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hi! i saw ur taking requests and was wondering if you could do something with azriel and him finding out the reader is his mate please (basically just him being a cute over protective bat boi)

A/n: Sure baby 🧡 Constructive Criticism is always welcome, please be polite xx Sorry this took so long I've been heaps busy amd had no motivation. Enjoy!

Free Solstice

"Mor!" Feyre's voice rang through the estate.

"Feyre!" She called back from her spot on the couch next to Cassian. Cassian let out a wince at her voice in his ear and she scoffed dismissively at him.

Feyre swept into the room, paint and flour staining her fingers.

"What have you been up to?" Cassian asks raising a brow and Azriel gives a low, barely audible chuckle from his seat on the other couch.

"Mor did you say Y/n was planning to come round for the day on the Solstice?" Feyre asks, ignoring the comments on her appearance.

Y/n was an Illyrian female who had her wings clipped when she was young. Mor had run into her in an escape attempt from one of the less progessed Illyrian camps and offered her safety in a small apartment in Velaris.

Since then Y/n had become very close to the Inner Circle, but especially to Mor who made it a point to visit Y/n every day and make sure she was comfortable and happy in her new home.

Mor slid her eyes to Azriel sneakily. Since Y/n had started to be around them more often she had noticed a change in Azriel's behaviour.

He was louder around her, came out of his shell a bit more and he had warmed up to her faster than she had ever seen him do with anyone.

"Yes, if that's okay with everyone. Else she'll be alone and honestly I don't like the thought of leaving her alone on the first holiday since her escape. Or any holiday for that matter." Mor sat up straight as she spoke, glancing cautiously at everyone.

"What are you talking about?" Rhysand's voice sounded as he entered the room behind Feyre, "Of course we're all okay with it." He grinned cheekily and wrapped his arms around his Lady's middle.

"Invite her Mor! Everyone loves her. Besides I already got her a gift." Feyre adds and Mor grins at them.

"Great! I was planning on visiting her this afternoon. Anyone care to tag along?"

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"I said anyone not all of you! Her home is not big enough for everyone without it being cramped." Mor complained as they walked through the streets of the City of Starlight in a big, intimidating, messy clump.

"Y/n won't care. She loves us." Cassian shrugged indifferently, amusement written across his face as Mor continued to scowl.

She, once again, took a sneaky glance at Azriel only to see him sporting a grin as they continued on their way.

"Getting excited Az?" Mor teased and his grin was replaced by confusion.

"For the solstice?"

"I meant for going to see Y/n, but making a move on her on Solstice seems something to look forward to as well." Mor joked. By this time, everyone was in their own conversation and trailing slightly behind the two.

"A move?" He inquired, red beginning to tint his face.

Mor smiled. Contrary to popular belief, she was happy he was developing feelings for her. It meant he was moving on to someone who could give him what she couldn't. And they were going to be adorable together.

"Don't think I don't see the way you look at her Mister. The way you act around her. You're like Cassian, but a gentleman when she's around. No turtle shell." She nudged his side with her elbow and was shocked into a silence when he chuckled.

"I'm not going to make a move Mor. I have a foolproof plan. Not say anything and hope she falls in love with me." Az shrugged and Mor giggled.

"You're hopeless!"

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An excited squeal left Y/n's mouth as she threw open the door to Mor, the High Lord and Lady and everyone's favourite Illyrians.

She moved out the way to let them all enter and they filed into her lounging room, taking up all the seats.

"I didn't expect you all to be over! Did anyone want something to eat?" She offered as she sat on the arm of the chair next to Cassian.

Cassian wrapped an arm around her waist and looked up at her with a cheeky grin.

"Cooking for me sweetheart? You shouldn't have!" He winked. Cassian was always very flirty with Y/n, but it was only a joke.

Azriel didn't like it. He bit down on his tongue to stop himself from growling. He was annoyed with himself. It's never been difficult for him to keep his features schooled. What was it about this female that caused him to lose control so easily?

Y/n rolled her eyes, but she still had a bright smile on her face.

"What would everyone like? Actually I have some raspberry brownies I made yesterday, if you don't mind them being a little cold? They're still quite fresh." She stood from her spot next to Cassian and gestured towards her kitchen.

"You are an angel!" Cassian exclaimed and Y/n just shook her head, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Everyone cheered at her suggestion and she moved towards the kitchen. As she walked, Azriel could see the scars on her wings and back from when they clipped her. He had a sudden urge to go to that camp and rip apart everyone who let that happen to her.

A few moments later she reappeared with brownies and everyone jumped up, crowding the small table she had set them on.

"I'm afraid there isn't much to do around here. I still need to get a few Solstice gifts so maybe we could head out into town?" Y/n spoke and they all laughed at her sweetness.

"Y/n, you are too sweet for your own good." Rhys told her with a chuckle and everyone nodded in agreement.

"It's easy to be an accomodating person when you grew up knowing what it was like to be shunned and neglected." She gave a shrug and the Inner Circle exchanged worried looks.

It was also easy to worry about a person who never had anyone to worry about her before.

"We'd love to go shopping with you Y/n." Azriel stated firmly and Mor and Feyre eyed him carefully.

"Brilliant! We can all be together for a while, but then we have to split up so you don't see what I get you." She ushered everyone up and towards the door, grabbing a small satchel on her way out.

Moments later they were walking through the strips in town, colours and lights and music everywhere.

Life everywhere.

"So who are you struggling to buy for Y/n?" Cassian asked with a nudge that, again, made Azriel bit his tongue to keep from losing it at his 'brother'.

"Mor and Rhys." She admitted sheepishly and Rhys gave a fake offended look.

She muttered a sorry, but Rhys just laughed and reached around to pat her on the shoulder and let her know it was okay.

"We should stop and get a drink!" Mor remarked before gripping her friend and pulling her into a nearby pub.

As Mor oulled her away, Y/n gripped tight onto Azriel's elbow and dragged him along too.

"Get him!" She ordered, nodding to Cassian.

Azriel chuckled at her demand and pulled Cassian along with him by the shirt.

He joined the females at the bar and ordered and paid for himself and Y/n.

"You didn't have to do that Az." She told him, quietly, red tinting her cheeks.

"I know. I wanted to." He tried to shrug nonchalantly, but the blush on her cheeks was screaming at him to press his lips to each cheek.

'Woah. Where did that come from?' He thought to himself. He knew he harboured some feelings for her, but that was...

"We've lost Feyre and Rhys!" Mor exclaimed and Y/n and Azriel were brought out of their stupor.

"Oh well, that's alright, we were going to split up anyways." Y/n said decidedly after looking around.

"Y/n." Azriel's deep voice called and she returned her attention to him.

He pushed her drink across the counter to her and she gave a sweet smile.

"Any ideas on what to get Rhys?" She asked him and he smiled back at her.

"Some kind of sentimental shit. He'll eat that right up." He joked and they both laughed.

She took a thoughtful sip from her drink then placed it down again.

"What about a locket? On one side I could have carved an image of us. On the other, Just me and Rhys. It might be a bit small though... it could be circular, with the Night Court Insignia engraved on the front." She seemed to vomit the words without even thinking.

Azriel was in awe.

"How do you do that?" He gaped and she raised a brow.

"What?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but stopped. He looked around once more.

"We've lost Mor and Cassian." He pointed out, kicking himself for being so unobservant. So lost in the female before him.

"That's alright. You and I can go get Rhys' present ordered then. Then we'll go for a walk and see if we can find something for Mor." She lifted herself off of her stool and skipped towards the door.

Azriel followed without a second thought, a smile spreading across his face.

As they walked through a strip filled with clothing stores, they began to move closer and closer to each other.

Y/n glanced down at his hands. She had wanted to hold it, but she'd never touched his scars before and she didn't know how he would feel about it.

Only a few seconds later, Azriel brushed his fingers against hers and took hold of her hand. He didn't even think about it.

She stopped still and let out a gasp at the touch of his scars and he froze. He ripped his hand away from hers and began to apologise profusely.

"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I know, the scars are-" He was cut of by her grabbing his hand gently.

"Beautiful," She mumbled, holding eye contact with him as she brought her lips to one of the nastier scars on the back of his hand, "they're beautiful."

And that's when he felt it. It felt like everything was right and clear. Like before he was seeing the world through frosted glass and now there was no lense.

The word clanged through him, just as it did her.

Mate.

"Everyone has scars Az," she looked back at her wings for a moment then turned back to him, beaming, "they're a symbol of strength. They're beautiful." She repeated.

"Y/n..." He mumbled.

'What if she didn't feel that?' He worried.

"I know Az. I don't know about you, but-"

"I couldn't be happier!" He stopped her talking and pressed his lips to hers gently.

The kiss was sweet and loving and happy. It was accepting. Azriel was quite happy just to stay like that for the rest of the night, but all good things come to an end.

Just as they pulled away, Cassian's obnoxious voice echoed down the street. No doubt about it, he was drunk.

"Y/n! Help me!" He yelled even when he was right in front of the two.

"You are drunk." Az observed and Y/n giggled.

"Thankyou Spymaster Obvious! C'mon Mister let's get you home." Y/n teased her mate and dropped his hand.

"Take me home? At least by me dinner first, love." Cassian teased and pressed a sloppy, drunk kiss to her cheek.

Mistake.

Azirel didn't even try to stop the growl that ripped from his throat. That was his mate.

His mate.

"What's eating him?" Cassian asked and Y/n took a step closer to Az.

"Calm down Azzy. Help me with Cassian, and just ignore him." She leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

When she returned to her own height, Azriel found himself leaning down, chasing her lips.

She put a hand on his mouth and giggled at his pout.

"Let's all get home Azriel. Then... I think I'll make us some dinner."

hi! can I request a Rhysand from ACOTAR x reader where she is actually his mate but he had made his choice with Feyre and she is just soo heartbroken by it but instead later on she and Azriel fell in love and it all works out in the end? thank you!

A/n: Sure you can love, I am so so sorry for how long its taken ne to get to these. My inbox is so full and I'm just useless. Hope y'all enjoy- constructive criticism is welcome, but as always please be polite 😊🥰

The Next World

Rhysand looked over the small female. She was High Fae, but her stature was petite and fragile.

She was beautiful, but in his eyes, she was no Feyre. He had already comitted to Feyre, already vowed himself to her.

He loved Feyre, but he did not love the female in front of him.

Why did it have to be this way? She was so nice, so deserving of love and so deserving of a mate. And now he had to break her heart

He glanced at her eyes for a moment, then looked away. This isn't fair. His mate wasn't coming. That's why he chose Feyre in the first place and now there can be no one else.

Her eyes were welled up with tears and despite her begging, she knew what was coming.

Rhysand forced himself to look her in the eyes as he spoke, no matter how much harder it made things.

"I'm sorry. I've made my choice. You should probably go." He tried to say it gently, but the words sounded harsh even to his own ears.

Rhys winced, it was as if he could see he heart in her eyes, it was as if he was watching it physically break.

Without another word, she turned and walked towards the front door of the estate, no tears left her eyes until she felt the fresh breeze of the city on her face.

Why did her mate find a love away from her? How was that fair at all? How was she going to face the Inner Circle tomorrow, knowing about the bond.

Knowing that it will never be accepted. Feeling as though she will never be accepted.

She felt numb. But she also hurt.

How can you feel nothing, but also be hurting at the same time? How was that fair?

She seemed to be asking herself that question a lot lately, and as she pushed open the door to a bar hoping to drink away her sorrows, she realized: nothing is fair.

Not in this world and not in the next.

Sighing, she makes her way to a secluded little corner at the bar, trying to avoid being seen by Cassian, Azriel and Mor who were all laughung and drinking together.

It felt like a taunt, they were happy now and they could go home and sleep well and the next day when the time came to visit Feyre and Rhys, there would be no hesitation. They would be greeted with smiles and hugs.

They would be greeted with love. And she would not.

When the bartender brought her her drink she smiled and slurped half of it down in one go. Her face felt cold from residual tears and her eyes felt stiff and dry.

She looked back up to the group she was trying to avoid only to realise that Azriel was no longer there.

Probably gone home, maybe with another female, or even a male. To be happy, or at least content with another for tonight.

The concept felt so far away, she felt as if she'd never be happy again. Especially with someone else.

A warm hand covered her shoulder and she turned around quickly, whipping out a fisted hand, only for her wrist to be caught.

Shadows curled around her wrist and reached up her arm. With a gasp, she inspected the intruder's face and realised that Azriel was standing behind her.

"Why the long face?" He asked and as much as she wanted to retort back, as soon as she opened her mouth, her throat closed up and tears burned behind her eyes again.

She looked away from the male and stared into the half-empty cup in her hands.

"What's up buttercup?" He asked again, sliding into the stool next to her and craning his neck to see her face.

She looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Did you just say 'What's up buttercup?'?" She asked and he gave a small smile as he nodded.

"What's wrong with that?" She shook my head at his words.

"Nothing. It's just stranger hearing the word buttercup slip from the spymaster's lips in such a playful way." She told him, wishing she could smile.

She enjoyed being around Azriel, he made her laugh and he made her feel comfortable. But right now, it felt so impossibly hard to feel happy.

"I'm not the spymaster right now. I'm Azriel, your friend and I'm here to help. Now, you gonna keep a secret from the spymaster?" He nudged her side and she ket out a sigh.

"I thought you weren't the spymaster tonight?"

"Well not actively. But it's not like I can just turn it off." He shrugged cockily. If it was any other day she would've laughed. She tried, but it felt as though she would never laugh again.

"Az... Rhysand is my mate." Shock clanged through him at her words.

"What?"

"He's my mate. And he doesn't want me."

"Oh my god."

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It had been a week since Rhysand's rejection and no one from the Inner Circle had seen Y/n since.

Except for Azriel.

She didn't show up for lunch the next day and she didn't appear for any meetings or meet-ups.

Mor and Cassian were worried and guilt was eating at Feyre, she felt it was her fault.

Rhysand was destroyed by guilt, he hadn't seen her in person since everything went down, but though the bond was quieting, it was as if he could feel her heartbreak through the bond.

But he could also feel something else, he didn't know what it was, but he thinks it is the reason he can feel the bond breaking.

Azriel had been spending all his spare moments with her, dedicating himself to making her feel better and helping her realise that she doesn't need a mate to be happy.

She doesn't need Rhys.

And she knows. She doesn't need Rhys, she has never needed him. The bomd had made her mind go whacky.

If she had let it continue taking over herself, she may have needed him. She was ready to as well, then Azriel put his hand on her shoulder.

Azriel smiled at her and got her to tell him what was happening.

Azriel called her a buttercup.

She hadn't smiled that night, but when she went to bed she questioned herself.

Why dodn't she smile that night? Azriel makes her smile. Why is she letting Rhysamd get in the way of that.

Of everything.

He doesn't want her and while it hurts, there is nothing she can do about it.

But she can find someone who does want her.

Her friends want her, maybe not in the way she would've been with a mate, but they love her and they want her.

A knock sounded on the door and everyone fell silent. They knew the scent and they knew who was at the door.

Feyre went to answer.

The group couldn't see what was happening, but they could hear the words exchanged.

"Y/n..."

"Is everyone here already?"

"Y/n I-" Feyre was cut off by a thumping noise.

Did she punch her?

The group got off the couch and walked into the entry hall to see Y/n and Feyre standing there wrapped in a hug.

Feyre was whispering 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' and Y/n was just shaking her head.

Rhysand gave a soft smile at the scene in front of him. Through the slightly crumbling bond between them, he could feel Y/n healing.

When Feyre and Y/n pulled apart, everyone wanted their turn. There was almost a line in front of her while they waited for their hug too.

Rhys could feel Y/n's hesitation amd he didn't want to push it so he didn't get in line.

Then it was Azriel's turn.

He engulfed her and her small body pretty much disappeared into his as they hugged.

He squeezed her tightly and they stayed like that for a long moment, longer than the rest, inhaling each other's scents and revelling in the comfort of one another.

Rhys noticed. And he smiled. He knew why she was healing.

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It had been almost five months since Rhys had rejected the mating bond between him and Y/n.

If you looked really, really hard, it was still there. But it was faint and he could no longer feel her emotions, hear any words she let down the bond. It was pretty much non-existent.

And Y/n no longer cared. Of course she cared about Rhysand. They were still friends, in fact they were quite close after everything that had happened.

But she didn't need him the way she might've. She did need Azriel though.

And Azriel needed her.

They sat together on Azriel's couch, well, they layed together.

Azriel layed on the couch and she lay on top of him, his arms around her waist and keeping her from slipping off.

"Y/n?"

She hummed in response, but her eyes were still glazed over sleepily.

"Do you ever wish Rhys had picked you?" His voice was quiet.

"No." She replied with absolutely no hestitation.

"Why?"

"Because I love you and I am happier with you than I could ever be with Rhys. It's almost as if I left Rhys in the world behind me. You are my new world. And I would never wish for anything else." Her words were sweet, her voice was smooth and her eyes were soft.

Azriel was overcome with the love he felt for her. He lifted his wings up and wrapped them around her body tightly.

She felt warm and safe wrapped up in his arms and wings, surrounded by his scent and his love and also his shadows.

They weren't mates, but it didn't matter. They were in love.

this Sun and Moon dynamic is my favourite trope when it comes to Az and I am not sorry

hi girly!!! Your writing is so o good and your Azriel imagine really got me HOOKED. So i would love to request if that's okay. 💕 i would love like a protective azriel, maybe like during the meeting of all the High Lords when the tension is already thick (jsjs thanks tamlin). Maybe someone says something to her and Azriel becomes ❤motherhen❤. U can totes go in a diff direction, no problem. Thanks❤❤

A/n: Had to read a full recap of this chapter to answer this that's how fking long its been omg. Their relationship was heavily inspired by this song. Anyways here you are my love, hope you enjoy ❤❤❣

Warning: Heavier cursing than I usually write, derogatory terms used (Eris being a bitch)

Dawn Court Defining

Everyone assumes Azriel is so quiet and subdued, shy if you will, because of his profession.

As a spy, it's in his job description to lay low, stay quiet and fly under the radar as Azriel frequently does even in more social settings.

Despite this, Y/n L/n, one of the best spies Velaris has even seen, is loud and boisterous, extravagant and outgoing.

After training underneath Azriel for years on end, Y/n eventually became his partner and while Azriel is a fairly independent male, he has to admit it is rather helpful to have her around.

You'd expect their directly opposing personalities to clash, but the two in fact got along very well and worked perfectly as a team.

She was the Sun and he was the Moon, complimentary personalities where one wouldn't be the same without the other.

Sometimes Azriel watched Y/n having fun with Mor and Cassian on a night out, laughing and drinking, always to return to his side at the end of the night and he couldn't help but think; perhaps they were soulmates.

Two souls that together complete one another no matter when and no matter where. He liked to think that in all past and future lives their souls found each other again and again.

It was this reassurance that at the end of a night of alcohol and dancing, Y/n would return home with him, that alleviated his stress at the fact that she would go to sleep in her own room in their shared apartment.

It didn't matter to him that they weren't yet in a relationship because he knew that when the time was right, it would happen and for now he still got to wrap his arm around her as she read to him on their couch each night.

Something they learned to do a long time ago, was Azriel would focus his attention on listening and Y/n would focus hers on seeing. In this way they could gather more details from both.

Y/n was stood next to Azriel, her arms crossed, pointed ears showing as her hair was pulled back. Azriel's shadows seemed to brush up against her as if they too appreciated her closeness.

She was completely tuned out of the conversations happening within this High Lord Meeting, analysing every little shift in each individual's body language.

Aware of everyone around her, she brought her attention back to the dialogue as she felt Azriel tense up beside her.

Glancing between Azriel, Eris and Morrigan, Y/n quickly picked up where the conversation had gone. Azriel seemed poised to leap up and lunge for Eris if one more comment left his lips.

Noticing this, Y/n laid a hand on Azriel's bicep and tugged on it causing him to snap his attention towards her.

She leaned into his ear and whispered to him.

"Remember what Rhys said. This needs to go well for us, you can't do anything. Just relax, Az." His body did indeed relax under her touch and she pulled back from his ear, but curled her arm around his bicep and left it there.

"That's right, listen to your whore. Stand down like a good little dog." Y/n's hand tightened on Azriel's arm to keep him back as he fumed.

"Fuck did you just call me?" She asked, with a venom that even Rhysand's Inner Circle had never heard before.

"I called you a whore, you fae bitch. You'd think a spy as good as you supposedly are would know that. Though I guess all you're really good for is taming this-" He doesn't get to finish his sentence before Azriel has shredded through all defensive wards and has Eris pinned against the wall by his throat.

"Azriel!" Y/n yelled out as he pressed his hand harder into Eris' throat. Eris' face was turning red as he lost his breath and Azriel was whispering something into his ear. He waited until Eris nodded before letting him go.

Azriel turned back to Y/n where she stood next to the now empty chair by Feyre.

"You should tread carefully Shadowsinger, she's not worth all this." Azriel whipped back around and punched Eris in the jaw before anyone could even blink.

"Enough! Azriel!" Y/n leapt over to him and pulled him back to his seat.

He withdrew quickly and let Y/n pull him back to the seat, he knew he shouldn't have done that, but he didn't regret it.

He could've killed him. He should've. For what he did to Mor and what he said about Y/n. The nerve. He didn't even know Y/n, how dare he talk about her like that?

Azriel's face was flushed red with anger, his whole body felt hot.

His girl. His girl. His. Girl.

As if she knew he was contemplating standing back up and finishing the job, Y/n slid her body onto the arm of his chair and sat there, reaching her arm out to lay over his shoulders.

After simmering down and using Y/n's touch to ground himself, Azriel laid a protective arm over Y/n's leg that was propped up on the arm of the chair she had sat on.

He stayed this way the rest of the meeting and as they left, he kept his hand on the small of her back.

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Azriel's normally protective, but after the debacle that was the High Lords Meeting, he was extraordinarily so.

He finally seemed to be staking a claim on Y/n, warning anyone who came close not that she was taken, but that if anyone tried to hurt her, be would rip them apart.

He knew if he tried to show she was 'unavailable' she would get upset at him for being possessive. And so he settled for showing she was protected.

"You're glaring at everything, Az." She finally said as they walked through the Dawn Court Territory.

"I'm aware." Is all he says and she stops walking. The skies are pink, the clouds are fluffy and Azriel seems to be glowing pink in the light.

"Azriel." He turns to face her, her hand gripping his.

"Look at the sky. How can you be glaring right now?" She asks and he huffs.

"Eris just-"

"Eris isn't here right now." She used his hand to pull him close to her. She placed both hands on each of his shoulders and tilted his face to look up at the sky, pressing her chest to his.

"But I'm here. Me, Y/n, hello!" He stifled a chuckle and she gripped his chin and tilted it back down to look at her. Shaking his face side to side a bit, her growing smile more beautiful than the pink skies could ever be.

"And you, Azriel the Shadowsinger. You're here too." A finger came up to trace the round edge of his ear. She giggled and Azriel couldn't stifle the chuckle that left him this time.

"You, me and a gorgeous view, but no Eris. Yes?" He nodded at her and she pressed her forehead onto his.

"Azriel?" He sighed playfully, bringing his hands up to land on her waist.

"Yes." He let out within a small, deep laugh.

"Right, so can we stop huffing and puffing about someone who isn't even here and enjoy the very rare leisurely time outside of Velaris?" She asks finally and he grins.

"Yes."

"Great! Now, my Protective Overgrown Bat! Why don't we head back and have dinner with the others and then go find our bed for the night?" He nodded, his breath catching and let the excited Fae Woman pull him along towards food.

They had had fallen asleep together many times on the couch, or shared beds when on missions where there was only one available. They had never had a choice between sharing and sleeping separate and chosen to share.

It just seemed like that would be a step towards an established relationship, but they were both having fun dancing around each other.

It now seemed as if Y/n was over that. It seemed that she wanted something new. Something more. And Azriel was more than happy to deliver.

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As the Inner Circle ate dinner, Y/n, Mor and Cassian dominated the conversation as usual.

Though Y/n fell unexpectedly silent as Helion entered. He had a history of trying to woo both her and Az into his bed.

At the sight of the flirtatious Lord, Azriel shuffled closer to Y/n and placed a hand on her thigh.

"Please, Shadowsinger. Everyone knows she's only yours, we were all wondering when you two would bite." Helion passes the two by and takes a seat next to Mor a cheeky smile growing.

"Excuse me? I am nobody's possession! I am not his. I-"

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I simply meant that anyone meaning to pursue you may as well give up on that dream as your heart so obviously lies with the Shadowsinger." Y/n's face heated up quickly and turned a bright red.

"Excuse me." Is all she says before standing, gripping Azriel's hand and storming out of the room.

She stalks silently through the halls slamming open to doors of the room her belongings were in.

"Y/n?" Azriel asks, closing her door and sitting down on her bed next to her.

"Sorry, Azzy I'm just a bit frustrated." She sighs and rubs her face with her hand.

After a moment of silence, she sits up and faces Azriel, now sitting sideways of the bed. Reaching out, she grabbed either side if Azriel's face softly and moved him to look at her.

His deep eyes bore into her, his skin warm and soft to her touch, his pretty hair was soft and fell slightly into his face.

She moved one hand the gently rake his hair out of his eyes.

"Hey." He greeted and she giggled.

"Hi." And then she kissed him. And it was magic. They'd waited for a feeling like this their whole lives. Azriel's shadows seemed to understand the momentous occasion as they flared and spread, surrounding Y/n completely.

Then she laughed against his lips and he tried to huff at her, but instead chuckled. And while the moment was passed, that magic that came alive when they connected for the first time, that lingered for a long, long time.

Hi, could you please do a Azriel x reader where Azriel’s wings get injured and the reader catches him trying to fly? Thank you!

A/n: I absolutely can do that for you here you are. I actually started writing this three months ago, but school started up again so I had a hard time keeping up w everything 💘

From Dusk Til' Death

Y/n can still remember the day she almost had her wings clipped. The terror that swelled within her, the heavy weight on her chest that caused breath to escape her. 

Sometimes, she can still feel the hot tears streaming down her cold face, leaving streaks in the dirt layered upon her flushed cheeks. 

The nights that she dreams about that feeling are the nights that she wakes up, running to throw up in the bathroom as if her body wishes to purge itself of that horror.

Yet, when she re-enters her room and slides back under the velvet covers to his warmth, she can remember the feeling that came after that fear. 

When he reaches his arm back out for her and lays his wing atop hers she is reminded that her wings are fine. They are fine because he came for her. 

When she saw him, she knew immediately who he was. Seven blue siphons on his leathers gave him away and he looked pissed. 

Everyone he neared parted for him and those who didn't were almost thrown out of his path. He stalked up to her and the Illyrian males holding onto her. 

Her terror left in an instant and was replaced with relief. With a warmth and comfort that came with the knowledge that Spymaster Azriel of the Night Court was here. And he would not let them touch her. 

So after recovering halfway from a nightmare, the rest of her remedy included wrapping herself up in Azriel's arms and revelling in that same relief, that undeniable safety that she had felt ever since he took her away from that camp.

All Y/n ever wanted in this world was to make sure that she made him feel as safe as he made her feel. She trained with him every single day. They sparred and they exercised, but most importantly, they flew. 

Flying was so important to the both of them. After Y/n almost losing her ability to fly and everything that happened to Azriel, flying was a freedom. When they were in the other there was nothing more important than the wind under their wings and the smiles on their faces. 

Y/n would dream about that too. On the good nights, she would dream about her hair whipping out behind her and the thrill that shot through her every time her feet left the ground. 

"Are you sure about this?" Azriel asked again. 

"Come on, Az you know I'm more than capable." She protested and he placed his hands on her shoulders. 

"Of course you are, but that doesn't mean I have to like letting you waltz into danger. I know you can handle yourself, but you could still get hurt." His eyes bore into hers, love and fear swirling through his eyes. 

It was a simple reconnaissance mission, but for some reason over this stretch of land their glamours had been failing and other messengers or spies that had been sent across had been getting spotted and shot down. 

Rhysand was supposed to accompany Azriel in case one of them got injured, but he had been restless lately. Something was on his mind, his dreams filled with some human and some paintings. He had been very vague, but he was not in a state to be helping Azriel on this particular mission. 

Naturally Y/n leapt at the chance to protect her love. Unfortunately her volunteering had thrown Az into a deep well of anxiety over her safety. 

"Azriel, there is no one else who can go with you and I will not let you go alone. So, you can keep complaining about my presence and I'll make us leave now with only bread and water," Azriel grimaced at the thought causing Y/n to giggle and kiss his nose, "or you can quit it and I'll make your favourite meal and we can leave at Dusk." Azriel's face scrunched up in a way that made Y/n's heart clench. 

The love she felt for this male was indescribable, it filled her up until she was sure she'd burst. No, he would not he leaving alone tonight.

"Well there's only a few hours until dusk, we should get to the kitchen now." He eventually said and she smiled brightly at him.

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They had been flying for a long time, the playful energy of earlier had dissipated as they approached danger. 

Y/n had a sinking feeling in her gut, something was wrong. She was a strong flier, she prided herself on that. She focused on keeping her wings strong and healthy after almost losing her opportunity. 

Though if someone were to shoot her, there's no telling what may happen. She felt sickness rise up in her throat at the though of losing her wings, again. The fear when those males held her breaching the depths of her suppressed long term memory. 

And as Y/n began to spiral into the darkness of her mind, that's when it happened. A guttural scream filled the air and Y/n was snapped back to reality, whipping her head around only to see Azriel falling to his death with one shredded wing hanging behind him.

Any fear and anxiety she had been feeling was gone and had been replaced by a cold rage and determination. She would save him, and then she'd find and rip apart the bastards that did this to him.

She circled around and swooped beneath him to be level with his torso, then she wrapped her arms around his torso, struggling to keep hold of him. If her wings weren't as strong as they were she wouldn't be able to do this, but she had to be quick, because she was not strong enough to carry Azriel's weight for so long. 

Tears had started streaming down her face as adrenaline pumped through her body, giving her the strength to keep flying into the closest woods. Landing she dropped Azriel who groaned in pain. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She cried, collapsing next to him as the adrenaline wore off and she became weak. 

She lay next to him and sobbed into his shoulder as he just tried to get his bearings. 

"What do we do? Azriel, what do we do?" Upset and confused, she felt they were out of options. They were miles away from the nearest inn, she couldn't winnow and Azriel was utterly out of it. 

She stroked his hair back and out of his face.

"Your wing…" She whispered and he breathed out a reply. 

"S'okay, Love." It was barely audible, but it broke her heart. When she needed him most he came in and saved her. Why couldn't she do the same? Why couldn't she step up to the mark? 

They were in strange lands. She could trust nobody as a messenger. She could only hope that Rhys would realise something was wrong and send for them. 

If she only rested a little, she'd be able to help Azriel to an inn for the night. Perhaps they'd have simple supplies she could use on him just to get him through the night, before they get to Madja. 

Yes. She could do that. Yes. She would save him.

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It had been two weeks since their failed mission. Y/n was silently beating herself up about it even though she knew she had done everything she could. 

She had found an inn that night and had been able to get Azriel warm and safe. She had treated him well enough that when someone finally came to bring them home, Madja was able to heal him most of the way. 

The rest would take time, she had said. Time and consistent stretching and exercise, but no flying until he was fully healed. 

He hated that of course, but the arsehole was definitely revelling in the extra attention Y/n was giving him as a result of this injury. 

Of course she could be a little overbearing sometimes, a bit too overprotective. He began to wonder if this was what she felt like when he got all protective over her. 

Azriel was also getting antsy. It had been half a month, he should be able to fly again. Of course Y/n had helped him with his exercises each night yet she still refused to let him go flying, but without it, he felt trapped again. 

He felt like the ground beneath his feet was suffocating him, that he would never be able to escape into that thrilling freedom of the wind and the sky again. He hated it. 

He just wanted to try. 

As Dawn approached, Azriel figured Y/n must be well and truly in a deep sleep by now. So he lifted her protective wing from his body and rolled out of the bed. 

Leaving her small apartment, he made his way up the stairs, headed for the roof. 

As he stood atop the building's roof, it almost felt as good as flying did. Above the city, looking down on the wonders of Velaris, the wind in his face, his hair rushing around in the breeze. A smile grew on his face as he stood there. 

The lights of Velaris shone all sorts of colours as the city thrived beneath his gaze even in these early hours of the morning when the Sun had not even begun to rise. 

If he listened hard enough he could hear the laughter of all the carefree citizens, having the time of their life and he found, for once, that he wasn't jealous. 

Sure they had an all around worry free life, but he was one of the reasons for that. He helped keep the city protected so the Court of Dreams could go on in peace. 

And at the end of the day, he would find his own peace in the arms of Y/n. The female who could make him just as happy and carefree as all the faeries in the streets of Velaris. 

'I'm just going to try, just once. There's no harm in trying.' He thought to himself as he took a step towards the edge of the building and readied his wings. 

"What are you doing?" Y/n's voice stopped him in his tracks. 

He turned slowly to see his love standing there with her arms crossed, a sceptical brow raised.

"Trying to fly?" He replied.

"Are you telling me or asking me?" Was her response and he sighed guiltily. 

Her glare softened as she approached him, her hand soothing across his shoulders. 

"Az, why are you doing this?" She asks, her voice as soft as her gaze. He sits and she follows, dropping to her knees before him. 

"I just… flying is… it's an escape. And I can't escape. It feels like I'm trapped on this earth and there's nothing I can do about it. I just want to feel that wind in my face again. That thrill of being above the whole city while they have no idea. I miss flying with you."

Silence followed for a long time. Then Y/n moved Azriel's legs so they were crossed and climbed into his lap sideways, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

"Oh Sweetheart, I'm so sorry you feel that way. I miss flying with you too." She rested her forehead against his temple and he closed his eyes, basking in her affection, his hands braced behind him to hold them both up. "You have to be careful though. You have to heal fully before you can fly again or you could make it worse."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Did you want to stay up on the roof for a bit? Be above the city? Feel that wind in your hair?" He laughed a hearty laugh at her teasing tone and nodded. 

"I love you." 

"I love you too, Az." 

The breeze picked up, whipping her hair into his face and she grinned devilishly at him.

"This is what you missed, huh?" Her hair was wild and her eyes were bright. 

Azriel's booming laugh echoed around the building as she poked fun at him and they sat atop the roof until the sun came up.