that immediately made him hard glance back at the spymaster.

The spymasters head was tipped back in ecstasy and Eris realised that his untamed, slightly curly hair was brushing against the tip of Azriel’s wing. Eris started to pull away but hesitated as Azriel didn’t make to move. He unabashedly took in the spymasters handsome face.

As Eris watched, Azriel slowly opened his eyes to look at his wing where the two touched. Eris froze. Maybe he should have pulled away, what if Azriel got defensive about his wings? Stiffening slightly Eris took a step back and tensely glanced around. All the servants were gone and the remaining fourth of the bathtub had been finished. How long had they been here?

Turning back to Azriel he spoke, “I-”

Their eyes met and something reached out from Eris’s chest, near his heart. Eris blinked, tugging on the invisible string that ended with a certain shadowsinger.

Azriel responded in kind, tugging on the bond as the two males gawked at eachother. They couldn’t be mates, Azriel was already paired with you.

Silence and then Eris practically sprinted out the front door, head spinning from the encounter.

They weren’t mates. They couldn’t be. No. No. This is just some shitty dream that his brain made up.

but… if he was Azriel’s mate and Azriel was your mate. Didn’t that mean you were also his mate?

no.

She might be yours.

Impossible. Right?

*****

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A/n: 😁

Reblog, comment or like please! (Or else it will be impossible (improbable) for me to pass my next exam.)

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Empty Bottles & Truthful Words

Author talks: I am so sorry for posting after a million years.

Summary: Azriel had decided to get drunk, and the following morning some truth surfaces.

Warning: Nothing much except for drunk Azriel.

Lots of love, Saph ❤

You and Azriel were best friends and as cliché as it was, you were in love with him and hoped that in some odd scenario, he would love you too. It was supposed to be a normal day, and frankly, it was, but little did you know that when you went to open the door after hearing someone knocking on it, it would turn out to be the best day of your life.

You have known Azriel for nearly 3 centuries and never had you seen him this drunk, and you could most definitely feel the drunken haziness through the mate bond, that you decided to perpetually ignore knowing that the bat-boys would have most probably gone to Rita's to enjoy the weekend.

Yes, Azriel was your mate and he was blissfully unaware of it. The bond clicked a little over 6 months ago when you two were sharing a quiet and peaceful moment at the library and you trying to watch Azriel discreetly when the mate bond clicked and you had to leave the room rather quickly so that he wouldn't have any suspicion, only to be cornered by Rhysand who seemed rather cocky about the same. Now everybody other than Azriel knew about your mate bond.

You made them all swear that they wouldn't say anything as you waited for Azriel to feel the same.

You snapped out of the memories when Azriel let out an excited exclamation of your name which definitely tipped you in about his drunken state.

He quickly left Cassian's side and stumbled towards you and if you hadn't steadied him he would have most definitely fallen down.

Azriel nuzzled your neck and kept mumbling something neither you nor Cassian was able to understand, "I have got it from here, Cass, thank you for getting him here."

You could see that Cassian was worried he left bidding you good night and told you to call him if his brother got a little too much for you to handle, he finally relented and left when you gave him an exasperated look as if you couldn't handle your Illyrian baby.

"Az, come on, let's get you to bed," you mumbled as you tried to get Azriel to your bedroom. "Won't you take me out on a date first ?" he giggled, you would have flushed red if it was any other time, but you merely rolled your eyes as you were too busy to make sure you both did not stumble on your way.

You had successfully managed to seat him on your bed and made your way to your bathroom so that you could find the anti-hangover portion that Azriel had stored for you and ironically he would be the one to use it.

"Y/N, I feel the wind in my hair, do you feel it too?" You huffed out a laugh as you imagined how embarrassed he would be when you would happily remind him about this tomorrow. "Sure, Az, before that why don't you drink some water."

You walked closer to the bed as you tried to coax your mate to drink some water and brush his teeth before you could make him drink the potion, hoping that he wouldn't have a horrible headache tomorrow.

After the herculean task of getting him ready for bed, you had somehow made him drink the portion and you were exhausted, you wondered how he had managed to take care of you when you were drunk and promised to never drink your mind off again.

You wondered what prompted him to get drunk like this and hopefully, you could talk to him tomorrow.

"Do you know why I decided to get drunk today?" You were going to ask why before which he continued, "Because I realized that I love her and that she would never love me."

You had to admit that it hurt, you knew that you had no claim over him but to know that he had gotten this drunk so that he could forget about whoever he was in love with, hurt like hell but you suppressed it.

"Whoever she is Az, she would be lucky to have someone like you love her." "Then why don't you" You snapped your head up to look at him and regretted it immediately as you had never seen the vulnerability reflected in his beautiful hazel eyes. You so desperately wanted to believe his, but you knew he was drunk and you would never take advantage of him like that, and somehow managed to break eye contact.

"It's the alcohol talking Az, you won't remember any of this tomorrow-" "But I will" he insisted, you relented and replied, "Then you can ask me out tomorrow when you are sober, alright." "Will you say yes?" he asked in the most vulnerable tone you had ever heard from the shadow singer. "Without a question" you assured and prayed to the cauldron that he would remember this tomorrow.

Azriel opened his eyes only to close them while cursing at the sun, he was about to turn away when a shadow protected his eyes from the harsh sunlight, he was about to fall back asleep when a soft voice stirred him awake, "Wake up, Azriel" it muttered and he immediately knew where he was and who was taking to him. He grumbled as he had a tremendous headache and was too lazy to wake up.

His best friend, Y/N was giggling as she sluggishly shifted preparing to get up, he quickly grabbed her arm, "Don't go" he murmured wanting to do nothing but sleep.

"Gosh you are an Illyrian baby, aren't you." if it was anyone else Azriel would have scowled, but with her he just couldn't help but laugh along.

She stopped laughing and turned to him, "How do you feel, Az?" she asked and he could see it in her eyes how concerned she was. "I am as healthy as a horse, I wonder who I have to thank for that."

"That would be me and while you are at it make sure you thank Cassian, he was the one who brought your drunk ass to me."

Azriel scoffed as he could already see Cassian make fun of him. "Now why don't you freshen up while I whip up something for the two of us."

Azriel groaned feeling too lazy to get up, he knew that he would eventually have to get back to his duties of being the Spymaster, he could only ever fully relax with his best friend. He avoided mentioning last night's confession thinking that you probably loved him as your best friend.

He got up and went to the wardrobe and saw that you had given his clothes a separate section amongst all your clothes. When he had first seen it he had made fun of you, it assured him that he would always have a place at your house and that melted his heart.

He had finally showered and refreshed, even his shadows were looking more lively, compared to their sluggish movements a little while ago.

He silently made his way to the kitchen to see you make his favorite pancakes. He just stood there leaning against the wall wondering what it would be like to wake up with you, how it would feel when you too would take turns cooking for each other in the morning and during weekends both of you would cook together dancing in the kitchen.

He knew how relaxed you were, he almost felt it, Azriel was confused, his shadow half of which that were playing around you and the other half was swirling around him, that is when he realized that not only did he know you were relaxed and happy, he felt it too. There was a pulsing in his heart, he could feel both of your heartbeats syncing and saw the golden string connecting you to him. His shadows were also swirling around him faster as they whispered the one word he waited to hear, Mate.

You were his mate.

You slowly started rubbing your chest, and he sensed that his confusing emotions were not received with the surprising reaction that he expected, it was almost as if you knew, that was when it clicked, why you had run way months before and almost avoided him for days, and when you finally returned, you never did explain why you had left so abruptly. He understood that you knew, and that was why you disappeared.

He slowly tugged at the bond, you suddenly stilled and this time Azriel tugged at the bond harder and quickly turned around. "Az" you breathed out and that was the only confirmation he needed, "You are my mate," he whispered as he quickly embraced you.

"Are you ok with that?" you whispered softly, you had no idea why you were talking in such a low and sweet voice, it just felt like it was called for.

"With what?" Azriel questioned, he should have been the one asking that question, you should be disgusted for being mated with an Illyrian bastard like himself.

You could feel the insecurity flowing off of him, but instead of replying, you just chose to pour the love you felt for him through the bond as you no longer had to shield or hide your feelings for your mate.

He shuddered at the feeling, when he finally gathered his bearings, he reciprocated the feeling and you both sighed in relief as you had finally found each other. That was when you realized that he wanted you to.

"I want you Azriel, I waited for you to feel the bond too, so I could finally say that I love you."

"I love you too" Azriel muttered as his eyes lined with unshed tears.

You quickly kissed him wondering how starved you were for his affection and Azriel reciprocated it just as eagerly as you softly kissed each other, it was a promise of love and intimacy that you would never lose again. You pulled away and he rested his forehead atop of yours as you both smiled at each other.

This time he was the one that kissed you and it was hot and passionate as he kissed you as if you were water and he was a parched traveler who traveled through the desert to quench his thirst.

As much as you hated it you pulled back and licked your lips, "Let's complete the mating bond first."

Azriel's eyes immediately brightened at that as you dragged both of you to the table as you quickly piled the pancakes he pulled out the plates, and neither of you stumbled as it was a practiced dance.

As you both ate the food, you could feel the bond strengthening, Azriel's eyes were trained on you as you slowly ate your breakfast. You had to wait for 6 months for him to feel the bond, it was only fair that he waited too.

And as soon as you finished, Azriel picked you up to take you to your bedroom, as you laughed heartily, you could only imagine how protective [possessive ;) ] he was going to be.

"We should the others know that they wouldn't be seeing us for the next few days."

"We can do that later, I have more important things to do with you." Azriel purred into your ears and you feel your stomach laden with excitement.

"Well, it's a good thing that you decided to get drunk,"

"It is definitely worth it now." You both laughed at that.

As you reached your bedroom, Azriel muttered, " I intend to treat you like a queen." " As you should shadowsinger."

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