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starcrossed - azriel shadowsinger x reader

-> in a world in which the cauldron grew tired of mates never finding each other, faeries are born with a constellation of stars on their skin that match only one other faerie. after years of never finding your match, everything snapped into place.

-> acotar soulmate au! some sweet fluff mostly with a little action in it :) i just have something for writing about azriel meeting his mate i can't help it. i also don't know how i feel about this writing so don't judge it too harshly please <3

rhysand's town home was packed with the night court and the utter largeness of their presence. azriel and cassian did not bother to tuck their wings in and instead let them drape over the back of the couch where they sat with legs spread. mor and amren took up arm chairs on either side of the couch, feyre was seated calmly next to rhysand, and you were perched on the edge of the couch closest to azriel.

an emergency meeting was called and within seconds of the communication going out, the living room was filled and heartbeats were racing. emergency meetings were reserved for dire cases only as each member of the court was impossibly busy with their own duties.

"there's a lot of movement happening in hybern right now and we don't like the sound of it," rhysand said with a serious, grave voice. "things are going to happen sooner than we would like, but we need to be prepared. knowledgeable."

azriel shifted in his seat which made you straighten out your back and prepare for your duties. you had an odd position in the night court as both healer and spy when need be. you worked and trained with azriel to assist him in the field and when he shifted in his seat, you knew that you were about to be gone for several days once more.

"azriel and y/n will go to hybern to listen in and try to figure out what they are working towards. mor will stay here in velaris in case what they are preparing holds danger over our people's heads. cassian, feyre, and i will go to illyria and alert them of new information. amren will continue to read these books because it may just be our last line of defense," rhysand called out orders with the grace of a high lord who was made for this job.

you noticed how feyre's hands trembled with nervousness and her fingers ran over the small pattern of stars on her wrist. rhysand's hand intertwined with hers and as an act of reassurance, he flipped his hand over, revealing his own pattern of stars to feyre again.

watching the interaction, your own hand traveled up to your collarbone where there rested your own little constellation of stars. the stars that would signal to you that you had found your mate, the one for you, forever. and yet, the years pass and you had yet to find that person with the matching constellation along their collarbone.

suddenly, azriel's hand touching you shoulder brought you out of your reverie. "come on, let's go get ready," he said. you stood up and followed him up the stairs of the town home to the roof where he held his arms open for you to climb into so you didn't have to walk to the house of wind.

"do you think this'll be a bad mission?" you asked azriel over the whipping of wind around your heads. his wing subtlety closed in on you so that you wouldn't have to strain to hear his words.

"i don't know. hybern could be planning anything. we need to be on our guard at all times," he answered back. even his shadows seemed to be nervous about what was coming. they whirled around your figure, one coming to rest on your collarbone, just above the stars.

azriel's feet landed with a soft thud on the shores of hybern. with gentle movements, he released you from his arms where you adjusted your clothing after so long spent flying. you were dressed in illyrian fighting gear, blades strapped all along your chest. down along your waist, however, were not more weapons but rather healing supplies that would prove important in a dire situation.

azriel was a vision of coldness. his gaze was fixed upon the land before him and despite the wind from the sea messing your hair, he was perfectly fine. on his body was matching illyrian fighting gear with his blue syphons gleaming brightly. truth-teller was sitting on his torso, gems glinting in the sun.

there was a second where you felt something deep down flutter, an unexplained notion that azriel was attractive but it was squashed upon entry. you had a job to do and that job was not staring at the high lord's spymaster despite the odd urges in your chest calling you to do so.

azriel sent his shadows ahead of the two of you as scouts, whispering in his ear of the things they saw ahead. you followed behind him silently, feet carefully stepping on the ground and eyes scanning every inch of what lay before you.

suddenly, a shadow perked up and pointed azriel to the left of both of you. there, a soft hum sounded from something and you weren't sure what it was which was all the more terrifying. azriel didn't dare to move an inch closer and your feet held the same pause.

"what is that?" you whispered as quietly as possible.

"i don't know," he whispered back. "stay alert. i don't want anything to happen to you."

later, when you were safe, you would wonder what prompted him to say that. was it the fact that you held the healing supplies which he knew nothing about? was it because you were his best partner in these missions? or was there something else? the pull that you had felt earlier?

none of that mattered right now though. right now, there was a mysterious hum coming from the left of you on territory that it is growing more dangerous to be on by the minute. azriel thought for a second, his careful eyes trained to his side. slowly, he went to grab a small blade from the holster around his hip when his large wing brushed against the ground. within a matter of milliseconds, hundreds of ash daggers shot from the origin of the humming.

you rolled, dodged, ducked, and winnowed all to avoid the attack. in the midst of the chaos, you lost sight of azriel which petrified you.

"azriel!" you shouted with little care about who on hybern heard you.

in just a few short moments, the ash dagger swarm stopped and in the silence, you heard a faint male groaning coming from behind you. with a turn quick enough to make your head spin, you found azriel on the ground, clutching at his sides which were rapidly spilling blood. with a whisper of a swear, you dropped to your knees to examine the damage.

your hands found the buttons on his gear, but with great effort, his hands stopped yours. "you gotta get out of here," he choked out.

"no, i'm not leaving you here. i won't," you whispered back, shrugging his grip on your hands off. it would be difficult to do, but you could winnow the two of you out of here, at least off of hybern's land. your palm found azriel's shoulder and for a second you felt like you were falling, but then you appeared on the shores away from hybern. the mortal lands, you realized. it was a risky manuever, but the beach seemed clear of humans. despite azriel's groans, you dragged him back from the ocean and to the forest line.

the fighting gear you had on was impossibly heavy and only inhibiting your ability to efficiently help azriel. with a quick flourish, you tugged off the leather, revealing the thin tank top you wore underneath. there at the top of your collarbone peaked the tattoo of stars which you had completely forgotten about. azriel made no noise, but his eyes immediately fell to the patch.

"i have to take these off of you so i can see where you're hurt," you told azriel. if he protested, you would still have to do it. the wound was too deep and too messy to heal from the outside.

gently, you pulled the leather away from azriel's body which caused him to groan more. with one final wince, he laid on the rough ground shirtless. there, at the top of his collarbone, was a littering of stars. in the same pattern as your own. there was no notice on your part as the wound your hands were currently working on healing took up your attention.

but then, just as you reached for an ointment tucked in the pocket of your pants, there was a touch to your hand. you looked up finally with a wild look in your eyes that told azriel how panicked you were about losing him.

that moment of eye contact, while azriel is slowly healing himself, while you were breathing deeply to calm your worry, is when it snapped. your eyes shot down to his collarbone where the tattoo of stars seemed to shine. azriel reached out a weak arm to trace your own version of the stars on your collarbone.

"i really didn't expect that, you know?" you whispered.

there was that pull again, the one from earlier. and then azriel's shadows reached out to you again, dancing around your form, circling the spot on your collarbone as they had before. they knew long before you did.

"there's no better time like the present," azriel shrugged but immediately followed it up with a groan.

you were shook back into reality and continued your healing. your eyes kept flitting back and forth from the wound closing on azriel's side to the stars on his collarbone that matched yours.

the man that you had spent so long side by side with. the man that you learnt everything from. the man that was your closest companion for years. when he felt strong enough, you would winnow him closer and closer to the night court before he could fly into velaris. there, you'd take him to your kitchen, make him dinner, and accept the bond.

for now, you appreciated this feeling of quiet understanding in both of you that you had found the one you were meant to be with, no matter if the bond snapped into place on a beach in the mortal lands with your healing hands tirelessly working on your mate.

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kingofthering · 1 year

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Piarlos + Discovery

Carlos likes boys.

It’s not a discovery that Pierre expects to make when he walks into the paddock that day but everyone here is a gossip and some of the guys are going on about how Carlos had a boyfriend during summer break and “yes a cousin of a girl from my sister’s high school saw him holding hands with a guy and they were kissing too” and “I’m fairly sure they broke up, though”.

He doesn’t comment on it. Pierre would assume he hears about the rumors but there are so many of them always floating around, the people concerned rarely make it a point to prove them right or wrong. Carlos is there and he smiles at Pierre when he sees him after quali, bumping their fists together and congratulating Pierre for his pole. Carlos wins the race that weekend and when they’re on the podium together, spraying each other with a cheap equivalent of champagne, Pierre idly wonders what it would be like if Carlos had a man with him to kiss and hug to celebrate.

Pierre might like boys too.

It’s not that Pierre thinks a lot about what Carlos maybe being gay (bi? you can still use gay when you’re bi, no? anyway, labels are bad, he shouldn’t be thinking about them) entails except for how he maybe does, way too much.

Pierre watches him, observes him when he interacts with other drivers and members of the paddock, tries to figure out if there is anything different from the Carlos Pierre knew before summer break (straight Carlos, or so he thought) but of course, there isn’t. Pierre just ends up looking at Carlos a lot.

Because Pierre is 18 years old and his brain is working at full capacity, he imagines a lot of things in his head. He watches Carlos with another pretty guy and he wonders what it would be like if Carlos just tugged him against him, held his hand, kissed his mouth. It gets him hot and he feels mildly ashamed about it. And then Pierre looks at other boys, Carlos not in the picture, and he wonders what it would be like to be close to them. He doesn’t know how Carlos does that. He thinks he might want it too.

Pierre thinks he especially likes Carlos.

This might be their first season competing in the same championship (Carlos already in Formula Renault 3.5 the year before while Pierre was still in 2.0) but they’ve known each other for close to two years now, the perks of both being Red Bull juniors who are invited to the same camp and events sometimes.

Carlos has always been nice to Pierre, never caring about their two-year age difference (a year and a half, Pierre likes to insist on, Carlos always repeats the words back to him with a smile) and always hanging out with Pierre when he gets the occasion.

Pierre will admit that Carlos is the one guy who he looks for after a quali or a race, ready to debrief and share opinions even if they’re not technically on the same team.

And then there’s the whole feeling stupidly happy when Carlos invites him to play FIFA with him or they get to have lunch together and share silly stories together.

Pierre is still watching Carlos. He can recognize the line of his shoulders from a line-up and he has the sound of Carlos’ laugh committed to memory now.

He’s fine.

Carlos might like Pierre too.

Carlos wins the championship. Pierre finishes right behind him.

They already know that Carlos is getting a Red Bull seat the next year and Pierre will move on to Formula 2.

“Crush them out there, they won’t know what hits them,” Pierre tells Carlos when they’re supposed to part ways. He’s extending an arm to Carlos and Carlos takes it, bringing Pierre into a hug. “Don’t become a stranger, eh.”

Carlos hugs him tight and Pierre feels any awkwardness that might have been lingering leave his body.

When they separate, Carlos keeps one hand on Pierre’s shoulder, thumb rubbing the joint over Pierre’s hoodie. “You should come to see me this winter, in Madrid. I’ll show you around.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think we can have a good time together.”

send me a pairing + a word and I'll write a little something.

#carlos sainz #pierre gasly #f1 rpf #prompt fill #my writing #1055 #i can't believe my first time writing piarlos is this #i don't know how to feel about this #also the only time pierre got pole and carlos won was in late september but i do not care #set in 2014 if that wasn't clear enough

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