#azcien

[wolfbxxch]

Azcien? Luzriel? 🥴

Another Vanserra gonna get choked out by the Shadowsinger.

[hauntedvulcan]

Azriel will end up with a redhead. I will not specify which redhead though.

[uukipi]

bros just so malleable

[thebookishgaymer]

I’m picturing Az begging Lucien to thrust harder while Lucien pins Az’s arms above his head and Lucien’s long hair brushes against Az’s sensitive wings and makes Az writhe in pleasure.

P.s. Gwyn is eating Elain out in the kitchen (they were supposed to make dinner for the 4 of them to have a double date)

[irithiadourden]

Excuse me for being greedy but:

3 Tamcien, 34 Elucien and 17 Luzriel?

Please 🙏🏻 and thank you

Of course Nony! I hope you like this.

For microstory ask game

Edit: I WAS POSTING THIS WHEN I REALIZED IT SAID TAMCIEN AND NOT TAMRIS. Sorry, I promise Tamcien in another post nony.

Tamris, I trusted you

"I trusted you!" Tamlin roared like thunder, his voice echoing off the walls of the mansion. He was furious; it wasn't hard to tell by how tense his body was, even in his beast form. Anyone else might have been frightened by the magic filling the air, the roar, or the fact that the six-foot creature was approaching so closely that its sharp fangs were visible.

Fortunately, Eris was not just anyone. He had spent a lot of time over the years sneaking away to see him, getting news about Lucien, and just spending time with Tamlin. If there was one thing he was sure of—much more than anything else—it was that the High Lord of Spring was incapable of harming him, even by accident.

"Yes, and that's exactly why you should get off your ass and go meet him tomorrow." He replied, fed up with the argument.

"No." Tamlin was so close that his breath tickled his face.

"Can I talk to the High Lord and not Spring's beast?" Eris asked suspisciously calm. Something inside Tamlin told him it was a trap; he clearly hadn't won the discussion and was just delaying the inevitable.

With a sigh of resignation, followed by the scent of petrichor and wildflowers that permeated the atmosphere when he used his magic, Tamlin resumed his fae form. He was naked, as always happened when he transformed. He had never been ashamed of his nakedness, but at that moment, he felt particularly exposed. Especially since Eris gave him an unabashedly appreciative look.

"Good boy."

Okay, Tamlin was getting an erection that was impossible to disguise, and Eris was holding him in place with just his presence. He couldn't think straight under that gaze; it was like fire caressing every inch of his bare skin.

"You're not playing fair," he grumbled, trying to regain the upper hand. He was still terribly irritated with him and wasn't planning to give in just because—

"I never do." Eris reached up and tangled his fingers in Tamlin's blond hair. His grin widened when he noticed Tamlin's breathing falter. This time, it was Autumn's High Lord who closed the distance until their mouths were almost touching. "Are you going to meet with Lucien to make peace? I'm sick of seeing you two miserable."

Tamlin swallowed hard. A small part of him told him that he had fallen right into an ambush. The other part was willing to do whatever it took to taste those lips again. “All right.”

Eris smiled wickedly and finally gave him a kiss that made him forget his own name.

Luzriel, empty

He couldn't explain why, but when he turned to look at that broken expression, his chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. Lucien was always a living flame, a ray of sunshine breaking through any darkness with his courtier's manners and silver tongue. But the man before him was an empty shell, a shadow to whom he couldn't whisper to extract secrets, or coax into doing something to lift the weight of sadness.

"Train with me." Azriel threw a roll of bandages that Lucien caught in midair with ease, always graceful. He could no longer bear to watch him shut down like that. In his experience, physical exercise could work wonders for clearing one's mind.

Lucien was ready to protest but the words died on his lips when he noticed the Shadowsinger's unwavering expression. Why did he always plague his thoughts? Even his shadows seemed to entangle themselves in Lucien's hair and clothing as if seeking to hide in the darker spots where his skin was less bright. He would never admit it aloud, but he was grateful for Azriel's presence, even if he wasn't sure why.

The heir to the Day Court sighed dramatically, wrapped his fists in bandages, and rose from the couch. "Where are we going to train, in the living room? I'm sure Feyre told Cassian that if he broke another one of his precious chandeliers, she would forbid him from entering.” Without realizing it, Lucien had been following Azriel as he spoke. He just noticed they were outside at the entrance.

"No, we're going to the House of Wind."

“Do I have to remind you that I can't winnow there?” Lucien rolled his eyes.

Azriel said nothing, merely stretching out his arms and giving him a look that was a mixture of amusement and defiance. The last time they went to that place, the Shadowsinger had taken him there. He wanted to say no, but the grin, as if to say, "What? You don't dare?" nagged at his pride.

So, with his head held high, Lucien reached over and let Azriel lift him off the ground, without blinking—and without breathing, if he was being honest. His arms instinctively closed around Azriel's neck. If either of them noticed how fast their hearts were beating, they said nothing.

Elucien, bauble

The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon cookies flooded the house, and Lucien took a deep breath, filling himself with the delicious fragrance that brought back happy childhood memories. His mother used to sneak into the kitchen to prepare them, and now Eris was making them with Azriel's help.

This meant that his mate was free of cooking duties. However, he couldn't find her in the gardens or their room, so he reached into his chest for the connection they shared. The bond guided him to where Elain was tiptoeing, trying to put one last bauble on the winter solstice tree.

Lucien being the perfect gentleman, reached over, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her a few inches so she could settle the ornament.

"Lu!" she complained but the fondness in her voice was evident.

His mate smiled mischievously, and when he set her feet back on the floor, he pulled her close to his chest. Lucien began to leave kisses on her temple, cheeks, and nose, finally reaching her lips. Her giggles were a melody that echoed in his heart and brought him pure joy.

"You are a menace, Lucien Vanserra." She scolded him affectionately, her gaze sparkling.

Lucien gave her another kiss until she was breathless.

"But I am yours, Elain Vanserra."

At his words Elain's smile lit up like the sun, bathing him in warmth that seeped into his bones.

I had to google what a bauble was.

Ps: please, if you send an ask, make it a number other than 2, 3, 7, 10, 13, 15, 17, 24, 25, 26, 28, 33, 34, 41, 43 or 47.

[madameraccoon]

a/b/o with azcien?

THERE YOU GO! Thank you so much for the ask!

A/B/O - AZCIEN | Who would have thought that Chores could be this fun?

The stare-off was intense. One on one side of the bed, one on the other. Eyes fixed on eyes as they waited patiently for the other one to give up. Unfortunately for Lucien, that wasn't going to happen. Who was foolish enough to start a stare-off competition with none other than the Spymaster of the Night Court.

Something tickled his neck and despite his best efforts he was forces to flinch.

"Ah. There. You lost." barked Azriel before throwing the pile of fresh sheets towards him.

"You cheated!" answered Lucien, making a show of being enraged, but really finding the whole thing hilarious. "After insisting we should mode from the House of Wind and find ourselves a place where we can have privacy" he kept going in a mocking tone that really didn't resemble Azriel's voice at all, ariquoting here and there with the only free hand he had.

Azriel crossed his arms on his chest, making the biceps bulge a bit. As if it wasn't enough that he was bare-chested and freshly showered. Droplets of water fallen from his hair bejewelled his shoulder and Lucien had to bite back the need tp lick them. His omega always looked delicious. "Did you seriously want to be constantly walked in? Do I have to worry?"

"At this point I don't even care - I hate that we have to clean and do our own bed, change the sheets, clean the kitchen…"

"Now you're making things up. Neither of us cooks," scoffed Az. "We wouldn't have to change the sheets so much if you have a bit of self control."

"I would have more self control if you weren't such a bratty omega," retorted Lucien.

"What can I say, it's in my nature," shrugged Az, before raching out and hand, a silent offering for help. "And you love it."

He was right. It was in his nature to be the brattiest, but also a bit of a habit, born from the years spent hiding his nature in a world where he had to be strong, unwavering and aggressive. It would never go away, but at least he knew Lucien would always take care of him. No one, hearing about the fearsome Spymaster, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, would ever think of him as an omega, not with the bulk of his muscle or the fame as a merciless lover he'd built over the years, but it was the truth. It had been a shock when they'd found themselves on a diplomatic mission together and Lucien had felt his scent for the first time. It was in that occasion that he'd discovered not only his nature, but also how he'd built all his lies.

"I do love it, and yes, privacy it's nice. I don't like the idea of someone else seeing you that way," said Lucien with a smirk.

His olive skin blushed near his rounded ears. "Not that that my… status is a secret for any of them."

"No, it isn't. But as your alpha only I get to have that way. Do you think I want other alphas like Feyre, or Cassian or Rhysand to see you when you get all whimpery and bonless with me? Would you enjoy being seen like that? Are you going to be bratty about that, too?"

"I don't know," teased back Az, flaring his wings a bit in a defiant way. "Do you want me to?"

Lucien left the bedsheet where it was and put both hands on the mattress, leaning down a bit, already sensing the shift in his partner's scent. "You said you know I love it. I don't think you want to make your alpha beg." The power in his voice made Az shiver but he didn't put enough force into it to compel him. It was true: he liked it when he played hard to get.

Az answered, mimicking his pose. "No begging, but you'll still have to ask. Nicely."

"And what if I really do ask?"

"If you ask nicely, we will finish making the bed and then ruin it again."

"This is going to be an endless cycle, if I get this turned on while doing chores," chuckled Lucien, before grabbing blindly for a pillow to finish making the bed. "Didn't know you were into that."

Az chuckled too, but it did not ease the tension. "It doesn't help that you've been staring at my chest the whole time, you're not sublte as you think."

"Who said I wanted to be subtle?" retorted Lucien before tossing him a side of the blanket, which then got arranged neatly on the bed. A simple blue, light duvet. The room now looked so neat he almost felt guilty at the idea of ruining it. When he lifted his gaze he saw that Azriel was already stripping and, suddenly, he didn't feel guilty anymore.

[youkoeyes]

what do you think is the hottest Azriel ship regardless of canon?

Azris

Bryceriel

Cazriel

Elriel

Gwynriel

Moriel

Nezriel

Azcien

Voting ended onMar 18, 2025

[highfaelucien]

i am writing the Az/Lucien whump. and on the one hand it’s sort of cathartic that someone is FINALLY addressing all of the abuse Lucien has suffered.

but on the other hand. oh boy. it ouch.