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[darkazraels]

Masterlist

The Girl in the Woods part 1 part 2 - Azriel

The runaway Illyrian - Cassian

Pregnancy angst part 1 part 2 - Azriel

Telling him you’re having a child - Cassian

The monster for a mate - Dagdan

Mala the Kitty - Azriel

cheater - Azriel

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[danytherelentless]

Through the Eyes of the Owl

Jon Snow x fem!reader

request: Hi there! Could you write a angsty Jon snow x female reader where she gets killed alongside him in the season 5 finale?

summary: Visiting the wall hopeful for an alliance with the last known living son of Eddard Stark, you end up stopped by their own politics.

warnings: major character death, murder, mentions to sexual assault (does not happen, just worried that it will)

notes: this is some weird mash up of show and book, so if it doesn't make sense to you, that's why. In the books Sansa is not given to the Bolton's, it's another girl called Jeyne Poole who they say is Arya.

The wall was an unfriendly place, especially for you as a woman. Part of you regrets coming here, but you can’t bring yourself to wholly feel so. What lies in the rest of the North is worse, being controlled by the treacherous Bolton's in the pockets of the Lannister's.

Here you are, however, with hope on your side that Jon Snow will listen. He has sworn his vows of course, he is the Lord Commander too, but this is for the sake of the entire North. For the revenge of his slaughtered family; for your own butchered kin. To save little Arya.

You are not the only one with such an idea, you know. Lord Manderly is good at pretending, but he told you enough of the truth for you to understand: the North remembers. Lord Bolton knows this, you do not doubt. House Stark and House Bolton have had wars in the past, but the North knows where it's true loyalties lie.

You sit nursing you ale feeling some pity for the brothers for having such awful drink, when the boy rushes in.

"My Lord! Your uncle! Lord Benjen's here."

Lord Commander jolts upright, "where?"

You don't have time to tell him it sounds strange to your ears, that no horn had been blown to signal the arrival of any rangers. You follow after him as he makes haste from his solar after the boy. You can't quite remember his name, but you remember his rage. The rage at him allowing the wildlings past, which you can empathize with having lost family to the raiders yourself, but understanding of it's necessity. He was but a child, how could he understand? You doubt you would be very understanding had your own kin been slaughtered like pigs before your own eyes. You were here seeking vengeance for that very reason, actually. Lord Jon, however, had been able to make a difficult decision which led to such burning hatred by his own men that you have to admire him for it. A good strong leader with the good of the people in his mind, in his every action. Son of Ned Stark indeed.

You follow his rushed steps into the courtyard and to where a group of black brother's are waiting, and you feel your stomach drop. Your owl swoops ahead, landing with a hoot, and you try to grab the Lord commanders arm, but he merely drags you through the huddle with him.

Your unease amounts, surrounded by men of the worst ilk with only one on your side and no sword at your hip. You wouldn't even go down swinging if they attacked you.

"Commander..." you try, but you see the lettered etched into the wooden cross as he does.

T R A I T O R .

He has turned to look as his men, but you still look to him at his side, frozen in fear. You pray that this is quick, the only fear on your mind rape, you would die with your dignity in tact if you could help it.

But you cannot. You know you are going to die, but the thought itself does not strike you with fear. You merely wish it wouldn't be here. Not here, not for another's political fallout. You are supposed to gain his support so that he will march back South and retake Winterfell with your house's backing and with that of other loyal men and women of the North. If you were to die here, it would have no meaning. None at all. Just another nameless corpse to be burned. To be forgotten.

You watched as the knife pierces his chest, as he lurches and lets out a choked sound.

Then you feel the first going into you. Then the second then the third. The pain is bright and burning and sudden. The last word on your lips is that of your owl's name as you slip into darkness, so quickly, you haven't realized that you are dead.

--

The next time that you open your eyes, you see your own corpse lying face down in snow next to the Lord Commander from eyes perched above.

I hope this is what you wanted

comments are greatly appreciated :)

[darkazraels]

posted on my new account if you wanna check it out

[danytherelentless]

The Silent Wolf

Jon Snow x fem!reader

summary: winters are hard but Northern wolves endure.

warnings: implied/non descriptive smut

This is just a short practice piece whilst I get back into the habit of writing again. It's not that good, but I still wanted to post it.

It is winter, and there is not enough food to put on the table. Even during summer, you could find food to be scarce in the North, but in winter, the coldest of the Kingdoms suffered most from famine.

The snow had not fallen for three days now, a welcome reprieve. And in this reprieve, you decided it would be best for your family to have one less mouth to feed, an act not uncommon in the worst of winters, unfortunately.

You arose before anyone else, stepping over the three sleeping brothers which you shared a bed with, and began to gather your belongings and nothing more.

You leave before anyone has awoken, quiet and sneakily, and do not turn back as you walk beyond the clearing and past the treeline. It is dark, and you have no light, but you do not have high expectations of survival. If the cold does not pick you off, some animal will, or some bandit or other. Perhaps, if you lived long enough, you would starve if you could not find enough food. Alas, you had your pack with furs on your back and a bow strung across your shoulder, axe and knife at your hip so you would endure for as long as you could, and you did not simply plan to just give up.

It was four lonely months in the woods, enduring snows and storms a plenty, when particularly violent snowstorm hits. The most violent you'd experienced yet. You were as prepared as you could be and made camp in your small, lonesome tent, and spent days in the dark, nibbling at your food rations and water, pushing away the quickly mounting snow in your waking hours and going mad all the while. You already were mad, you supposed.

You fall victim to a fever and are unaware of anything happening around you anymore. But you do dream. A dream of spring and a giant wolf with white fur and red eyes. Of a handsome, dark haired stranger with stone, solemn eyes. There are younger ones as well, happy and smiling, and they look just like him. They laugh and run in the green field, the sun bright overhead.

You awake beneath a roof. Furs are stuck to your clammy skin, clothes no longer covering you. You feel panic and quickly sit up. Your head is woozy, dizzying as you try to make sense of your surrounding.

Two piercing red eyes are staring at you, a silent watcher at the foot of where you sleep. A giant mammoth creature of white fur. A direwolf.

You cannot breath in it's presence, cannot find the air to fill your lungs as it stares you down so intensely.

It is only when the cabin door bursts open allowing flurries of white snow in that you look away. A man dressed in the storm steps in and slams the door shut behind him, turning the few locks to it and baring it. A prison? You wouldn't mind a prison. Perhaps without the giant wolf, however.

The tall stranger pulls down the cover to his face, a handsome one. The one of your dreams. He pulls off his fur hood and shakes out his dark curls and slowly pulls away at his layers, unaware of your staring. He was sent by the Gods, surely?

He looks to you finally with those dark eyes, a solemn and tragically beautiful face. You try not to look shocked or guilt ridden. You try to speak then, but words cannot find you.

He turns away, walks over to the lit fire on the opposite side of the cabin and stokes it, adds some more wood. The albino wolf prowls over, remarkably graceful. The cabin is larger than the one you have lived in your entire life, and he seems to fit quite well.

Both wolf and master are silent, and ignore you as he sits before the hearth and heats food. He brings some to you in your weakened state once it is readied, before returning to his place, staring into the flames.

A day passes, and he has slept by side of the fire, leaving you to his bed unless he comes to give you food.

A second passes and you are well enough to stand up and slowly put on your own clothes once again, freshly washed, you notice. He watches you as you do so, the first man to ever see you naked, though you'd shared a bed and room with some of your brothers.

The third day, you dare to sit by the fire when the giant wolf is gone. You wait with bated breath for him to speak, for him to make a move towards you, and you struggle to feel any fear. Oh, you should, you know that. Men are vile creatures and you are at his mercy. Yet you have been deprived of any human contact for months, and it's made your rather careless.

You return to the bed in the evening, and it is after you have eaten that he prowls towards you, pulling off his tunic. You know he wants your body from that look in his eyes, that he wants you. And who are you to refuse? Has he not saved your life, has he not given you shelter? In times of winter that is as good as marriage vows spoken before the eyes of a weirwood tree.

He mounts you atop his furs and rolls his naked hips into yours with deep thrusts, and though it hurts, you cannot help but pull him closer. His flesh is warm and you so cold, a dragon made flesh. His head burrows in the crux of your neck and he bites down and you love it.

He claims you over and over again until you no longer feel any sense of loneliness. He sleeps naked next to you that night in his own bed for the first time since you'd awoken here.

The Old Gods must have granted you your dream of spring before winter has even met it's end. And perhaps with your handsome stranger, you would see the sun shine on a green field once again.

[darkazraels]

I’m still alive, life has just been kicking my ass

Hopefully I’ll post something in the next month

update: posted on @danytherelentless

[darkazraels]

hi welcome back!!! i’m so excited to see you’re posting again. hope you’re doing well :) 💗

Thank you! I’m not doing too bad.

Hopefully I’ll be here more permanently this time around 🫣

[darkazraels]

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Azriel x reader

your secret lover

word count: 1205

He held your hand for once, something he rarely did in public. In fact, you couldn’t remember him ever touching you in any way in public before, though your outings together in such a public place were rare. Yet today as icy air bit at your bare cheeks and nose, you walked down the cobbled street the stars and half a moon bright above and the city lights casting a white glow through the shadows whirling around you both.

It was your seventh anniversary together. Seven years which had passed by with a blink of an eye, four since the war the lands were still pulling themselves together from.

What you had planned to be an ordinary night in together at his apartment had turned into a late night walk down the sidra in the snow, the streets none to bare as passers-by went from one party to another as the winter Solstice approached.

“How about a trip to Day?” he suggested.

You hummed in contemplation, “where were you thinking?”

He puffed out some cold air, “Terra perhaps. In late spring or summer.”

The second city of the Day Court.

“Spring,” you stated, “what could we do there go?”

From all your time of knowing him, he had never taken a prolonged break away from work, you knew this wouldn’t be one exactly, just less of it within the time away from the Night Court.

“What do you want to do?”

“Hmmm, couples massages?” you mused.

He chuckled, golden eyes looking down at you with amusement, a curl to his lips, “no.”

You huffed a sigh, “for me perhaps.”

“For you perhaps,” he teased.

“Winery then?”

“I know a place,” a grin spread across his face.

“As always, my love,” you teased with a bright smile of your own.

He dropped your hand abruptly, a cold impassivity falling across his face as he looked ahead, his jaw tightening in what you recognised for annoyance, nearly anger.

You followed his line of sight, and knew what caused such sudden change.

In your relationship, you had been quick to understand the mechanics of the Inner Circle of the Night Court, one which Azriel barely had one foot in and one foot out of.

Cassian was the only one of which he was close with, his brother. So it was only natural for you to know him.

The High Lord you knew he had a particularly strained relationship with which had only worsened over the last few years. And the High Lady you knew he despised.

The two of which were walking towards you.

You took his forearm into your hand and pulled at it lightly, “come, we need not speak to them. With luck only one shall notice and not bother us.” From what you knew, you doubted it.

He grunted noncommittally, following your steps across the cobblestones, weaving past a small group and walking to the other side.

Unfortunately, you were none to lucky.

“Azriel,” his voice was smooth and calm.

Your hand dropped from his arm, tucking back inside the folds of your cloak.

“Rhysand,” Azriel nearly hissed though managed to keep in some of that false courtesy he used so well.

“We didn’t know you were going out tonight. I don’t think we’ve ever met,” the High Lady spoke, a sweet voice, though not one you wanted to hear. You’d rather be at home drinking thick hot chocolate and cream before a fireplace with Az than having to communicate with these people.

“This is my friend, I’m walking her back home,” not a lie. You were a friend. You were also a lover. And he was walking you home after an evening of walking around the quieter streets of the city.

You bobbed your head in greeting.

“You should bring your friend over some time,” Rhysand spoke. You could decipher nothing from his deep, purple eyes, his lips pulled into a smirk.

Feyre on the other hand looked quite happy, if a little perturbed.

“We’re not that close,” Azriel spoke. A lie. Azriel hardly lied, for then things would become to hard to keep up with, and mistakes could easily be made.

“Well, the invitation still stands,” the High Lord gave you what could only be considered a cold look, one which nearly made you feel threatened.

Azriel tilted his head as an expression of farewell before walking around them, you following in step.

You waited till you’d turned a few corners heading further away from the city centre and closer to where you home lay at the east of the bay where he took your hand in his scarred one once more, squeezing it tightly.

He huffed a humourless chuckle.

“Where would you move if you ever left the Night Court,” you suddenly asked, though it was not a sudden conversation point between you.

His golden eyes narrowed on you sharply before shrugging and looking ahead again, “I’m not sure actually. I never thought to settle beyond this. A nomad, with Cassian of course.”

You nodded. You’d lived in the city of Velaris for barely a sixth of your life now, knowing of it through an old colleague. You’d spend the time before travelling and living in many different corners of the world, none you found satisfactory to settle. In fact, the idea of settling somewhere for too long wasn’t appealing at all, after all, there was so much in the world left to explore, and before your life ended, you wished to see and know it all.

You hadn’t initially planned on remaining in Velaris for this long. It was the last stop you had in Prythian, one you had planned a decade within at least. After Amarantha and then the war, however, you just hadn’t begun to travel once again, though travelling was Azriel seemed appealing now.

“Would I be welcome on your nomadic travels?” you mused gently.

A small smile curled at his mouth, “of course. Cassian would go mad without your food to feed him.”

"And is that all I'm good for?" you looked at him pointedly, a scowl playing at your lips.

"Of course not. It's just one of your many, many, wonderful attributes," he slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, a slow smirk curling at his lips.

"Oh."

He made a humming sound of agreement, "I think we should go home and warm up some. We can plan our little trip tomorrow, hm?"

"Sounds good to me," you replied.

"I can think of a few things I want to do while we're there," he teased.

"Oh, I'm sure you do," you chuckled.

"But perhaps for now we can practice those couple massages tonight?"

"I thought you didn't care for them?" you reminded.

"Not for other people touching me. But you on the other hand? I can think of you touching me in some very sensitive areas to relieve my stress," he leaned closer to your ear, nipping the top of it between his teeth, eliciting a quiet shriek from you.

"Then get us back home, Shadowsinger," you teased.

You were swept away in a flurry of shadows within seconds, warmth replacing the cold, your giggles all that remained where you once stood.

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@mis-lil-red @jsobsessed @imakeangelscry @notquitehero @wingedmiken

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Azriel x reader

Azriel cheats on you

word count: 451

You knew.

You knew the minute he walked through the door - before really - exactly where he had been, who he had been with, and what he had been doing with them.

Oh, sweet and delicate Elain thought she had him wrapped around her finger. The newly turned fae who sat and looked pretty and spent time within her gardens and baked within her sister's grand kitchen. Beautiful, sweet, whoring Elain, seducing a married man. You had been ever so gracious to her, ever so kind, yet this is how she repays you.

And Azriel. You were beneath no illusions that he was in love with Elain. You knew all he felt was lust. He'd done this before, after all. For other delicate females over the long centuries you had been together. Other pathetic and useless toys for him to fuck till he grew bored and returned wholly to you once more.

"I hope you enjoyed it," you spoke calmly, nursing your wine in hand before the fireplace.

Azriel's stayed at a distance from it. He always did.

He didn't answer. Of course he already knew that you knew exactly who he'd had his cock in. You knew he didn't care.

Perhaps you would have words with that High Lady to keep her sister away. He'd grow out of his lust for her, but you'd rather it not linger at all.

He went to bed alone that night in your shared bed. You spent time drinking and brooding before the fire, debating the best course of action. How could you get rid of that vile pestilence?

Had it been anyone else, then you'd have let them live, would have merely tormented them to sate the rage you couldn't bare to take out on the one who'd actually turned his back on you. But Elain knew. She knew exactly who you were, exactly who Azriel was to you. She had forsaken your kindness and friendship for fleeting moments of need, for a heart she thought she could own.

Silly, silly girl.

"Will you fuck her again? Or would you ignore her like you did the last?" you asked him later as you lay next to him, burning with quiet rage.

He hadn't replied for a while, "do what you want to her."

You smirked at that. Of course he didn't care for her. He never cared for any of them like he did you.

It didn't change the distant thought that you should be his only one.

"And if I killed her?" you asked the silence in a whisper.

He turned over to you, meeting your eyes between the darkness, "then I shall do it by your side should it sate your rage."

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@mis-lil-red @itsmeseph @imakeangelscry @notquitehero @wingedmiken

[darkazraels]

I just realised that I have 200 followers now. Thank you so much!

I have some ideas for a second part to Mala the Kitty, so perhaps that will be the celebration for this milestone. ☺️💖

[darkazraels]

omg the azriel & kittens piece was perfect i adored it so much 😭🥰 and made me think of this art!!

I forgot this existed 😄 my sub-conscience must have been reminding me 💕

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Azriel x reader

When your kitten runs off, a certain shadowsinger returns her to you.

word count: 980

You breathed into your cupped fingers, your hands red, cold and shaking in the winter night, your gloves forgotten at home.

Mala had slipped from the house when you had left the door open for a just a second too long, scampering off into the darkness of the bitter cold night.

Panic had entirely seized you as you rushed through the busy streets, calling Mala’s name, desperately hoping to find her once again and return her to the safety of your home.

Mala was a curious thing of six months, gifted to you by your friend living in the constant warmth of the Summer Court for your birthday months ago. You had come to love the ginger fluff ball of a cat. The one who - according to Dahlia - acted more like a puppy than a kitten. Yet now her curiosity had led her onto the freezing cold streets, lost and most probably scared.

Tears tracked down your freezing cheeks, the tips of your pointed ears numb from the cold. “Mala!” you called once again.

You walked through the crowds of people awake and lively with the beautiful, clear night, eyes down on the cobblestone streets, wandering down alleyways between buildings and parks with frosted grass and ice slippery swings and slides, “Mala!”

“Hey,” you turned around quickly, eyes drawn the to ball of fluff curled between two scarred hands.

“Mala!” you exclaimed as bright green, wide eyes, twinkling with fear peered up at you.

You grasped the shivering kitten from the males large hands, cuddling her close to your breast in the crook of your right arm. “You silly girl, what were you thinking!” you chastise sharply, combing your fingers through her soft fur. It was then that you peered up to your kittens saviour.

A gasp slipped from your parted lips as the shadowsinger stood before you dressed in dark, scaled leathers, donning glowing blue stones on his chest and wrists. The shadows surrounding him were quick to flutter away, some grasping out towards you and tickling at your bare knuckles before pulling back and dancing around the glowing orbs on either of his wrists. You could see his sharp, handsome face quite clearly in the light of the twinkling stars and half moon above the abandoned park. "Oh.”

“Thank you,” you stuttered, a smile slowly spreading across face. "She’s never done this before,” you added, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head as your fingers clutched her slightly chubby body beneath the thick fur.

The shadowsinger shook his head lightly, “it’s no problem. I know how troublesome they are.”

“You have cats?” your brows raise in surprise.

He nods his head, eyes hazel with flecks of gold showing the first emotion you’d seen from him: amusement. “Willa, Nyles and Nicks.”

“How adorable,” you cooed, “do they run off ever?”

He chuckled deeply - a sound you committed to memory. A look of fondness crossed his truly beautiful face, “just Nyles. When he was about Mala’s age actually. Came home shivering and scared. Still tried to escape again though, the little shit.”

You giggled sweetly. “I hope Mala has learnt her lesson, but I doubt it. She’s far to curious for her own good. I’m Y/N by the way,” you grumbled before introducing yourself clearly.

Mala purred as you scratched at the right spot between her ears.

“Sounds like Nyles. And I’m Azriel,” he chuckled again, the sound setting off butterflies in your stomach this time.

Damn, he was really good looking. His skin was tan and stubble was spread across the bottom half of his face. His face was narrow and bone structure sharp. He had straight nose and slightly narrowed eyes, his lips quite plump. Wisps of black hair curled down his forehead, windswept from flying.

“Perhaps they could have a play date some time. Mala hasn’t got any friend and maybe it’d do her good,” you asked tentatively. Dahlia had encouraged you to be more confident, and this certainly was a wonderful opportunity you had found yourself stood before.

A tiny smile began to curve at his lips as his hazel eyes met your own once more, “that sounds wonderful.”

Your smile widened, cheeks bright red from both cold and your intense blushing, “is Friday good for you? I work from seven-thirty till six, so after that is good.”

“How about seven,” he offered.

“Great! I live number 9 on Tunris Way.”

“I’ll remember it. Now, you best get home before you catch a chill,” he warns, a smile curling at his lips as he took a slow step away, shadows dancing around his excitedly.

You giggled once more, shivering inside of the heavy coat you’d quickly shoved on in your rush to leave the house, “I best. Thank you again, truly. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I couldn’t find her.”

“Well, I see a kitten in need, I’m there to help,” he bows his head in acknowledgment, eyes upon Mala once before before he meets your eyes again. “Have a nice night,” he took a few more steps back, dark wings unfurling from his back, spreading wide. Damn, they are big.

“You too,” you waved your hand in farewell, clutching Mala with the right as she curled closer to your chest.

You watched with bated breath as he shot into the night sky.

“Thank you, you cheeky miss,” you giggled, pressing another kiss to her head before turning and hurrying your way back home, incapable of wiping the bright smile off of your face.

The smile remained even as you curled up beneath you thick duvet, Mala safely tucked on the far side of your rather oversized bed.

That night, you dreamt of a certain shadowsinger surrounded by kittens, laughing and smiling. He looked up at you with those alluring eyes of his, glimmering with adoration and hope.

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[darkazraels]

The more I think about acotar, the more I hate it. Is it just me?

Still, I’ve been writing for Azriel (oops) and will hopefully post something within the next month at least.

[darkazraels]

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Dagdan x Archeron! reader

word count: 1053

You woke slowly, head pounding, cheek pressed against ice cold stone, the echos of distant voices just barely reaching your ears.

Something wasn't right. Of course it wasn't, you were still in Hybern, abandoned by your sister's to rot in this hellish place. But you felt different as you lay on the ground. Perhaps it was just the wrongness in this place, the taste of metal in your mouth from the magic here, yet now it all seemed amplified.

Opening your eyes to face the darkness, you could faintly make out the large iron door.

They had left you here. Feyre had left you, had looked you over then turned her attention to Nesta and Elain, Elain far too worried for herself, Nesta wholly focused on Elain's safety. And Feyre's companions had barely bothered to look at you as they had dragged you back away from that damned thing. They had just left, winnowed away, leaving you here.

They'd had some fun cutting into you after that, scars now marring your skin, an eye missing. But you were no longer naked, clothed in something rough and much too large. It did nothing at all to ward off the bitter cold.

Had you changed like your sisters? Did your ears point, did you have that inhuman glow to your skin? Were you taller and more beautiful that you were before? Or were you still human? You hoped that you were still mortal, capable of dying as a result of your injuries here in this cell, even if you would make it away, you would only have to live shortly with the knowledge of the betrayal by your own blood compared to if you were now fae. It would make it feel more justifiable should you still be human.

You closed your eyes again, and refused to allow the tears to fall. Please, let it be over soon, you begged. But you knew no one could hear you. You knew that no God's cared.

The loud clanging on the other side of the door made you flinch back, dragging your body closer to the wall, chains scraping across the stone beneath you. You pulled you knees up to your chest, feeling the stretch of wounds and scars across your skin.

The door clanged loudly against the wall, and you had to squint at the minimal light which seeped past the imposing figure looming there.

He reminded you of the king, black hair and black eyes. A square chin, straight nose, perfect skin which you had no doubt would be smooth to the touch. He was taller than the king with a more slender frame.

He tilted his head, looking down at you, amused. He didn't say anything for a few moments, looking over you carefully, eyes lingering on your chest, before he met your eyes. It was an intense stare down, yet you found that you simply couldn't look away from him, as if an anchor was pulling you towards him. You inwardly scowled at yourself. It was just his fae tricks. Were you also fae now?

"Hello little one," he drawled out, a smirk spreading across his lips, "aren't you a pretty thing."

You didn't say anything as he slowly approached you, but braced for any sort of pain. You waited for him to strike a blow, to pull out some weapon to torture you with, but it didn't come.

He sighed as he knelt down in front of you, long fingers dragging through your hair. "What have they done to you?"

You said nothing as his fingers stroked across your cheek. You hated the way his skin was cold to the touch, yet the way that you warmed inside at his touch.

You entire body tensed as he moved his hand further down, wrapping loosely around your neck, fingers trailing across the collar around your neck. "Poor sweet thing," he muttered, snapping the iron into pieces.

You gasped at the sudden bareness, at the way it felt easier to breath. You were frozen in place as he tore away the other chains binding you. What was he going to do to you? Where was he going to take you? Was he going to leave you to this cell? You weren't sure if it would be better to be left here or taken away.

He grabbed you roughly, yanking you onto your weak legs, hardly capable of holding yourself up as your body shook. He leaned down, breathing you in. What the fuck was he doing?

"Can you feel that?" he snarled into your ear.

You didn't answer.

In retaliation, he tugged your head back by your hair sharply, pressing his cold lips to your neck. "Are you as stupid as your sisters? Or do you actually have some sense?"

"I don't know what it is," you admitted, voice quiet, crackling at the grating feel in your throat from hours of screaming and begging for it to just stop.

He chuckled. "You, thing, are my mate."

You hardly understood what that meant. Did he mean soulmates? That was impossible, he was so... not like you. Feyre and Rhysand had been mates, hadn't they?

You felt anger roil in your stomach at the mere thought of those who had left you to these monsters.

"Well, there is some fire in you, isn't there?" He muttered to himself, a hand gripping your jaw. You looked at him again.

"What do you want?" you dared ask.

"I want many things," he answered back, cryptically, tauntingly.

"From me?" you asserted carefully.

He tilted his head to one side, assessing you with his dead eyes, "I'll make a deal with you: if you remain on your best behaviour, you won't have to ever enter a cell again."

You stared at him, "that's it?"

He clicked his tongue, a hand coming down to caress your cheek, "that's it."

"I'll get to drink and eat properly?" you pressed. You didn't want to irritate him to the point he would take back the crumbs he had laid out before you, but you needed to know it wasn't for nothing, that it wasn't just a trick, even though it probably was.

He rolled his eyes but nodded nonetheless less.

Gulping back your hesitations, you replied, "it's a deal."

He smirked, "desperate little thing."

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Cassian x reader

Telling him you're having a child.

word count: 532

It was something that you had known, yet had not fully acknowledged till today, the reason you had been ill so often as of recent, woken up by the sickness which sequestered you home for days. It was bad, and Cassian (unfortunately) had been away in the House of Wind, watching over the eldest Archeron sister: Nesta.

After spending most of the morning and afternoon in the bathroom and lounging on the sofa, you finally felt well enough to go to the market to get some food.

It was an ordinary visit till you saw a heavily pregnant fae, glowing in the golden light of late spring, summer merely a week away. And it was then that it truly dawned upon you that you would look like that in a few months. You couldn't help the smile which spread across your face. It had hardly felt real, the thought being foreign in your mind, but as you saw the female, all's you could think about what Cassian holding your baby.

You abandoned the pie stall you were stood by, heading back home with the basket of fresh fruit and vegetables over your arm, and tugged as harshly as your could on that bond between the two of you.

It didn't matter right now if he was busy, this was far more important. It wasn't like he would have any suspicions either, you hadn't been with him enough recently for him to notice any changes in you, and you wanted to feel this joy with him now.

He arrived less than half an hour later, looking flustered and panicked as he burst into the house. "What is it?"

Concern was etched across his face, dark brows furrowed, hair askew.

You smiled broadly, "I'm pregnant!"

He stared at you, mouth opening. He looked utterly confused.

You spread your arms wide, and he walked to you a little dazed, "I thought you were hurt."

"No, I'm having a baby. Our baby," you whispered, standing on the tips of your toes, looking at the befuddled male.

"As in, im going to be a father?" He asked.

"As in Azriel is going to be an uncle," you nodded you head, smile only brightening.

He looked into your eyes, adoration and love shone within. A smile curled at his mouth, sweet and tender, "you're having my baby?"

You nodded as he leaned down, his forehead pressing against your own. He laid a broad, calloused hand on your stomach, a small bump beginning to form already.

His lips met yours, a deep passionate kiss, "I love you, so, so, so, so, much."

He began kissing all over your face till you batted him away with a laugh.

His smile was bright as the sun, "we have to tell Azriel."

"We have to tell him right away. Once you've showered," you scrunched your nose up, "you smell dreadful."

"I apologise, I was busy training the ladies," he rebutted.

"As you should," you smirked, taking his arm and tugging him along with you, "I'll join you."

He continued mumbling as he went, hand gripping yours with a stupid grin on his face, "I'm gonna be a father. We're having a baby."

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Azriel x pregnant! reader (part two)

part one

word count: 1391

For a month after your encounter with the High Lady, it became the norm for you to spot one of the Court members lingering across the street, outside one of the many stores on the same street as your's. None had approached you in that time, but it still made you feel anxious to walk home after work. It was Morrigan more often than not, and Cassian (who made his presence known by waving at you through the window but never actually entering). You must have seen the High Lord twice at least, and the High Lady a couple more times than that.

After that month, however, it had stopped. It was a good job too, as your growing bump was becoming something that was increasingly hard to hide. Well, it was practically impossible to hide now. At thirty one weeks, your belly was round before you, and you knew with the rate at which it grew, you wouldn't be able to see your own feet soon. It was quite a queasy thought to have.

Maria - one of your shop workers and seamstresses - had been the one you had approached with the hopes she would step in as manager as you were away on maternity (for a raise of course). The dark skinned fae had agreed readily, a smile so bright on her face that it nearly blinded you. She had worked for you the longest out of your current workers in store, nearly five decades actually. As fae lived so long, changing professions was not uncommon, and you knew that eventually Maria would want to move to something else, so perhaps this would be good experience for her. Maria had also been excited at the prospect of seeing a tiny baby at business meetings you would eventually have to attend again.

Working had become increasingly harder for you as they grew, your feet swollen and body aching all over as you lugged through the day. And with the added stresses of Azriel on your mind, you just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry more often than not. For your own sanity, you had cut your own workload down significantly in preparation for when you'd be out of work for at least three months. Knowing how much you struggled now, you had little doubt that you would be out for longer than that. So far, you had planned a total of three months with no meetings and no in shop work time. Meetings had been changed and rescheduled, and quite a lot of work had been slowed down.

You slumped into the black velvet armchair in the dimly lit break room, lifting your feet onto the stool carefully. A hand placed over your belly, you felt the little being thump against it gently. A smile spread across your tired face at the feel of them. "I know, I know. I'm stressed out. I know you don't like that," you mumbled, leaning your head back against the plush pillow, sighing contentedly.

There was still so much to do so much to prepare for still. The nursery wasn't even half completed yet, your house hadn't been baby-proofed at all, and there was still so much to buy —

Your eyes snapped open, staring up at the dark green ceiling, heart speeding up. The familiar tugging you felt whenever your lover was near nagged within your chest. It appeared that the shadowsinger had finally returned.

You sat up straight in the chair, awkwardly shuffling your legs to the ground, heart beginning to beat faster in your chest. Shit, did he even know? Of course he did, that had most likely been the reason he had left. Or had he truly not known and had just had enough of you?

"Y/N," he spoke, already stood in the doorway, looking ashamed in the least. He was earlier than Feyre had said by two weeks, though you hadn't believed he would seek you out after his return.

You pushed yourself up from the plush chair to give yourself some even footing against the Illyrian, though he still towered above you. "Azriel. I wasn't expecting you."

He pursed his lips and nodded, staring at the bump. He didn't particularly seem surprised by the roundness of it, perhaps only a little startled at the size. But you could tell by the shame in his hazel eyes that he had known.

"I'm sorry," he said, meeting your intense gaze.

You shook you head, a frown creasing your features, "sorry? You just walked away when I needed you the most. And I thought you loved me."

"I do, I was just being a coward and I didn't know what else to do."

You scoffed at him. "You should have stayed, Azriel. We've been together for decades. Years of commitment down the drain just because you were scared of being a father."

"I know."

"Did walking away help at all?" you pressed on, despite the discomfort evident on his face. This confrontation was one which you had to have, he couldn't just come walking back in only to back out again.

He shook his head, "no, it didn't. I was stupid."

"You were. We've worked through hardships before, why couldn't you just talk to me about it before making any rash decisions?" you looked up at him expectantly. Of course you understood the reasons for his abandonment, but it still wasn't enough to prove to you that it was a good enough reason for him to never come back to you. And it wasn't enough to prove he would be a terrible parent as he had apparently convinced himself he would be if he was involved. Apparently that had given him a good enough reason to leave you. Did he not truly love you enough if that was all it took?

"I don't want to hurt them. I don't want to hurt you. But I did. I know that now," he stated, looking down to his feet through the swirling darkness surrounding him, that now nearly swallowed him, yet still reached out to be closer to you.

"And you didn't know that then?" you asked him pointedly.

"I did. I just thought it would hurt less than me doing something wrong and messing up them up for good."

"I know that your father wasn't a good person," you stepped closer to him, close enough to touch him, "and I know that you are nothing like him. So do you. But you still walked out. Did you think not being there would be better than making mistakes, by what... not being good enough?"

You blinked back you tears, bottom lip jutting out slightly, he met your gaze again, "it was stupid. I don't want our child to feel abandoned, like they're worthless and that I don't care about them."

"Then you need to be able to prove it. Can you do that? Or is it too much to ask of you?" it was a gentle question, but the words hit him hard.

"I want to be there," he admitted.

You felt relieved to hear those words, but it did not change the fact that he had still left. What if he would go on to do it again? It wasn't just you that you had to think about anymore, it was the life you were bringing into this cruel world. No matter how much you loved him, how much he had hurt you too, you had to put your child first.

"Then you will be. But you can't go back and fourth."

"I won't. I'll make sure to be there, I'll make sure to give them everything that I can," he promised, sincerity lacing his gruff voice.

"We should talk more about this when I've finished. Can you be at mine at eight?"

Work still had to be done, and it would be best to discuss this more thoroughly in a private environment. There was no doubt that you would be tired at that time, but you could not put this conversation off as you feared that if you did that for too long, it would never end up happening.

He nodded his head, "see you soon Y/N."

You watched as he retreated from the room, heading back through the shop he had entered through.

"You too, Azriel."

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do you have an estimate when part 2 of the Az pregnancy fic will be up?? I loved it and can't wait to read more!!

I’m glad you liked it! I don’t have it finished yet as I’m busy, but hopefully it’ll be up next week.

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Hey there! Could you please tag me on all your fics? I'm really enjoying them , and really want to know how Az reacts to readers news. Have a great day 💜

Of course I can! I’m glad you like it 😁💕

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Azriel x pregnant! reader (part one)

Azriel abandoned you, and you don’t truly understand why.

word count: 709

The breakup with Azriel had hit you hard, just as you know it must have done to him. But he had simply said that you couldn’t be together after the war, and abandoned you. No other reason. For three months you had tried to track him down, to talk to him, but you were no spy like he was.

You continued to run your lingerie shop as normal, with a sadness shrouding you for a month or two, and the sickness ever growing. It was after a month you finally caved and went to see a healer. You found out exactly what you were expecting to. You were pregnant. With Azriel’s child. Is that why he had left?

You needed to tell him, at four months into the pregnancy you still hadn’t told him, or anyone for that matter. As if you were waiting for him to come back. It was ridiculous. You were patient of course, you had to be with him, but you never belittled yourself for him before. Not like now. Not when he’d just walked out of your life as if you meant nothing to him. And whilst you knew that wasn’t the case, it didn’t lessen the ache in your chest.

At four months, you saw the High Lady again. A dark blonde, newly turned high fae, wondering into your lingerie shop to have something specially made to surprise her mate. You’d met her a couple of times prior, and now she was here to pick up the pieces you had made for her.

It was stupid to ask, you and Azriel had kept your relationship away from the ears of his companions and to few of yours. Though Cassian knew you were friends (and probably suspected more) he had never truly pushed too much into your side of things. Maybe that was it, maybe he just couldn’t commit to things anymore as he didn’t want his friends to know you and didn’t want to take any more risks of them finding out. Had he been embarrassed by you?

You didn’t want to be close with the inner circle per say, they were too much for you. To intrusive and enjoyed all the things that you didn’t. But it still hurt that he might have not wanted you to know them because of that.

“Are you okay?” the woman suddenly asked.

You looked up from the lace and silk you were packaging after presenting it to her, her face blurred by tears you hadn’t noticed.

You wiped at your eyes, sniffling and shaking, “sorry, just that time of the month,” you lied.

She looked unconvinced as you dabbed at your eyes before you could get any tears onto the beautifully made garments. “Is this all I can help you with?” you asked, a small smile on your face, mostly forced.

“I was hoping to book another appointment,” she replied.

After presenting her with the free dates and hours you had, she was booked for another fitting in three months time for something new.

“I’m sorry this may be a strange thing to ask, but do you know where Azriel is?” you asked carefully as you walked her to the front door of your shop.

She looked confused for a moment, “why do you ask?”

You grimaced without meaning to, “it’s personal. I need to speak with him urgently but he isn’t… I don’t know where to find him.”

She tilted her head, looking at you suspiciously, and you regretted saying anything, suspecting she would now go and ask all of her friends resulting in an interrogation by one of them.

“He’s not in the court at the moment. But I’m sure I could pass on a message.”

You nodded your head, smiling with tight lips, “that would be most appreciated, thank you. Could you just let him know that I need to talk? Tell him it’s important and I won’t bother him again after. Do you know when he’ll be back?”

She nodded her head, looking at you concerned (probably because you were about to cry). “About three months, maybe longer.”

“That’s great, thank you so much.”

You shut the door a little too quickly after her and burst into tears.

part two

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