Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue Ch. 4 [Finale?]
Pairing: Azriel x Reader Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 Word count: 1.2k Warnings: Just one nsfw mention, Azriel is toxic Summary: Reader is half-breed witch, insecure but powerful, is finally moving on? Tagged: @fussel9913, @unknownspecies A/N: I'm a mess, that's why it has taken me a month to write this quite mediocre thing. Longer explanation after this, I'm probably just venting, you can totally skip it, thanks for reading <3 [So... I get kind of depressed in december every year. Something about the weather, the short days, christmas... Then I had a health scare, and now I'm spending New Year's Eve alone and the weird thing is, that even with people around I always get so sad every year, but this time, I don't know, I'm at peace or kind of, getting there , so I finished this the first day of 2023. I'm sorry I'm such a mess, I'm getting better little by little]
Between the constant trips to the Windhaven camp and the regular visits to the House of Wind, you had barely any time to dwell on anything. You grew used to Azriel's presence, having given up on the idea of something ever happening between you. There was a certain peace of mind that came with that resolution. Inspired by the exercise the girls did, you had started following Nesta whenever she went down the million stairs down. Even if you didn't get too far, it would get your heart pumping, which felt good. Once you had enough, you would sit down and wait for Nesta to come back up.
Your frienship with the valkyries had grown. You kept your distance with Gwyn but you had spent a lot of time with Emerie now, and you really liked her.
***
Azriel looked at the group of girls from the darkness of an alley. The four of them looked happy and tipsy. His eyes locked on the colourful dress that hugged every curve of your body. There was a glow to you that he had never seen before, not humans, not fae, something about your skin, the strange color of your eyes, the smell of magic on you... he could have spotted you in the middle of a crowd.
But he hadn't see you show off like that before, he wasn't sure you were even aware of how beautiful you looked that night. You pulled your dress down from time to time and tugged the fabric, not used to that kind of clothing, he assumed.
Nesta suddenly pointed to her right and the group followed inside the place. Through the windows, Azriel could see it was cramped. Some people danced, others just drank. He lost sight of you once the door closed behind you.
He should leave now. Actually, he should have never followed you there. He had developed an ever-growing obsession with you ever since that day in your bedroom. He had found you attractive since he first saw you, but he thought you had paid him no mind. Until that sudden outburst you had. Since then, he had been using the lotion you gave him on his hands before masturbating to the thought of you. And after weeks, when he had finally decided he had to find a way to approach you, he found you and the other girls leaving the House of Wind and laughing about having a crazy night.
He had no right to be there and yet, there he was, he couldn’t stop himself. And he couldn’t go into the place and drag you away either. So he waited. For two hours. Until the group left again. You followed a few steps behind the other three women and, he frowned as he clenched his fists, you had company.
A blonde, fit fae walked next to you, apparently sharing some hilarious story with you. He watched his hand touching casually your shoulder. Too flirty, too smiley, too arrogant. He could feel his blood boil. Still, nothing he could do about it, or he risked looking like a psychopath that had spent the whole night following you secretly.
After Cassian appeared and took Nesta and Gwyn back to the House of Wind, you, Emerie and the male fae went into the house Feyre and Rhysand had left for the rest of the Inner Circle. He cursed under his breath.
***
You hadn’t had such a fun night in… maybe ever? The girls had insisted on going out, having a few drinks and doing some dancing. You didn’t even look like you, or that’s hwo you felt. You were wearing a beautiful, tight dress, your hair and makeup were all done, and the shots you had drank before leaving were making you feel some kind of way.
You had even met a guy at the bar, a handsome, charismatic fae, that seemed enticed with you. By the time you got to the house, you were feeling a bit more than tipsy. Emerie walked up to sleep in one of the empty rooms while you two went into the kitchen to have your last drink together.
As soon as your lips left the glass, another pair of lips pressed onto them. You found yourself lost in the motion, the heat growing inside you, the feeling of his fingers between your hair. When one of his hands travelled down to your ass, you pushed his chest away.
It was going so fast, maybe too fast. You weren’t a virgin, but you were still quite inexperienced and had never even contemplated the idea of a one-night stand. You needed a second to take a breath, so you excused yourself to the bathroom.
You were moving on and you had been presented a chance to let loose. You could give it a try this one time and see how you like it.
You went back to the kitchen. Empty. Both glasses on the table and no one to be seen. Confused, you called out for him, wondering if maybe he was wandering around the house. Nothing. He had just left. He had just left? Confused, you stomped your way up to your room.
You stopped on your feet when you reached the last step. A dark figure rested against your bedroom door.
Please, not now.
You held his gaze for a few moments before gathering the strength to make your way to him.
“You’re drunk”, Azriel stated in a low, velvety tone.
“Did you do something?”
Silence.
“Of course you did… Get away from my door”
“I wanted to see you”, he confessed.
“You can see me tomorrow”
“You don't need him”
“Who are you to decide that? And since when do you even fucking care?"
The combination of the alcohol and the sudden confusion was overwhelming enough to not let you process what was happening.
“Get inside”, he demanded, turning the knob and opening the door.
But it felt like your feet were stuck to the floor. Until a hand firmly, but gently, pushed you through the threshold. The door closed behind you and he turned on a small lamp in the corner.
"I like you"
"What are you talking about?", you answered exasperated.
"Don't play stupid. You're not as subtle as you think you are"
"That's... " Your cheeks would have gone rosey if they hadn’t been since you left the bar. "That was weeks ago! I'm sure you have noticed the man I came with and that you probably haunted out of this house? You don't get to do this, you know? To wait until I have finally started to move on to decide I'm worth of your attention", you took a pause. "What is it? Decided to change your current fixation?"
“Stop being a brat”
“No, you st-”
His lips suddenly pressed yours. He quickly held your wrists, anticipating that you would struggle the moment he made his move. You gave up quickly, distracted by the heat that was surging through your body and the experienced movement of his tongue against yours. Just a few seconds later, he slid his hands down your forearms into your waist.
When your mouths finally separated, you held onto his shirt, knees weak and heart pounding on your chest.
He smiled proudly.
“We will be having a long talk about this”, you frowned.
“As you wish, love. We will have all the talks you want”