summary: it is one of those days when Azriel needs a little extra love from his mate after coming back from a mission.
authors note: I attempted to write a diabetes-inducing fic like @writingsbychlo so I hope you like it! And this fic is for the biggest Azriel fangirl @azrielhours for being literally the best human being on this planet and helping me numerous times with assignments and for listening to my endless rants about god knows what. The list goes on and I don’t think this expresses how grateful I am for her but I hope you like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Three hours past dinner, you sat at the table, going over some paperwork for Rhys. You had been expecting Azriel back from a mission but there were no telltale signs of your mate’s arrival yet. The chicken pot pie, his favourite, sat out in front of you, forgotten in favour of getting some work done to kill the time.
Now, three hours past dinner, heavy footsteps thudded against the wooden porch, groaning under the weight of the tall Illyrian making his way to the front door. You stood up from your chair, making your way to the foyer. The sound of a door opening and closing echoed throughout the house before you were met with the sight of your exhausted mate, toeing off his boots.
With a small smile, you made your way over. Already you could tell, today had not been a good day for Azriel if the bags under his eyes, the crease between his brows, the hunched shoulders and the sagging wings were any signs. Your heart ached at seeing him like this.
Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rested your head on his chest and squeezed, flooding the bond with love. Azriel squeezed back with his arms around your shoulders and cheek resting on top of your head, sending love down the bond as well. He breathed you in, squeezing a little tighter when you made a move to pull away.
“Not yet,” he mumbled and so you stayed like that for a couple more minutes.
“Welcome home,” you muttered, chin now resting on his chest while you looked up at his face. Azriel leaned down to lightly peck your lips before resting his forehead on yours.
“I’m sorry I didn't show up for dinner,” he said against your lips. You shook your head. “No need to apologize. I understand.”
With a kiss on the forehead, Azriel unwound his arms from around your shoulders.
“Come on,” you said while lacing your fingers through his and led him inside the house and upstairs to your room.
There were rarely days like today. Days when Azriel would need a little more care, a little more love and attention. You were happy to be there for your mate like that every time but Azriel insisted he could do everything himself and you didn't need to bother. Today was one of those days when he needed the affection, and you'd be there for him.
You stepped into the bathroom, leaving Azriel to rid himself of his clothes while you worked on preparing him a relaxing bath. Turning on the warm water in the tub, you added some lavender soap to calm his undoubtedly racing mind and lit some candles on the counter for the atmosphere.
Azriel stepped into the bathroom while you were preparing the bath, your back to him. You turned around to find him standing by the door, leaning his head against the wall with a tired look on his face. Your heart ached for your mate and your reached out, wanting to make it better.
“Bad mission?” you asked.
He shook his head, closing his eyes in exhaustion. “It was just a long day. Felt like it would never end and the whole mission, all I wanted to do was be with you.”
Your heart warmed at the confession. Standing in front of him, you gently held his face between your palms and pressed your lips to his in a sweet but passionate kiss.
“You’re home now, babe. I'm here.” You nudged his nose with yours and his face scrunched up adorably. “Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” Azriel nodded, walking over to the tub large enough to accommodate his wings, and sank down into the hot water. A sigh of relief and contentment escaped his lips, making you smile.
“Aren't you gonna get in with me?” Azriel asked.
You pursed your lips before nodding. You got undressed quickly, leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor and settled into the tub behind Azriel. His wings sat draped over the sides of the tub, slightly brushing your arm. Your legs went around his hips, his hands quickly finding your thighs and rubbing circles into them. You put your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head, making him rest it against your sternum.
Azriel tipped his head back to look at your face and you smiled, lightly kissing his forehead. His eyes closed as Azriel sank into you, savouring having you so close after a harrowing week of being apart.
His eyes remained closed as you reached for a bottled of shampoo, squeezing some on your hand then massaging it into his scalp. Azriel hummed at how good it felt after having his hair whipped around by the wind while flying. You worked in silence, taking your time with massaging his scalp and Azriel sent a rush of adoration down the bond. You turned your head to the side to kiss his temple in response.
After rinsing the shampoo off, you put some conditioner in and let it sit while you worked on his wings. Moving from behind Azriel to in front of him, you sat on your knees with a rag in hand.
“I missed this,” Azriel commented with a smirk on you on your knees in front of him. You swatted his shoulder, glaring playfully and he chuckled.
With practiced motions, you quickly cleaned his wings and Azriel groaned in approval. You didn’t know what wings felt like but it couldn’t have been a good feeling having them caked in dirt. The water had turned a murky brown by now from all the dirt that came off Az. Draining the tub, the two of you stood.
Azriel grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and stepped out of the tub, grabbing your hand to help you out of the tub safely.
You went to fetch yourself a towel and some clothes for yourself and Azriel. While you were turned around, cold water droplets met your back and you shrieked loudly.
Turning back around, you saw Azriel standing with a proud smile. He had shaken his wings to rid them of water, drenching you with it in the process.
You gasped in mock offence, hand flying to your heart. “This is what I get for taking care of you? Such ungratefulness,” you pretended to wipe away a stray tear and Azriel laughed out loud. You couldn’t help but smile at the melodious sound. You were happy your mate was happy.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you into him. “Thank you taking care of me, my love. Words can’t describe how grateful I am for having you in my life.” You smiled, leaning more into him and kissing his chest. Azriel wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the crown of your head.
“I’m grateful for you, too,” you said, looking up at him. Azriel grinned, a genuine smile that reached his eyes and had your heart soaring.
“We should put some clothes on,” you said after.
“But you look so much better naked,” Azriel pouted.
You swatted his shoulder. “Behave, mister!”
“My apologies, miss,” he laughed, kissing you once again.
The two of you headed into the room, putting your clothes on. After getting dressed, you beckoned Azriel to the dressing table and told him to sit. He gave you a confused look but obeyed. Picking from the different vials and bottles, you settled on a green one. Squirting some onto your hand, you rubbed it between your palms before patting it into Azriel’s skin.
“What is that?” Azriel asked.
“It’s toner. It’s used to even out your skin tone and it makes the other products sink into your skin better,” you explained.
Next you picked up a moisturizer and got a dollop on your hand before massaging it into Azriel’s skin.
“Moisturizer. Makes your skin soft.”
“You never said my skin is rough!” Azriel confronted.
“It’s not,” you replied. “Though I’m still very confused how since you use the same soap for your face and body and you don’t have a skincare routine.”
“Guess I’m just blessed,” Azriel said cockily. You hummed.
“Feyre, Nesta and I are so jealous of you three.”
You picked up some under eye masks next and put two baby pink crescent moons under Azriel’s eyes.
“My love, are you plotting to turn me into a circus clown?” Azriel asked.
You laughed. “It’s just supposed to help with the dark circles and tired bags. We’ll take them off in a bit. We have to wait 10 minutes though.”
“I have a suggestion on how to pass the time.” Azriel pulled you onto his lap, making a move to kiss you but you put your hand up, covering his mouth. He huffed in protest.
“I’m not done taking care of you yet,” you objected.
“What’s left though? You washed and conditioned my hair, you washed my wings, did my skincare. I’ve never felt more taken care of!” He defended.
“There’s one more thing.” Getting off his lap, you opened the drawer, pulling out a pouch full of nail care. “Give me your hand,” you asked. Azriel shyly held out his hand, back facing up, refusing to make eye contact. Noticing his hesitation, you grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. A faint pink blush coated Azriel’s cheeks and your heart warmed at the sight. Taking a pair of nail clippers out of the pouch, you carefully trimmed each of his nails. Then, taking a nail file, you shaped them so they all looked the same and finally cleaned under the nails. Lastly, you took some cuticle oil and massaged it into all his cuticles.
“All done!” You said proudly.
Azriel stared at his hands in awe and turned a little teary eyed. “Thank you so much.” His voice came out gravelly.
You smiled, perching yourself up on his lap and kissed his nose. “You don’t need to thank me. And we can take these off now, my adorable circus clown,” you joked before peeling off the masks.
“Thank you, truly, for taking care of me today, Y/n. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”
“A lot, okay? And you don’t need to thank me. I’m here for you, babe.” You kissed Azriel sweetly before getting off his lap and guiding him to the bed.
You laid down on your back and held your arms out for him. Azriel smiled brightly, happily climbing into your arms and resting his head on your chest. He sighed happily, glad to be back home and with you. You stroked Azriel’s hair, lightly scraping his scalp that had him humming in contentment. Soon, light snores were heard from him and you smiled to yourself, kissing the crown of his head.
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