Random One Shot Stories

My Shadowsinger: Azriel x Reader

     Hey guys! This story is Az x Reader! Some details to help you understand better! vvv

Y/N = Your Name
Y/NI = Your Nickname
M/N = Middle Name
*your nickname in this story is supposed to be an abbreviation of your middle name (exp. Emily = Em) but doesn't have to be if you don't want that :)

This story is in first person but lmk if y'all would rather have 2nd or 3rd person POVS :) thanks for reading! <3

      I was in my room, in the town house that Feyre and Rhys also occupied. They had moved things around so that the guest room for Az and Cass that had two twin beds in it, now had a full bed and different decorations for me.
    I had just eaten lunch after working with Cassian all morning with training. We had run for 45 minutes straight before spending hours on hand to hand combat, which was basically me, punching his padded hands, and really burned by the way.
    After taking a bath, because apparently showers aren't a thing in this place, I wrapped myself in the fuzzy, white robe that hung by the bathroom door and went to put on some clothes. Opening my dresser I picked out my underwear, slipped them on underneath my robe and turned to grab a hanging shirt from the rack by the wall.
    As I reached the rack, about to pull the shirt off the hanger, a knock sounded at my door.
I swear to God if that's Cassian asking to train some more I'll punch him without the pads right here. I groaned as I trotted to the door, opening it wide enough to see into the dimly lit hallway.
    Azrial stood outside in front of me, shadows creeping over his shoulders and interlacing with his fingers. And Cauldron damn me but.. Damn was he hot.
    "Hey Azrial, what's up?" I say as I step to the side, an invitation for him to come into the room. He did, his shoulder grazing mine as he passed, sending shivers and heat coursing through my arm.
    I closed the door and turned to face him. "Is everything okay?" He hadn't said anything, as he stood by my bed now, his eyes grazing over the room.
    "Yes, yes." He said, gently. "Rhys wanted me to check on you and see how your training with Cassian has been. And he and I wanted to check how you were doing with your control." He cleared his throat, fidgeting from one foot to another as his eyes met mine.
    My control... My power, my magic is what he meant. But when he said that, my mind went to a completely other kind of control. The control that took every fiber of energy in my bones to not leap across the room to the Illyrian in front of me, into his arms, and kiss him until the sun set and long after.
    "Oh, ya well the training thing is going well, I think. Other than Cassian kicking my ass everyday, I think I'm improving quickly. And with the power thing, I actually wanted to show you something. What I did the other day." "But first-" I held up a finger. "Let me dress real quick. Don't move."
    I yank the shirt from the rack I was going for earlier and grabbed a pair of Illyrian styled leather pants from my dresser, very popular around here, and surprisingly extremely comfortable.
    Once in the bathroom, the door shut behind me, I changed as fast as I could. I looked in the mirror before I left. Checking to make sure I looked good for the Shadowsinger waiting for me on the other side of the door.
    I turned and, opening the door, stepped back into the bedroom, Azrial still in the same spot I left him. His eyes raked over my body as I walked towards him, stopping about four feet in front of him. His gaze met mine, curiosity sparking his eyes. His shadows were still creeping around his neck and wings, but they were confined to him, not touching anything around him.
    I opened up my hand and breathed in once, twice, thrice, then, pushing all my power into my palm and also pulling on the energy Azrial was displaying, a smog of black clouds arose from my palm. It surrounded my hand, slowly starting to travel up my arm. I focused the energy to my other hand too, bringing the dark shadow to both palms now as it increased up the length of my arm.
    "Stop!" Azriel's voice was never a yell, never really even over the comforting level he always portrayed, especially to me. But his voice then was like ice cutting through snow, knocking my concentration out from under me. I dropped the shadows, my powers reining back in, releasing the energy back to the Shadowsinger across from me.
    Confusion swept over me, my cheeks flooding with heat as I looked up to his face. He was angry. "Did- did I hurt you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Tears sprang to my eyes, threatening to spill over as the realization of hurting him, causing him pain, smacked me in the face.
    "It didn't hurt Rhys when I did it last night in the sitting room. Though I only took enough to light a candle on the window sill. I'm so so sorry Azriel." My voice cracked on his name as I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes after what I had done to him.
    But after a few beats of silence I couldn't bear the tension any longer. I looked up, my eyes locking with his. Anger, no, fury marked his face. Of course he would be furious with me. What the hell was wrong with me? I screw up everything! I didn't take my eyes from his as we just stood there, four feet apart. And as I stared into the deep ocean of fury, I saw a flash of fear shine through his eyes.
    Was he scared of me? "Are you- are you afraid of me?" I whispered, not being able to contain the tears that dripped down onto my cheeks.
    Too fast for me to comprehend, Azriel's expression shifted. His eyes filled with sadness and worry. But not worry for him, worry for me. He was in front of me with two steps, one hand resting on my waist, the other wiping away my tears with the back of it.
    "My sweet Y/N, you did not hurt me." He breathed into the air between us. "And I would never be scared of you, ever. I am afraid of myself, my shadows. You should be afraid of me." His eyes were scanning my face, his hand going down to the other side of my waist.
    "Why would I be afraid of you, Sunshine?" I smiled lightly, remembering our inside joke from our first magic lesson when I got here a month ago. I wasn't very fond of the idea of training my magic. I would rather just get some siphons to keep it under control, since I wasn't going to use it. And then when he insulted me, calling me weak and afraid, I snapped at him, calling him 'Sunshine' with a pointed look at the shadows slipping over his shoulders.
    His eyes lightened a little at the name, his hand tightening its grip on my waist. But then shifted back to serious as he spoke.
    "I never want you to be scared of me, of my shadows. But they can be-" He struggled to find the word he wanted to use to describe the darkness looming around him.
    "Beautiful? Mysterious? Sexy?" I smiled, lifting my hand to the back of his neck. Damn I was confident right now. But he already knows what I feel for him, so what the hell.
    He looked down at me, his eyes an intensity that made my whole core shake. "Nerve racking. Confining. Dark." He whispered, pain flashing through his eyes.
    "I think I can handle a little darkness, Shadowsinger." I purred into his ear, inching closer to his body.
    But I was only met with the sudden sting of cold as his hands left my waist and he backed up a few steps, taking my breath with him. His eyes were sad as he clenched and unclenched his hands at his side, a nervous tick I had grown fond of. Not so much right now, though.
    "I- I don't understand. I thought you liked me? Has your mind changed?" A sharp pain ricocheted down my chest, leaving me breathless as new tears started to form, blurring my vision.
    "No, no of course not, Y/N." His voice was quiet, but not weak as he studied the walls behind me.
    Hot red anger replaced my sadness as I stood in front of him, waiting for an explanation. But it didn't come. That's it? Are you actually serious right now? Of course not Y/N... that's all he had to say?
    "That's it?" I spit, not hiding my anger behind the words. "I mean, I don't want to sound entitled here, but I think I deserve more of an explanation then that." I scuffed, ignoring the throb in my chest at the sight of Az's face scrunching up in an effort to keep from crying. His eyes flickered to mine, piercing into my soul like fire into ice.
"Az-" I sobbed, giving up on hiding my pain, my hurt. "Please."
Before my brain could catch up fast enough, Azriel was stalking up to me, grabbing me at the waist and pushing me back, back, back, until I hit the wall behind me, my breath knocking from my lungs at the sudden contact from him. His hands moved down to my hips, pushing them into the wall, trapping me against it.
His body pinned me to the wall, his hips on mine, our chests a hair away from each other. His face was so close to mine, his mouth was so close, so close I could feel every breath. I could practically taste him, my lips itching for the contact.
He searched my face, over and over again, confliction in his eyes. His gaze landed on my mouth, slightly open as I tried to hold myself to the wall and not slam my lips onto his. Easier said than done.
He inched closer, his mouth a breath away from my own. Torture, this was torture and complete bliss at the same time. God, what this winged Shadowsinger could do to me was completely and utterly humiliating.
He breathed heavily into my mouth, his thumbs tracing circles into my hip bones, his legs pressing against mine, teasing me. A small moan escaped me, a plea to soothe the ache building in my stomach.
His head came forward, but not in the direction I wanted it to. Instead he dug his face into my neck, his hands leaving my thighs and slamming into the wall behind me. He breathed in slowly, inhaling all of me, before exhaling. My hands found his neck, and I slid my fingers into his hair, weaving them around the soft curls on his head.
"Azzz" I breathed into his neck, letting the desperation seep through.
I braced my hands on either side of his face, pulling him up to look at me. His brows were pulled together, confliction, hunger, heat pouring through his eyes. "Please" I whispered, laying my head fully against the wall behind me, and closing my eyes, preparing for the sharp pain to pierce my heart as it always does when Azriel walks away from me.
"I- I cant touch you. Don't you want someone who can touch you without making you cringe in disgust?" His voice cracked on the last word, shattering my heart in a million pieces.
His palms were scarred from the tortrue his step brothers put him through. He was born out of wedlock, from an affair that went too far. His father hated him, and locked him in a cellar his whole childhood, with free reign for his true sons to torment him as they pleased. One of them decided to see what fire on skin looked like, using Azriel as the lab rat.
I cringed away from the image.
Slowly, carefully, I grasped Az's wrists in my hands, bringing them off the wall and in front of me. I looked up into his eyes as tears fell down his cheeks. I brought his left hand, palm out, to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. Then bringing the other one up as well and doing the same.
Carefully, I placed both his palms flat on my face, feeling the warmth spread through me from his touch. Yes, I could feel the lines and ridges of his scarred skin. But I didn't think of them as ugly or gross. Not at all.
"These scars-" I say, my hands over his as they frame my face. "Are not ugly. They are beautiful. They are proof that you are the strongest, bravest person I know. And that you survived. You survived, and that's the most beautiful thing I could ask for." I whisper, my eyes drowning in his as the fear and insecurities wash away.
Then very slowly, Azriel leans in and puts his forehead against mine. He breaths in my scent, letting it consume him as his scent does me. And finally leans down and presses his lips to mine.
At first it was soft, gentle. A toe dipping into the water. A test on his self control. But after a few heartbeats the kiss grew stronger, deeper, hungrier.
Az's hands dropped down to my hips, pushing them further into the wall, his own pressing down onto mine. My hands threaded back into his hair, fingers curling as his hands started to roam my body. His fingers traveled down, down, to my thighs and then back up to rest right below my chest.
His lips broke from mine, pulling a moan from me as he crashed his mouth down onto my neck, nipping and kissing a trail up to my jaw, over to below my ear, then down to my collar bone. I could already feel the marks settling on my neck, a claim that I belonged to him and him only.
    I noticed, from the back of my eyelids, that the sun coming in through the window was dimming. Like it was either setting or someone pulled the curtains together. I opened my eyes to be met with a black fog surrounding the two of us. Az's shadows were everywhere. Inclosing us in a cocoon of darkness, wrapping us in warmth and comfort.
His hands slipped underneath my shirt, making my breath catch as his fingers trailed up and settled just above my belly button, his thumbs tracing circles on my stomach. His lips left my neck, only to land on the center of my throat and trail down.
He was now kneeling in front of me, hands raising my shirt as he looked into my eyes, silently asking permission to continue. I nodded once, all words being thrown out the window as my shirt lifted over my head and was thrown onto the ground.
I can't believe this is happening, oh my Gods! I was screaming to myself, letting the pleasure of his fondles consume all my senses. His hands, his mouth, his breath, his stare, all of him, was intoxicating. I was drunk on his touch.
He kissed and nipped and sucked at the skin on my stomach, I'm sure leaving marks there as well. He made his way up, up, up to my chest, reaching his hand to my back and unclasping my bra. I was now bare, waist up, in front of him.
The insecurity washed over me immediately, making my hands shoot up to cover myself from his stare. My face heated as blood pooled in my cheeks.
Az looked up at me, still on his knees before me. He stood, placing his hands on my waist as he stared into my eyes, the intensity making my heart throb and my brows loosen. He lifted one of his hands off of my waist and cupped my cheek. Both my hands were still covering my chest in a pathetic attempt to cover up.
"You dont ever have to cover up for me, Y/NI. You are beautiful, inside and out. If you want to stop, we can, but you have to know that you have no reason to be insecure." Az places his thumb and index finger on my chin, lifting my face up to look at him.
My heart fluttered at the nickname he called me. Y/NI. He was the only person who called me that. After telling him what my middle name was while we were walking through the garden out back one afternoon, he insisted on saying it every chance he got. I only laughed and called him an idiot as the satisfied smile grew on his face every time.
Y/N  M/N. He had mused. I have never heard such a beautiful pair of two names in my life. This made my heart warm. Azriel, Shadowsinger for the High Lord of the Night Court and most powerful Illyrian warrior in history, saying my name was beautiful.
Why Y/NI though? I laughed. I have heard many nicknames for myself as my friends tried to figure out something that fit, but never resulted in looking at my middle name instead. My smile grew as Azriel placed his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, pondering about what to say back.
I mean, I could make up a bunch of nicknames for you on the spot, none correlating to your name of course, but I think 'Y/NI' suits you. Not too long, not too sub-standard, and it goes off of your name. I think it's a win win for both of us.
As I stare into Az's eyes, a warm fuzzy feeling creeps down my throat and into my chest, settling. Tears flood my eyes, spilling over with no warning. I let my hands travel up Az's chest, stopping on the back on his neck.
"I- I love you, Azriel." I whispered, tears streaming down my face and dripping onto my stomach.
"I love you, Y/N. You are the burst of light that shines through my shadows." Az brings his hands to my cheeks and leans down, kissing away my tears.
"You are my life-" He kisses my forehead. "My soul-" He kisses my left cheek. My eyes flutter shut. "My everything-" He kisses my right cheek. He brings his mouth a breath away from mine, his scent consuming my whole being as I give myself, all of myself, to this man, this Shadowsinger, this Illyrian Warrior, standing in front of me, kissing away my fears.
"You are my Mate." He says before bringing his lips to mine, taking all of me, my soul, as he opens up to me completely.
And I feel it. The bond that shined so brightly before, but was pushed down by insecurity and fear. It was brighter than ever. A steel rope, connecting me and him, claiming us to each other.
"Mine" I purred into his lips.
"Yours" He whispered back.