Garden Of Twilight: Part One

Garden of Twilight: Part One

Pairing: Rhys x female!Reader

Wordcount: ~10.3k

A/N: I honestly did not believe the first part of this series would be as well received as it has been, but I'm so grateful you all loved it enough to want me to write more. Clearly, I wanted to write more, I had to break this one up into two parts because these characters just wouldn't stop talking to me. I hope you love it as much as I do, I'm sure part two will be just as long, if not longer. And a huge thank you to @redbleedingrose for her constant reassurance that it is, in fact, very good. So if you won't take my word for it, take hers.

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     The days flow like fine wine into the early weeks of the new year.

     Once word spreads that the newly returned, very eligible High Lord frequents my bookshop, my customer count triples nearly overnight. It seems like one day, I’m keeping up with the flow of customers relatively well, and the next I’m meeting a female Rhys brings into the shop, hoping she can at least keep up with the piles of books continuously stacked on my desk to be reshelved. She’s dressed in Night Court attire, but it’s certainly on the more modest end of the spectrum, and she eyes the blush scarf covering my head with interest the moment she sets her eyes on me.

     Rhys introduces her as Hanita and, though she doesn’t shake my hand, her smile is bright when I greet her. All around us, customers wander up and down the stairs and pick through the shelves, giving my typically quiet, lovely shop the appearance of a bustling beehive. I don’t know how much of this I’ll be able to stand, it’s easily three times the volume of my busiest day last year.

     “Do you have any work experience?” I ask brightly. Hanita tugs at the end of her thick, dark braid as her sharp, russet eyes dart between the levels, following each one up to the glass ceiling.

     “I helped my mother with her stall at the market,” the female says warily, “but it was nothing like this. I can read well enough though, I think I can figure out where everything goes.”

     “Honestly, I’m not used to anything like this myself,” I tell her, gesturing to the crowd forming around the front desk. “The job’s yours if you want it, Cauldron knows we need the help. The female behind the counter is a volunteer, her name’s Mira. Go see if you can help her manage the crowd and I’ll be with you in a moment.”

     Once she’s immersed in the crowd, Rhys takes the opportunity to close the gap between us. His hands remain tucked casually in the pockets of his jacket, as unassuming as ever, but there’s a small smile playing on his full lips as he watches the crowd. I cross my arms and resist the urge to lean into him, though the urge grows harder to fight by the day. I can’t understand how anyone can stand within his orbit and not feel the same pull…though I suppose they do, judging by the amount of females that have been flitting about my shop for a glimpse at him.

     “What’s her story?” I ask carefully, taking a deep, calming breath to quiet my fluttering heart. It’s beginning to get a little warm beneath my scarf, but I can’t necessarily risk removing it while we’re so busy. “Where is she from?”

     “Illyria. One of the smaller war camps- well, what was one of the smaller war camps. What’s left of it’s been absorbed into Windhaven now. Hanita didn’t want to go back and I wasn’t inclined to force her.”

     “She’s Illyrian?” Thoughts of Rhysand’s general come to mind, specifically the magnificent wings he and the shadowsinger bear. “Where-” The cold look on his face leaves me disinclined to finish that sentence. A sick, sinking feeling settles into the pit of my stomach as the realization hits me. “Oh.”

     “Even with my best healers tending to her, it’s taken a few months to get her up and walking again.”

     “I won’t mention it again.” I reassure him, raising a hand to my lips. “I’m sorry.”

     “There’s no way you would have known if I hadn’t mentioned it. She’s healed far better than we’d expected, and I think she’s happy to be able to work again.” His arm brushes against mine and I take another steadying breath. I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep my head when he’s this close to me. Any time the High Lord walks into the room, I momentarily forget that air is important, let alone remembering how to breathe. I thought it might get easier with time, but after my last vision, I feel like little more than a shy, fumbling child in his presence. “I’m finalizing the arrangements for her apartment today. Mor will be by later with the key and a copy of the lease agreement.”

     “Is it nearby?” I ask, running the tally in my head of how much a one bedroom apartment would cost, even on this side of the Sidra.

     “It’s only a few minutes north of here. Don’t worry about the cost, pay her whatever you can afford, the rest is taken care of.”

     “How…?” I ask, turning around to get a proper look at him. His face is neutral, but there’s a twinkle of mischief in his stunning violet eyes. “That’s incredibly kind, Rhys.”

     “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says lightly with a look at the clock. Not even he can hide the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, threatening to break the oh-so-professional High Lord mask he put on this morning, along with that black jacket. Surely his tailor has encouraged him to expand his color range beyond such a lonely color by now. “I’m sorry, I have a meeting I can’t miss. Will I see you later?”

     “If you want.” I shrug, turning back to the growing crowd around my front desk. “I better go sort out the horde before my help runs screaming. You know where to find me.”

     “I do.” His fingers catch the sleeve of my teal jacket. I turn back to see Rhys looking down at me, his brows knit in concern or consternation, I can’t decide which is more accurate. “I would like to have dinner with you tonight. If you’re free, of course.”

     I tilt my head as I study this fearsome High Lord, wanting to meet me for dinner if I’m not busy. What a strange companionship we’ve built over the last several weeks. My eyes flit to the fingers still holding onto my jacket and they immediately fall away, retreating to the safety of his jacket pocket. He hasn’t touched me much since the night he walked me home, in some ways that night feels like it was nothing more than a strange dream. I wear the gloves he’d given me as a reminder that it was not, in fact, all in my head, and we speak nearly every day. I wish I could decide what it is he keeps coming back for.

     The image of the back of my hand covered with that delicate, swirling tattoo flashes in my mind. What would he think if he knew of my vision? It feels wrong to keep it to myself, but I don’t know how to broach the topic. Or if I should. The future is ever-changing, after all, evolving with the whims of those who live it. I shouldn’t be so attached to that vision, but I can’t say the idea is unappealing. It doesn’t take a genius to see the High Lord is a good male who loves his territory.

     Any female would be lucky to have him.

     “It’s all right if you’re busy,” Rhys begins with a small smile and I quickly shake my head, my face heating as I realize precisely how long I’ve been staring at him.

     “No! No, sorry, I’m not busy. It’s…been a long morning,” I mumble, glancing back towards the crowd. “Sorry. Dinner would be lovely, High Lord-”

     “-Rhys-

     “-right, yes, sorry again. Rhys. I’d love dinner. I’m sorry, I should really be getting back-”

     “Go,” he says with a rich, quiet laugh, shaking his head at my obvious embarrassment. “I’ll check back in with you later. Your customers may stage a revolt if they don’t get their books. We certainly can’t have that.”

     “I don’t think they’re here for the books,” I mumble, glancing at the older females hovering at the edge of the group. They only look away when I make eye contact with the willowy one in the middle. How long had they been watching us? The deep chuckle rumbling in the High Lord’s chest rolls through me like thunder. I try to suppress the shiver that runs the length of my spine at the sound of it.

     “Truly, the books are only half of the appeal.” I giggle and turn to ask him what he meant by that, but he’s already through the door, the bell tinkling merrily after him. When I turn back to see the confused looks of the patrons who had been watching us, it dawns on me that he hadn’t spoken the words aloud. My fingers graze my scarf as I check to ensure it’s still in place, not that it would be remotely useful against a daemati. I hadn’t even felt him slip into my mind, but I suppose I wouldn’t know what to look for in the first place.

     I really don’t have the time to be puzzling over this, not with this many people in my shop. I slip behind the desk to relieve Mira, whose crinkled amber eyes dance as she cedes the till to me and drops a stack of books into Hanita’s arms before she bustles the young female off towards the staircase. I throw myself into assisting each of my customers with a smile, even the ones with more impolite questions regarding the High Lord’s presence. Honestly, it’s hard to focus all of my attention on them when I feel the deck of cards at my hand tugging insistently at me. Clearly they have something to say, but I don’t have time or space to indulge them.

     We don’t have a moment to breathe until the shop finally empties in the middle of the afternoon. Mira collapses into a chair near the fire with an audible sigh, sweat-damp wisps of graying hair that have slipped from her practical updo fan around her face.

     “It isn’t always like this?” Hanita asks, wiping her brow with the sleeve of her top. I laugh and shake my head, gesturing broadly towards the chair opposite Mira and the cushions surrounding the low table before finally retrieving my cards from the desk.

     “I promise it’s not, well, it hasn’t been. I’d like to believe it will all settle down soon enough.”

     “Will you still need help if it does?”

     “Mother’s sake, child, have you seen the size of this place?” Mira asks drily as she stretches her legs out before her. “Of course she needs the help, she’s needed the help for a while. You’ll give my old bones a rest and give her the opportunity to take more than a day off.”

     “I’m fine,” I insist with a sigh as I settle myself at the table. The older female opens her mouth to argue, but the bell above the door tinkles and all three sets of eyes turn to it. Roz hobbles in with a tray of tea, a wide grin on her face, and Hanita immediately sets off towards her, clearly intent on helping.

     “I wouldn’t try-” I start, but she doesn’t pay me any mind. Roz turns her calculating hazel eyes on the Illyrian female stalking towards her and jerks her chin back towards the table.

     “You’re new. Take a seat, girl, you look as if the vultures have thoroughly picked you over.”

     “I- sorry?”

     “You heard me, I said sit. Isn’t this the new girl Rhysand mentioned yesterday, savi?” Rhys made the mistake of giving my neighbor permission to use his name the first time they met, much to her delight. I wrinkle my nose at the old nickname and nod, making sure the table is clear enough for her to set the tray down. Hanita follows at her heels, a little dumbstruck, and I almost feel bad for her. Almost. She’d learn sooner or later with Roz that her help would only be appreciated if explicitly requested and not a moment sooner.

     “Her name is Hanita. Hanita, this is Roz, she and Achir own the cafe next door. They also fancy themselves matchmakers.” I shoot the brunette an apologetic smile as I remove my scarf and shuffle my cards, allowing my power to stretch after being contained for so long. “But I think it’s just an excuse to be nosy.”

     “Don’t listen to her,” the elder female says as she settles the tray on the table and begins to pour dark, richly spiced tea into the worn, chipped ceramic mugs she only uses here. “She’s a wicked thing. I have sent plenty of handsome males with hopes of courting her only to watch her turn them away in minutes. Minutes. Males can barely string together a coherent sentence is that little time-”

     “And that’s why I sent them away,” I reply archly, nudging the steaming mug towards the tray so there’s room for my cards to fall where they will. “You sent males who were nice enough, but could barely hold a casual conversation. How do you expect me to fall in love with someone I can’t converse with?”

     “Picky thing.”

     “I don’t know,” Hanita hedges, watching the cards jumping between my hands. “If you want to be loved, I think it’s brave to wait for it.”

     “Doesn’t everyone want to be loved?”

     “Love is nice, but it isn’t…necessary. I’d prefer a good male, someone kind who would be willing to protect and care for a family, should they have one. That is not always a given in matters of the heart.”

     “That is true,” I acquiesce, having seen one too many females my age fall in love with males who made no effort to care for them, to provide for them, to build a home with them. “But neither are they mutually exclusive. I believe you can have love and care. Love and commitment. One does not have to grow from another, you can have both if you’re willing to look for it.”

     A card falls out of the shuffling stack, landing face up. A chalice filled with storm clouds, a crack in the bottom of the glass where the water runs free. Chalices often represent emotions, love. My mother called this one heartstorm, trouble brewing beneath a thin surface that is sure to leak into the world. With enough pressure that chalice can break. When it’s reversed, it symbolizes pouring out one’s troubles, but upright? A storm contained, repressed, breaking the confines of its fragile cage.

     Whatever Hanita or the other ladies say next, I don’t hear it. Another card falls to the table.

     Eyes peering out of a swirling darkness. A nightmare given form. Danger lurking in the dark. Often not a physical danger unless paired with the throne of daggers, but a danger of the mind. Sadness, an encroaching darkness…the next card that falls is a mirror covered with moss and deadly mushrooms, seeing what is hidden within yourself. These three together? Becoming your own worst enemy. Finally, the card I’d been hoping would remain hidden slides out, a throne of battered daggers tipped in rich, dark crimson. Treachery, some sort of betrayal.

     Danger.

     “That looks bad,” Mira murmurs over my shoulder, and my heart leaps as the next card falls out. A pair of swans nestled together, a card that typically represents a happy mating bond, inverted…rejected. “Oh. It keeps getting worse.”

     “I don’t understand,” I murmur, more to myself than anyone here. “I don’t understand who this is-”

     Two cards fall out, their faces stuck together. I peel them apart to reveal the shooting star and the crown of dreams, both inverted. I’m struck with a vision of a dark-haired male sitting at the edge of a rumpled bed, his head in his hands. Traditional Illyrian tattoos span his tense shoulders and trail down his back on either side of his spine, a warrior’s markings on a frame that’s so thin, I can see ribs through the warm, brown flesh. Though I can’t see the male’s face, there’s no mistaking the High Lord of Night for anyone else.

     Oh, Rhys.

     “How can I help?” I whisper, more of a plea to a higher power than a legitimate question. I want to help, no, I need to help. He sacrificed fifty years of his life beneath that mountain, cut off from his territory, from his people, from his family and friends. He lost decades and still did not leave us unprotected. Surely there’s something we can do, something I can do, to ease whatever plagues him. Sadness, betrayal, a rejected mating bond. The sting that my idle comment about mates must have dealt. 

     The card that falls out next gives me an idea.

     I snatch it up and quickly put the rest of the cards back in the deck, clambering to my feet. I feel my scarf slip onto the floor, but I don’t have time to deal with it now. I’ll have to take the risk of being stricken with a vision on my errand, hopefully it will be quick. I drop my deck onto the desk and chance a quick look back at the ladies seated at the table, watching me with wide eyes.

     “I’ll be back in a moment, just…just watch the store, please?”

     “We promise not to burn it down,” Mira says with a small smile, waving me on as Roz looks mournfully at my abandoned tea. If I thought I could carry the mug and not slosh its contents all over me, I’d take it along. As it stands, I’d prefer not to wear it.

     “I promise to be back before the tea is cold! Don’t eat all of the fruit tarts!” I call over my shoulder as I snatch my cloak from the hook by the door and steal out into the last remnants of the cold winter sunshine. And run right into a willowy blonde female dressed in a lovely, royal purple cloak.

     “Oh!” The female’s voice is like a song, rich and vibrant, and I freeze when I realize I’ve heard it before. Slowly, so slowly, I follow the flowing lines of the cloak until I meet a pair of deep, velvety eyes. Her crimson lips curve into a smile as I step back, ducking my head in embarrassment.

     “Sorry, Lady Mor, I didn’t see you.”

     “I had gathered,” she says with a small laugh. “It’s just Mor, by the way. I don’t know that you’ve ever called me Lady Mor before, I don’t think I like it. I’m not sure if Rhys mentioned I’d be by, but he sent me with paperwork and keys for Hanita.”

     “Yes, she’s inside, they’ve just sat down for tea.”

     “You aren’t joining them?”

     “No, I have an errand of my own…but there is an untouched mug that was meant for me, if you’d like to have it instead.”

     “I just might. I was hoping to speak with you a bit, if I’m honest.”

     “Oh? Do you need to order a book?”

     “No, nothing like that,” Mor says, her smile melting into something fond, almost wistful as she looks at me. “I heard my cousin has been spending some time in your shop.”

     “Oh, that. You know how bored people love to gossip. He comes in to read or peruse the shelves, we talk a little, then he goes on his way. It’s nothing, truly.” The words tumble out of me in a hurry to dispel whatever reservations she might have about our relationship, or what others may have perceived our relationship to be. I know I wouldn’t be the first person in anyone’s mind as a match for the High Lord. I’m too common, without even a whisper of noble blood in my lineage; and, though I’m lovely in my own right, I don’t possess the sort of beauty that might attract a male of such standing.

     “Nothing?” she asks, blonde brows rising as she looks at me, her head tilted as if in thought. “Hmm, what a shame. I was thinking you would be a wonderful friend for him to have made.”

     “Oh, well…we are friendly, and I appreciate his company. People have been implying something more and I didn’t want you to think I had…mmm, aspirations. I don’t.”

     “Aspirations,” Mor echoes thoughtfully. I get a brief flash of the eyes in the dark peering up at me from the stack of cards and shake my head, running my thumb over the design of the card I’m clutching.

     “Yes, I- oh, I’m sorry, I really must go. This is a little time sensitive, I think.”

     “Don’t let me keep you. I’ll go in and make myself comfortable, if you intend to be back soon?”

     “I hope to be!” I say as I step around her, flashing a smile before I continue north towards the Rainbow.

     The first shop I stop at is at the edge of the brightly colored arts district. It occupies the bottom floor of a worn, slightly crooked building on the corner of a sleepy intersection. In warmer weather, all of the buildings in this section of town are typically covered in vines of jasmine and moonflowers. If I were ever to give up the cottage, I would want to live in one of the apartments here, with their lovely courtyards and walking distance to the communal garden beds. I tuck that dream away and slip through the weathered teal door into the shadowy embrace of the shop.

     It’s not very large or remotely well lit. The only light source is a large, beautiful hanging brass lantern that mostly illuminates the service counter and the few shelves that line the wall nearby containing little enchanted trinkets. Silver music boxes, small toy boxes with illusions to entertain small children, linked mirrors for communication over a long distance, bottles used to contain a loved one’s scent.

     “Who’s there?” a reedy voice breaks through my observation and draws my attention to the hunched old male behind the counter, staring up at me through large, round glasses with lenses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle. His blue eyes are hazy and he squints in spite of the spectacles to make out my face as I step up to the counter. “Ah, welcome back! It’s been ages since you were in. How did that book light serve you?”

     “Oh, it works wonderfully, thank you.” I’d given that little iron bookmark with the ball of faelight to Mira nearly a decade ago now. It’s a wonder he remembered it when I had nearly forgotten it myself. “I was wondering if you could do something similar in a bit of a rush.”

     I lay out my idea for him, showing him the card in my hand and explaining the other shop I intend to go into for the piece he’ll need to enchant. The male hums under his breath and sets about leaving through books for the proper enchantments and writes out the total on a receipt that I happily give him the gold for.

     “It won’t be ready until tomorrow afternoon,” he warns me as he drops the money in his till. “Come as late as you can stand it. I have a large order for self-cleaning paint brushes I’ll need to finish first.”

     “I’ll come after I close the bookshop for the day. Thank you so much for your help, I know this is last minute.”

     “Think nothing of it, rush orders guarantee I stay in business. Hurry now, I know that artisan. She’s a lazy girl who looks for any reason to close up.”

     “Thank you!” I tell him on my way out, suppressing a laugh to the best of my ability. I hope no one ever says such things about me. Soon I’m winding through the rainbow, darting around all manner of fae as they peruse the galleries and bakeries and workshops, until I find the shop with a wall of glass facing the streets. Beautiful lanterns hang from display hooks in an array of sizes and colors, some fashioned of brass and copper, others of pure gold and platinum. They’re lovely, but they’re not quite what I’m looking for, so I step inside to look at the tables.

     “Hello!” The fire nymph behind the counter greets me with a small wave. Looking into her wide eyes is like staring into molten lava, the way they shift in the lamplight is almost like the golds and oranges and blacks churning and flowing within the confines of her irises. “Welcome! Have you been in before?”

     “Oh, no, I haven’t. I normally stand outside and look at your displays, but today I actually came to shop. I’m looking for something small that might sit on a nightstand? I’m having it charmed, the enchanter said brass might be the best to ensure longevity.”

     “Any specific colors in mind?”

     “Oh, no, I really need to deliver it to the other shop today.”

     “That won’t be a problem, but I’m afraid I have a variety of colors. Is it meant to be a gift or is it for you?”

     “A gift. If you have anything in blue, the darker the better, or maybe…maybe violet. If you have a design with stars…”

     “Well, this is Velaris, isn’t it?” The nymph laughs, tossing her long, wavy copper hair over a slim shoulder. I show her the card in my hand, motioning to the elements of it I was hoping to imitate, and she nods eagerly. “Hold on, I have a few lamps in the back I’ve just finished that sound like what you may be looking for.”

     She disappears behind a wooden door near far back corner and I hear her rummaging around back there for quite some time until, finally, she reappears with a small, beautiful lantern crafted out of dark brass with small star cutouts and glass that fades from rose to violet to deep, vibrant sapphire, a perfect imitation of the darkening night sky. It’s absolutely perfect.

     “It’s beautiful,” I whisper, lightly trailing the tip of my finger along the edge of one of the panes.

     “What do you think, is it the one?”

     “Oh, yes, I think it’s perfect. I’ll take it.” I willingly hand over the last of the gold in my purse in exchange for a box with the carefully wrapped lantern. Once I’ve dropped it off with the enchanter and made my way back to my little shop, it’s much later than I’d anticipated and the sun is low in the sky. There are a few customers milling about the upper levels, and Hanita is wandering around the third floor with a stack of books tucked in the crook of her arm while Mira minds the desk, perched on a stool I typically keep tucked away.

     “That was quite an errand,” the older female remarks as she watches me hang my coat back on the hook by the door. “Roz went back to the cafe, but you have company waiting with more tea. Hope you’re hungry, she brought enough fruit tarts to feed an army.”

     “Thanks, Mira. Sorry I’m so late,” I murmur, tucking my card back in with the deck on the desk and rewrapping it before I head back to the table before the fire. Mor is curled on one of the thicker cushions with her arms braced on the table as she looks through a thin book bound in worn blue leather. Not one of mine, I would have remembered if I sold it to her. A mug of tea sits near her right hand, lighter than the pot I’d left behind, smelling of sweet honey and raspberries. There is a box near the teapot and spare mug filled with fruit tarts and sweet rolls that brings my stomach roaring to life. I hadn’t realized how much of an appetite I’ve worked up.

     “Welcome back,” Mor says, glancing up at me with a warm grin. “I’m afraid we did, in fact, eat the last of the fruit tarts. But I ordered more! The boys will be glad to eat what we don’t.”

     “Will they?” I flop down onto one of the cushions with a sigh, my back and feet aching from all of the running around I’d done. As Mor fills the empty cup for me, I pluck my nicely folded scarf from the corner of the table and begin to drape it over my head again.

     “Oh yes. By boys, I do mean almost exclusively Cassian. Azriel might get one if he’s lucky, and Rhys…well, from what Roz said, he prefers the nut rolls.”

     “He does,” I murmur, unable to keep the smile from my face. On the mornings Rhys has dropped by the cafe first, he always comes bearing one of Roz’s fresh nut rolls that fills the building with the scent of toasted pecans and the lovely thin, sweet caramel glaze I’ve never been able to replicate. I think she’s even begun to make them more than once a day, just so she’s prepared with a fresh batch any time he might come by. I raise the steaming tea to my lips once the cup is full and happily sip the sweet brew.

     Then I look up to find Mor watching me with a smile of her own. I clear my throat and place the tea back on the table in favor of a fruit tart filled with dark, lush berries commonly found in Illyria. The coarse sugar Roz used to top the tart creates a lovely contrast with the buttery, flaky crust and rich fruit filling. These are my favorite of her winter tarts, so I take my time working my way through one while the High Lord’s cousin continues to leaf through her book, grinning to herself. Once I finish, I clear my throat.

     “You wanted to speak to me, Mor?”

     “I did.” The book before her closes with a slight creak and vanishes with a wave of her hand. “I wanted to thank you, actually. For being so kind to Rhys and making him feel welcome in your shop.”

     “You’re thanking me for being kind to the High Lord?” I ask, furrowing my brow as I stare at her.

     “No,” the blonde says with a small laugh, shaking her head. “I am thanking you for being kind to Rhysand, my cousin. If you do not already know there is a difference between the two, I believe you’ll discover it quickly.”

     “He is always both,” I tell her with a shrug before admitting, “but the majority of his recent visits have been more casual in nature, friendly. I…I think we’re becoming friends, or something like that.”

     “I think you are,” Mor agrees. “I think that’s precisely what he needs, a friend. Someone separate from his duties to his court, who can just be there. It’s important to have that sort of separation, especially after…everything he’s been through.”

     “Has he, uhm…talked about it with you?” All of that lost time would weigh on anyone. And, truly, none of us have any idea what was happening in Amarantha’s court beyond what little had been said in the High Lord’s absence. Though I have not seen any physical scars left from the experience, he remains pale and drawn most of the time, carrying out his duty to the court and seemingly deriving little joy from it. From the little I’ve observed, he goes through the motions much like an enchanted toy.

     “Only once. I expect you haven’t really discussed it, have you?”

     “No. We talk about books or philosophy, I’m always surprised by how voraciously he reads anything I recommend.”

     “Rhys always loved books,” she says, her smile turning fond. “When we were children, we’d spend a lot of time in the Hewn City family library to escape our fathers and court duties. There was nothing he wouldn’t read, I’m happy to hear that hasn’t changed. Rhys likes to think and he likes to be challenged, he’s never liked having anything handed to him. Well, except maybe Roz’s nut rolls, apparently.”

     I chuckle into my tea as I take another sip, weighing the information in my mind. Yes, that all sounds like the male I’ve been getting to know. The few notes I’ve managed to observe him taking over his reading have been riddled with questions and smudged ink, as he often formed new ideas in the middle of the note he was already making. I imagine it would be infuriating for anyone else to try and make sense of.

     “Yes, I think I’ve noticed that as well. We were discussing a chapter of a philosophy book he was reading the other day, something about freedom, I think. Something about what it means to be free and do we truly have free will within the confines of a society- honestly, I don’t recall how that conversation ended. I remember thinking that he does love to try and see all sides of an argument.”

     “Like a dog with a bone,” she agrees, taking a bite of her own tart. “I think he likes the satisfaction of knowing he may have influenced an opinion by providing any and every available argument, even if the outcome was the same.”

     “Why do you think that is?”

     “Oh, I know why that is. Residents of Velaris and the smaller villages have a very different view of the High Lord than Hewn City residents, and that’s amplified tenfold anywhere beyond the borders of our territory. Especially now. I don’t think he enjoys knowing there are people who believe him, and the rest of us, to be monstrous based on rumors or outdated information on how our court was ruled. It’s partially our fault, in some respects. To keep Velaris as a safe haven, in the past our court has deemed it necessary to perpetuate those ideals, but after what happened- what he had to do to keep us safe…I don’t know, but I think his perspective may be changing.”

     “That sounds heavy,” I murmur, breaking off a piece of crust to keep my hands busy.

     “It can be. He’s always insisted it’s his burden to bear, any time a hard call had to be made, and I’m certain he stands by that statement to this day.”

     “So why are you telling me this?”

     “Because you have decided to be his friend,” she says lightly, “which is wonderful. You are so kind, and I believe he needs and deserves that kindness, especially now. I suppose I want to urge you to walk into this relationship, however it may unfold, with your eyes wide open. His path is not an easy one, and sometimes it can be difficult to walk at his side. It is a hard truth that it is not for everyone, he is not for everyone, but I hope that does not deter you.”

     “It does not,” I say, glancing up from my tart. When I meet Mor’s gaze, I get the sense that she’s looking into the heart of me, verifying the truth of my words. After a long, silent moment, she gives a short nod and smiles a little to herself as she takes another sip of her tea.

     “Then I hope to see you around more often. Now, tell me, is there anything new in the romance section? Anything at all. I’m dying for something new to read, but I feel as though I’ve read every book on the shelf twice over.”

     “Not yet,” I tell her with an apologetic smile. “I’ve heard from some of our local printers that there will be a few new releases next month for me to stock, but it’s looking more barren than usual these days.”

     “I wonder why,” she says drily, and we’re both silent for a beat before breaking out into giggles, which only worsens when the male we’d been discussing walks through the door. There’s a brief lull in conversation as the ladies on the upper levels pause to get a nice, long look at him, which only makes us laugh harder.

     “Oh, I don’t know if I like this,” Rhysand says lightly as he stops at the end of the table. “What could be so funny as to have you both in hysterics?”

     “You’re early,” Mor says once she has calmed a little, which is about the same time I manage to blurt between breaths: “We’re not hysterical.”

     “Then why are you winded?” He asks as he drops onto the cushion beside Mor. “Oh, fruit tarts. Did Roz make these?”

     “Of course she made them,” Mor says, closing the lid on the box once he’s snatched one out of it. “But I thought you were eating out tonight?”

     “I am.” Those lovely violet eyes flick to me. “Will you be joining me?”

     “Yes.” I drain the last of my tea before casting a guilty look at Mira and the steadily growing piles of books on the desk, ready to be reshelved. “If I can get this place closed down in a decent amount of time. You might be better off going on without me.”

     “Absolutely not. What needs to be done?”

     “Well, shelving to start. Poor Hanita hasn’t even been here a day, I wouldn’t blame her for not staying on at the rate she’s having to shelve books.”

     “That’s easily done,” he says with a nod. “What else?”

     “Once everyone’s gone, I’ll have to balance the till, put out the fire, sweep-”

     “I’ll work on reshelving,” Mor says as she pops the last bite of her tart in her mouth. “But you’re stuck with sweeping, Rhysie.”

     “Fine,” Rhys says, vanishing the rest of his tart and the box Mor had on the table, along with the teapot and empty mugs. His cousin squawks at her missing treats, but he waves her off with a belabored, “it’s at home, it’ll be waiting when you get there.”

     “It better be! And the other overgrown bats had better not get to them first, Rhysand, or you’ll owe me so many treats.”

     “Have you been putting up with this all afternoon?”

     I laugh at the indignation in his voice and give him a shrug as I climb to my feet after her. “Oh, she was far nicer to me. Mor, are you sure you know where all of those go?”

     “If I don’t, I’ll find out!” The blonde says cheerfully as she whisks a stack off of the corner of the desk. Hanita pauses on the bottom stair to watch Mor flounce past her with a slightly awed expression. Honestly, I can’t blame her, the High Lord’s cousin is a whirlwind in fae form. It truly feels as if it’s Morrigan’s world and we’re all merely living in it.

     “She means well,” Rhys says, his voice suddenly closer than I’d anticipated. I hadn’t heard him stand, much less begin following me towards the desk, and I press my hand to my chest to feel my heart racing furiously beneath it. “I’m sorry, did I startle you?”

     “You move so quietly.” I duck my head as my cheeks flood with heat, embarrassed at being caught off guard. He always seems to do that to me. I feel his hand settle between my shoulderblades, his touch light enough to be shrugged off if I were inclined to. I’m not. “You really don’t have to help, I can manage the sweeping-”

     “Oh no, I haven't swept anything since I was a soldier in the barracks. I’m sure it’s good for me.”

     “I’m sure,” I agree, suppressing a giggle as I step away from him. This playful back and forth feels like a dance I don’t know, but it’s one I’m eager to learn. Sidling up to Mira at the desk, I lean in conspiratorially to whisper, “Mira, would you mind showing the High Lord where the broom is?”

     “The…broom?” Mira glances back over her shoulder, then casts me a scandalized look. “Surely you don’t mean to have the High Lord sweep-”

     “Oh, she does. She said I’d have to sweep the shop if I intend to take her to dinner.” Now it’s my turn to look at the male currently leaning against the side of my desk, smirking at me with such easy arrogance and a spark in those twilight eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. Just when I open my mouth to protest that I had not, in fact, said that, he turns those eyes on Mira and I have to fight not to cackle as she immediately glances down at the receipt book, blushing fiercely. “You’ll show me where to find the broom, won’t you, Mira? I made a reservation I’d hate to be late for.”

     A reservation. My mouth falls open and I fight to say something intelligible, but all that comes out is a mildly offended grunt that makes Hanita look twice at me as she grabs another stack of books from the desk. I’m hardly dressed to go anywhere in this city one would need a reservation for. This time it’s Mira’s turn to laugh at me and she does, a full-bodied cackle at my expense.

     “Get out of here before I fire you both!” My perturbed tone only serves to make her laugh harder, but Hanita’s alarmed expression has me waving her off with an apologetic smile. “Not you, Hanita, you’re safe until you start teasing me, too. Finish that stack and you can go. Honestly, I can get the rest of them.”

     “I’ll get the rest of them,” Mira says reassuringly to the younger female, “after I show this one where the broom is. You go home, girl, you worked hard today. I’ll see you in the morning and show you how to open the shop.”

     “O-okay,” Hanita murmurs uncertainly, nodding as she steps away, her eyes searching the upper levels as she walks towards the stairs. The last few customers just filed out of the shop empty-handed, which I’m assuming was Mor’s doing, and I’m not sure if I should thank her for throwing people out or not.

     Once I’m alone at my desk, I quickly count the till and reconcile the balance with the receipt book to ensure the numbers line up. Mira always keeps phenomenal records, so the task is finished in no time and the funds are locked away in the safe by the time Mira and Hanita are pulling on their own cloaks and bidding me farewell, the rest of the books having been split between them. The lanterns dim the moment the fire goes out, and I turn to see the High Lord finishing up sweeping near the hearth.

     “You’re telling me Rhys actually swept?” Mor’s voice carries across the room as she hops down the final step, brushing her hands against her fine clothes. “I thought he’d use magic to get rid of the dust.”

     “How lazy do you think I am?” Rhys replies before I get the opportunity, clearly intent on defending his honor.

     “I don’t think you want me to answer that.”

     “I appreciate it, Rhys, thank you.” I tell him, hopefully heading off an argument before it can actually begin. I don’t believe we’ll make it in time for Rhys’s reservation if they start bickering now. I didn’t have a close family growing up, not in the way they are. I never experienced what it’s like to have someone to pick at for the joy of it. It must have been fun, growing up with a cousin so close in age. And a sister…well, perhaps I’ll ask about her another day. Not today. “It looks wonderful.”

     “Wonderful, she says,” Mor turns her teasing on me with a dazzling smile. “You’re so nice.”

     “Don’t you have someone else to torment?” Rhys asks, his back to us as he places the broom in the thin closet tucked away between two of the shelves lining the walls.

     “Of course, Cassian and Azriel are supposed to be home tonight.”

     “They’re home.” The High Lord’s voice is smooth and certain as he eyes his cousin before he summons a thick, plain black coat to ward away the winter chill. “Take Amren with you, I’m sure she needs company.”

     “Have you told her I’m coming?”

     “And give her a chance to hide away? No. Tell her I’ll want to speak with her later tonight, she might be more inclined to accompany you without a fuss.”

     “Do you really need to talk to her?”

     “I do.” The minute he considers the matter settled, he looks to me and I straighten a little, remembering I’m actually present in the room and am not simply observing them from a distance. “Are you ready?”

     “Let me get my cloak.” Thankfully, my gloves and earmuffs are in the pocket, so by the time they meet me at the door, I’m ready to go back out in the cold.

     “Will you be warm enough?” Rhys asks as Mor leaves us with little more than a brief wave. I usher him out the door and lock it behind us, slipping my keys into my pocket before I turn around to see him watching me. His elbow is angled slightly away from his body and I slip my hand into it without a thought. “Would you prefer to winnow?”

     “I like the walk, don’t you?”

     “You worked all day, I want you to be comfortable.”

     “So did you.”

     “A different sort of work, nothing quite so physical. You’ve been quite busy since the turn of the year.”

     “I have.” Are we going to talk about the eyes that always seem to follow us? The uptick in patrons to my shop hoping to catch sight of him? I wait for Rhys to press on but he doesn’t, and we slip into a comfortable silence that finds its way between us more often than not. I can’t bring myself to sit in it though, not tonight. Not after the glimpse of a vision I’d had earlier. “Did you have a good day?”

     “It was fine. I spent it in meetings with various lords and a steward who’d rather put a knife in my back than work with me, but we managed to get a few of the items on their very long list taken care of. I’d call it a success.”

     “Would you?” I ask warily. “How can you work with someone like that?”

     “How can I not?” He counters gently, squeezing the hand tucked into his elbow. “They are in my territory under my protection. I cannot pick which of my citizens I serve, though there are days I certainly would like to.”

     “You mean High Lords don’t get to do whatever they want?” His mouth quirks at my teasing, but the expression on his face falls to something more grim as we walk. It’s like watching a mask slip away.

     “I wish that were true. Perhaps it is for some, I don’t claim to know how the others rule their territories, but for mine? No, I do not get to do whatever I want.”

     “What would you do if you could?”

     “Now that is a dangerous question.” His tone is far darker and more contemplative than I’d bargained for. In that moment, it’s like I’ve stepped into a cold, bottomless pit: my stomach flutters anxiously and a chill racks my body. Then the feeling is gone as quickly as it came, swept away on an early evening breeze. “It doesn’t really matter what I would do if I didn’t have to consider the consequences. I do consider them, some days I feel all I do is consider the possible ramifications of the choices I have made or will make.”

     “That sounds exhausting.”

     “Oh, it is.” Rhys glances down at me and smiles then, though it doesn’t quite meet his eyes, and I tighten my grip on his arm. “So maybe you’ll understand why I don’t mind shelving the occasional book or sweeping your floors by hand. It’s nice to be able to give someone help that isn’t going to require much from me.”

     It’s nice to just be useful. It’s a sentiment I understand very well, unfortunately, so I nod to acknowledge the truth he’s revealed about himself. I mull over my own history and I think about giving him a truth of my own. Would he even care to know it? Would it even help?

     “My mother was a Seer, too,” I began hesitantly, toying with a loose thread on my sleeve. “It’s common in her family line for at least one daughter to be one. My mother had it worse than the few of her cousins or aunts that had inherited the gift: she spent most of her life trapped in visions, she was never able to work outside of our home, these scarves I wear stopped working for her long before they had me. I wasn’t able to work until after they both passed, I spent a lot of days trapped at home with her and I’d try to get her out, to…I don’t know, enrich her life however I could, but it’s impossible to help someone who doesn’t even know you’re there most days. So I kept busy, I cleaned, I read to her even when she couldn’t hear me…I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this, except to say that I suppose I understand, to an extent, the desire to be helpful in some small way that makes a difference. And maybe I can understand what it’s like to not feel as though your life is truly your own, that your actions have a direct effect on others. It can be very lonely, trying to consider everything at once on a small scale. I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.”

     “I love my territory and my people, so it isn’t a burden but…yes, sometimes I believe it would be significantly easier if I cared less.”

     “The fact that you care at all is what makes you a good leader, Rhys. I hope you know that.”

     “And yet, it still isn’t enough,” he says lightly. “Here we are. Have you been here before?”

     The here in question is a little restaurant on the harbor built around the base of what had been a crumbling lighthouse. Velaris’s first lighthouse, if the stories are to be believed. The property had been purchased during our period of total isolation, and what remained of the lighthouse was restored before the rest of the structure was built out of the pine the lumberyard had left from the Illyrian mountains. In the spring and summer, it’s covered with jasmine and the hummingbirds flock to it. I can picture their little, jeweled bodies eagerly darting between the flowering vines for a delicious meal, much to the delight of the customers eating on the roof.

     But that’s spring.

     Now, in the cold embrace of winter, the vines are dormant and large, jewel-toned lamps are placed between tables, enchanted to heat the space as well as give off adequate light. It doesn’t look like there’s anyone up there tonight, the first I’ve seen since the restaurant opened. Rhys ushers me to the ochre-colored door in time for it to swing open. A willowy dryad greets us with a smile, and the thin, braided vines that flow over her shoulder begin to sprout the most beautiful, delicate magnolia blossoms I’ve ever seen. The scent of them permeates the air around us, and I begin to feel a little lightheaded, almost intoxicated, after a couple of breaths.

     “High Lord,” she says with a curtsy, her voice like a warm breeze through the heart of the forest. “Lady. Thank you for dining with us this evening. My name is Bahaar, can I take your outerwear? Thank you, it will be hanging just back here, let me know if you’d like me to bring it to you. Please allow me to show you to your table.”

     I’d interrupt to tell her I’m not a lady, at least not the sort she must think I am, but Rhys seems to take it in stride and settles his hand on my lower back, urging me to follow her. I don’t know if I can reliably draw breath anymore, let alone make my feet work. I know I’m blushing, but I’m powerless to stop it.

     “You have a lovely restaurant,” he says idly as we wind through an empty dining room set with tablecloths in lovely, rich fabrics and dinnerware that seems to be made of pure gold. “Isn’t it normally busier?”

     “My husband and I shifted the rest of our reservations for half an hour after your arrival, High Lord, so I could seat the both of you without having to worry about a crowded restaurant. I hope you don’t mind.”

     “I don’t, but I don’t mind the crowd either.” It’s not much of a lecture, but the intent behind the statement is clear: do not make allowances for me. I’m still one of you…but I don’t know that he’s ever truly been one of us, has he? How can he, when his position will always set him apart? Bahaar nods and the flower petals flutter like they’re dancing in a breeze. I can’t help but wonder if she has problems with bees in warmer weather, but maybe a dryad doesn’t see bees as a problem.

     We weave through the tables until we reach the curved brick of the original lighthouse and she leads us up the creaky wooden stairs lit with golden faelights. Up and up we spiral until we emerge into the cool night breeze, made infinitely more tolerable by the heated lamps, and we follow her to the low table in the corner near the water, surrounded by sumptuous silk cushions. A thin, tasseled blanket is thrown over the railing beside us, the same color as the wine-dark sea flowing into the harbor. A ceramic bowl of water sits in the middle of the table, where floating candles and fragile magnolia petals drift lazily in a slowly churning whirlpool. A tower of dark fruits and cheeses sits at the edge of the table, and the High Lord ensures I’m settled before he takes a seat across from me.

     “We have bottles of starfruit wine or a spiced pomegranate mead,” Bahaar says and I shrug when Rhys looks at me, ambivalent about the choice. The dryad takes pity on us almost immediately and interjects with, “the wine will pair well with the cheese and fruit, I’ll bring it first. The mead will best compliment tonight's stew, if that sounds acceptable?”

     “It sounds wonderful, thank you.” I smile up at her and the female returns it with one of her own before excusing herself with a short bow. When I turn back to Rhys, he’s looking out at the twilight sky stretching over the harbor. His golden skin is warm in the firelight, and I clench my fists in my lap to deter myself from reaching across the table to touch him. Bahaar returns shortly with two glasses of pale, shimmering starfruit wine, and I take a sip of it to give myself something to do. It’s light and sweet, and I think if I were to swallow a falling star, this would be what it tasted like. After another long few moments of studying the High Lord, silhouetted against the starlit sky, I ask softly, “where did you go?”

     Rhys hums a little, shaking his head before he looks back at me and manages a small smile. “Nowhere. I’m sorry.”

     “Why do you look so sad, Rhys?”

     “I am sad,” he admits, taking a sip of his wine. “I’m trying not to be.”

     “It’s okay if you are, sometimes you need to be sad for a while. Do you want to talk about it?”

     “No.” He shakes his head and inky-black hair falls over his forehead, shielding his eyes from view as he focuses on plating fruit and cheese for us both. “There isn’t much to discuss, if I’m honest, the situation isn’t something I have any control over. I’m trying to learn how to live with it.”

     “And you don’t think talking about it will help?”

     “Not tonight. Maybe after tomorrow it will be easier, I don’t know, but I didn’t come here with you tonight to discuss that.”

     “What would you like to discuss?”

     “You.” When he looks up again, his hair falls away from his eyes and it’s like he’s truly seeing me for the first time since we sat down. The soft, warm smile that lights his face makes my heart flutter. “I want to hear more about you, about your life. Both of your parents are gone now, but it seems you were fairly close to them, weren’t you?”

     “I was. I miss them very much.” Too much, if I’m honest. I miss reading with my mother and midnight talks over tea with my father once he’d finished work for the day. “I think my father is the reason I have a hard time taking days off. He never really had many, he worked most days from dawn to well past dusk to provide a comfortable life for my mother and I, and now…without them, I’m not really sure what to do with myself. Renovating the shop took a lot of time and community effort, once that was finished I didn’t know what to do, so I just…worked. Mira was a regular customer until one day she asked if I needed any help. I did, but I couldn’t pay her at the time, and she’s refused money whenever I’ve offered it. I think she was bored in retirement.”

     “And what about you?”

     “What about me?”

     “You have a successful business, have you thought of what you might like to do next? Take up a hobby? Do some traveling?”

     “Traveling?” Rhys looks puzzled when I laugh at him, so I take another sip of my wine and take a bite out of the blood orange slice on my plate before I answer. “High Lord, I do rather well for myself and I don’t have any outstanding debts. I can’t winnow, I don’t have the sort of money it would take to travel. But I’ve thought about where I’d go. To the continent, perhaps, to Montesere or Rask, maybe Ravennia if there’s a way to do it safely. I’d like to see the world, but I’ve never had the opportunity to step beyond my front door, not even to neighboring territories. I was born in Velaris, I’ll probably die here without seeing much of it.”

     “Maybe not,” he says slowly, taking a bite of soft, flaky white cheese. “Where would you go first?”

     “In a perfect world, where there’s never been any conflict?”

     “Sure.”

     “I miss spring,” I say with a sigh. Rhys flinches at the word and my brow furrows as I study him. “I miss the world being green and full of flowers and life, so I expect I’d like to visit one of the warmer courts. Truly, Winter is last on my list to see, but…”

     “But you miss flowers,” he says in a hollow tone. “Somewhere green. Where…where else?”

     “I want to see something I’ve never seen before. Something centuries old that’s stood the test of time. Old temple ruins or a holy well or…I don’t know. Something incredible.”

     “Something incredible.” This time his voice isn’t so haunted, there’s life in his eyes when he nods at me over his wine. “I believe I know just the thing. Give me a few days to do a little research of my own, but by the end of the week, I should have something to show you that isn’t very far at all.”

     “What are you planning?” I laugh, popping a few pomegranate seeds into my mouth.

     “You’ll see.” My heart soars when he winks at me, then I hear the door open and I look back to see Bahaar leading a small crowd to a table far from ours. I’m a little chilled in spite of the heaters, so I pull the blanket from the rail and lay it across my lap. “Are you warm enough, would you like my jacket?”

     “Oh, I’m fine. It’s only a bit of a chill, I’m sure once the stew arrives I’ll be plenty warm. Now, what about you, Rhys? What do you want?”

     “What do I…want?” He blinks slowly at me, as though I’ve said something strange he hadn’t once thought about. “I want to see my territory thriving, to ensure we’re safe…that we’re all safe. And then, I suppose, I want to live in peace. I’ve seen enough war and bloodshed to hope I can avoid conflict for the rest of my days.”

     “And nothing else?”

     “What do you mean?”

     “You don’t wish to travel yourself? What about a family, a wife?” He snorts derisively and I tilt my head. “Someone to keep you company, does that not appeal to you?”

     “I have company, don’t I? No, I know it’s not the same, but I’ve had centuries to think about it and the last fifty years to realize that any wife I may take would have a target painted on her back, and that goes for any children I sire. And who would choose that? I could never ask it of anyone, it’s not worth it.”

     “I don’t agree,” I murmur, shaking my head. “I know the other courts might think us monstrous, but are we really so reviled-”

     “Not us,” he says too softly. “Me. I have done horrendous things over the last fifty years and made myself quite the monster. I don’t believe there is anyone beyond this court who will ever see me as more than a nightmare, with good reason.”

     “Did you have any other choice?”

     “I truly wish I had.” When his shadowed eyes meet mine, I can’t take the pain bubbling beneath the surface and reach across the table to rest my hand on his. He doesn’t pull away.

     “Then you did what you had to do. I don’t care what the world thinks of you, Rhysand, I know you’re not a monster. And when you find someone who chooses you, I hope you let her stay and love you. You deserve to be loved.”

    He opens his mouth to say more, but once glance over my shoulder has him drawing himself up, and I swiftly remove my hand from his. Bahaar sets two bowls of thick, spiced stew filled with chunks of beef and pomegranate seeds before us, along with smaller bowls filled with sticky rice and two glasses of mead. I’ll take up the mantle of this conversation another day, perhaps, when the subject isn’t such an open wound. For tonight, dinner will be enough. I’ll speak of softer things and think of spring, when things will be warm and alive again.

Hi! this is my first time asking but maybe you could do a co-workers and a one night stand for the Acotar bingo with azzy?? like they are both spies for rhys and something happens on a mission orrrr…. idk fluff please :))))

feel free to ignore - i love ur work btw <33

Oh my dear I definitely can

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When I was writing this I thought: Omg maybe I'm finally ready to write smut (I'm not, the need completely disappeared from me the moment I opened the document)

Pillowtalk

As you and Azriel prepare for yet another mission together to watch the suspect camplords in the Illyrian mountains, you go over your plans meticulously, ensuring you are ready for whatever challenges lie ahead. You and Azriel have created a unique bond over the years, having worked together on numerous missions for the High Lord. Both of you knew how to work together and where your boundaries were laid. It was precisely that that made working with him so easy, no matter the amount of time you spent together, he never ever asked you to take off the mask that usually covered your face.

The journey to the Illyrian mountains is always filled with tension since you know how much Azriel hates his old home. You know you must be discreet to avoid detection. You and Azriel move silently, utilizing your stealth and his powers to blend into the shadows. You keep your senses sharp, alert to any potential danger.

However, even the most carefully laid plans can go awry. During your surveillance, you encounter an unexpected group of hostile Illyrian males who happened to be patrolling in that area. Azriel fights valiantly, but he is fighting against five of the seven that attacked you, and even if he defeats three of them, the other two remaining aim for his wings and cause a serious injury during the wings' leather, leaving him vulnerable and unable to defend himself adequately.

In a split second, you take your decision, and you know you must act swiftly to protect your partner. Without hesitation, you remove your mask, it helps you to maintain silence and prevents the enemies from hearing your breathing. But right now it is only making it difficult for vision to be clear, the fighting usually being Azriel's work.

As you take off the mask it reveals the burn mark that runs from your neck to a portion of your face. It serves as a reminder of a past event that you try to keep hidden from prying eyes. Also, it would work as an easy way for your enemies to recognize you anywhere you went. Even if they didn't remember your face, they would remember the scars, this being the only reason to keep your face a mystery during your missions.

Despite your reservations, you know very well that your identity is a small price to pay to save Azriel. Drawing upon all your strength, you fiercely fight off your remaining attackers, using your skills to ensure you both survive the ordeal.

After the dust settles and the danger has passed, Azriel looks at you with a mixture of awe and concern. He finally sees the face that you had kept concealed for so long. His gaze lingers on the burn mark, but he doesn't pry or ask questions. He knows that you have your reasons for keeping your identity a secret, and he respects your privacy in everything.

You quickly winnow yourself and him to a nearby cabin, paying an offensive amount of gold to the keeper for her to remain silent about your state there. She only nods once and takes you to the main room, running to take medical supplies for your partner.

-Do you need help? - She asks softly, but you can see her nervousness as she looks at the blood.

-No, I can take it from here. Thank you for everything - You dismiss her and she happily gets out of the room and closes the door behind her, leaving you to take care of Azriel's wings, which are already closing their wounds.

As Azriel recovers from his injuries, you stay by his side, tending to his wounds with care and cleaning them at one time or another. As you spend time together during his recuperation, he senses there is more to your burn mark than meets the eye. You can sense his eyes floating to your neck sometimes, but you let him be fully healed before saying anything.

-You know you can just ask, right? - You say as Azriel sits beside you as you look out the window.

-I hope I'm not prying or making you uncomfortable, but I couldn't help but notice your burn mark. It must have been a difficult experience - You take a deep breath, your fingers tracing the edge of the scar absentmindedly - You don't have to share if you don't want to-

-Yes, it was - You replied, your voice carrying a mix of pain and vulnerability - My parents... they weren't the kindest people. They made it clear that they didn't want me and that I was a burden to them - You notice Azriel tracing his own scars, you didn't even notice the moment he took off his gloves.

-I'm so sorry you had to go through that - He says sincerely, a mixture of sympathy and understanding in his eyes.

-When I was young, I believed that if I stayed close to them or if I tried harder, they might change their minds, and start loving me or something. But one day... One day, I was talking to my mother while she was cooking. I didn't realize I was annoying her until she got angry. The next thing I knew, the hot oil spilled on me, and she didn't even try to help, not her, not my father. I was left with this scar after that - You took a deep breath as you felt Azriel's gentle touch tracing the contours of the burn in your neck, a silent gesture of support as he listened intently - I was probably six, maybe seven. It didn't take me long to run away until I found a mercenary. He took me in and trained me. I was supposed to be a mercenary too if Rhysand didn't find me. He hired me after some time and gave my tutor a place to live in Velaris. That's my sad story - You said with a dry laugh, trying to keep the tears that threatened to escape from your eyes. Azriel's heart aches for the pain you endured, and he reaches out to gently touch your face, mirroring the care you showed him during his recovery.

-You are incredibly strong - He says sincerely - To survive such a difficult past and become the person you are now, it takes immense courage.

-And what about yours? We are basically burn buddies - He laughs at that, supporting his back on the window, looking deeply at you as you take his hand from your face and start to trace them - You don't have to tell me if you're not ready, too.

-No, I want to tell you - He replies, his voice steady - You've shared your pain with me, and it's only fair that I do the same. I was the bastard son of an Illyrian lord. For eleven years, I lived with my father, stepmother, and two older half-brothers. They were cruel and treated me like an outcast. They kept me in a cell with no windows or light, letting me out only for an hour a day to see my mother. I was forbidden to train or fly, even though my Illyrian instincts urged me to do so.

You bring your hand up to his arm, bringing him closer to your body as you circle him in a hug, feeling the tension disappearing from his body as he is visibly relaxed in your arms, embracing the warmth and comfort.

-One day, my half-brothers thought it would be fun to see what would happen if they mixed an Illyrian's quick healing gifts with fire. They poured oil on my hands and lit them on fire - Your eyes widened in surprise, not in a million years you would have imagined his story to be like this - The warriors heard my screams and rescued me, but it was too late to save my hands. I was left with these scars, a constant reminder of the cruelty I endured.

-I hope they are all dead - You said suddenly, your voice mixed with a tone you reserve for the ones you torture in the prison.

-One of them. And no, I won't tell you who they are just for you to kill them - He laughs when you ruff in annoyance - If so you would have to tell me who are your parents, so we can have a tie.

-Really? I would gladly do so - He laughs once again, the sound making your heart flutter in happiness. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again.

-At eleven, I was dumped in the Illyrian training camp, Windhaven, where I wasn't exactly well received due to my shadowsinging gifts. That's where I met Rhysand and Cassian. Rhysand's mother took me in, just as she did for Cassian. And when Rhysand became the High Lord of the Night Court, I became his spymaster, part of the Inner Circle.

-I'm so sorry for what you went through. But know that you are not defined by your past, it was a lesson it took me some time to understand. You are strong, compassionate, and resilient, a testament to the person you've become. And your scars, just like mine, tell a story of resilience and survival. We should be proud of the people we've become despite our pasts.

-Yes, we should. And I couldn't be prouder of what we've become - He gets out of your embrace, taking your hand in his, reveling in the feel.

-You're right. We make a great team, burn buddies, if so - You hear a chuckle and let your own laugh fill the room - I'm grateful for every mission we've shared, you know.

-I'm grateful too, more than words can say. You've shown me kindness, trust, and loyalty. You've helped me heal in ways I didn't think were possible - Azriel's other hand moved from his side to cup your cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

-And you've done the same for me. Your strength and understanding have been my anchor through it all - At that moment, you felt an unspoken connection that went beyond your shared experiences as spies. It was a bond forged through trust, support, and compassion.

As you trace gentle patterns on Azriel's hand, he gazes at you with affection and admiration. He can't help but be captivated by your strength and resilience, your ability to face your past head-on and still maintain a kind and caring heart. Something he couldn't do. His past hunted him as a monster, the shame he felt on his hands growing every time he looked at them. But you?

-You're incredible - He whispers, his voice barely above a breath. You looked up at him, shocked by his sudden words, but your eyes were shimmering with gratitude.

-And you're just as incredible - You reply with a smile playing on your lips - I always admired you. It was nice knowing you always chose me to go with you, it's also nice spending time with you.

-I always chose you because we make a great duo - You murmur "burn buddies" again, but he doesn't laugh this time, his eyes still admiring you. He turns his hand and entangles it with your - You're beautiful. You always told me that, and now I can say it back.

At that moment, the air around you feels charged with an undeniable attraction. You both sense it, the magnetic pull that draws you closer. Without another word, Azriel leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. Your lips move together in a dance of longing and desire, your emotions pouring into the embrace. The weight of your shared experiences, the understanding of each other's pain, and the warmth of your feelings culminate in this moment.

The kiss deepens, and you lose yourselves in each other, forgetting the world outside as you explore the depths of your needs. Azriel's hand gently cradles your face, his thumb caressing your scarred cheek, while your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him closer.

Your bodies move closer in the window seat, the space between you disappearing as you seek comfort and intimacy in each other's arms. The tension that had been building between you for years finds its release, and you become lost in the sensation of being with someone who understands you on a level you never thought possible.

As you pull away, your breaths mingling, you meet each other's eyes, the intensity of the moment shining brightly. Without words, you share an unspoken understanding as he starts undoing the stripes and buttons of your armor and you start to take off the layers of his. Your lips connect again as he pulls you to his lap and walks you towards the bed, taking off the rest of your clothes as well as his.

Your heated make-out session evolves into a night filled with passion while you share your bodies, as you find the solace and belonging you've been searching for, a love that heals your wounds and ignites a fire within your hearts. When he looked at the rest of your scars, that went down until your shoulder and took a bit of your collarbone his eyes became feral with lust. From the moment he bent down and kissed each piece of skin that was covered with burn wounds, you knew that you are completely fucked.

After your initial heated encounter, you and Azriel decide that your night together was a product of vulnerability and a need for comfort in the moment. You both acknowledge the dangers of getting involved romantically, especially as spies working in a world filled with secrets and risks.

-We can't afford distractions - Azriel had once said, his voice tinged with concern - Our focus needs to be on the missions and keeping each other safe.

-You're right. We can't let our emotions get in the way of what we do - In that moment you had nodded in agreement, understanding the practicality of his words.

Both of you agree to keep your relationship strictly professional, even though your hearts yearn for more. However, as the days pass, you find it increasingly challenging to resist the pull you feel toward each other. Your missions become more dangerous, and the stakes are higher than ever. During chaos and uncertainty, you find comfort and solace in each other's arms.

It starts with small moments, a touch on the arm here, a lingering glance there. You become each other's safe haven, the one constant in a world filled with unpredictability. And despite your resolve, once you go back to your normal life in Velaris, you find yourselves in each other's bed again, seeking solace in the connection you share. The passion and intimacy between you intensifies with each encounter, and you start to realize that they can't deny the love that has grown between you.

As the days turn into weeks, you find yourselves entangled in each other more times than you could count, each encounter pulling you closer together. You've become inseparable in your free time, if it's you in his studio while he practices his painting, or if it's him in your house while you practice dancing, your lives become intertwined both on and off the field.

The morning sun gently filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room as Azriel stirs awake. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he finds himself lying beside you in your room once again, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He traces his fingers gently along the curves of your body, admiring the lines that define your form. The faint light reveals the outline of your burn mark, a testament to your strength and resilience. Azriel's heart swells with affection for you, knowing the hardships you have endured and the courage you carry within.

As his fingers gently explore, you stir from your slumber, your eyes slowly opening to meet his gaze. You see the adoration in his eyes and the reverence with which he touches you. A blush tinges on your cheeks, but you don't look away, instead, you pull him closer, wanting to feel his touch even more.

-You're awake - You murmur, your voice soft but still rough from the slumber. Azriel leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead before he meets your eyes again.

-Yes, I am. And I can't help but marvel at the sight before me - Your heart flutters at his words, and you intertwine your fingers with him, pulling his hand to your lips to leave a tender kiss.

-You have a way with words, Shadowsinger. But actions speak louder - With a soft chuckle, Azriel leans in, capturing your lips in a deep and loving kiss. Your mouths move in perfect harmony, conveying all the unspoken emotions between you. When you finally break apart, your foreheads rest gently against each other's, your breaths mingling.

-I never expected this - You admit, your voice tinged with wonder - But I'm grateful for every moment we shared.

-As am I. You've brought light into my life, and I can't imagine a future without you - You stay entwined, basking in each other's presence, knowing that you've found something rare and precious.

-What if we sleep in today? I don't think we need to get out of bed - He laughs and leans closer to you, the skin contact makes you shiver - I don't know, it's cold today, maybe we can help each other and warm ourselves up.

-I don't think Rhysand will appreciate it if his two best spies disappeared from his view - But he doesn't make a movement to get out of bed, instead, he starts kissing the back of your neck, slowly going under the covers. That way you know you win the discussion, the same way you did many times before.

Every time you find yourself in Azriel's arms, you feel like you can face the world, one day at a time, knowing that you have his heart to hold onto and a love that burns brighter than any shadow you've ever known. Years of shared missions, trust, and understanding have led you to this moment of realization. You are not just good together as partners, but you have discovered a deeper connection, a love born from empathy and shared experiences.

-Thank you - He comes up suddenly, interrupting his path to your legs - For being here, for understanding - With a soft smile, Azriel brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his voice tender as he speaks - I think we've found something extraordinary in each other.

-I believe you're right, shadow boy - You reply, before the smile completely disappears from your face - But this is not time to be sentimental. First, you eat your snack, and then we can talk about how much we love each other - You push his head under the covers again, hearing his laugh before his mouth finds its way to you.

That stupid promise of a one-time thing was nothing more than a futile attempt to deny the love that had grown between you. You couldn't fight it any longer, your hearts made the decision for yourselves a long time ago. You were partners - mates - in every sense of the word, bound not just by the missions, but by a love that has proven to be stronger than any obstacle in your path.

friends to lovers with Azriel? they’re both secretly pining after each other and even flirt but it has never gone past that

Fun fact: I received 3 or 4 of the same request of friends to lovers and now I have to think of different stories for each of them (how much do I hate myself? Here's the answer)

One more prompt babies (getting in trouble), send the request for her so I can finish the bingo or I'll never write again 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

Also, please comment on the posts, I get super happy and it definitely makes me go back to Google Docs to finish what I'm currently writing

I Think He Knows

It basically started weeks ago when you were researching something you couldn't even remember what it was that Rhysand asked. You were deep into the books, nothing was making sense in your mind and frustration was starting to set in as you struggled to find the answers you sought. Azriel silently slipped into the library and observed you from the shadows, captivated by the sight of you so concentrated and focused on your work. He noticed the frustration building in you, unable to resist, he stepped forward, revealing himself with his usual quiet grace.

-Need some assistance? - His velvet voice reached your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. You looked up, your eyes locking with his, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement.

-Well, I wouldn't mind a second opinion on this research - You replied, trying to maintain your composure despite the sudden warmth spreading through your cheeks.

Azriel moved closer, leaning over your shoulder to examine the texts you had been poring over. The close proximity sent your heart racing, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin.

-You're looking in the wrong section - He said softly, his fingers brushing against yours as he pointed to a nearby shelf.

Your hands touched, and you both felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you. You glanced up, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Azriel's lips quirked into a faint smile, as if he knew the effect he had on you.

-Let me show you - He offered, gesturing for you to follow him.

You walked together through the aisles of books, discussing the research, and exchanging ideas. You found yourself drawn to Azriel's intellect and the way he effortlessly wove his knowledge into the conversation. As you spoke, the flirtatious undertones became more evident. You teased each other playfully, your laughter filling the library like music. It was as if you had known each other for years, despite the fact that this was the first time you had engaged in a real conversation alone.

Usually all your interactions with the Inner Circle had Rhysand's presence. And besides the fact that you considered and was equally considered by all of them as a friend, this was the first time you actually talked alone with Azriel, no need to keep formality or the topic of work getting in the way. The more you flirted, the more you realized how easy it was to be yourself around him. Walls that you had carefully built began to crumble, revealing your true self, vulnerable and unguarded.

The spark of attraction between you was undeniable, and it left both of you surprised and intrigued. It was a dance you hadn't expected to partake in, but neither of you could resist the magnetic pull that drew you closer.

As the night wore on, you reluctantly bid each other farewell, promising to meet again in the library to help each other if necessary. But even as you walked away, your thoughts were consumed by him and only him.

In the days that followed, your flirtatious encounters continued, fueled by a desire you couldn't ignore. Each meeting left you wanting more, and yet you hesitated, unsure of the depths you were diving into. Suddenly you were being invited to family dinners and the Valkyries' training. You weren't sure who exactly you should blame: Rhysand and his necessity of taking you under his wing or Azriel with the need of having you closer to him. Somehow you knew the answer without asking directly.

The Night Court's dinner table was a scene of elegance and camaraderie as the Inner Circle gathered for their nightly meal. Amidst the laughter and casual conversations, Azriel and you found yourselves seated beside each other, eyes locked in a silent promise of something more. Your foot unintentionally brushed against Azriel's calf under the table, sending a thrill through both of you. Azriel's fingers ghosted along the back of your hand, a subtle invitation to continue the game you started playing.

Rhysand and Cassian exchanged bemused glances, sensing the charged atmosphere between their two friends. Feyre tried to hide a knowing smile, while Amren raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. You carefully leaned in, your lips so close to Azriel's ear that your warm breath sent shivers down his spine.

-You're playing a dangerous game - You whispered, your voice laden with mischief.

-Danger happens to be my job, dear - Azriel replied, his voice husky and filled with desire.

As the dinner conversation flowed around you, Azriel and you engaged in a subtle dance of seduction beneath the table. Your fingers intertwined, your touch light but electrifying, as you teased each other with playful caresses. You let your fingers trail along Azriel's forearm, relishing the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. Azriel responded in kind, brushing his thumb across the outside of thigh, deliberate circles that left your craving more.

The rest of the Inner Circle exchanged glances, unable to believe what you were witnessing. Cassian leaned over to Rhysand, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

-I think we're witnessing the birth of a mating bond - He teased, causing Rhysand to chuckle. Across the table, Mor was trying her best to suppress a grin, while Amren simply rolled her eyes, unimpressed by your antics.

Nestha, always one to relish in mischief, decided to stir the pot. With a sly grin, she looked at Azriel and you at his side, already planning a way to burst the bubble you settle yourselves in.

-So, Shadowsinger, what's the most daring thing you've ever done? Cassian just told his - Her mate looked at her confused, until he realized her plan and agreed along with the rest of the table. Azriel's eyes twinkled with mischief as he slightly turned his gaze towards you.

-Oh, I think I'd rather show than tell - You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, but you didn't back down.

-And what about you, Rhys? What's the most thrilling thing you've ever experienced that didn't involve your mate? - You turned to Rhysand and asked with a playful glint in your eye. The High Lord only chuckled, sensing the game you were playing.

-Well, it might just be seeing the way Azriel flirts with someone he cares about, it's rather fun, to say the least - He replied, glancing pointedly at his spymaster.

Azriel's lips quirked up in a knowing smile, and he leaned towards you, his voice low and suggestive, as he spoke high enough for everyone at the table to hear.

-Oh, don't worry, my love, I save my best for you - Your heart skipped a beat at his response, but you maintain your composure, turning the tables again. You looked at Cassian, one that looked very amused by the whole interaction.

-Cassian, have you ever been so captivated by someone that you couldn't take your mind off them to the point you simply did and said stupid things all the time? - Cassian grinned, understanding the game and more than willing to play along.

-Well, you see, I have a habit of getting distracted by a certain female warrior with mesmerizing eyes - He replied, winking at Nesta, who rolled her eyes and tried to hide her smile.

-And what about you, Az? Have you ever been so captivated by someone that left you breathless? - Azriel met your gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

-Every time I look at you - He answered, his voice soft and sincere. Feyre quickly interrupted the moment to get Nyx who started to cry in his bedroom, cutting out the atmosphere that was building up.

The next day you had to keep working as if nothing changed, even if you and Azriel were becoming more and more shameless at each encounter. The library in the Night Court was always a sanctuary of knowledge, and you found solace amidst the ancient texts and dusty books. The spymaster often changed his plans to find you there, absorbed in the magic of the written word, only to engage in another one of the flirtatious conversations you always lead each other, even if this wasn't exactly the original plan.

In this particular afternoon, you were stretching on your tiptoes, trying to reach a book on the highest shelf. As you strained to grasp it, you felt a familiar presence behind you. A soft, warm breath grazed the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Azriel's velvety voice caressed your ear,

-Need some help? - You turned to find Azriel standing so close that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. Your heart fluttered, but you masked your flustered state with a playful smirk.

-Oh, so you're finally offering to be useful, Shadowsinger? - You teased, your eyes locking with his. A mischievous glint danced in Azriel's eyes as he reached for the book, effortlessly retrieving it from the shelf. Instead of handing it to you, he held it just out of your reach, enjoying the proximity between your bodies.

-I always knew you'd come to appreciate my usefulness - He replied, his voice low and teasing.

You refused to back down, your competitive spirit coming to the surface. You leaned in, closing the distance between you, and attempted to snatch the book from his grasp. But Azriel was too quick, tilting his hand just enough to evade you. Your faces were now mere inches apart, and the tension between you crackled like electricity. With a smoldering look, Azriel brought the book down slightly, just teasingly close to your fingers.

-If you want it, you'll have to work for it - He challenged, his lips quirking into a seductive smile.

Your breath hitched at the playful yet alluring demeanor of the warrior. Determined to match his boldness, you leaned in even closer, allowing your lips to brush against his.

-I don't mind a little challenge - A low growl rumbled in Azriel's throat, and he gave up, handing you the book. But he didn't step back, instead, he closed the remaining distance between you, pressing his body against yours, creating an intoxicating blend of heat and desire.

Your eyes locked once more, and the air around you crackled with tension. Without thinking, Azriel's fingers grazed your cheek, tracing a path along your jawline. Yourheart pounded wildly, the sensation of his touch igniting a fire within you.

-You have no idea what you do to me - Azriel admitted huskily, his voice thick with desire.

-Show me - You whispered, unable to resist the pull you felt towards him any longer.

In that moment, the world around you ceased to exist. The library faded away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a haze of passion and longing. With an intensity you had both kept bottled up for too long, you surrendered to each other's embrace, your lips meeting in a fiery kiss that ignited a love that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Your whispered affections and tender touches among the books unveiled the truth you had both been hiding – that you were more than friends, that your souls had found your match. Your lips couldn't seem to snap away from his, the book long forgotten in the ground as you entangled your hands in his hair and pulled him closer.

-... Are you somewheEAHHH - Gwyn's scream made you separate from Azriel in a flash, her eyes almost popping out of her head as she took in the scene in front of her, all the priestess around stepping closer to understand the commotion - Clotho is asking if you found the book - She pointed behind her, a smile playing in her as the Shadowsinger quickly bid you goodbye and ran away. You threw the book at your friend when she started to laugh - I just want to see how the training is going to be tomorrow.

And honestly? You wanted to know too.

Training sessions in the House of the Wind were usually filled with a lot of matches between the girls and intense training, but today was different. You and Azriel found yourselves paired together as a matter of destiny, the air around you charged with an electric tension that couldn't be ignored. As you sparred, the other Valkyries couldn't help but watch, completely shocked by the intense flirtation that unfolded before them. Gwyneth being the one pinpointing the looks you threw to him.

Your eyes locked with Azriel's as you circled each other, each movement purposeful and tantalizing. He could see the fire burning in your eyes, and it only fueled his desire to provoke you further . With a smirk, he raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge, inviting you to make the first move.

You didn't disappoint. In a swift motion, you lunged, your blades dancing gracefully through the air. Azriel effortlessly parried your strikes, your weapons clashing with a resounding echo. But beneath the fierce combat, there was an undercurrent of something more, a seductive dance of pure desire from the last day. Azriel leaned in close, his breath ghosting over your ear as you defended his attack.

-You are fighting with such passion today, what happened? - He laughed when you pushed him far from you with a kick - It's almost intoxicating - A shiver ran down the reader's spine as you met his gaze, unyielding.

-I'm just getting started - You replied, your voice dripping with provocation - Someone started something and couldn't finish. Let's see if you can end this fight at least.

Your banter continued as you moved in sync, each anticipating the other's moves. The sexual tension between you was palpable, and the other Valkyries couldn't tear their eyes away, their training momentarily forgotten. Azriel's wings unfurled slightly, showcasing his strength and power.

-You know - He suddenly said, his voice deep and alluring, but not low enough to not let your public hear, ever the exhibitionist he was - I could show you a few moves that aren't part of the regular training regimen - Your cheeks flushed when you heard the gasps from the other females, but you didn't back down. Instead, you leaned in even closer, your body inches from his.

-And what kind of moves are those, Shadowsinger? - You purred, your tone daring him to reveal his thoughts.

-The kind that leaves you breathless - He teased, the double entendre not lost on the watching Valkyries when some of them let out small screams of excitement.

- I bet you could teach me something new, anyway - A wicked grin tugged at the corners of your mouth when he growled after your words, trying to strike you down.

The training session continued with a fervor, the intensity between you and Azriel growing with each exchange. Your bodies moved in harmony, pushing each other to new limits. At one point, you managed to disarm Azriel and pin him to the ground, and for a brief moment, you had the upper hand. But Azriel didn't seem bothered by it; instead, he wore an approving smile.

-Impressive - He murmured, his voice dripping with admiration.

Your closeness was almost suffocating, the desire between you reaching a breaking point. The other Valkyries exchanged glances, unsure if they should intervene or let the fiery tension run its course.

As the training session came to an end, you and Azriel stood face to face, breathing heavily from the exertion. The intensity in your eyes was undeniable, and you both knew that this was just the beginning of something. The Valkyries couldn't help but gasp as Azriel leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours.

-You have no idea of what you've done to me, the hunger you awake - He whispered, his voice dark and alluring.

-If it's any closer to what I'm feeling then you better be prepared to satisfy it, Shadowsinger - With a playful smile, you replied before you stepped away from the training grounds, leaving the other Valkyries in a state of awe and disbelief. Your flirtatious dance had left a remarkable message between you and Azriel, one that you would try to ignore as best as you could, even against your will.

Weeks of tension and flirting had passed between you and Azriel. The subtle glances, teasing words, lingering touches, and sometimes a kiss or other had kept both of your hearts racing. Yet, neither of you dared to take the leap beyond your friendship. One evening, after a gathering at the Town House, you found yourself seeking solace and guidance from Feyre, always the good listener High Lady. She smiled knowingly as you spilled your heart out, admitting your crush on Azriel and detailing the last few weeks of encounters with him, not knowing when to point out the sudden change in your friendship with him.

-You know, I don't think he's disinterested in you. Azriel is just cautious, especially with matters of the heart - Feyre reassured you, caressing your head that was in her lap.

-I mean, he's obviously not disinterested in me. The thing is, does he want a relationship or just this weird kissing friendship we are doing? I think he knows I like him, it's impossible to not know. Even Nyx confirmed, he called me auntie, it's because I'm gonna marry his uncle, right? - She laughed at you, and you playfully smack her arm - I'm being serious. Solve this problem, you are the High Lady, you're supposed to be serious when one of your subjects needs help.

-Do you want a relationship with him, darling? - You stopped to think about her question, the moments you spent with Azriel popping in your head, before and after the mess you created, a smile growing in your face at the memories.

-Yes. Definitely - You whispered, receiving a smile from Feyre as well, her eyes shining with some suspicious glint behind them.

-Then tell him. He might be waiting for your confession too - You quickly nodded, giving her a kiss on the cheek before getting up from your spot.

Feeling a bit more encouraged, you returned to your quarters, unaware that Azriel had overheard the entire conversation from the shadows. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized the depth of your feelings for him, and he knew it was time to act over his own.

Before you could even close the door behind you, Azriel stepped out of the darkness and into your room. Startled, you turned to face him, but before you could speak, he gently closed the door and pinned you against the wood with a mixture of intensity and tenderness. His hazel eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation.

-I've known about your feelings - He admitted in a husky whisper - And I've been a fool for not making a move sooner - A shiver ran down your spine as his warm breath caressed your skin.

-Azriel - You managed to say, your heart racing with anticipation. He cupped your face with his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek softly.

-I've been in love with you too, but I was scared. Scared of losing our friendship, scared of hurting you, of making something wrong, of you changing your mind, I don't know - He confessed. You placed your hand over his heart, feeling it race beneath your touch.

-I don't want to lose you either - You could only admit, your voice filled with vulnerability as you couldn't say anything else.

-You won't - Azriel assured you, his voice steady but full of emotion - I promise to cherish and protect what we have, and I'll prove my devotion to you everyday from now on, if you let me - You could only agree under his eyes, your body heating at each word.

With that, he leaned in, closing the distance between you and capturing your lips in a tender, passionate kiss. The world around you melted away once again as you fully surrendered to the feelings you had kept hidden for so long.

Your hands explored each other's bodies gently, reveling in the newfound intimacy between you. Azriel's touch was both passionate and cautious, showing his care for you. As you deepened the kiss, you knew that this moment would mean the world from now on.

For the Acotar Bingo could you do Pregnancy with Azriel?

You thought you were going to be free from me? NEVER MUAHAHAHAHA I promised to do all of the requests and I WILL

See? I'm not capable to do a one-shot without giving their whole story before. Not that any of you mind I guess 😎😎

I don't know if it's something you like but hey! Let's give this poor author a try, alright?

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this 🥰🥰

Never Knew I Needed

You always knew Azriel would be the greatest male that ever got into your life. From the moment you saw those eyes looking at you from the other side of the room until the scene going on in front of you, you decided that this male would be forever cursed with your presence in his life. You doubted he would mind tho.

It all started when your friend got you an extra invitation to the High Lord's starfall party in one second she was guiding you through the food table and in the other she found another friend of hers and simply disappeared. Easy like that you stayed a good part of the night eating every single different appetizer you could find. This kept going for a long time until he saw you looking like a fish out of the water and smiled at you from across the room.

And, oh my, wasn't he ravishing? The most beautiful male you ever encountered in your life. And yes, you were counting those funny-looking shadows that kept flying around him as part of his charm.

You didn't smile back through, too shocked with his looks to make your brain work properly. He raised an eyebrow and made a wave with his hand, signalizing for you to approach. Not that you did, your first reaction was to put another deliciously fried cheese thing inside your mouth and look around to search for who he was talking to. It couldn't possibly be you… right?

As you were ready to take another cheese ball a shadow appeared in front of the bowl, after circling your wrist and tugging the sleeve of your dress you finally looked back at the male, he was definitely trying to contain a smile that threatened to form in his mouth. Damn it, you wanted to see that full-mouth laugh he was trying to hold back.

That's when you finally realized he was waving at you. Oh, gods, everything made sense now, he was one of the High Lord's men and he discovered you were nothing but a mere citizen and that you were not part of the High High Fae, but a Low High Fae. By the Mother, you could just jump out of the building and hope for a quick death if he was going to take you to the dungeon and torture you. Could you possibly give away your friend for sneaking you there? You decided that no, however the torture method you were going to face you would never EVER give away your friend. Even if she deserved it for abandoning you there.

You quickly popped another ball into your mouth before following the shadows that looked so happy to guide you through the crowd. When you made it to the male you were already finished chewing that delicious food, hoping it wasn't the last proper food you were going to taste before being only fed with old bread and dirty water for the next few days.

- Oh well, hello there - He said, his voice causing reactions in your body that you didn't think were possible.

- Hm, hi? I guess - To say you were scared was ridiculous, you were ready to pretend to have a heart attack and get away from there - Look, I'm sorry if I'm not on my best behavior. I'm just a little nervous that my friend disappeared from my view and she was kind of my guide here, so, yeah, I'm sorry that I'm eating the whole buffet. But you need to understand, it's my first time here, and, I kinda figured out you already know that I'm not part of a rich family or even deserve to be here, I mean, my parents are bakers! How could I possibly get an invitation, right? That's what you were going to ask! So, this friend that I was talking about, Stella, she got me an invitation, it was supposed to be her sister but she got sick last week and told me to come to her place. Yes, I know, fake identity is a crime, but hey, having fun for one night is not! I swear I'm not going to do this ever again, if, and only if, you promise to not take me to the dungeons to only feed me bread and let the rats ruin this beautiful dress, because, you know, this is not even mine! I borrowed it from Stella! Please mister scary and strangely handsome winged muscular attractive male, don't kill me! I swear I'm usually a good person, I had a good education too, you know? I don't know what happened to me tonight, but I promised I'll be better from now on!

You could only watch as his face morphed from a shocked expression to the most amused one. The laugh he seemed to be holding now made music to your ears, and you wondered if you actually had jumped out of the mountain and were now in that heaven with milk honey or something like that people always talked about.

- What? - He laughed even harder as you tried to catch your breath.

- You are not one of the High Lord's men?

- Well, that I am - He said as the laughs slowly turned into small giggles.

- But you are not going to arrest me? - His eyes sparkled as he took you in, his smile now permanent on his face.

- Why would I do that to such a beautiful female? - You felt your face heat up at his question, mischief covering his expression as he realized the effect he had on you.

- You called me here for what, then? - One of his shadows slowly made its way to your arm, resting on your shoulder as if trying to warm itself.

- Can't a male try his luck with a pretty girl at his brother's party? It's Starfall, after all, I was kinda hoping you could give me the gift of your night - That made you dumbfounded, you weren't going to lie to yourself.

- You are quite shameless, huh? - His eyes traveled through every part of you before stopping at your face again.

- I'm not the one giving away my best friend Stella for inviting me to a party - Your eyes surely were popping out of your head as you realized what you said only minutes ago - But I promise I won't tell Rhysand if you give me the pleasure of your company for this night, my lady - He offered you his hand, a shining stone glowing in the back of it - And maybe I can personally invite you for the next Starfall and you won't have to commit a crime again.

You gave him your hand as you felt a smile appear on your mouth, making his expression light up from the simple view of your happiness.

That was basically how, thirty years later, you were now caressing the shadowsinger's hair as he sang for the little baby inside your belly, making yours and his heart calm as the smooth voice of your husband filled the place around you and he finished the song and kissed you belly one more time before pushing himself up until he met your lips with his.

- What that big mind of yours was thinking, hm? - He knew you too well, thirty years of sharing your lives and you learned that you could never hide anything from him.

- Just remembering the day we met - He slightly chuckled before wrapping you in his arms, keeping a hand on your stomach to make sure his future son would stay calm and finally let his mother sleep - Weird to think I was hoping to not get arrested and ended up caged to you. Now I'm carrying your child and you sing to him when he kicks too much while I admire that pretty face of yours and imagine how in this universe I got you to fall in love with me.

- You never asked, actually - At your confused look he kissed lips quickly before explaining - Why I fell in love with you. I know that you took your time but I knew that you would be my wife the moment you begged me to not let the rats eat Stella's dress in the dungeon. You're the best thing I never knew I needed, even if I always searched for.

- You're the best thing I never knew I needed too, Az. Thank you for loving me, for giving me the life I have right now - You joined your hand with his on top of your belly, feeling your son kick lightly as if to say he agreed with you - I love you more than life itself.

- I should be the one thanking you. You changed my life for best and showed me so many different ways of living - He kissed you, deeply now, taking his time with you, tasting all the love you had to give, and answering with the same amount - I love you more than life itself.

Hi! For bingo: nightmare with Helion, fluff

Ladies and gentlemen, here I state: I am a monster

Yes, you asked me fluff, I did it, but with A MAJOR ANGST

IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭 if you want me to do it again without the triggers ask please, I just got carried away with this

For some ideia: this one has trigger warning, oh yeah, we are THAT bad

It's a bit shorter than the other ones too, but meh that's all I can get sorry

I think I'm still deep into the pregnancy trope, apologies

Trigger warning: miscarriage, nightmare, self hate thoughts, Helion being supportive king (it's not a trigger tho)

Baby Mine

You remember the scene perfectly. You heard the motion in the room, smelled the blood, and saw the red covering a good part of the sheets. You heard Helion's scream for help, saw the healers entering the room, and then everything felt empty, you even distinguished Lucien's face in the middle of the fuss. Helion was silently crying at the side of the bed, holding your hand and praying. For you, you realized.

But you were numb.

You didn't feel pain, you actually felt cold. You remember asking for someone to close the windows. But they were closed, weren't they? Day Court was supposed to be hot at that time of the year.

You felt wetness, but where was it coming from? Was it raining outside? No, it wasn't the rainy season. What was happening? Why did you feel so numb, so sad, so empty?

It took you more than a week to get rid of the fever, the infection almost killed that time. It hasn't killed you, but it definitely killed a part of you. Every part of that day and of all the ones that followed was a mess inside of your mind. When you first woke up and finally realized what happened you refused to sleep for five days in a row. You knew the nightmares were going to follow you everywhere you went. When Helion cried so much one day and begged you to sleep you knew what was coming for you that night.

Blood, screams, wetness, cold, cries, prayers, emptiness.

The same process happened over and over again for the next year, each time less and less. Somehow you felt like you needed those nightmares, it was a reminder that you indeed had a pregnancy, you had a child. It didn't matter if the baby came out too soon. It was yours, it was your baby.

Sometimes you just want to forget. Want to forgive yourself for not being enough to hold the baby inside your belly. Want to forget the pain it felt afterward. Want to forget Helion's sorrows and Lucien's pained face when he realized what had happened.

Sometimes you think you deserved it.

Sometimes you think no one deserves this pain.

It stopped after some time, months of talking with your mate until you could finally find peace of mind and keep going with your life. You both made a little grave for the unborn baby. It didn't have a name yet, or a face, or anything at all, being out too early in the pregnancy. And yet, you loved it with everything part of your being. It had been ripped out of you.

But now it was back, you could feel Helion shaking you softly to wake you up. But you didn't want to, you wanted to see it, see your baby, apologize once again.

Blood, screams, wetness, cold, cries, prayers, emptiness.

You hold onto those memories with your dear life, you wanted to see its face. But did it have a face? The healers said it didn’t, being so young that nothing was formed yet. But sometimes you like to imagine, its skin, eyes, and voice. Anything.

Blood, screams, wetness, cold, cries, prayers, emptiness.

Suddenly it stopped and everything was gone. You felt the sweat on your skin, felt the chill air of the opened windows, saw the different walls, felt the different beds, and realized how full you were. You feel full.

You got up abruptly, feeling the gentle shaking of Helion's hand on your shoulder and the worry that flew through the bond. As your senses gradually returned, you realized the nightmare had dissolved into the cool reality of your bedroom. Beads of sweat adorned your skin, a stark contrast to the chill air that crept in through the windows.

- Babe, are you okay? - Helion's voice sounded on your side, his face calm and serene, but his eyes holding the worry and pain you know he also feels.

- I'm fine. I'm fine now - You don't know if it's true or if you are just trying to calm yourself down. But it works. It might also be Helion's hand traveling up and down on your back, warm and soft as always, pushing away the cold, filling you with heat.

- The same nightmare? - He grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, holding you for dear life.

- Yes. It's back. But I'm fine - You reassured him again, your voice quivering slightly - I'll be fine now - You hoped the words would turn into truth to the both of you, even if you weren't entirely convinced yourself.

- Do you want to talk about it? - He inquired softly, his voice laced with tenderness and concern. He pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist, creating a cocoon of safety and warmth that only he could provide to you.

- Yes, please - You nodded, a shiver coursing through your body when the memories threatened to pass by - I'm scared - You admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

- It was just a nightmare, you are healthy and safe - Helion pressed his lips against your forehead, his touch as gentle as a feather - I'm here, my love. I'll always be here. We'll be together as I promised you, I won't leave your side ever again, we'll face whatever comes our way.

Tears welled up in your eyes, emotions threatening to spill over. The weight of your shared grief and your unspoken fears were heavy, but in Helion's embrace, you found solace. His unwavering support had become a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. The warmth of Helion's touch, his unwavering presence, helped anchor you in the present moment.

Amidst the fragile vulnerability that lingered in the room, you found the strength to share your deepest apprehension. The truth lingers in your tongue along with the fear of finally pronouncing the words that you kept to yourself for such a long time.

- Helion, I... I'm pregnant again - You confessed, your voice trembling with uncertainty, the tears ready to roll down your face at any moment - But I'm so scared. I'm afraid that I can't hold the baby like last time. I don't want to lose another one.

His eyes widened with a mixture of surprise, joy, and concern. As much as he didn't want to show it, you could still see the spark that ascended in his eyes when he heard the news. Helion's grip tightened around you, his voice filled with raw emotion

- My love, whatever decision you make, I will stand by you. We can face this together, but please know that I'll let you decide. If you think you can't go through this then you don't need to, but you are strong, stronger than you give yourself credit for. You are capable of holding life within you, of raising it with your love and tenderness - He caressed your face while saying every word, not looking away from your eyes while saying it - The last time you caught a disease, it wasn't your fault and it would never be. You did everything right, it just wasn't meant to be. You decide now.

His words pierced through your fears, cutting through the darkness that clouded your mind. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you clung to him, overwhelmed by a surge of love and gratitude. Helion's own tears mingled with yours, cascading down his face as he approached you.

- I want it so bad. I want to be a mom. I want to give you a child for you to hold. I want to give Lucien a sibling - You proceed every word with hope and love, snuggling closer to your mate as you imagined your future with him and a new child - I'm ready to try again if you stay with me.

- I will. You will probably have to ask Lucien to take me away from you when I stick to you from now on for every second of the day - You laugh as he proves himself right by squeezing you in a tight hug, pecking your face and neck numerous times - I can't wait to be a daddy with you, to create a life together that will be a testament to our love.

Through tear-streaked smiles, you both decided to keep this precious secret to yourselves until you were certain the baby would make it to the end. The road ahead was uncertain, but with Helion by your side, your heart was filled with renewed hope and the conviction that you were not alone.

In the tender embrace of your mate, you allowed yourself to bask in the sweetness, love, and softness that enveloped your being. Feeling more confident than ever for the path you were about to follow. The journey of healing and new beginnings had just begun, but with each passing moment, you grew stronger, especially together. And in the depths of your love, you found the courage to believe in the miracles that awaited you.

Hey could you pls do the nightmare trope with azriel where the reader has a very bad nightmare in which she sees azriel nearly dead and when she wakes up and finds him she can't believe it's him and he manages to help her ? ☺️🤔

I certainly can! 😉😉

Oh my, thank you very much for directing me on this one, my biggest fear is writing something people wouldn't like since I usually get carried away in the story and write whatever comes to mind first

Hope you enjoy this!!

I know I said I wouldn't do more than one fic for each trope right now but whatever I like this one better 😡

Until It Happens To You

The night was restless as if the shadows themselves whispered secrets that their master shouldn't hear. You felt burdened by a foreboding unease, your mind shifted between the deep slumber and the real world. You didn't feel Azriel's body beside yours in the bed, his side turning cold at each passing moment he was away. You were sure he slept at your side this night, just as the many others he said your presence made it easier for him to finish his work and finally get some rest.

This strange arrangement between the two of you started a few months ago, you with your throat dry and in need of water and him with a pile of work, he didn't finish during the day. You were so deep into your sleep that somehow you managed to invite him to your room and tell him he could do it in your bed since "two work better than one". You were obviously asleep when he found himself at your side, but he remained there anyway and assured you the next morning that it worked, in a strange way. After some days, some times you actually helped him, he distracted himself by your calm aura and slept in your bed.

That's how everything started and, on his restless nights, he found comfort at your side, both of you holding your peace together as the dream world caught you both at night.

Anyway, you imagined he went back to his room, as he did so many nights before, it wasn't weird at all. Yet, you couldn't get back to sleep as the silence filled the house, almost as if it was mourning something. Your eyes started to close again only to open by a haunting scream that seemed to transcend the walls of the whole house, filling every corner with terror.

In this nightmarish scenario, you found yourself standing in the middle of the room, what before was a bright and colorful place became a desolate chamber shrouded in darkness. The air was heavy with a cold, forming an oppressive atmosphere. Dimly lit torches flickered around you, torches you didn't remember you lighted. They kept casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls, mocking you with their macabre movements, almost as if they were laughing at your lack of knowledge.

As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, you noticed the open door, more torches lighting your way to the corridor, and the stones covering the walls, dirty with a thin layer of blood that started on your door and kept going downstairs. You checked your own body to make sure, finding nothing but heartache, a feeling that your heart was being ripped out of you.

You followed the path that led you to the living room, the blood forming a thicker layer with each step you took closer. The sight you found wasn't any better, close to the balcony doors, in a position that looked like the person was trying to run away, you spotted a figure lying motionless on the cold stone floor. The wings were shredded to pieces, and blood covered their clothes, forming a pool on the sides.

Your heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned upon you, making your knees tremble as you took in the image forming in front of your eyes. It was Azriel, the one whose love and presence had become the foundation of your existence. Panic surged through your veins, and your voice choked with fear when you screamed for help, but it seemed like no one was in the house besides the both of you.

-Azriel! No, please, wake up! - You uselessly screamed as you ran close to his body, feeling that your heart could explode at any moment with the pain you felt.

With trembling hands, you rushed towards him, your footsteps echoing ominously through the chamber. Kneeling by his side, you desperately shook him, but he remained unresponsive. His usually tanned and alluring features were now pale and lifeless, and his eyes closed in an eternal slumber. Suddenly you understood the pain you were feeling. The mating bond. The realization kills you even more.

Tears streamed down your face as you cradled his motionless form, hugging his cold body the way you could, hoping for any form of life to come out of him. Your voice became a desperate plea as you kept talking to him, even if you knew he wouldn't answer.

-No, this can't be happening! Azriel, please! Wake up! - Your anguished cries reverberated off the walls, fading into the oppressive darkness.

Yet, despite your desperate attempts, your touch suddenly met no resistance. It seemed to pass through his form as if he were nothing but a specter. His body started to disappear in thin air, the despair seemed to taunt you, amplifying your pain and the sense of loss.

As this nightmare tightened its grip on you, the chamber distorted and morphed, becoming a labyrinth of pain and suffering. The walls closed in, constricting your movements, suffocating you with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. You fought against the suffocating atmosphere, gasping for air, your voice a mere whimper as you tried to grasp Azriel's disappearing form.

- Please...don't leave me… I love you. I've been in love for a long time now and you can't leave me here… my mate - Your last words were whispered against the nothing.

When Feyre told you about the day she almost lost Rhysand she told you about the painful sensation of getting her heart broken. And you were there when she need it most while she remembered the situation, but you weren't the one falling off that deep end of silence and cold of a once cheerful and bright string that connected their souls. You understood her now.

You once had a friend that lost somebody close, and you were also there when they needed it most, but you would never be the one having trouble sleeping once the night came and you felt like you didn't do enough. But you understood them now.

You can say you're sorry a million times to Azriel's body laying on the floor. But even if you try hard, he won't come back. The same way you tried to sympathize with your friends, it was helpless, you wouldn't be the one picking up the pieces left of your heart. Now you were. And you felt helpless anyway.

Somebody loses somebody every day, but you'll never really know what it's like till you wake up to some really bad news and the worst scenario you could ever find. You'll never really know how it feels until it happens to you.

You looked around the room, the blood covering everything only made the pain worse. You looked outside, trying to find a starry night, instead, you only found a creature looking back at you, its teeth covered in your mate's blood when the thing seemed to smile at your figure. You only waited for the creature to break the windows and devour you completely, but as it came closer you only felt the wind meeting your skin as the thing breathed against your hair. It was inside the house the whole time, only waiting for you to mourn Azriel's body and relish its work before doing the same to you.

Just as the darkness threatened to consume you entirely, your body jolted awake, every piece of skin drenched in a cold sweat. The nightmare had released its grip on you, but your heart still raced with lingering dread. Trembling, you looked around the room, desperately seeking solace in the comforting embrace of reality. The colors and brightness of your bedroom make itself known as you take in the world around you. The small sounds of night filled you in, the solitude leaving your body.

And then you saw him - Azriel - sitting at the edge of the bed, concern etched across his face. His presence felt surreal as if the boundaries between the nightmare and reality had blurred. Tears of relief welled up in your eyes as you reached out to touch him, fear covering your movements as uncertainty filled you.

- Azriel...is it really you? - Your voice was trembling with disbelief as your hand finally made its way toward his face. Azriel's eyes softened with compassion as he gently took your trembling hand in his, his scars making everything fall into place. The reality and the mating bond.

- Yes, it's me. You had a terrible nightmare, but you're safe now - His voice was raw, he was probably trying to wake you up for some time now. Overwhelmed by emotions, you throw yourself into his waiting arms, holding onto him as if he was your lifeline.

- I thought...I thought I lost you - You whispered, voice quivering with a mixture of fear and relief. Azriel held you tightly, his touch a soothing balm to your shattered emotions.

- I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. Do you want me to stay here a little longer? - At that moment, the nightmare's grip loosened completely, replaced by a newfound strength and resilience.

- I need to tell you something - His eyes widened a bit, and his breathing became uneasy. You realized he felt the tug you gave into that bond between you two - It was horrible to feel this being shredded to pieces as you died in my arms, I couldn't do anything while you disappeared right in front of my eyes.

- I'm here now, I'm fine - He kissed your head and pulled you closer - I woke up when I heard your scream. You were calling my name - He smothered his hand on your arms, warming you with his presence - When I got here you weren't screaming, but I could still hear your voice. I probably heard from…

- The mating bond - You finished the phrase for him, just seeing him nodding - Why didn't you sleep here tonight?

- If I spent one more night at your side without having you being mine completely I would go crazy - He put you to lay down on the bed, quickly getting under the covers with you - I thought I should put some space between us or I would hold you in my arms and never let you go.

- I wouldn't be opposed to this, you know - You said in a whisper, seeing the smile that planted his face as he went closer and closer to you, holding you impossibly near his naked torso, enough heat irradiated from him to warm both of you. His presence became your anchor, his love a guiding light through the darkest of nights - What do we do now?

- Now we sleep, I don't go to train tomorrow so we can talk and figure out how we gonna work this out - His hand traveled to your face, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes - I want you to have in mind that I won't rush you in any way, but I love you and I want this between us. I want you to love me too.

- I already do. I always did - You whispered as you went closer and closer, slowly ending the gap between both of you as you kissed his lips lightly, just a taste of the near future you both could have - I want everything with you, and I don't want to wait. Just to remember the sensation of losing you without getting to live anything makes me anxious.

- It's okay now. I promise I won't leave your side - He wrapped one wing around you, providing a safe space for you both - Get some sleep now, when the sun rises we can talk - He granted one last kiss on the lips before you closed your eyes and hugged him tight.

You stayed entwined in each other's arms, finding solace in the warmth of your embrace. The nightmare may have left scars, but also a sensation of longing for the bond that you would have to fulfill for the rest of your life. The scars would heal with time and you would both find solace in the unbreakable bond you shared.