Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue Ch. 4 [Finale?]

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”

Very important question, are there any Lucien x Reader where he is bonded to Elain, and angst ensues??? I need iiiit or I'm going to have to write iiiit

Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue Ch. 3

The Illyrians, as predicted, were starting to grow impatient. There was no war to fight, no challenge to overcome, no army to best. You were completely oblivious to the situation until Cassian approached you one night. You were sitting down in the roof, enjoying the stars and the moon in the sky, the soft breeze of the final days of summer with a cup of tea in your hands. You watched him land gracefully before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you. He seemed to be preparing himself to ask you something, trying to find the most convincing way of doing so. You repressed a smile at his body language, aware of the topic that he was about to bring up. Nesta had told you the day before.

"Hi, Cass"

"Enjoying that tea?", he smiled.

"Yeah, do you want one?", you offered.

"No. I'm...", he looked forward to the city of Velaris. "I want to talk to you"

"Sure"

"We've been dealing with some restlessness in the camps, and I was wondering if you would be willing to help"

"I'm willing to listen", you answered putting your cup down.

"That's all I could ask for. You are really talented with magic and you have that amazing gift to control the weather"

"Oh, don't flatter me", you chuckled and he winked at you in return.

If you could just fall in love with someone like Cassian. A man so honest and sweet, emotionally mature and understanding, close and kind to everyone, patient. It was hard not to think how easy things could be. But maybe easy wasn't for you. Not like you had difficult either. You instead had a whole lot of nothing.

"I want to bring you to the Windhaven camps"

"I mean... I see where this is going, but the idea of a camp full of illyrians is not very... appetizing?"

“I know, but I’m the general and I have to ensure our court’s armies are not in shambles. If another war was to take place, we need to be ready”

“And you want me to…?”

“I want you to make them suffer, to be completely honest. Many of them think they have nothing else to learn, that they can defeat any enemy that stands up to them, but they can’t. You know how close we were to lose against Hybern. We can’t afford a rebellion in the ranks”, he sighed, he must have been concerned about this issue for a while now, trying to find a solution. “You can give them the harshest climate conditions they’ve ever been on. They might be used to the snow and the cold in the mountains, but they haven’t had the chance to experience much more. It’s not just my job as their general to keep them well trained and busy, it is also my duty to Rhys to make sure our army can protect this court”

It was obvious he was a good general, but you had never see him talking about this topic firsthand. He really cared, even if the illyrians refused to respect him, or Rhys or Azriel, the way they should. He had no problem putting his own issues with them aside and choosing to do the right thing.

“Let’s say I will go up there”, you began. “Is Rhysand aware of this?”

“He is, and he agrees it’s a good idea. I’m not sure how he didn’t come up with it before I did”, he smiled timidly.

“You underestimate yourself sometimes, Cass.”

He gave you a grateful look.

“Apart from the whole ”camp with a bunch of winged warriors“ thing, you know I don’t have much practice at this, right? Most of the time I affect the weather without realizing and the times I do it intentionally it’s because I’ve been triggered by something”

“Oh, I noticed”

You kicked in the ribs and he chuckled.

“It’s a chance for you to train as well, not just for them”, he got up and stretched his wings. “Come on, give me a yes”, he said extending his hand down to you with a smile on his beautiful face.

No wonder even Nesta couldn’t resist this man.

“Okay, yes”, you answered reaching out to him before he pulled you up and hugged you.

Rhysand stood over the table in his new kitchen, another one of the tastefully styled rooms by Feyre when he gifted the new house to her. Cassian and you sat down next to each other, while Azriel watched from the doorway, resting against the frame.

"What radius are we talking about?", Rhys asked.

"I'm not sure, I haven't done much more than a relatively small area above me. But we could use the opportunity to check"

"It could be interesting"

“I’d like to reiterate that I don’t have that much control over this power”

"That sounds to me like even a better reason to train then"

“Rhysand”, Azriel said suddenly. “A word”

I had an awful week and I barely wrote anything... but I do have the outline for the rest of Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue :D It should be at least two chapters more, but could be more because I don't like long chapters usually, so we'll see how it goes

Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue Ch. 2

Your eyes darted everywhere. The obscene figures in the walls, the spiteful looks from the fae that you crossed… Hewn City was just as described. Not even the others were spared from the looks of disapproval. Not even Rhysand, their High Lord. He had explained to you the situation beforehand, but you had doubts, assumed he might be exaggerating. You had none now.

He and Feyre had also warned you about the roles they all played when they visited the Court of Nightmares and instructed you to follow three simple rules: not show emotion, not speak unless they ordered me to and to treat them extrictly as High Lord and High Lady. Easy, you thought. Keep silent and invisible. And the people there clearly hated them so much that you barely drew any attention.

When the group reached the throne room, you positioned yourself with the rest, a few steps behind Cassian and Azriel. You didn’t get to see the whole performance, as they were both way taller than you, but you were glad. You had no interest in whatever this was and wasn’t paying attention. Someone approached the throne, would try to get something from Rhysand, he would play the bad, cruel lord, and some bickering would ensue. Repeat. You were soon completely distracted and mentally far away from the place. At least, until the word “human” reached your ears. When you looked ahead, you peeked a male fae pointing in your direction. Both Azriel and Cassian had tense stances now. 

“Yes, you!”, the unknown fae screamed.

By the time your brain catched up with what was going on -someone was really mad that not only their half-fae High Lord was there, but that he had brought an actual human with him into their court- Azriel had already launched himself towards him and held him by his neck with the most enraged stare you had ever seen. 

Nevertheless, you couldn’t say you were fazed by the situation. When you are born in Prythian looking completely human, you get used to the denigrating behaviour of the average fae. It was imprinted at this point. The sense of inadequacy, the feeling of not belonging, not even in your own birthplace.

“Azriel”, you called him. “It’s okey” 

“It’s not” 

“Stop-it” 

He frowned and it took a few seconds for him to throw the fae to the floor. On purpose, most probably, he threw him against the cold marble with great force, the sound of his body hitting the stone the only thing breaking the silence in the throne room.

Dangerously fast, Azriel was right in front of you, staring down at you. Furious.

“He doesn’t get to disrespect you like that”, he growled.

“Still, I can defend myself”

You saw the skepticism in his eyes and, honestly, you preferred the hate and disgust over the belittling look he gave you. He was one of the strongest illyrians and spymaster of the Night Court, he could make any fae tremble at the thought of him, no wonder he would consider pretty much anyone else weaker and helpless. But there was a reason Rhysand had vehemently insisted for you to join his court. The trinkets and the little magic tricks were fun, a distraction, but your magic was way more than that. And it rarely ever happened, but right now, you were fuming.

“I’m not Elain… or the other one, I don’t need your help”, you fumed. “I-don’t-need-saving”

There will be another chapter for the azriel x reader fic this weekend, I have pretty much written it already. Though it is getting out of hand, I'm enjoying it way too muuuuuch <33

Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue Ch. 1

The entirety of the kingdom of Prythian could feel the death of Amarantha. And so did you. After being trapped in that bloody tower for decades, you crossed the door bewildered. As your feet touched the grass beneath, you breathed the earthy smell of the forest. 

A few weeks later, all the confusion and turmoil left behind, you joined the Night Court’s Inner Circle. One of the few witches born in Prythian, a half-breed and a human looking immortal. You had your doubts at first, but the cabin in the woods with all your belongings had decayed and wasted away through the years. So you recovered what you could and headed to Velaris. 

Rhys had assigned you a pretty big room as you had requested, one where you could have a bed, storage space, a workbench and a hearth. All the basics any witch needed to elaborate trinkets, potions and spells. 

A few weeks went by, and you had grown accustomed to the house and the rest of the group living there. Though there was someone that, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t ignore.  His name was Azriel and he was just utterly beautiful.

You had barely shared a few words, most of them when you crossed each other in the hallways, your hair the most frizzy and out of control it could possibly be, missmatched pieces of clothing you had just thrown together and not a single drop of makeup to be found. If it wasn’t enough that you didn’t have the natural beauty fae had, he always had to catch you after a several hour session of work. You tried to play it as if you didn’t care, say hi and get out of his sight before he could tell you were ashamed by the tint of your cheeks.

He was busy most of the time and when he was at the house, he most probably was by the training ring. You had heard he had been helping Gwyn. You had also seen him talking to Elain. You watched him from afar with no hope or expectations. He was way above your league. Well, probably any fae in Prythian was. You had been living in the middle of nowhere for a reason. 

And the worst part was, apart from having to see how painfully good looking he was on a regular basis, that the couples in the circle were anything but discreet. You envied them.

You stared at the dress in front of you frowning. A ball was to be celebrated in the Wind Court today and you had been invited. You spent days thinking about it, weighing all your options. You had never been to a party like that. Fae from this court and others would be there. And you knew, by experience, that you couldn’t expect to be treated as you had been in Velaris. 

Mor talked you into buying a dress, just in case. And here it was: electric blue, elegant and stunning. You had tried to tame your hair for two hours and carefully applied makeup to your face for another one. By the time you dared putting it on, you could hear voices in the hallway. 

You opened the door slightly, trying not to make any noise, and peeked outside. Feyre and Mor were talking, already dressed and ready to leave. You sighed. You looked mediocre in comparison. Hours of effort for nothing. You suddenly felt pathetic in those clothes, like a child playing pretend. Maybe in a mortal court you would fit in, even stand out. You thought about it sometimes, especially after someone treated you like an inferior, disgusting thing, leaving Prythian and starting a new life. 

You closed the door carefully, took off your dress and threw it on the floor. You were on the verge of tears when someone knocked at your door. You took a deep breath and opened.

“We’re leaving. You are coming, right?”, Mor enquired. 

“I think I’ll pass”, you answered with an apologetic smile.

“Oh, come on. Please?” 

“Maybe another time?”

She didn’t insist much longer. When you heard their steps fading away, you fell on your bed. You cried silently, afraid that if there was someone left in the house they would hear you. You never knew what was quiet enough, you didn’t have their senses.

An hour later, after making sure the house was empty, you put your hair in a messy bun, took your bra off, got your summer pajamas on and went down to the kitchen. You knew exactly what you wanted: the salted caramel tub of ice-cream and a big spoon. You hopped onto the island and sat there. You moaned at the first spoonful. 

“Hungry?”

Nature is healing, I'm writing again...

Tamlin x Reader | Hunter

He was hunting you. His back resting against the wall, listening carefully to the sound of your steps. You slowed down, he slowed down. You turned, he turned. He knew your smell so well at that point, that he could have found you anywhere in his court. That intoxicating, alluring scent. From the second he met you, he knew. His mate.

He hated that you had been sent by another court to help the ruin this one had become. Suspicious at first, he reluctantly tolerated your presence there. He didn't trust you. But as the weeks went by, he grew used to the way your hair looked in those messy buns you wore when you were too lazy to put any effort, your naked neck so tempting. How you would ask how he was, especially when he was going through his ugliest moments, and he could barely contain the rage that had been eating him alive.

He realized Feyre had been nothing. Insignificant. He felt remorse for the way it had consumed him and wondered if she came to the same conclusion when Rhysand had taken her.

Even if he had refused to acknowledge you as his mate, eventually it became impossible. He had already started to let go before making the decision to surrender himself. The Spring Court was flourishing again, and Tamlin was flourishing with it. Because of you.

You had entered your room and stopped in front of your bed, untying your shoes. He tucked the golden lock that was covering his eye behind his ear and silently stepped in behind you and closed the door. You gasped as the noise surprised you.

"Tamlin!"

By the time you turned around, he was already towering over you, staring into your eyes with that familiar thirst.

"I think you deserve compensation for terrorizing you like this"

"Did you just scare me so you could owe me?", you chuckled.

"It is only fair", he held your cheeks in your hands to kiss you viciously, before pushing onto the bed.

Darth Vader x Reader | Twin Moons | Bonus Chapter

A year ago, the two of you had reached an agreement. A fragile, very risky, agreement.

Keeping a curated public image, you continued your days behaving as the typical superior and subordinate would. No displays of affection, not a single trace of anything beyond a professional relationship. You mimicked the way everyone else reacted and conducted themselves around him: with caution, docility and a constant dose of fear. Not that you had to fake much of it. You may have gotten closer than most, but neither would pretend he wasn’t Darth Vader. It wasn’t just about being caught. He was a risk himself.

You endured the lectures, punishments and trials expected, some by his own hand, some by others. You trained and worked tenaciously, always dancing over the line of averageness. Enough to be useful and worth of working with him as your boss, but always short of presenting yourself as competition in the intricate game of power within the Empire.

Your training with the Force never finished. There were no official sessions anymore, but he hadn’t stopped teaching you and testing your abilities. You had managed to damp it down, restrain it. Even though it would probably be useless if you were to meet the Emperor himself, it could save you a lot of trouble and attention from everyone else. It was a constant effort that had gained you a finesse and control over it that you never thought you would have.

It felt unnatural at first. This energy had been something natural and flowing, not to be reined in and obfuscated, but to be felt and experienced just as the wind or the sun could be. You worried sometimes about bursting. But if there was something that could push those thoughts aside, it was fear and of that you had plenty.

After a few weeks of routine, you got used to the rhythm. What you couldn’t get used to, was him. Actually him. Intimate, personal him.

Sex had so many shades. It was needy and abrupt when you had spent too much time apart, each on your own missions. It was slow and steady if you had the time and privacy. It was harsh and overpowering after you misbehaved.

There wasn't going to be but... oops, you triggered something and I wrote an extra chapter ^^ Here it comes

Din Djarin x Jedi!Reader | Memories Ch.3

The increasing pain in your back woke you up. Slowly, you opened your eyes to find yourself in a metallic room filled with artificial white light. You frowned when you noticed a pounding headache, as you raised your hand to rub your temple, you felt the pull in the other. Still confused and hazy, your blurry gaze spotted the handcuffs holding your wrists, pulsating against your skin with a blue glow.

You sat up in the steel bench. The side of your body you were resting on was cold and sore. You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind.

What was the last thing you remembered? Dark figures coming down from the sky? The frenetic race, uphill, trying to get to the child fast enough. The intense sting of a needle on the back of your neck. The sudden lose of sensation. The world fading away.

You stood up, resting against the wall after a few steps. Immediately, you noticed the lack of weight on your left hip. Your light saber. You looked around the room, praying it was lost in the dusty terrain of Corvus and not in the hands of some imperial scumbag. 

The child. Where was he? If he was in the ship, you should be able to sense him. Your clarity wasn’t returning as fast as you wished, but once you were aware of your surroundings and situation, the initial confusion cleared up. Now, apart from physically uncomfortable, the headache remained pulsating and more muscles were aching than what you had realized at first, probably stimulated by the walking.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and let the presence of the force wash over you. It felt comforting, familiar. Somewhere close, a few walls away, you felt an aura matching yours. It was calm, asleep maybe. Grogu. You sighed in relief. You took a few more seconds to comb the rest of the place, Din wasn’t there. 

Din. You thought about him, having lost you two in a blink. Guilt washed over you. Not only did you let yourself get caught, you lost the child too and left Din behind. Alone. 

The sounds of a stormtrooper pacing along the hall caused you to lose your train of thought. When he passed in front of your cell, his steps slowed down, but kept walking forward. This part of the ship seemed pretty empty, judging by the lack of noise, just the sound of the engines in the background. 

You took a few steps towards the door and rested your palm on it.Thick steel, solid. You could take it with a couple of strong force pushes. You let your hand slide off. The handcuffs though... The strange colour in the side in contact with your skin was slightly unsettling. Those weren’t normal shackles, but you had to get them off somehow. You went back to the bench and sat with your legs crossed. You focused on tearing them apart in the middle, through the force, so you could at least separate both hands. 

You felt the steel starting to give in. As it started to tremble, you felt a sudden sting in the inner side of both wrists. You shrieked before the lights went off and you fell unconscious.

The sound of a fight woke you up again. Your head kept aching, probably even more than before. Raising your left sleeve, you found a band aid. You stood up and walked to the door, where you rested your ear against the cold metal. Gunshots. Struggle. You gasped. He was here. You had to admit that even though you’ve always known that he was extremely capable, you were impressed. 

Inspired by his resolution, you felt the call of the force around you. It was the moment. With a swift movement, you called onto your energy, pulling your arms in opposite directions, and snapped the handcuffs in two. You threw one fist in the air, pointing to the door and yanked the door back into the hall. Pleased with yourself, you left the cell. 

In the hall, three doors away, a mandalorian also exited a cell, accompanied by the now weak and powerless Moff Gideon and the little green child on his arms.

“Din!”, you called out, running awkwardly towards them trying to ignore the dizziness. 

As you approached him, you took note of the saber in his hand, glowing in a very similar manner to the lightsabers you had seen so many times. With a quick click, it retracted. His shoulders dropped and you noticed he looked down to your wrists, each still trapped in their own half of the shackles. One hand on your cheek, he pressed his helmet against your forehead for just a moment. 

Din had never felt so powerless before. Looking at the sky, the shapes of the dark troopers carrying the bodies of the only two people he loved, he felt as if he had been trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t escape. The seconds after the light cruiser disappeared into the sky and silence goberned again were agonizing. He prayed, to what he didn’t really know, that you would come back to his side again.

When he stared down at the dust that was now the Razor Crest, his chest hurt. He had lost everything in a matter of minutes. Everything. And yet, he didn’t allow himself to falter. He took the dusty path down to where his two new sidekicks awaited, his heart pounding. As he walked, his foot kicked something. Your lightsaber laid on the ground covered in dust.

Crouching down, he picked it up and firmly held the grip. He was determined to get both of you back to him.

Din and you reunited with the rest of his crew in the deck. You were having a hard time following what was happening, still a bit hazy. A few seconds before a misterious shape appear in the monitors, you felt it. An energy like no other, familiar somehow. The hooded figure slashed through the dark troopers like butter with his beaming green lightsaber. You knew, but didn’t say anything. You were tired, still engulfed by the brain fog you had woken in, and didn’t feel like explaining. 

When he came into the deck, you kept your eyes away from him. And then, you realized. He would take the child, even if you had decided to train him, he would take him away and you wouldn’t do anything. 

You felt Din’s presence suddenly close to you and you raised your sight from the floor to his helmet. You both knew you would choose the best for Grogu. And what could be better than a Skywalker? To be away from the crime, the hiding, the dealing... No words were said. You reached to hold his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. 

He took a few steps towards the seat Grogu was sitting in and picked him up. You booped his little nose and whispered a few words of goodbye. Din walked forward and spoke softly to the child. As surprised as the rest, you watched him take off his helmet. If your heart was hurting, you didn’t want to know how he would be feeling seeing his unexpected son walk away, maybe forever. 

As the couple and little R2D2 -surprisingly in good shape after all those years- disappeared behind the elevator doors, you went to Din’s side and held his hand, resting your head against the side of his arm. You would stay there with him, staring at the nothingness, as long as he needed.

I’m writing Jedi!Reader x Din, where reader and Grogu get taken by Gideon. It will be the third chapter for the mini series (it was requested too). I’m just having trouble these few weeks writing... January is never a great month for me honestly :c