Belle

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✨Masterlist✨

Genre Key

Smut: 💋

Fluff: ☁️

Angst: 🔥

Azriel x Reader

Winter Writer

- Part two (NEW) ☁️💋

Lost Star 🔥

- Part two 🔥

-Part three ☁️

-Part four ☁️💋

-Part five ☁️🔥

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The Winter Writer (Part 2)

Azriel x Reader

GUESS WHO’S BACK!!!! I’m gonna be honest, I never thought I would get around to making a part 2. I’ve been lurking on tumblr for the past 3 years as a reader, not ever actually getting around to finish writing the one’s I started. But this fic has been getting SO much love recently due to many amazing readers who have shared my work on their “Azriel fics” posts, which might I add, IS THE BIGGEST COMPLIMENT EVER. I felt guilty having this fic up without having it completed, and as a VERY long time Wattpad, Tumblr, and Ao3 reader, I can say from experience how FRUSTRATING it is to YEARN for the next part of a fic and never getting it because the author decided to take on a new chapter of their own life. Anywayyyy, 3 years and 3 months later I’m back new and improved!! So please enjoy this part because I can’t tell you how long it will be until the next one lol. I wrote this in one sitting and it’s no where near perfect, but enjoy!!

Summary: One day Mor brings her best friend to the house of wind for game night with the inner circle. Azriel takes immediate interest, as well as Nesta, Feyre, and Gwyn when they find out she's the author to their favorite smutty romances.

Warnings: Teensy bit smutty (I didn’t mean to, but I was writing with no plan and that’s just what came to my head, oops!)

Notes: Little fun fact, I’ve only ever read Part 1 once… and that was when I first posted it 3 years ago. I finally reread it (which was kind of an awful experience to read my own work lol) and am finally here to give you the part 2 you’ve all been waiting for!!

Part 1 Part 2

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Mor helps you get settled into one of the guest rooms. Strategically opting to put you in the one directly across the hall from Azriel’s room. Never mind that there was one directly across from her own room on the opposite wing of the house—a fact that she felt unnecessary to mention to you.

The room was stunning. A four poster bed complete with chiffon drapery as a canopy. The bed, much too large for one person, was covered in the fluffiest and softest pillows and blankets you had ever felt. You could not wait to crawl into it and pass out, needing to give your body adequate rest before you braved training in the morning.

Despite that fact, your mind was wide awake, too many thoughts and feelings swirling around from the chaotic evening.

A cup of tea would be nice, you thought to yourself. Everyone would be a sleep by this point, so you had no worries of running into anyone.

Gently grabbing your satin robe to slip over your rather scandalous nightgown—courtesy of Mor, of course. You grabbed a fae light and began to make your way out of your room.

Pausing momentarily as you grabbed the door handle to leave, you remembered that Azriel’s room was directly across from you.

What was he doing in there? You pondered. Was he sleeping? Reading? Was he bathing? You stopped you thoughts and mentally slapped yourself.

“Gods Y/n get a hold of yourself and stop picturing him naked!” You whispered as you scolded yourself. That didn’t stop the blush from rising to your cheeks and the heat from pooling deep in your belly.

Water droplets cascading down his chest before getting caught in the deep grooves of his abs. You bit your lip and closed your eyes. His large veiny hands lathering soap along his body. You audibly sighed. His corded forearms pulsing as they pumped his-

Wait. What the fuck.

Your eyes shot open as you realized where your mind had just drifted. “You insatiable little slut!” You whisper yelled at yourself as you began pacing the floor in your room. “You met him once! ONCE! And this is how you’re behaving?” You couldn’t help it, something deep inside of you yearned for him.

You stopped abruptly, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before collecting yourself. You grab the handle, pull open the door, and step out into the hallway. Just a little tea to quiet your mind and you would be set.

Your bare feet pad through the long hallway until they reach the parlor where you had all gathered that evening. Huh? The fire was still roaring, which was odd as there was no longer anyone awake to have need for it.

“The girls were right.” Your breath catches and you stiffen visibly. “I must say, these really are quite the novels.”

Your head whips towards the sound of the voice as all blood rushes to your face. “Azriel.”

“Y/n.” He mutters. Voice deep and gravely and utterly mind numbing.

You don’t say more. Eyes locked on those of the male who lounges gracefully in the large arm chair by the fire. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide in a way you only see in a male who’s starved. His hair is messed, nothing like it had been during your interactions earlier in the night. It looked like his hand had run through it a few too many times, causing the dark strands to mislay. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t remind you of freshly fucked hair.

Your eyes drifted down, landing on the mouth that was curved into a knowing smirk. Further, down to his chest—his bare chest. More heat pooled between your legs and you made sure to keep a tight grip on the glamour that prevented him from scenting it.

His legs that were kicked up on the table before him caused his gray trousers to hang dangerously low on his hips, though his v-line was unfortunately out of sight because of the book on his the lap.

The book. Your book. You felt the points of your ears redden.

Taking a few more step into the sitting area, you get a closer look at Azriel, who’s gaze rises to stay locked on your eyes the more you approach. “What are you doing?” You manage to voice. Cursing yourself at how breathy and desperate it sounds.

“I like to read before bed,” His smirk widens. “I find that it helps me sleep better.”

You hum, unconvinced. “I highly doubt that my novels are the kind that can put a person to sleep.” You boldly take a seat on the coffee table so that you’re facing him at eye level.

He kicks his feet off the table to make room for you to sit. Opting to sit up fully, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. The two of you are much closer now, and you’re able to see the ring of gold framing his blown out pupils.

“Maybe not,” he shrugs, looking away. “But it sure does set up for some activities that do.” His eyes snap back to yours to gage your reaction to his comment, expecting you to blush or stutter in response.

You do neither, much to his satisfaction.

You throw your head back in laughter and Azriel swears it’s the most extraordinary thing he has ever seen. “That is precisely the goal of my writing.” You smile wide.

“I’m impressed.” He smiles in return, eyes making their way back to the page he was on. “Are your little—what does Nesta call them? Smutty scenes?—based off of personal experience? Or are they all just fantasies?”

That, however, does make you choke a bit. You cough and then smile sheepishly at him. “No one’s ever asked me that before.”

He glances back up. “Please don’t answer if you don’t feel comfortably.” Though, he really hopes you do. He doesn’t like the thought that another male has affected you in ways that are described descriptively in the book.

“Oh no no, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all!” You move to grab the book he’s holding so you can reference what scene he’s reading. You blush once you see the exact book he’s chosen. “The short answer is no. They aren’t personal experiences.”

You aren’t able to look at him now that you know the book he had chosen and the scene he had read.

“And the long answer?” He asks curiously. Relieved to hear that you hadn’t been the princess in the novel that was tied up and fucked by 4 of the prisoners kept in your father’s prison. But—per the scene in the novel—if you wanted to be forced to orgasm so many times that you passed out from the pleasure then he would be first to volunteer.

“My magic isn’t like traditional winter court magic,” You begin and Azriel stares deeply into your eyes. “I’m able to feel emotions and make others feel them as well.”

“Like an empath?” Azriel offers. He’d never met one of those before as their powers were often kept hidden since they were so sought after.

“In a way, yes. Except I’m able to feel emotions on a much deeper level than that.” You try to explain, but it’s hard to do so without the other person feeling it.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Azriel’s brows furrow.

“Can I show you?” You hold your breath. Azriel nods. You release it. “It’s rather intimate.” You supply, giving him another chance to back out.

“Good.” You eyes flick to his and your cheeks warm.

Good? Does he feel the same attraction that you feel?

You smile lightly and reach out to grab his hands. He instantly takes yours in return, warmth traveling through his whole bodily at the feeling of your skin on his.

“I’m going to read your emotions and tell you what I feel, okay?” You squeeze his hands and he nods in response.

You close your eyes and reach in to the well of power at your core. Feeling your power extend outwards to the male in front of you.

The first thing you feel instantly has you gasping and pressing your thighs together.

“What?” Azriel presses. “What do you feel?”

“Desire.” You choke out. Azriel rips his hands from yours.

Raw, heavily, hungry desire. Pulsing through every bone in your body. You have to calm and situate yourself before opening your eyes again.

“I am so sorry, Y/n.” Wait, what?

Azriel is starring at you when your eyes meet his again. Guilt plaguing his features. “I thought by emotions you meant joy, anger, sadness, emotions like those—”

“Az—” you start.

“—not desire.” He finished his sentence. “I feel like I’ve taken advantage of you.” His tone drops, you can feel the waves of guilt and shame coming off of him.

“Azriel.” You grab his hands back and force him to look at you. “I promise you did not take advantage of me, it’d be rather hypocritical of me to think that.” You smirk lightly and his confusion hits you next.

“I can make others feel my feelings too, remember?” He nods. You keep your eyes open this time as you release your power. Instead of feeling his emotions, you push you own feelings onto him. Desire.

Azriel groans and his eyes flutter shut. “Y/n.” He whispers.

“I’m right here, love.” You respond as your thumb strokes his hand. “Do you want to know the deeper part of my power?”

“Please.”

You push your power deeper. The thing about your magic is that you can create the physical feelings of emotions. So rather than a general feeling of desire in the mind, you can make someone feel it in the body. “This is what I’m feeling,” you whisper as your magic hits him.

He lets out an opened mouth groan as he closes his eyes and his head hits the back of the chair. He can feel the ache between your legs as if it was his own. His balls tighten and his dick hardens as a result. All of a sudden you’re being hoisted off the coffee table and placed on Azriel’s lap.

“What are you doing to me?” He looks into your eyes as you lower your body onto his lap, onto his clothed hardness. His hands squeeze your hips as he fights not to rock you back and forth.

“I’m not doing anything anymore,” You whisper against his lips, “everything you’re feeling now is your own.”

His lips crash against yours as his hips drive up to meet your core. You whimper as you kiss him back. Desperation clawing at the both of you. Your hands run through his hair and scratch at his scalp, eliciting a dirty sound from the back of his throat.

You pull away to meet his eyes and as you do a promenant snap fills your chest. Love and desire blossom throughout your whole body in a way you’ve never felt before—in a way that has nothing to do with your magic. Bringing your hand up to his forehead you brush away the strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “Do you feel that?” You whisper with a wide smile. One that he returns in utter astonishment.

“My mate.” He murmurs, tears of happiness gathering along his water line, “My perfect mate.”

He cups your face and stares at you with such love and adoration that you have a hard time breathing steadily. His lips meet yours softly in a way the exudes love. Much unlike the desire that was burning only moments ago.

And so you stay like that. Sat upon his lap gazing into each others eyes as you talk about anything and everything. As your eyes begin to grow heavy, Azriel lifts you up and carries to his own bedroom.

Much like the bed in your room, Azriel’s bed is far too big for one person. But when Azriel lays you down and crawls under the covers with you, arms and wings wrapped around you like a protective cocoon, you think about how perfect of a fit it is.

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Lost Star (Part 5)

Azriel x Rhysand!Sister Reader

Summary: Rhys’s mother and sister, Y/n, were kidnapped and murdered by Tamlin’s family centuries ago. Everyone mourned their deaths but especially Azriel. His mate’s death had changed him and he was never truly the same, he still held onto the hope that you were still alive. Turns out he was right.

Warnings: None really, just a tad bit of angst

Notes: Hi all it’s been a bit… only 1 year and 5 months since the last part! Forgive any typos this was a spur of the moment decision. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Azriel insisted on carrying you yet again. You knew that if you pushed hard enough he would allow you to winnow the both of you, but it had been a long and cruel 2 centuries without each other. So you let him cradle you close to him, your head against his shoulder and your hand against his heart.

The steady rythmique pattern was reassuring. Each beat was calm and steady, and the rise and fall of his chest felt secure. You were safe.

You were safe.

You kept repeating it in your head, worries of the unknown faded in and out of your conscious, usually gone when in the presence of your mate, but still there none the less.

I mean, the unknown is what had gotten you trapped in the first place, how could you ever be sure of anything ever again?

As if sensing your racing thoughts, Azriel tilts his head and places a kiss on your forehead, once again chasing away the worry.

“I love you.” You whisper, looking up at him through innocent eyes.

“I love you, little star.”

That was all that could be said before he was landing on the steps of the radiant palace of day. Guards on pegasus’s lined the area, watching the both of you with calculating eyes, but making no move to stop you.

You began to notice everything immediately. Your talent of observation shooting out and picking up on every detail.

The subtle raise of the head guards brows before he schooled his faced once again. He recognized you from before.

The guard above on the balcony turning to leave the second Azriel’s presence was registered. To notify Helion.

The uneasy glances between some of the guards. They could feel the power radiating from you and Az.

The guard opened the large double doors, signaling your approved entrance. An alliance, seems like your brother was doing a rather good job at being high lord.

Azriel rested a hand on your lower back as you both began to ascend the steps towards the entrance.

The grand entrance was certainly grand, you thought humorously. Helion sure had a knack for gold and extravagances.

Walking along the hallway, you took note of all the many statues and paintings decorating the wall, but you stopped short in front of one of them.

It was a large painting, taking up the entirely of the area in its section. Framed in thick gold swirls, it was set in a garden, one of the royal ones behind this very palace. A gazebo in the background covered in climbing wisteria vines in full bloom, and a table set for tea. The foreground, however, had a simple white bench. But atop that bench was as a young woman lying horizontal across it, one leg was bent while the other lay resting straight beside it. One arm was resting on her stomach while the other was holding an open book in the air above her to shade her eyes from the sun.

And she was laughing. A stomach laugh. One that causes all of the muscles in your body to tense up. One that hits you so hard your eyes are squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners. One where your smile is so wide that every single tooth is on display and your face is hurting from the strain.

You smiled lightly as you gazed up the piece of artwork. “That’s me.” tears sprung to your eyes as you recalled the moment. It was a day you have travelled to the day court alone. Meeting with Helion on urgent business, your book club date. You used the word ‘date’ loosely, he had been one of your closest friends, never crossing that boundary out of respect for the mate that stood by your side.

“It is.” Azriel replies with a smile as he gazes at the canvas version of you. “I stared at it for hours the first time I saw it after he had had it made.”

“When?” Your curiosity showed.

“Had been nearly 5 years after you were gone.” He struggled out. “Helion and Rhys worked together. Rhys took the memory from Helion and showed it to the artist, who recreated it.” Azriel reached out and ran a finger along the side of your face. “Though it never really did your beauty full justice, no matter how hard the artist it was never perfect.”

He leaned down and kissed you softly. Before you could reciprocate it, a loud bang was heard from the grand dining room, where the meeting was being held.

You pulled away and grinned slyly at your mate.

“Stop it, I don’t like that look,” He remarked playfully. “What are you planning.”

“Are you ready for our grand entrance, Azzy?”

“I don’t think I’m ever ready when you cause trouble, little star.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before pulling away and squaring his shoulders. “Alright, y/n, lead the way.”

“Oh no no no, my love, walking straight through the door is never grand enough.” You twirled around and looked at the glass doors out to a balcony. “You go on in Az, pretend you never saw me. Rhys can do a little bit of worrying, just ignore him I won’t be long.”

With a nod Az turned to do as you told him, knowing that you were strong and capable, and you deserved to have a little fun after what you had been through, not that he’d have been able to change your mind anyway. It was easier for him to just let whatever you wanted to happen happen.

Azriel walked to the doors leaded into the grand dining room. They were closed with 2 guards standing on either side to prevent outsiders from entering.

As the guards prepared to open the door to allow him in, he turned back to see where y/n was standing only to see that she was no longer there. Only, the once closed door to the balcony was now ajar, and the curtains were blowing in the wind.

As the doors were pushed open. The chatter in the room ceased as everyone swiveled their heads to see who had entered in the middle of meeting between the most powerful fae in prythian.

“Ah, Shadowsinger!” Helion stood from his place at the head of the table and walked over to where he had just walked in. “Lovely that you could make it.” He held his hand out for Azriel to shake and his took it firmly out of respect.

A simple head nod was all Helion received before Azriel made his way towards His place beside Cassian, standing behind where his high lord and high lady were seated.

He was slightly grateful for the seating arrangement, for it ensured that Rhys could not look at him with questioning eyes. He could feel the scratching talons along his mental shields, but he only let them in long enough to say ‘not now’ , and shutting his shield down and locking the talons out.

He could see Rhys tense in his chair, knowing that he had taken his shortness for bad news. That thought was justified when he saw Feyre lay her hand on his beneath the table for support. He hated having to do this to his high lord, but it was what y/n wanted, and she would always be above anyone else.

Breaking everyone’s attention off Azriel, Tamlin cuts in, “Looks like your dog did heel after all, didn’t he, Rhysand?”

“Cut the crap, Tamlin, do you have to start shit every year?” Feyre snaps before anyone else gets the chance to respond.

“Now,” Helions voice cuts in before more comments can be made. “We are here to discuss politics, not your dramatics, Tamlin.” He walks around the table, opting to grab a drink from the bar rather than taking his seat once again at the head of the table.

“Truly, Tamlin, do you have anything better to do than make every else’s life miserable to be around you.” Bingo. There she was. The commanding purr of her voice sent shivers down everyone’s spine. The infamous night princess who had been dead for centuries was suddenly sat before them all at the head of the table.

Azriel takes a deep breath to hide his smirk and he looks proudly at his mate, who sat tall and confident it the large chair, where Helion once sat.

Her braid was pulled over one shoulder and her wings were neatly tucked behind her back, the epitome of grace and power.

If Azriel had once thought the room was silent he sure was wrong before. The buzz of magic and terror filled the room as each notable person in prythian set eyes on the long lost princess of the night court. Who was supposed to be dead.

She stood suddenly, the chair screeching backwards at the force. Everyone but the night court flinched at the sound of her hands slamming against the ornate table. “Cat got your tongue, Tamlin?” She spewed evilly. The high lords grew incredibly still and y/n glided away from the chair that she had magically appeared in, making her way to walk around the table teasingly.

Each and every person in the room was on the edge of their seats, afraid that if they moved the temper of her would find itself at their mercy. The only 2 people who were more powerful than the high lords in prythian were in the same room at the same time for the first time in centuries. The night court son and daughter had always been a force to be reckoned with. But once y/n had disappeared, so did a piece of the their fear.

Seems they got it back.

“You’re dead!” Beron. The first to break the silence and the first to regret his choice as Y/n’s head whips in his direction.

“Am I?” She unsheathes two knives in the blink of an eye, and in another, they’re flying across the table at the same table and embedding themselves into Beron’s hands. Pinning them face down on the wooden table

That seems to break the silence.

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Lost Star (Part 4)

Azriel x Rhysand!Sister Reader

Summary: Rhys’s mother and sister, Y/n, were kidnapped and murdered by Tamlin’s family centuries ago. Everyone mourned their deaths but especially Azriel. His mate’s death had changed him and he was never truly the same, he still held onto the hope that you were still alive. Turns out he was right.

Warnings: little bathtub smut

Notes: More parts to come and definitely not edited or proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Your eyes were closed as you welcomed the feeling of wind on your face after centuries of nothing. Your chin was tilted back and you could hear the beating of Azriel’s wings, and feel his strong, warm arms wrapped around your too thin body.

He knew that you weren’t healthy. The toned muscles that you did have were hardly fed enough nutrients to maintain themselves. Your skin was dull and pale from years of not seeing the sun. Your eyes were ringed with the evidence of sleepless nights and your hair was tangled and long. A corpse, is what you looked like. The only assurance to Azriel that you weren’t dead in his arms was the light hum of the mating bond, and the steady beat of your pulse against where his arms were tucking you to his body.

Azriel winnowed halfway to velaris and then flew the rest of the way. You offered to winnow the other half but Azriel shut the idea down. Centuries of powerlessness was his excuse. But you knew he just wanted to keep you close to him.

It was strange. You felt normal, exactly how you had before being trapped in the prison. You felt in tune with your magic, and you muscles felt as strong and agile as they once had; even though they didn’t look like it.

As you broke through the protective barrier around velaris you felt an overwhelming rush of nostalgia take over you. The feelings and memories, good and bad, brought tears to your eyes. Oh how you had missed it.

You opened you eyes and peered up at Azriel; who was looking straight ahead with an expression of content. You reached up to touch his forehead gently.

“You have frown lines.” You whispered menacingly, followed by a giggle.

A huge smile broke out on Azriel’s face and he laughed before looking down at you in his arms. “A few hours I’ve been reunited with you and you’ve already started the teasing.”

You smile cheekily and pull your self up to press a kiss to his cheek. He greedily leans in and hugs you tighter. “I love you so much, Azzy.”

“Gods, Y/n, you have no fucking idea.” He looked at you like your were his lifeline, his only purpose for being alive. Because you were.

“Is Rhysie still at the high lord meeting?” You asked him as he landing on the balcony of the house of wind.

“Yes.” He nodded, “Everyone is there, they need to stay overnight.” He looks at you sympathetically because he knows how much you want to see everyone.

“Can we go? Please?” You turned to him and then wrapped you arms around his neck. His arms instantly circled your waist and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t know, love, you haven’t used your magic in centuries. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You knew it was a logical thought, but you couldn’t stand being away any longer. And oh how you would kill to see the face of Tamlin when you walked it alive and well.

“I can do it, Az, I promise.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes and although he look like he might agree he still needs a little pushing. “I can prove it to you.”

He sighs, thinking for a moment before his eyes roll a bit, the tell tale sign that you had won. “Yes!” You pull away from him and do a little spin and feet taps. You always used to do it when you got your way, Azriel was thinking.

“Ok, love.” He taps your ass playfully as he ushered you inside. “Up to our room, bathe, change, and we’ll go up to the training arena and you can try and prove yourself to me.”

You laughed and pulled him along to your bedroom. But then you stopped. Looking around, everything was the same, yet so different. There was new art on the walls. A family photo above the mantel with the whole inner circle plus 3 new females.

You walk up to it. Your eyes swell up with tears and you gaze upon the portrait. Rhys was embracing a beautiful female. Cassian as well, then there was a 3rd beautiful female on the opposite side of the women next to Cassian. Azriel was there too, but there was an empty space between him and Rhysand.

“Azzy?” You called to him and he came and stood beside you. “Did both Rhysie and Cass, find their mates?” Your eyes had flooded now.

“They did,” he nodded wiping your tears, “That’s Feyre and Nesta, the 3rd girl is Elain.”

“Will I meet them?” You sniffled softly, not able to take your eyes off the picture.

“Of course you will, my little star.” He moves to stand behind you, wrap his arms around you, and place his chin on your shoulder.

“Why are you standing away from Rhys? Are you guys fighting?” You ask curiously, scared of the possibility that your 2 favorite people no longer get along.

“No, my love, that’s your place.” You gasp and spin to face him.

“What?” You whisper weakly as the tears free fall.

“Feyre painted that picture with you in mind, to honor you.” He smiles down softly at you. Cupping you face as he thumbs away your tears.

He pulls you away from the mantle and you continue to your bedroom. He doesn’t let you stop to look around because he knows you’ll complain later about not getting to the high lord meeting fast enough.

Azriel ushers you into the already steaming bath. Courtesy of the house. He helps you removed your tattered clothes and lower yourself into the bath.

When he prepared to wash your body he prepared himself for the worse. For when he would wash your back he would see the stumps of where Tamlin’s father cut your wings from you body. But when you turned around, and when you moved your hair over to one shoulder, there were no stumps, just smooth shoulder blades.

“Y/n,” It was Azriel’s turn to tear up, You turned to face him, confused. “They didn’t get you wings?”

You gave him a bashful smile and shook your head no. You turned your back to face him and drew up your magic to summon your wings. When they appeared the familiar weight of them instantly made you feel whole again. Spreading them wide you turned your head to look back at Azriel who was awestruck in disbelief.

“My beautiful star,” he said quietly as he walked up to your wings, running a hand over the base of one. You shivered in pleasure, nipples tightening and legs clenching. “Oops.” Azriel feigned innocence as he did the same to the other wing. That time you let out a soft moan and threw your head back to look up at him.

He looked at you slyly before leaning down to kiss you softly. “You have your wings, baby.”

“I have my wings.” You replied with a smile as he pulled away and shucked off his clothes. He nudged you forward and stepped into the bath and sat down behind you. You leaned back against him. “Are you going to finish what you started.” You look up at him accusingly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, little star.” He grinned.

Without your knowledge he slyly positioned one hand near the base of your wing and the other right above your pussy under the water. You were too distracted to noticed where his hands were, so when each hand touched base on each of your most sensitive places at once, your head slammed back against his chest, eyes closing and mouth falling open with a loud moan. Your back arched and you grinder into his hand as his long fingers rubbed circles against your clit. The hand on your wing playing knowingly against your favorite spot. He chuckled at the pleasure on your face and immediately hardened against your back.

“Azzy,” you whimpered with need, reaching one hand up and back into his hair and the other reaching behind to stroke his hard dick.

“What do you need, baby?” He whispered into your ear, “Do you need me to make you come so hard you see stars?” Overcome with pleasure all you could do was nod and moan.

He rubbed his fingers faster against your core. You legs threatened to close but he held them open with his own. The hand on your wing continued its gentle stroking as you writhed in his arms.

You were mindlessly stroking his dick, occasionally running a finger over the pulsing tip. But when Azriel sunk two fingers into your entrance you felt a wave of pleasure that caused you to squeeze his dick, hard.

“Fuck baby!” Aziel cursed as his finger pushed hard against a spot on your wing, causing your orgasm to hit you hard and fast.

It hit you so hard that you were unable suck air into your lungs. So hard that you were unable to make a sound. So hard that stars appear before your eyes and all you could do was spasm as Azriel held you.

“That’s it, Y/n, good girl.” Az worked you through your orgasm, whispering encouragements and sweet nothings. Things that you never thought you would experience again.

“Fuck me, Azzy.” You pleaded, wanting more from your mate.

“When I fuck you again, Y/n, we’re going to need far more time than what we have now. I’m going to fuck you slow and hard, baby, all night long.” Azriel pulled his fingers out of your cunt. His orgasm had been triggered by watching the pleasure on your face, the pleasure he had caused.

His words made your core clench and want more, but you knew he was right, you needed to see the others.

You both finished bathing and he brushed your long hair. It was so long and thick after centuries of doing nothing to it. Az braided it for you and swept it over one shoulder, watching you through the mirror. Your purple eyes shown wide and lovingly at him. Smiling, you tugged on your side of the bond and smiled wider when he did it in turn.

He chose you a dark blue silk gown, slits in either side as to not prevent movement, and off the shoulder chiffon sleeves. He kneeled in front of you to attach a dagger to each thigh. Each sheath poking out of the slits every step. A warning. You felt your magic at the tips of your fingers and was ready to show Az just how capable you are.

You both went to the training arena. “Okay, little star, are you ready?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, Az.”

“Okay let’s see it.” He gestures to the weapons first. You picked 10 throwing knives and threw them and the target. You threw them precisely, creating a circle of the them out the outer most ring.

Azriel nodded approvingly. Next was archery, the dual swords, then long sword, then hand to hand combat. You passed with flying colors, not to mention you were in a gown and heels.

Finally was magic. Azriel looked worried as you stood before him. When you were learning how to control your magic there were several fatal accidents. Your power was unpredictable without control.

You focused on Azriel. Focused on drawing his energy from his siphons. Moments later, shadows flew up into the air around you, but it wasn’t Azriel, no, this was your doing. You positioned the shadows into the form of a dragon and it flew above the both of your heads. You grin triumphantly. You released your hold on the energy and the shadows dispersed. Azriel was grinning proudly as well.

“Told you I could do it.” You skipped over and he picked you up and spun you around.

“Yeah, Yeah, you’ve proved yourself. We can go.” Azriel agreed causing you to giggle and do your signature happy dance.

“Great! Let’s go now.” You say and holding out your hand to winnow.

“Alright, little star, let’s go to the Day Court.”

[foxglovebells]

Lost Star (Part 3)

Azriel x Rhysand!Sister Reader

Summary: Rhys’s mother and sister, Y/n, were kidnapped and murdered by Tamlin’s family centuries ago. Everyone mourned their deaths but especially Azriel. His mate’s death had changed him and he was never truly the same, he still held onto the hope that you were still alive. Turns out he was right.

Warnings: None

Notes: More parts to come. Also this isn’t edited.

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Azriel scoured over everything he could find to prepare himself for this mission. He found every single piece of information he could on this ancient metal. He scoured over blue prints of spring, the ones that dated back early enough to include the magic shelter the inner circle believed you were being kept in.

It was difficult for him to wait, but he knew the delayed gratification would be worth it when he held his mate in his arms again.

“Az,” Rhys poked his head into the living room; which had been covered in books and papers from Azriel’s studies.

He lifted his head up from where he was scanning over the paper with all the important details he had gathered from these past few days. “Yes?”

“Are you ready?” Rhysand asked him genuinely. He stepped over to his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder as a comforting gesture.

“I don’t know.” Azriel looked up to the brother of his mate with emotion clouding his eyes. “What if she’s not there. What if we got our hopes up for nothing.”

Rhys’s heart broke for his brother at the vulnerability in his eyes. “I know, but I have a feeling about this.”

Azriel had some doubts, but he didn’t want to think too hard into it.

He takes a deep breath and rises to his full height, shaking out his cramped wings in the process.

“We’re going to get her back, Az.” Rhys looked him directly in the eyes.

“We’re going to get her back.”

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You hum softly to yourself as you pace around your cramped quarters. Something had you on edge, you don’t know if it’s the good kind or the bad kind.

You hadn’t been able to get anymore magic past the barriers since that day you had asked the human girl for help. Years had past since then.

You stopped pacing and instead opted to walk over to tiny kitchenette that consisted of a sink, stove, kettle, and pantry that magically restocked itself. Of course, the only thing that was in it was some slop that you knew had just enough nutrition to keep you alive.

You poured a small mug of hot water in hopes to minimize the chill in your bones. Though, no matter how much hot water you consumed you were still always cold.

You walked over to your small cot and curled up, the blanket a useless lump on the frigid floors. You leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes, trying to drift off to a land of happiness. One where you were happy with your mate and your family, one where you were never trapped in the metal prison.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you mourned the loss of what your could have had. What you wanted so badly.

Just then you heard a hum, a magical hum. You knew for sure that you weren’t using magic. So where was the hum coming from? You no longer allowed anything to raise your hopes, because each time you did, it hurt more and more when they came crashing down.

You felt your chest tighten all of a sudden. You nearly vomited from the feeling. Snapping your eyes open and dropping the ceramic mug in shock. You stood up as tears welled in your eyes.

So you sat and closed your eyes again. Ignoring the hum and holding on to the new wave of hope.

The mating bond

You felt it. For the first time in 2 centuries you could feel your other half. And he was here, he was trying to get you out.

You hesitantly pulled on the string that was once again aglow. You waited a moment and then you felt a tug back. Oh thank the cauldron!

The humming became louder and louder until suddenly and outline the shape of a door appeared on the wall furthest from you. You stood deathly still, waiting for the door to open and to see if it truly was your mate on the other side coming to rescue you.

In the case that it wasn’t, you grabbed a shard of broken mug from the ground and stood and waited.

After the longest minute of your life the door slowly pushed open.

At first, all you saw was dark shadows in a frenzy. They exploded into the room and searched every nook and cranny. But once the shadows thinned, you came face to face with the one person you had thought you would never see again.

“Azriel.”

A choked noise escaped your mate’s throat as he gazed upon you. He covered the distance between the two of you in 2 long strides but didn’t yet touch you.

“Y/n, my little star.” He gazed upon you like you would disappear again.

A sob left your mouth and then finally did he gather you up into his arms and hold you to him like you would disappear again if he stopped.

His nose was buried in your neck as he took in the scent of you that he had missed for so long. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping your body pressed tight against his, the other was cradling your head, so, so gently.

His could feel tears leaking out of his eyes, and feel your tears falling against the bare skin of his neck. Your hands were running through his soft hair like they once did whenever he needed comfort. It was a bit shorter now. Still long, but not unruly and unkept like it once had been.

“Please, get me out Azzy, I can’t be here anymore.” You whispered painfully against his neck.

He took immediate action and winnowed out of the long time prison. As soon as you reached the outside air you felt an immense relief. Your magic had returned to you, rushing back into your body as if too had missed you. The bond was as strong as ever. You were free.

You pushed against Azriel’s chest, he reluctantly let you go. But still kept the arm wrapped around your waist firmly in place and moved the hand cradling your head to rest softly on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tears.

You placed the both of your hands on either side of his face. Looking over every old scar your remembered and every new scar you didn’t. His eyes were so sad. It made another wave of tears gather in your eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper, trying to meet his eyes through the tears.

“I know, love, I know, all that matters is that you came back to me.” He smiles so gently at you. “You’re safe now.”

And for the first time in 2 centuries a smile lifts on your face too.

You continue to hold his head in your hands and you leans forward to press a gentle kiss to his right cheek, then his left, then the new scar on his forehead that you didn’t recognize, then his nose, and his chin, then to the corner of his mouth, and finally pulling away you looked him in the eye one last time before you leaned in and press your lips against his.

You both sighed in relief. You kiss each other gently, savoring the returned feeling. Never crossing any other boundaries. Just being there with each other.

When you pulled away he rests his forehead against yours and you both close your eyes. “Let’s go home now, okay?” Azriel said quietly.

You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, he lifts you into a comfortable position and shoots into the sky.

After 2 centuries, 18 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days, you finally going home.

[foxglovebells]

Lost Star (Part 2)

Azriel x Reader!Sister Reader

Summary: Rhys’s mother and sister, Y/n, were kidnapped and murdered by Tamlin’s family centuries ago. Everyone mourned their deaths but especially Azriel. His mate’s death had changed him and he was never truly the same, he still held onto the hope that you were still alive. Turns out he was right.

Warnings: Trauma

Notes: This ones a bit shorter, but I wanted to put out Y/n’s POV separately. Also ignore any typos😅Enjoy:)

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The room was cold. That’s the first thing you thought of every morning before every single memory leading up to that very moment rushed back to you. Lingering between dreamland and reality was the only peace you were offered.

The room wasn’t large by any means, but it wasn’t the usual cramped space that a cell normally would be.

It had a bed shoved into the corner of the metal chamber. The cold from the walls radiated throughout the entire room, not even the small stove on the opposite wall could warm it.

The room was similar to a studio apartment. There was a bed and a kitchen. A bathroom the size of a closet with a shower that hardly had enough room to turn around it, let alone produce any hot water.

If you hadn’t been able to magic your wings away before you were trapped in the magic less cell, you wouldn’t have been able to fit in your bed, and definitely not the tiny bathroom and shower.

There was a single blanket, thinned and filled with holes after centuries of use. A book shelf was there as well, filled with ancient texts that had been placed there by generations of spring court high lords.

You had read each one front to back, hundreds of times, memorizing the words on each page as if they were permanently ingrained into your mind. One book it particular had ancient spell magic, used by witches before they had been wiped out.

So you studied it, it was your only reprieve. That and training your body to exhaustion so that you could pass out and fall asleep, sleeping passed time much quicker. You sat and practiced the magic, trying desperately to break though the magic binding walls. You could feel it humming within the room, but never seeping out.

For years you tried, you tried astral projection, meditation, astrological magic—which was ironic considering how far beneath the surface you were. You tried strumming the string of your mate bond. Attempting to reach out for him, because the box blocked even soul magic.

You not only tried magic, but also force. You tried to find a door, nothing. A crack even, indicating a hidden exit. You tore off the carpeting. Moved the furniture, tapped every object for at least a hint of the exit, but you came across blank every time.

So many times you wanted to just give up. He’s forgotten you. It’s been too long. He’s moved on. I just want him to be happy. The repetition of thought clouded your brain. Should I just give up now?

That mindset never lasted for long though. By the next morning you were back to trying. Even if your mate moved on, you wanted to see him happy one last time. You wanted to see your brother, had he finally found his mate? Had Cassian?

The thoughts of your friends encouraged you to try harder. One day, you had a breakthrough.

It was just a simple hum of magic, hardly anything. But to you it was the biggest piece of hope. Because the hum wasn’t coming from your magic attempts inside the box like normal. No, it was coming from the outside, you could feel magic from outside the box.

So you ran with it. You conjured the words of the spell in your mind as you lay on your bed.

“sicut me somnus vincit, spiritus surripiant me, surgam et appaream in mente alicujus prope.”

You repeated it over, and over, and over, and over again. Until you feel your mind drifting, falling into a slumber.

And then suddenly you’re looking through someone else’s eyes as they walk down a hallway. The spring manor hallway.

“Help me!” You bang against her mind

“Help me!” Again.

“Help me!” You push your magic harder to get through the walls of magic confined by the metal.

And then you’re no longer looking through her, you’re looking at her. You’re begging her, telling her to help you. The girl is human. How can a human help you?

You don’t question it for longer than a second, someone knowing is better than no one. But you feel the magic inside you fading. Turns out it takes a lot of power to get through a box made to contain powerful magic.

You panic and try harder to stay. When you realize you won’t succeed you try to say one last thing, “I’m in the—”

“—back estate.” But you were awake now. And your message hadn’t been delivered.

“The back estate! Through the trees, behind the manor! Down the stairs, beneath the basement!” Your voice cracks as you scream, tears pour down your face, you bang your hands against the metal walls until they’re bloody, as if somehow she would be able to hear you.”

“Help me, help me, help me.” You keep repeating as you curl into a ball and sob, rocking yourself back and forth, trying to imagine Az’s arms around yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he sends love and reassurance down the bond. The bond that is gone, the bond that you can’t feel anymore.

And so you cry yourself to sleep on the floor. You don’t get up the rest of the day, or the day after that, or the one after that. The last of your fight is gone. Centuries you had spent trying to get someone to help you. If someone didn’t know by now, they probably wouldn’t know ever.

[foxglovebells]

Lost Star

Azriel x Rhysand!Sister Reader

Summary: Rhys’s mother and sister, Y/n, were kidnapped and murdered by Tamlin’s family centuries ago. Everyone mourned their deaths but especially Azriel. His mate’s death had changed him and he was never truly the same, he still held onto the hope that you were still alive. Turns out he was right.

Warnings: Slight mentions of torture/blood/violence

Notes: This doesn’t follow the plot of Acotar exactly, many small details are also changed. This will be the part 1 of I don’t know how long of a series yet. Ignore any typos 😬 Enjoy:)

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Azriel had seen and experienced a lot of violence in his life. He had felt so much pain and suffering. His wings had been shredded on multiple occasions. He had been held in a dungeon and tortured for days. He had come to deaths door step more times than he can count.

But nothing, nothing, compared to the pain of feeling his mating bond with you break. The pain of his heart collapsing as yours stopped beating. The feeling of his soul shredding and his humanity being ripped away from him. You were his everything, and you been taken from him.

Your death was the first time he had cried in centuries. Azriel and Rhys cried together, for the loss of the person they both loved the most in this world. Your beautiful soul too pure for this corrupt world.

Since that day Azriel has been in denial. He felt the bond break, he felt you die. But somehow he still felt a whisper, a small shadow of the bond still remained. The beautiful golden string gone, but as if it still lingered. Perhaps it was his minds way of coping, of giving him hope that you were still out there.

When he has told Rhys of this, he had shut him down. “You’re in denial, brother, I know it’s difficult to process, but we both felt her die, we both felt her heart stop. She’s gone.” Rhys wrapped Azriel in his arms as he cried again, and again, and one day he just stopped. Stopped feeling.

Over the decade he’s started to heal, he’s started to let himself live again, rather than burying himself in him work. But even as he did begin to heal, the whisper of your bond still never went away. His shadows were always restless when he thought of you. It was as if they were telling him that something wasn’t as it seemed. Azriel ignored them though, they mourned the loss of the bond just as much as he did.

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The first time Azriel met Feyre and had heard that she was Tamlin’s bride he wanted to throw up. How could someone love the monster that took away his soul.

But Rhys had told him of their mating bond, and Azriel was happy for him, he was happy that Rhys would finally get to experience the greatest joy in the world. If he couldn’t be happy, he was glad that at least his brother could be.

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“Rhys?” Feyre asked one day while they were in bed.

“Yes, darling.” He unconsciously stroked her hair.

“Who is the girl in the picture?” She asked gently while staring at the painting he had of his family hanging above the mantle. It was a painting from before he had started his high lord duties. He was still young in that picture, maybe around 16. Your mother stood behind him from where he sat on a stool, one hand was on one shoulder and the other was placed atop his father’s hand on the other. His father was standing as well, he had you propped up on one of his hips as you laid your head on his shoulder with an innocent smile. Your hair was long and black and your eyes were the same violet as Rhys’s.

He froze, his hand stilled over Feyre hair as he decided how to approach the topic. His hesitance caused Feyre to quickly tell him, “You don’t have to talk about it, I’m sorry for asking.”

“No, darling, that’s all right.” He took a deep breath. “That’s my younger sister, Y/n, Tamlin’s father murdered her and my mother a long time ago.”

“You said your father was a cruel man, he looks so happy in that.”

“He had a soft spot for Y/n, she was a daddy’s girl and could do no wrong.” He smiled fondly at the memory. “Whenever my dad was in one of his nasty moods or would push me too hard, all Y/n has to do was flash her innocent little smile at him and he would drop everything for her. I was envious of her at times, but also thankful.”

“I wish I could’ve met her.” Feyre says and looks into his eyes. She sends love and adoration down the bond and he kisses her gently in response.

“Her death hit Azriel harder than anyone.” Rhys continued.

“Harder than even you?”

Rhys nodded his head solemnly, “They were mated.”

Feyre pulls away and gasps. “They were.” Her eyes full with empathetic tears for Azriel. She knew first hand exactly what it felt like to feel the break of a mating bond. Luckily, she didn’t have to deal with it for a centuries. She couldn’t even imagine how Azriel felt, how he still feels.

“Is that why he’s so closed off.” Feyre asks as she settles back into Rhys.

“Partially, a little bit it just because that’s how he is, but it’s mostly because of her death.” He tries not to think to much about her death because it still brings him so much pain. “Feyre, Darling.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you ask now? You’ve seen that painting so many times.” Rhys asks curiously while looking at her.

“If I had known I would tell you sooner.” Feyre starts.

“Tell me what?”

“She used to appear in my dreams every night when I was in spring. I didn’t even realize it was the same girl until a couple days ago.” Feyre tells him.

“Your dreams? Will you let me see.” Rhys asks, a little bit unsure. Feyre nods and closes her eyes, trying to conjure a memory of one of the dreams.

Feyre was walking through the halls, the image hazy because it was a dream. Everything was silent except for the a banging coming from the floor.

“Help me” it was quiet the first time.

“Help me” it was louder now.

“Help me” louder, urgent.

“Help, help, help.” Pleading, begging, crying.

And then you appeared like a ghost. Your dress was bloody and ripped, the same one you’d been wearing the day you were killed. Your hair was in a matted braid and your eyes were dull and bloodshot. You were bony and deathly looking, your cheek bones were too sharp and you’re eyes too sunken.

“Help me, I’m in the—“

And then it was over, Feyre had woken up.

When Feyre opened her eyes she hadn’t expected to see tears cascading down Rhys’s face. “Oh baby, I’m sorry.”

“Feyre, this is going to sound crazy, but I think that she’s alive.” Rhys looks into her eyes and she wipes away her tears.

“I believe you.”

“I need to talk to Azriel.” He sits up and looks at her apologetically.

“Of course you do. I wouldn’t expect anything else.” He graciously pressed a kiss to her mouth before pulling on pants and rushing out of the room.

Cass, Az, Mor, Amren, office now. It’s urgent.

Rhys waits restlessly in his office leaning over a floorpan map of the spring court manor. Azriel and Cassian walk in together, both sweaty and dirty from training. Mor and Amren follow second later.

“What so urgent?” Amren breaks the silence as everyone waits for Rhys to start talking.

He doesn’t respond just yet. He just raised his head and looks directly at Azriel. Everyone can see his red rimmed eyes, proof that he had been crying.

“Rhys what’s going on.” Cassian tries to push again.

“Az,” Rhys starts lowly. Azriel look confused but there’s something it the back of his head telling him that he’s about it say something about you. “I think,” a deep breath, “I think that Y/n is alive.”

Sharp intakes of breaths are heard from each one of them. “That’s as awfully big assumption Rhys.” Cassian is the first to speak.

Rhys’s eyes are still locked on Azriel who is frozen in place, he might not be breathing. “Let me show you guys.” And so he does, Rhysand replays Feyre’s dream for all of them, holding back tears as he rewatches your face contorted with pain.

When it’s over Azriel stumbles as he falls into the nearest chair, his fingers press against his eyes as to stop to flow of tears. “I knew it,” Azriel breathes out, “I knew it and you told me I was in denial!” Azriel points an accusatory finger towards Rhys.

“Calm down, Azriel, this is just as hard for me as it is for you.” Azriel knows this, but after all the pain he’s suffered thinking you were dead has caused him to act irrationally.

“We’re going to get her, right?” Mor asks, stepping forwards to look at the map that Rhys was leaned over. “Would she be in the dungeons?”

“No.” Azriel said simply. “I’ve scoured every inch of those dungeons repeatedly with my shadows, she’s not in there.”

“Wha about if we went even lower.” Amren suggests, “Some High lords had magic shelters built even further beneath the dungeons. During the first war when none of you were alive yet, there were metals that stopped the frequency of magic. If you combine that metal with a low altitude, magic may be almost, if not completely blocked off.”

“Holy shit, Amren, I think you’re right.” Mor adds, “Gwyn was telling me of this old text in the library about ancient materials. There was a metal that blocked all physical magic and the only loophole is spiritual magic at short distances; which was probably how Y/n was able to appear in Feyre’s Dreams.”

Amren looked to Azriel, “It blocks bonds to, makes it appear as if it’s broken. That’s why you and Rhys thought you felt her die.”

“Oh, cauldron.” Cassian mutters in astonishment.

“How do we find out where it is? Everytime my shadows were down there they didn’t sense any other door.” Azriel a tried to think of any possibility that he missed something, but he couldn’t come up with any.

“Maybe the magic blocked your shadows too.” Cassian added, “if it blocks everything else there’s no reason it wouldn’t block magic shadow.”

“We have to get down there and look with our eyes, no magic will find it, that was the original purpose of why this metal was used to build rooms, it’s magically untraceable.” Amren informs.

“So we have to get Azriel in there.” Rhys says, “the next high lord conference is at the end of the week. Tamlin will be away long enough for Az to sneak in a look for any door in the dungeon.”

“What of his borders though? He’ll know when someone enters them.” Azriel tells Rhys.

“I’ll get into his head and block his conscience.”

“I don’t know if I can wait 4 days until then, Rhys.” Azriel looks at him with so much sadness in his eyes.

“I know, Az, but it’s our best shot at getting her home to us.” Rhys walks over and places a reassuring hand his shoulder.

He could do this, he waited 2 centuries already, what’s 4 more days?

[foxglovebells]

The Winter Writer

Azriel x Reader

Summary: One day Mor brings her best friend to the house of wind for game night with the inner circle. Azriel takes immediate interest, as well as Nesta, Feyre, and Gwyn when they find out she’s the author to their favorite smutty romances.

Warnings: None

Notes: My first fic! This is just the first part and there will me much more to come (😏)

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“They’re going to love you” Mor squeals excitedly as she finishes up your makeup. “You have no idea.”

You and Mor had been best friends for centuries. You both knew absolutely everything about each other. Even after all these years you had still never met her family. Though, you weren’t very adamant on pushing it because they made you very nervous. She didn’t want them to scare you away, she had said, when you brought them up once.

You take a deep breath to gather your nerves before replying, “I don’t know Mor, I feel like I’m intruding on your inner circle.” You look up at her from where you’re sitting on the vanity in your apartment. Mor stands and looks down on you as she roles her eyes.

“I don’t think anyone could hate you, you’re like the most likable person I’ve ever met, and trust me, I’ve been alive for a long time.”

You moved to Velaris from the winter court half a century ago. Mor had said she would feel more secure knowing that her best friend was safe and not being caught up in the Amarantha drama. Having parents that had high positions in the Winter court put you too close to danger for Mor’s liking.

While you had never met the inner circle, you had heard almost everything about each one of them. Rhysand was the almighty, powerful high lord who had the biggest soft spot for everyone he loved and cared about. Feyre was kind, selfless, and had a touch for art. Cassian was an Illyrian who was cocky and funny but also gave the best hugs. Amren was a little scary and fierce, but she would always stand up and fight for her friends. Nesta was a tough shell to crack, but she still managed to be the best to talk to when you need advice. Elain was quiet but kind and nurturing. And Azriel, oh Azriel, you had never met him, but Mor always described him as silent, observant, kind, and so many more things. Was it possible to have a crush on someone you’d never met? You based a couple of your book characters on what you had heard of him. Of course, he could be completely different than what you imagined, in that case, you would be severely disappointed.

But even having heard all these things, you’ve yet to meet a single one of them, and because of this you were freaking the fuck out.

“I promise, hun.” She places her hands on either side of your face and looks straight into your eyes, “Plus, I know for a fact that the girls will like you. They have a little book club that has read every single one of your books.” A mischievous expression takes over her face.

“No way, Mor.” Your eyes widen. “You didn’t tell me they’ve read my books.” You shoot up from the vanity chair and pace through the room with your hands twirling a piece of hair to occupy yourself. “Cauldron, Mor, that would have been nice to know.”

Mor throws her head back in laughter, “They haven’t just read them darling, you’re a common talk amongst the library, you’re their favorite.” She walks up and boops you on the nose, you swat her hand away. “Nesta and Feyre are always talking about how sexy they are, I’ve even seen Amren reading one from time to time.”

“Is it too late to back out now?” You sigh in exasperation.

“Even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t let you.”

You glare at her, “I know.”

“Come on, sugar plum, we gotta get going.” Before you can protest she takes your hand and winnows you out of your apartment.

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“Do we even know if she’s real?” Cassian mutters as he nurses a glass of whiskey. “I mean, Mor said she’s lived here for nearly 50 years—and been friends with her for longer—but we’ve never met her.”

“Probably because she didn’t want your horny ass to hit on her.” Azriel buts in as Rhys lets out a laugh in agreement.

“Your not much better, brother.” Cassian shoots him an amused glare but it’s ignored as Az takes a sip from his glass.

“I can’t say I’m not curious, though.” Rhys starts, “Mor said she was trustworthy enough to know about Velaris, and that she knew her for centuries before she moved here.”

“And yet we’ve never met her and when ever she comes up Mor shuts the subject down.” Cassian replies.

It did make Azriel wonder, he could send his shadows to get information on her, but she’s coming tonight so he might as well just wait and ask her—like a normal person.

All at once the 3 brothers perked up as soon and the felt someone winnow into the house.

“Guess it’s time to finally meet the mystery girl.” Rhys says before sauntering off and going to the main living area where the girls were already there drinking wine and gossiping about the latest book by their favorite author—Y/n Y/l/n.

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When they enter the room Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Gwyn, and Emerie are all sitting in front of the fire, drinking wine and giggling quietly.

“Where’s Nyx, darling?” Was the first thing Rhys asks as he makes his way to Feyre’s side and places a loving kiss on her cheek.

Azriel always envied their mating bond, Cassian’s too. He had waited so long to feel the love of a mate, but he would wait as long as it took. He often tried to occupy his heart with harmless relationships to fill the void that hopefully would one day be filled with his mate. But even after centuries of waiting he had yet to even suspect someone. It made him insecure sometimes, how could anyone love someone as scared and broken as him? So to refrain from thinking these thoughts he buried himself into other activities, spying, reading, training. Anything that could take his mind off of the restless thoughts that invaded his brain.

“He ran off to greet Mor.” She replied while leaning into his kiss.

All the males looked slightly of put as they recalled the new unknown guest around around Nyx. Rhys stood straight and was about to go seek them out when they heard the sound of footsteps making their way towards them from the hall.

They all stood and watched as Mor entered the room followed by someone who was still out of view behind Mor.

Mor moved to the side and revealed the most beautiful female Azriel had even seen in his life. You were wearing a silky slip style dress in a deep midnight blue, it contrasted beautifully to the long white waves cascading down to your waist. Winter court, Azriel thought. What caught his attention the most was the small Illyrian at your side with his hand in yours.

“Daddy I found a girl!” Nyx shouts as he tries to drag you towards his father.

You have a small nervous smile on your face and you allow yourself to be dragged towards Rhysand.

“Nyx!” Feyre shoots up from her seat on the chaise and rushes over to snatch up Nyx, releasing your hand in the process. “I’m so sorry.” She says turning to you.

Mor makes her way back up to your side and you look over to her for reassurance. She nods at you and you look back to Feyre with a sweet smile. “That’s all right, nothing to be sorry about” you reply. “I’m Y/n, you must be Feyre.” Rhysand takes Nyx out of his mates arms and you hold out your hand to shake hers. She shakes her head at your hand and instead wraps her arms around you in a hug. You freeze slightly in surprise but quickly relax and return the hug.

“It’s lovely to finally meet you, Y/n. Mor is awfully protective.” Feyre sends a playful glare to your best friend and she returns it with a sheepish smile. You simply laugh at the exchange.

Mor takes your arm and walks you to the seating area and you take a seat on an armchair close to the fire.

“Y/n,” Mor starts, “This is Nesta, Elain, Gwyn, Emerie and you’ve already met Feyre.” She takes her time pointing to each female around the room. Gwyn and Nesta are sat beside each other on a two seater lounge while Elain sits on the arm chair across from you. Mor walks over to Emerie and lays a hand on her shoulder. You try to hide your smirk behind your hand as you glance between the two of them. The look she gives you is a mix between shut the fuck up and she’s hot isn’t she. It became clear to you that her family doesn’t know about her sexually orientation, that became more clear when you caught the confusion in the eyes of a couple of the others.

“Anyway,” she claps her hands together and walks back to where Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel were standing. “This is Rhysand—“

“Call me Rhys, please, any friend of Mor’s is a friends of mine.” You smile at him before Mor continues.

“Then my most favorite nephew, Nyx, whom you’ve already met.” She walks up and pinched the little boys cheeks, who squirms in his dads arms, resulting in him putting Nyx down. Nyx does something no one expects—especially not you—when he runs up to you, climbs onto your chair, and settles into your lap as if nothing was wrong in the world. Every one stares in shock while you just let it has happen, chuckling slightly.

Azriel watches you along with everyone else, but the thought churning in his mind aren’t ones that revolve around Nyx, no, the only thing he can think about is how, beautiful and sweet you are, he might not be able to forgive Mor for keeping you from him. Of course, not literally, but he had never felt to drawn to someone, especially not someone he had never met in his life.

“Sorry.” You say with a small laugh. “Is he normally this friendly?” You look up to see Feyre snickering and Rhys shaking his head in amusement. Mor just looks as if she’s having a proud mother moment.

“Not usually, but he doesn’t meet new people often.” Rhys supplies. “But if he’s bothering you feel free to tell us, we won’t be offended.”

“Oh no, he’s perfect.” You look to the little boy in your lap who’s the split image of his father. His big violet eyes are looking up at you as you smile down at him.

You remember that you hadn’t been introduced to everyone yet. “And I’m guessing these two are Cassian and Azriel.” You gesture to each of them.

Cassian beamed at you, “The one and only, nice to meet you Y/n.”

“You too, Cassian.”

Azriel kept silent but he gave you a forced tight lipped smile, that made your stomach drop a little. He didn’t like you, you concluded.

You looked over to Mor who noticed the interaction and noticed that slightly devastated look on your face. She was quick to change the subject.

“Nice going, asshole.” Cassian says to Azriel out of your ear shot, “She thinks you hate her.”

“What?” Azriel heart sinks, “Why would she think that?” He could never hate you, he knew it the minute he saw you. He wanted to talk to you but he didn’t know what to say.

“You gave her the same obviously fake smile that you give every female that any of us try to set you up with.” Cassian sends him a looks that screams could you be any more oblivious, “Didn’t you see her smile drop slightly and her look to Mor for reassurance?”

No, he did not, and now he feels like a dick. “I didn’t mean too.” He replies solemnly.

“Y/n’s from the winter court. We became friends the first time a visited when I was a child.” Mor smiled at you cheekily before continuing, “I wanted her to move here a few decades ago—“

“—because you’re like an overprotective mother hen.” You cut her off with a laugh but she shushes you playfully.

“No,” she asserts firmly with a glare in your direction, “Well, yes I guess a little.” The group around you laughs.

“If she’s lived here for decades why have we never met her?” Cassian asks and Mor roles her eyes at the questions.

“Did you not hear Y/n, Cass, protective mother hen.” She gestures to herself while you along with everyone else smiles at the interaction. “She needed protecting from the like of you, all of you and your corrupt sense of humor. Now, drinks.”

“Ugh, Yes please” and other mutters of agreement are heard from all around. Rhysand snaps his fingers and wine appears atop the coffee table at the center of the seating.

Elain pours you a glass and hands it to you, you smile gratefully. Nyx has since fallen asleep on your lap, his face tucked into your neck and you run your hand over his head while paying attention to conversation around you.

“So Y/n, you want to tell everyone what you do for a living?” Mor says, bringing everyone’s attention to you once more, though, you couldn’t help but notice that one particular person attention had been on you the whole time.

You glare at Mor, a real glare this time, no playfulness in your stare. “Morrigan, what did we talk about.” You say to her while everyone listens with interest. She doesn’t reply, but instead hold your stare with a challenging look. Eventually giving up you cave. “I’m an author.”

“I expected something completely different from the way you two were looking at each other.” Nesta laughs as she finished her glass of wine.

“Me too.” Pipes Gwyn who was sitting on the lounge where Feyre had once been. Feyre was now curled up in the lap of the high lord. “Are you published.”

“Um—” you hesitate.

“Yes, she is.” Mor states simply once she’s decided that you’re taking far to long to answer such an easy question.

“Do you think we’d know any?” Gwyn asks curiously. “The girls and I are in a book club, I’m sure we’ve had to at least heard of it.”

“Oh I write under pseudonym, you probably haven’t heard of me.” You attempt to laugh it off, but Nesta and Gwyn seem keen on getting the answer out of you.

“Try us.” Nesta pushes.

“Sellyn Drake.” You say quietly with a slight embarrassed chuckle. Please tell me they haven’t read my books, please, please, ple—

“Fucking shit!” Nesta shoots up, her refilled glass of wine spilling over the lip of the glass. Every female in the room seems to sit up, even Feyre from where she was comfortably tucked into Rhysand.

“You’re kidding, right?” Gwyn shrieks with an excited smile on her face.

“You’ve heard of me?” You say sheepishly.

“Heard of you!” Nesta snaps her fingers and every single book that you’ve ever published appears directly in front of you. You reach for a book, trying not to jostle the sleeping Illyrian in your arms. Opening the book you’re surprised to see annotations on every page, highlighted words and thoughts fill each blank space.

“Um wow, I didn’t expect this.” You laugh as you flip through the pages coming across and especially spicy scene before slamming the book shut and placing it back on the pile.

“Would it be weird if I asked you to sign them?”

“Not at all, how about we meet for coffee sometime, I can even bring the manuscript for my next book, I’ve been looking for some insight on it.” You suggest, a little bit nervous that she might turn you down.

“Holy shit, of course!” She looks over to Feyre, Gwyn, and Emerie. “You know what? What do you think about coming to our next book club meeting?”

You return her excitement at that, “That sounds perfect.”

Nesta excitedly goes to Cassian and plops in his lap. His arms wrap around her waist and kisses her neck.

“You’re the smutty romance author, eh.” Cassian guesses in response to his mates excitement.

Your face burns red and you attempt to hide it by looking away. Azriel watched the exchange with a barely there smirk on his face. Ah maybe he could use that as a conversation starter, he thought. He would only have to get you alone first. He observed that you weren’t to comfortable talking about your occupation in a large group like this with new people. Though, he didn’t understand why an extremely successful author wouldn’t want to flaunt her talents.

“Y/n?” Starts Rhys. “Are you comfortable talking about your family?” He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious, something about you was just so familiar.

“Oh, of course.” You loved your family dearly and enjoyed any excuse to talk about them, especially your sister. “My sister is the lady of the winter court.”

“Viviane?” Feyre asks and you nod in response.

“Yes, we’re fraternal twins.” You smile as you think about your twin sister who was such a talented warrior.

“She’s amazing, and so is my niece, Seely, who was born 3 years ago, about the same age as Nyx actually.” You gesture to the sleeping form wrapped in your arms.

“I hadn’t realized you had such useful connections—” Rhys starts.

“—No.” Mor cuts him off before he can continue. “You are not using my best friend for a winter court alliance. You want an alliance, figure out how to get it without using her as pawn.”

Rhys looked apologetic, “She’s right, I apologize Y/n.”

“No harm done, if it’s any reassurance Kallias and Vivian are rather fond of your inner circle. I’m sure if you ever did want an alliance you wouldn’t have trouble achieving it, with or without my assistance.” You reply, you truly didn’t mind, you actually found it quite comforting that he was willing to talk politics with you, even if it was an odd situation to do so.

A new voice speaks up, surprising everyone in the room. “So you can fight?” Azriel kicks off from his place in the shadows against the wall, finally stepping into the light of the fire and taking the empty seat to your left.

“What do you mean?” You ask him to specify.

“We’ll Viviane is a highly trained warrior, and I’ve seen how well trained the winter court army is. I was wondering if you were trained similarly.”

“Yes, Viviane and I were trained by our father from the moment we could walk.” You smile in remembrance, your father was such a good teacher and was kind and gave you advice on how to improve rather than yelling. Many of your favorite memories were training beside him and your sister. “It’s been several years though, I probably a bit rusty.”

“I could always help.” He rushes out, as if he didn’t really mean to say that. He clears his throat. “I mean, if you ever wanted to train again I would be happy to be your partner.” Azriel cursed himself for not controlling his words, he hoped you wouldn’t turn him down.

“I would love that Azriel, thank you.” You smile widely at him and you look back to the group.

Feyre stands up and begins to make her way towards you. “As much fun as this has been I really need to get Nyx into his bed.”

“Of course, do you want to take him or I would be happy to walk up with you so he doesn’t wake.” You offer, cradling Nyx against your chest in preparation for her answer.

“That would be amazing, Y/n.” She smiles graciously at you. You stand from the comfy armchair and follow Feyre out of the room and through a series of hallways. She comes to a bedroom and you both go in and put Nyx to bed. “I’ve never seen him act so attached to someone new before. He really likes you.”

“I’m glad, I really like him too.” You both make your way back to the sitting room as you yawn.

“I’ve had so much fun, but I really should get going before I become too tired to winnow home.” You stay standing up instead of sitting back down. You were sure that if you sat back down you would surely fall asleep.

“Stay the night, please.” Rhys offers, “you could join us tomorrow for breakfast and training.”

“And a book club meeting, the girls and I have one in the library tomorrow.” Nesta adds while each of the girls agrees.

“I don’t know,” you start to reply “I don’t want to intrude—”

“Y/n! How many times do I have to repeat myself before you process it in you thick skull.” Mor throws her hand up, exasperated. “You. Are. Not. Intruding.”

You fidget with a strand of your snowy white hair before replying. “Just because you feel that way doesn’t mean the others do. You’re biased Mor.”

“Oh Mother.” She pinches the bridge of her nose as if you are a insulant child.

“If you fear that you are intruding I can guarantee that you are not.” Feyre tells you kindly, a much kinder approach than Mor’s.

You’re still hesitant, but you make up your mind. “Alright, I guess I’ll stay.”

Everyone looks content with your response. But it’s Nesta who’s the first to talk. “Perfect. Training starts at sunrise.”