BABES! I just had the best thought
okay, so, hear me out,
So, Azzy and reader are in a relationship, right?
but nobody knows about, though it’s really obvious, and one day they’re out on a date or smth and Cassian like, walks into the restaurant and just see’s them and is like “wat?!👀👀” and then it’s just reader and Az trying to convince cassian not to tell the rest of the I.C.
that’s literally all I’ve been thinking about for the past like 10 minutes
okay, byeeee <333
when i tell you how much i love this idea, you would laugh at me. yES i love this. and i have no self control so im writing it. BEHOLD.
god i love writing cheeky cassian.
*ps ya'll, this aint count as a story, im just lettin it fall into the abyss of posts lmao
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"How have you been doing today?" I asked, twirling my straw around in my water. I looked at the winged male in front of me, seeing his hazel eyes flash up from where they were staring at the menu.
"Today hasn't been too bad, honestly. How's yours?" Azriel replied, dropping the menu back on the table and reaching out for my hand. I smiled as he grasped it gently in his, just for that little bit of contact. It was one of the things I loved about Azriel. His need to always be touching me. And although it made our "secret" relationship really obvious to everyone else, I still couldn't help the fact my heart burst with affection every time.
"Tiring, I had stupid paperwork," I grumbled unhappily. "Paperwork is the worst."
"I agree," Azriel snorted, smiling wide.
Now, at that moment, both of our dumbasses were completely so locked into each other's eyes that we didn't see when another burly Illyrian warrior sauntered into the restaurant we were having our weekly secret date. And we didn't notice when his jaw dropped open wide after seeing us, and then starting to march over like a male on a mission.
I heard his pounding footsteps though. I looked up, fingers tightening around Azriel’s. Cassian had the most shocked look on his face. He stopped a couple feet before the table, mouth agape and looking between Az and I with swift glances.
“Cass,” I regarded, anxiety now curling in my gut. This was supposed to be a secret.
"You two-" he started.
"Cassian," Azriel growled in a warning tone. "This stays between us, got it?"
Cassian snorted. "Oh yeah, turn on the scary tone, see if it works Az. It hasn't for the last 500 years, don't think it will now. I am so telling everyone. Even if its been obvious this entire-"
"Cassian," I now growled.
"Yes?" The warrior said, a smirk planted on his face.
"Don't tell anyone."
"No," Cassian laughed.
"Please don't tell anyone?" I asked, now in a more polite tone that hid the anxiety curling in my gut. Our relationship coming forth... both me and Az were afraid it would affect the team, and the team could not under any circumstance be affected.
"Cute, but not enough." Cassian was fucking proud of how stubborn he was right now, I realized.
Azriel stood up, still shorter than the other male. "Brother, don't."
"You'll have to stop me-" Cassian cackled, backing away and toward the door.
"Gods-" I swore, standing up as well. "Cassian, get your ass back over here."
I saw a couple others at the restaurant glancing over now and winced. So I marched past Az and grabbed Cassian, dragging him forcefully back over to the table and forcing him into a seat. I saw Azriel tighten his shadows over the male's wrists against the arms of the chair.
"You will not tell anyone," Azriel growled.
"I will tell everyone," Cassian replied cheekily. "So how long has it been official? You both suck at hiding it by the way."
Azriel groaned, sitting down again and rubbing his forefinger and thumb over his eyes, frustrated. I kicked Cassian from under the table.
"Tell no one," I ordered.
"Tell everyone."
"Tell no one."
"Tell everyone."
And that... ladies and gentlemen, and my nonbinary pals... is how Cassian found himself tied to a bedpost, with a gag in his mouth, in his own room.
And Az and I both continued our dinner like nothing had happened. We acted like we hadn't just had to threaten Cassian with his biggest fear.
After all, Bryaxis was my friend.
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Heyo, I saw your requests were open and I had an idea for Azris that has been killing me! So we all know that Azzie is severely traumatized by fire in his childhood and is probably deadky afraid of it. Enter Eris, his fire wielding mate. I was thinking of a fic where maybe the two of them are arguing about something or maybe Eris is upset and Azriel is pushing him to open up. And Eris loses control and lashes out with his power, burning Azriel with his fire. The angst would be horrific but sooo good. Becuz of Beron, I think Eris would hate himself cuz he thinks he's become like his father and Azriel has to convince him that they're alright
I completely understand if it's too dark or messed up (I'm sorry I love angst) Have a great day/ night regardless. I love your writing!!
We're Okay
Azriel x Eris (Azris)
word count: 2.2k
anon, you have come to the RIGHT PERSON for this one. first off, love the angst. angst is the BEST especially if its hurt/comfort like what you had in mind. (when it's finished, you might find my fic "non est vivere sed valere est" interesting to read if you enjoy this kind of stuff!)
anyway, I loved the idea and I really hope you enjoy :)
(also please note that this idea is FAR from being "too dark or messed up" because I've written way worse, I promise.)
WARNINGS: Panic attacks, lots of self-blame, mentions/references to domestic abuse (from both characters), burns and mentions of injuries (past and present)
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“Come on,” Azriel says, his fingers going up to rub his eyes in frustration. “Tell me. You know you can trust me.”
Eris shakes his head, curling his knees even tighter to his chest and shrinking down and wiggling just another inch away from his mate. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t. And why couldn’t Azriel just understand that? Eris was fine. Or would be. But with tears still staining his eyes, Azriel just couldn’t let it go.
“I’m fine,” he says, his breath hiccupping right after. “Just leave it, Az.”
Azriel sighs, his wings relaxing just a little bit behind where he kneeled in front of Eris.
“Eris,” he begins sternly. “You’re crying. And you just came from a family reunion. Would it be so bad to say that you’re lying?”
Eris glares at his mate through his tears. “Let it go,” he says, voice broken and nothing like the strong, unwavering tone he had been trying to get out. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not,” Azriel insists. “Please love, just tell me. Let me in.” Those hazel eyes shined with so much care and worry that Eris felt like throwing up.
“Leave it,” Eris growls, turning his head away in a futile attempt to hide the tears continuing to leak from his eyes.
He was just being a bit… off today. He’d gone to a family reunion with his brothers, Jax, Hue, and Kuhn in the Day Court with Helion, Lucien, and his mother. Nothing had gone wrong, per se, but emotionally, it’d taken a lot out of him. Helion kept calling him son and Lucien seemed happy and Jax even smiled a little bit-
It was just so tiring. Eris sometimes wished that he could be that happy, but in his mind, he doesn’t think he ever could. With burn scars littering his body from Beron, he wasn’t worth it. Everyone already thought of him like his father and even if a few people didn’t, it wasn’t enough.
He suddenly feels a hand come to rest on his shoulder and Eris panics, throwing out his fire in a desperate attempt to get away. He sucks all the fire from the firelights as well, going to need it to defend himself in this vulnerable state-
He recognizes the pained noise that escapes the person’s mouth and feels a sharp, burning pain down the bond that they share.
Eris opens his eyes and sees Azriel groaning, holding his hand close to his body, moving away from him.
Eris’s heart drops.
“Azriel,” he says breathlessly and immediately moves forward to try and see his mistake.
“No,” Azriel says, backing up even further, his wings curling in closer to him as if in a shield. The shadows that have been relaxing in the darker corners of the rooms come rushing back to his mate as soon as Eris relights the firelights “Don’t-” Azriel begins but then groans, his head going up. There was obvious pain on his face.
Eris spots Azriel’s injured hand and feels like winnowing to the darkest cave in existence and staying there forever. He deserves it.
Azriel’s skin was red and blistering already, especially around the old scars on his hand.
Azriel pulls it away from his chest to examine it. The palm was bright red and blistering around the old scars. There were a few white spots as well and Azriel’s face was tight with pain.
“No,” Eris breathes, more tears coming to his eyes at the sight. “Please no.”
“Eris,” Azriel says, his voice a bit rougher. “It’s alright-”
Eris glances up at his mate and then back down to the burns he caused.
No, he begs. Please no. He wasn’t supposed to burn Azriel. He could never burn Azriel. He’d been slowly working to help him alleviate his fear of fire from that one fateful night when he was eight years old and now he’d just ruined it. All of it.
Azriel could never trust him again. He shouldn’t. Eris was just like his father. Too short-tempered, emotionally unavailable, and cruel that he hurts his loved ones. He never deserved a mate to begin with, but he tried to trust Azriel. Obviously, that could never happen now.
Eris watches in horror as Azriel pokes at one of the blisters a little, hissing some.
Then Azriel looks back up at Eris, tears in both their eyes now, and says, “Eris, take a deep breath. It’s okay.”
“I burned you,” Eris says, horrified. “I-”
“Eris,” Azriel says sharply. “It’s okay. Deep breath for me.”
“I burned you,” Eris repeats, standing up suddenly to try and back away. Where could he go? He needed to leave. Azriel wanted him gone. He’d go see the healers and then he’d realize it was all Eris’s fault that he was hurt-
“Eris,” Azriel snaps. “Look at me, love.”
Eris regrets it, but he obeys the order and looks down at his mate and love.
“Good,” Azriel praises, standing up as well. “You’re okay. Everything’s alright.”
“No- no it's not,” Eris chokes out, backing away right to the wall from Azriel. He could never touch him again. He didn’t deserve it. He deserved nothing. He’d hurt the one goddamn person he was never supposed to hurt.
Azriel walks forward, opening his arms. “Do you want a hug?”
“No,” Eris chokes out, turning away. “I don’t deserve it. I hurt you. I should go. I need to get out-”
Azriel cuts him off sharply, “No, you’re not leaving and you do deserve it, Eris. I know you hurt me, but it’s okay because I know you didn’t mean to.”
“But your half-brothers-”
“I know what they did. They did it intentionally. You thought you were in danger and retaliated accordingly. That’s okay. You don’t get to take all the blame for this. I should’ve asked if it was okay to touch you.”
“It’s not your fault,” Eris gets out, his arms crossed over his chest. He probably looked a complete mess right now. He’d already been crying before but now he’d hurt his mate. He could never forgive himself for that.
“My love,” Azriel coos. “It’s not entirely your fault either.”
“But your hand,” Eris chokes out. “It’ll scar even more.”
Azriel scoffs. “Eris, I don’t care if it scars. It’s already scarred. And because of you, I don’t hate my hands so much anymore. And I certainly will never hate you for this. Can you take a deep breath for me?”
Eris sucks in a swift breath and turns his head away when it comes out in a whoosh. “I’m just like Beron,” Eris chokes out. “I hurt you, Azriel.”
Azriel stares at him like he could see into his soul and then sighs. “Eris, you could never be like your father. Never.”
“But I-”
“It was an accident, Eris. Accidents happen. I know you love me. I know you didn’t mean to.”
“How?” Eris chokes out. “How do you know that?”
“Because you’re reacting like this,” Azriel whispers, daring another step forward. “If you were like your father, you’d probably be laughing evilly right now. But you’re not. You’re so goddamn worried that I hate you that you can’t breathe right now.”
“You should hate me,” Eris whispers, closing his eyes tightly and shifting his weight back and forth onto either foot. “You should hate me like that day I left Mor in the woods.”
“Eris, I could never hate you,” Azriel says sternly. “I love you too much for that to ever happen.”
Eris presses his lips together in an attempt to keep from sobbing. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.
Azriel’s face softens even more. “It’s okay, my love. I promise.”
Eris nods and looks at Azriel’s injured hand again. “We should get you to the healers,” Eris mutters.
“Do you want a hug first?” Azriel asks, his arms open wide still.
Eris contemplates it for a moment before walking into the embrace, burying his face in Azriel’s neck.
“There you go,” Azriel whispers and wraps his arms around him. “It’s okay, love.”
Eris’s eyes leak more tears at that. “I’m sorry,” he says again.
“I forgive you,” Azriel whispers back. “I love you. I’m sorry for pushing you so hard.”
“It’s okay,” Eris whispers. “I was being dramatic.”
Azriel chuckles a little. “I’m sure the family reunion caused a lot of stress for you. Next time, I’ll try to let it go. I was just worried for you.”
“I know,” Eris whispers, his arms relaxing a little down to his sides so he can wrap them around Azriel’s lower back.
After a long moment of silence, Eris asks, “Are you sure you still trust me after that? I burned you. I hurt you.”
“Baby,” Azriel coos, kissing his forehead before pulling back enough to meet his eyes. “I forgive you. It was an accident.”
“Are you okay?” Eris asks. “I know I probably flashed the lights a little-”
“I’m just fine. I was a bit startled and scared for a moment, but I knew you were just the same. It’s okay.”
Eris nods. “Let’s get you to the healers,” He says, gently grabbing the wrist of the hand he knows he injured. “It still might be perfectly fine.”
“Alright,” Azriel gets out after a hiss of pain. Eris still feels like shit, but he just had to make sure Azriel would be okay now.
Eris grabs his other hand and winnows them directly into the healer’s wing of the Forest House.
One of the female healers startles, but puts a hand over her chest and sighs. “High Lord, how may I help you?” She asks kindly.
Azriel takes a step forward and simply shows her his blistering, burnt hand. She winces at the sight. “Alright, come over here.”
They both follow and the healer directs Azriel to sit on the bed while she gathers supplies.
Eris decides to sit beside him, leaning into his side a little. Azriel turns to kiss his head again. “It’s okay, love,” Azriel whispers. Eris tries to hold back the tears. He knew he looked like shit, but hopefully the healer wouldn’t say anything.
She comes back holding a wad of bandages and a bucket of water. “Please put your hand in the bucket, Lord Azriel. It’s just cold water.”
Azriel obeys, hissing softly. Eris tenses, wanting to be able to take away Azriel’s pain.
“Can I ask how this injury occurred?” The healer asks. “So I know the best healing method.”
Eris winces and opens his mouth to explain his shame, but Azriel beats him to it. “There was just a minor accident when we were in our room, is all.”
“Right,” the healer muses. “Was it an open flame or was it… hot skin?”
“Flame,” Eris answers.
Azriel nods in agreement.
“Alright,” the healer says. “Once the burn stops hurting in the cold water, I’ll bring it out and clean it thoroughly before healing the top layer of the skin. But I’m going to wrap it with some antibiotic cream as well, just to be safe while the parts under the skin heal as well. It’s a pretty simple second-degree burn procedure.”
“Okay,” Azriel says. “Just leave me with some bandages to change it.”
“Do you know how to-” The healer pauses and then clears her throat. “Apologies, of course.” Her eyes were on Azriel’s other hand of burn scars. “Change it daily or whenever it gets wet for a week and then I want to check it again just to be sure.”
Eris hears the word week and winces again. Azriel was going to be in pain for that long?
Azriel grabs Eris’s hand with his uninjured one and squeezes gently to reassure him. “Sounds good.”
“Right. Let your burn sit in the cold water for a while and call me over when it stops hurting or stinging.”
Azriel dips his head slightly and leans into Eris’s side as soon as the healer walks away. “It’s alright, Eris. I doubt it’ll take that long. These,” Azriel squeezes Eris’s hand for example, “Took three weeks and they were bloody. These are puny in comparison.”
“I’d rather you’d have never been burned,” Eris mutters, leaning his head against Azriel’s shoulder.
“I know,” Azriel says. “But what I’m saying is that Illyrians do heal fast.”
Eris nods.
Azriel hums and then shifts his shoulder, forcing Eris up off of it to meet his eyes. “Look at me, baby,” Azriel says gently.
Eris obeys, holding back tears still.
“We’re okay,” Azriel says. “Everything’s alright. Accidents happen, yeah? This is just one of those. I would never think of you any differently because of it. In fact, because of the work we’ve been doing to decrease my fears of fire, I didn’t freak out. Did you notice that? You made me stronger, Eris.”
Eris swallows and then nods.
“I love you,” Azriel continues. “I’ll never stop either. It’s like you’ve grabbed me by my throat and won’t let me go, but I don’t want to leave either.”
Eris chuckles. “I could always actually grab you by your throat.”
“Later, baby. Later.”
And with that, Eris relaxes into Azriel’s side, content to wait with him and help him however he can by changing bandages or by kissing the burns better when they ache. Whatever his mate so desires. He knows that Azriel has said he forgives him and he doesn’t have to make up anything, but Eris can’t help from doting on his mate a little. Both as an assurance that Azriel loves him and that they’re alright.
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