#feyriel

[whatishowedyouinthedark]

Azriel resting his head in Feyre’s lap after killing someone for insulting her and falling asleep to her carding her fingers through his hair with blood still staining his hands send tweet

[amnevitahdrawsstuff]

Good Boy

“Have you been a good boy?”

You remember that scene from ACOWAR where Azriel basically turns into Feyre’s obedient guard dog? Yeah, more of that please.

[irithiadourden]

@sjmromanceweek

Day 5 Only One Bed

Pairing: Azriel x Feyre

Word count: 711

“Feyre…”

“No.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. I’ve slept in worse places, trust me.”

She turned to him with a frown. Every time she made that face, a tiny, adorable crease appeared between her brows. Not that he wanted to kiss it and see how she’d react.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” He crossed his arms, the finality in his tone unmistakable.

As if he didn’t already know how stubborn she could be.

“Then you’re sleeping in the bed with me,” she decided with a shrug, turning to fluff the pillows. Thankfully, that spared her from seeing the look on Azriel’s face.

“It’s a crappy single bed, Fey. Seriously—”

She shot him a sideways look, lifting an accusing finger. “We’re here because of me. You were a good friend and offered to come with me to the middle of nowhere so I could do this hike. We walked all day, everything hurts, and I’m sure you’re exhausted too. Sleeping together on a real mattress is better than crashing on a hard, ancient couch.”

Azriel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. She wasn’t wrong. Sharing was probably better.

And also a terrible idea.

In the end, neither of them had the energy to keep arguing. Less than an hour later, they were both in pajamas, crowded onto the narrow bed, carefully trying not to get in each other’s way.

An awkward silence settled between them.

It was Feyre who finally couldn’t take it anymore, turning toward him and curling closer. They were so near Azriel could make out the different shades of blue and gray shining in her eyes.

Like a cloudy sky.

“Thank you for coming,” she murmured softly.

He gave her a small, crooked smile. “I love hiking.”

Her gentle punch to his arm made him laugh.

“I mean it, Az. I needed to get out of the city. I needed to… feel like myself again.”

He understood that all too well. The city could feel unbearably claustrophobic when all you wanted was space to breathe.

She was his best friend—though he’d never admit that in front of Cassian without enduring endless complaining. He loved spending time with her, listening to her talk about art, watching the way she focused when she sketched in that notebook she always carried. Feyre was fascinating. A free spirit.

She was… amazing.

“The view was worth it,” he whispered, thinking back to the moment they’d reached that breathtaking clearing in the middle of the myrtle forest. Her smile then had been radiant, impossible to ignore. Azriel had stood there, quietly mesmerized.

Feyre wet her lips, swallowing nervously. They were too close. Azriel’s mouth was tempting—like ripe fruit, sweet and alluring.

She was afraid of taking the wrong step, of ruining their friendship. But the what ifs crowded her thoughts.

What if she did, and everything went right?

What if she kissed him, and it was the best kiss of her life?

What if she did, and discovered he wanted this just as much as she did?

The first touch was tentative—a soft, fleeting brush of her lips learning the shape of his. Feyre lifted her hands to his shoulders, clinging there as a jolt of electricity raced through her.

When Azriel’s hand slid to her waist, they finally kissed for real.

He tasted like mint and cold mist. They explored each other slowly, unhurried—his tongue tracing her lips, her teeth grazing his in a playful nip.

When they pulled apart, Azriel looked awestruck. She smiled, shy and a little breathless.

Azriel drew her closer, as though he couldn’t bear to let her go. Her body fit perfectly against his. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

Feyre laughed softly, tucking her face into the hollow of his neck. “You are not dreaming. I’m really tired—but that’s not the only thing I want to do with you.”

His low growl only made her laugh harder.

“It’s okay. We’ve got all the time in the world, love,” he muttered. “Let’s sleep.”

Curled against his chest, with the promise of tomorrow warming her thoughts, Feyre drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. Azriel followed soon after, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple before surrendering to dreams filled with her.

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[rarephloxes]

rhys and az fighting over their little plaything feyre (and then decide they can be big boys and share bc she has plenty of []s) send tweet!!!!

hehehe

tbh it’s initially a very unusual job for him. Rhys hasn’t had him on an honest to God stake out mission in forever, but, oh well.

so he gets an address, hacks everything he could possibly gather about her in .5 seconds (someone should teach her the basics of internet security, he didn’t even have to try!) and drives to her apartment building - this old squat little guy with bare bricks and a gate with no one guarding it, not even one measly camera.

it’s pretty decent, if the neighborhood is a bit sketchy, but oh well he’s lived in places far far worse, anyway, he’s got a newspaper ready, he’s nostalgic, he hasn’t done this in a while, might as well to the whole deal right? he has his coffee and crosswords and

oh

her hair is up, with a pen holding it that way, and her clothes are a little rumpled (it’s a very very large pair of pants and an impossibly big t shirt, that she has tucked on edge of in her bra, not that he can see that, not that he is noticing the swatch of bare luminous skin it shows, she probably does it bc of the heat probably and yeah he does not want to think about her being sweaty) and her shoes have definitely seen better days, and — is that paint splattered on her face?

anyway, Azriel shrugs it all off but keeps his eyes on her at all times. At All Times.

He’s hacked into the camera system of her uni, and the place where she teaches little kids to paint, and even though he didn’t he seriously considered putting cameras inside her apartment — she is too trusting too kind, she once let an old woman go inside her house to wait off a storm! she could have been killed!

and the thing is, he has a very meticulous, detailed spreadsheet of her schedule. he knows where she is at all times. At All Times

It is not necessarily part of the job, Rhys just said keep watch and well, he is! he’s just doubling down and being careful because…

if she is to be in a relationship with Rhys, of all people, there are a number of truly fucked up shit that could be done to her, and he can’t let thar happen he can’t because

because there is this one little dude in her class, one who doesn’t talk much, and never can get a friend for any paired tasks, so he ends up having to pair up with her, and she’s always there for him, wide smiles and paint splattered apron, and as much as he doesn’t seem to smile, they always laugh together

and she is kind to all staff, everywhere she goes, greets them by name, even gives them these tiny little canvas she paints with random stuff - flowers, a little forest scenery, a flute, the night sky ——-

and trust me he is so so so so so so very conflicted about this. she’s not dating Rhys or anything like that, well at least not yet he guesses, but he dreams about her, and he looks, he can’t help but look, that’s his task, he’s following orders, that’s all he is good for that is all he is doing he is a good friend and he just happens to know where she is. At All Times.

anyway, Azriel gets like, super spooked someone will come and snatch her up in the middle of the night, so he goes and snatches her up in the middle of the night

(i’m just now thinking that i haven’t read that many stalker romances so i’m not sure what happens next i just know they fuck super super nasty and he like, totally cries at some point, and then, well, Rhys shows up, all manly and possessive, and Azriel, poor baby dog that he is, bows down and shares his perfectly trained beautiful little toy that was supposed to be his and his alone but — he’s accustomed to sharing)

[mercyandmountainwater]

it might be the exhaustion but I truly believe that Azroel and Feyre from ACOTAR could be a wonderfully tragic chivalric love ship.

Azriel is insanely devoted to his High Lord and part of that is caring for his High Lady. Yet as he assists her and learns about her little by little he begins to truly and fully understand her as a person. He begins to see a version of her that is deeply noble and good and all he wants to do is to protect that.

Feyre was born a human woman. Feyre will live for hundreds of years. Feyre decided all of her life decisions by the time she was twenty years old and cracking under the stress of deep trauma. Feyre learns how to be High Lady of the Night Court, how to be a mother and a wife all at the same time. It takes many years before she truly begins to understand who Feyre actually is and sometimes she isn’t who others think.

Azriel, loyal and quiet will never condemn her for that. He takes the changes in her as they are and soon so soon she realizes that he is her closet companion and confidant.

They do not name it, do not even think it. Not when Rhysand has a direct link to Feyre’s mind. Not when she will die with him when the end does come.

One day Azriel gets injured for her. More than one wound on his body. She quietly treats them all, tells him about childhood scrapes. The last thing she does is tend to a scar on his face. Her hands shake with gentleness and he breathes deeper than he remembers being able to. Maybe not since he could sleep against his mother’s chest.

He prays the scar never heals.

There is a time when Feyre is falling apart. Azriel does not talk to her, does not try and shock her out of it. He simply lets her lace their fingers and squeeze til he begins to loose feeling. Any spectators would think they were two people just standing near each other.

Feyre meanwhile has never felt so held as she has by those scared fingers. The ones who keep her upright with the barest pressure. The ones that hold but do not cannot covet. She rubs her fingers at times, like she can pretend that she is still there. That he is still holding her together.

[batboys-cumdumpster]

Me: minding my own business, getting ready for work

Brain: Feyre x bat boys foursome

Me: sighs, not right now ffs

Brain: Rhys sitting calmly in a chair with a drink in his hand while he slowly loses his mind with lust watching Az and Cass worship Feyre

Me: .... I'm listening

[theautumnfox]

Putting Feysandriel in a box and sitting on it like Cleopatra's box of bees

[lillsdisturbinglife]

We need more Azriel and Feyre content!!!