Hello!! Do You Think You Could Right A Sort Of Enemies To Lovers Relationship With Azriel? Maybe Where

Hello!! Do you think you could right a sort of enemies to lovers relationship with Azriel? Maybe where he and the reader get into a heated argument, and the bond snaps when the tension hits its peak? If this doesn’t inspire you, please don’t feel as though you have to accept my request! This is my first attempt at making a request, so I apologize if I did it incorrectly. Also, I wanted to note that your writing style is one of my favorites, and I hope you are proud of your work! That’s all, thank you for your time!!

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Listen to it please thank you

Loved your request, darling, it's actually much better when you send the whole story, I usually struggle when I try to think of a whole story alone (I swear I'm creative but it's hard to get things in your head out of nothing)

I try to be proud of my work as much as I can, thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

THIS WORK was sooooooo fun to do, I swear at some moment while I was writing this I laughed at my own story, super cool

I thought: "I'm gonna make this super serious" amd ended up with this, which is much better

This Is Love

Your family always meant everything to you. Being Rhysand's cousin meant you would be inserted in everything he did. Being his second in command meant you would be involved in every plan. And being all of that meant you would be part of his Inner Circle, which automatically involved you in everything they did together. From training, to family dinner and trips around the Courts for the meetings, you did all together. And you loved it. Again, your family meant everything to you, and spending time with them was on your top list of favorite things to do. I mean, when a certain Shadowsinger wasn't completely involved.

Working with Azriel was always fine, perfectly fine, actually. Rhysand often paired you up together to work because everything fell into place with the two of you. Your mind always seemed to think like one. But that teamwork only made itself present when the topic was your position towards the court and your job. Outside that, you both were a mess. Training with him was a dread, from him pinpointing each - non-existent - mistake, to you lashing yourself on him each time he made you angry, it's been more than 250 years of both of you trying to win one another in the training. It never happened.

Family dinner was also horrible since both of you had very different visions in every single topic someone started, not just that, somehow, no matter how many times you and Azriel changed seats with someone, it doesn't take a week until you find yourselves seated next to each other again. On top of that, you and he possess the ability to winnow, yet, Rhysand always thought it was necessary for you to winnow together. No matter how many times you said it wasn't necessary, Rhys only ignored you, the necessity of traveling with him making you hate your life just a little bit more.

But if spending time with your family was on your top favorite things to do, game night with Azriel was on your top things to make yourself miserable. It was a common scene for the rest of the Inner Circle to see you and him screaming at each other at some point. Sometimes one of you thought the other was cheating. Sometimes you started saying the other was winning too many times and should be taken out of the game. Sometimes it was the complete opposite, "if you lose so much, maybe you should step back and stop occupying space". Tonight it wasn't different, your favorite fight was ready to start as Azriel explained the rules to the new game.

Besides the usual crackling tension between you and Azriel, this night seemed to be at its worst peak. For weeks now, both of you seemed to be on the edge with one another, even in work, your usual camaraderie was replaced with sharp remarks and piercing glares. Everyone around the table exchanged puzzled looks, uncertain of what exactly had caused this escalating feud.

Azriel couldn't understand why every word from you grated on his nerves, nor could you fathom why Azriel's mere presence felt suffocating. The build-up of unresolved emotions and unspoken desires had been simmering for days, and now, it was about to reach its boiling point.

The Night Court's game night had started off innocently enough with your usual truth or drink game, something to light up tension (or build it, in your and Azriel's case), but as the evening wore on, the tension between you and Azriel became palpable as the Shadowsinger tried to introduce a new idea to the table. It began with a harmless disagreement over the rules of a card game, but it quickly escalated into a heated argument once the match started.

Azriel's patience was wearing thin as you challenged every decision he made during the game, the cards he dropped and the ones he chose, everything seemed horrible in your eyes. The other way around too, your matches weren't valid, you couldn't pick certain cards and no, it wasn't your turn yet. His usually calm demeanor was now strained, and he couldn't help but feel irritated by your persistent need to question him.

-I don't understand why you always have to question everything I do - Azriel snapped at some point, his shadows flickering around him as a testament to his growing frustration.

-Maybe if you didn't act like you knew everything, I wouldn't have to. "Boo, I'm Azriel and I don't let people play the game because I invented it and none of you understand how to play it" - You quickly shot back, their voice laced with sarcasm

The room fell silent, and your friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the mounting tension between the two of you. But there was no going back now; the floodgates had opened, and all the pent-up emotions were rushing to the surface.

-I don't act like I know everything, and I don't talk like that - Azriel retorted, his voice tight with anger - I just wish you'd stop acting like you have all the answers! Sometimes it is okay to listen to help because, guess what? I indeed invented the game and there's no way of you learning how to play it, if you don't listen to the rules!

-Well, forgive me for not blindly following you like everyone else. I'm not afraid to question things when they don't make sense! - Your eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as you shot back.

-And I'm not afraid to take action instead of endlessly debating every damn decision! - Azriel's temper flared, his wings twitching in agitation.

-I think what you're really good at is fucking my life! - Your family gasped at your words, shocked by the intensity.

-It's just a payback for every headache you give me every time you breathe near me - They quickly turned their heads to Azriel, equally shocked by his response.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if you were both about to explode. Your family exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to intervene in the escalating argument. But just as the situation reached its breaking point, a strange shift occurred. As Azriel locked eyes with you, an unexpected intensity replaced your anger. It was as if the universe itself had decided to step in, forcing you to confront the undeniable truth.

The room seemed to blur around you as you stood there, chests heaving from the heated exchange. The fight had reached its peak, and in that very moment, the mating bond snapped into place. The sudden connection was overwhelming, a rush of emotions and sensations that neither of you could comprehend. Your anger dissolved into confusion and shock as you felt an unexplainable pull towards each other.

Azriel's wings, once tense and defensive, now softened, as if beckoning every step you unknowingly took closer. Your guard came down as well, replaced by a mix of vulnerability and curiosity.

Your friends watched in astonishment as two adversaries stood there, seemingly lost in a world of their own. The room is filled with a charged silence, the kind that accompanies a revelation that changes everything. Even if none of them knew exactly what revelation was going on at that moment.

But as the realization set in, Rhysand and Feyre exchanged knowing smiles. It was no secret for them that you and Azriel had an underlying connection, a bond waiting to be acknowledged. They had witnessed the chemistry and unspoken feelings simmering between the two of you, and now, it seemed the universe had decided to intervene.

Your eyes met Azriel's once again, and this time, there was no irritation or hostility. Instead, there was an undeniable spark of understanding and attraction, a recognition of the emotions that you had been hiding from each other. Neither of you spoke a word, yet you communicated on a deeper level, the mating bond solidifying your connection at each passing second. It was as if all the walls you had built around your heart came crashing down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him.

As the reality of the mating bond settled in, your heart raced with confusion and fear. You couldn't understand why fate would choose someone you had built such animosity towards to be your mate. Feeling overwhelmed and unable to face the truth, you turned around and ran, needing time and space to process the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

Azriel, though taken aback and hurt by the sudden rejection, couldn't ignore the pull of the bond drawing him to you. With determination, he chased after your steps, his heart heavy with worry and longing. He caught up to you as you were getting closer to your room. Gently reaching out to touch your shoulder, you recoiled as if his touch burned.

-Please, let's talk - Azriel pleaded, his voice tinged with sadness - I never wanted to hurt you. The fights... They were a defense mechanism, a way to hide my own feelings and protect myself from the pain of loving someone who seemed to hate me. You started this, I just… Thought I should defend myself.

-But why you? Why did it have to be you? - You whispered, voice breaking with emotion. Azriel's eyes softened, and he took a step closer, his hand hovering near your face, yearning for the connection you both feared and desired.

-I wish I had an answer for that. All I know is that the bond doesn't choose who we love, it just binds us to our other half. And for some inexplicable reason, it chose us - He could see the pain in your eyes and knew that he needed to be honest, to show vulnerability despite his fears of rejection - The truth is, the more you fought me, the more I fell for you. Your fire, your strength, everything about you drew me in. But I was terrified of what it meant, so I pushed you away.

-I didn't know what to do with my feelings either - You admitted, opening a place in your heart that you swear to never look at again - I tried to convince myself that I hated you, but it only made things worse. Every fight, every argument, it was just a way to hide how much I… I wanted to be by your side. Everything was simple with them but you? You made me feel things and I didn't want it - Azriel's heart ached at your words, and he took a step closer, finally touching your cheek gently.

-We can figure this out together. I don't want to fight anymore. I want to be here for you, to understand you, and for you to understand me - Tears finally spilled from your eyes, as you looked into Azriel's soulful gaze, feeling the sincerity of his words.

-It won't be easy, but maybe we can try - You gave in, hugging him tightly, filling the void in your soul that you ignored for so long.

You and Azriel knew that you had a journey ahead, to step down from the fights and finally accept the truth that maybe, just maybe, you both were meant to be. Even in disagreement you found a way to each other. Although you would definitely keep your provocations going and Azriel would stay at your feet for anything you did, that was your way of loving and for the first time you were fine knowing what tomorrow would bring.

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The Inner Circle sat around the table, looking perplexed and bewildered after the explosive game night that had just taken place. None of them could quite wrap their heads around what had unfolded. Nestha glanced at Cassjan, who raised an eyebrow, silently communicating his own confusion. Feyre and Rhysand seemed to be the only ones who understood the situation, but none of them made a move to say something as they kept talking to each other in their minds.

-So, did anyone understand what just happened? I mean, they are usually weird around each other but… This weird? It's worrying - The general scratched his head and finally gathered the courage to say something.

-Beats me. The brute is right. But I have to admit, seeing them argue like that is always quite entertaining. It's the only reason I've been coming for the past centuries, honestly - Amren replied with a snarl, eyes rolling as she threw her cards on the table.

-Oh, for sure! It was like watching a drama unfold right in front of us every week. But I can't believe they just bolted like that. Do you think they're okay? - Mor inquired, a mix of amusement and worry kicking in.

-If I had to bet I would say they are killing each other - Cassian said, playing with the deck of cards.

-Or fucking - Nestha chimed in with a laugh - I mean, when I didn't accept the mating bond with Cassian I acted exactly like them. If you don't understand the feeling you might as well hurt the person you hold those feelings for - Everyone seemed to agree as the bets started to grow around the table.

-Knowing those two, they probably needed some time alone to sort things out. Maybe it's an understanding finally kicking in - Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief - The group exchanged curious glances, trying to understand their High Lord.

-Well, whatever it is, we can't say it was unimportant. That was probably the most explosive family game night we've ever had - Feyre couldn't help but add with a grin.

Just then, the door to the game room creaked open, and you walked in with Azriel by your side, hand in hand, with smiles on your faces. The Inner Circle's jaws dropped in disbelief as they took in the sight in front of them.

-What the...? How did you...? What? - Cassian sputtered, at a loss for words.

-You know, it's funny how things work out sometimes - Azriel looked around at their stunned faces and chuckled.

-Yeah, we had a little heart-to-heart and sorted some things out. Turns out, we had a lot of misunderstandings to clear up - You and Azriel smiled at each other, making the whole Inner Circle shocked.

-So, you two aren't going to be at each other's throats anymore? - Amren raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming.

-Oh, we definitely will - You said when you looked back at them, your head finding its way to Azriel's shoulder.

-Just not today - He said and kissed you head, hearing some gasps from the table.

-Are we witnessing a truce? - Mor whispered to the General, who just shuddered, as confused as her.

-Let's just say we have a newfound understanding of each other - Azriel replied, you and him sharing a knowing look.

-Well, that's a relief! We were starting to wonder if you two were going to start a war right here in the Night Court - Feyre laughed, reaching out for her mate's hand.

-Glad to see you've made up. Just... maybe tone it down during future game nights? - Rhysand smiled after clearly speaking mind to mind with the Shadowsinger.

-Okay, so… the rules of the game? - Nestha questioned, her cards still secured in her hands.

-It doesn't matter right now, you can choose it - Az said, making everyone turn their eyes to him. Shock covered every face in the room. Never, in their lives, do they think Azriel would give up on something. They turned their eyes to you, expecting some remark.

-Yeah, you guys can keep going - A wave of gasps and terrorized looks were exchanged between your family - I think Az might be hungry, aren't you?

-I might be. Will you make me something? - He asked, getting so close to you that your noses almost touched.

-It will be my pleasure - You said before dragging him towards the kitchen, not even noticing the mouths of the Inner Circle opened.

-Uh uh, no. I prefer the war. Tell them to come back and fight again, I don't like the way things worked - Mor leaned back in her chair, disbelief covering her posture.

-You know what? I think this interaction was more scary than the Cauldron - Amren said, finally giving up her cards as she threw them on the table.

-Come on, it can't be that bad, right? - All of the older members looked at Nestha with scared faces, even Rhysand, who knew exactly what happened between the two of you - Okay, apparently it is.

-What do we do now? - Feyre finally asked after silence filled the room.

-We hope that this Court doesn't crumble down - That was all that Rhysand said as he began separating the cards again, a whole new game starting that night.

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

Thanks so much for the reassurance, I'm a people pleaser KEEP COMMENTING COMMENTS THEY ARE MY BIGGEST FUEELLLLLL

Me writing a normal fanfic: 😃

Me 5 seconds after I start creating a whole trauma, past story and a lot of facts that are not exactly necessary to the story: 🥰😍🤩😚💕💖💟💞🤗✨️

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.

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.

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.

Faking dating with Cassian? Happy ending too please :(

OMG

Been thinking about this for a long time now

Maybe but just MAYBE I got carried away in this one, 4.6k words are not even THAT much... right?

Anyway, loved this 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 cass is so cute

I love my bat boys, hope you guys love them too

I'm doing my barbie nails so if something is wrong in this piece is probably because I'm trying mot to fuck my whole nail work while i type

Burn For You

Cassian strolled through the opulent ballroom of the Court of Nightmares, where the air was thick with intrigue and danger with yet another party Rhysand was throwing for his subjects. He took a sip of his drink, keeping an eye out for any potential threats to the peace of the Night Court. As he glanced around, his attention was drawn to a commotion nearby.

In a dimly lit corner, he noticed a young female struggling to distance herself from the clutches of an aggressive suitor. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her determined expression caught Cassian's attention. Without a second thought, he decided to intervene. He marched over with purpose, acting on instinct to protect someone in need.

-Is everything alright here? - He asked, sliding smoothly into the role of the female's savior. Well, your savior. You looked surprised by his sudden appearance, having heard of whispers and tales about the scary General of the Night Court, and right now, in the low light with the most threatening expression you ever saw someone using, you believed every word you heard. Your eyes quickly darted between Cassian and the persistent suitor.

-Yes, thank you - You replied, voice strained as you tried to maintain your composure.

-Great - Cassian replied with a charming smile, looping an arm around your waist and drawing you closer to him, exchanging looks with the other male - My apologies for being away for so long, love - He said, trying to sell the act convincingly. Your eyes widened in disbelief, and you tried to pull away from him.

-Wait, what are you doing? - You whispered, voice filled with alarm.

-It's called "pretending," my lady, - Cassian whispered back, equally alarmed by the situation but determined to see it through.

-I'm sorry, I thought you were alone - The male replied quickly, fear shaking in his voice - If you excuse me - Once he left you finally pulled away from the General, looking around you noticed the dozens of eyes observing your interaction.

-Why would you do that? - The question flew out of your mouth the second you saw everyone changing their gazes to somewhere else.

-Not even a "thank you"? - He jokes, but your face tells him it's not time for it - I saw you were in distress, and it's a trick that works well in Velaris, those inconvenients fear this bunch of muscles when they see me - He funnily flexes his muscles but your face doesn't show anything but distress.

-What works well in your Velaris or whatever doesn't work the same way here - You hissed, cheeks flushed with embarrassment - This is the Court of Nightmares, and claiming to be someone's partner is a serious matter. He didn't fear you, he feared your possession over me - Cassian's expression faltered for a moment as the gravity of his mistake hit him. He had been too caught up in the idea of helping someone in need, and he hadn't considered the ramifications of his actions in the dangerous Court you were in.

-I'm sorry - He began sincerely - I didn't know. I saw you in trouble, and I thought I could help - Realizing his error, he quickly guided you away from the party and into a quieter alcove.

-You need to understand that here if a male claims to be a female's partner, it's equivalent to a proposal. And once that happens, it can't be undone easily - Your anger was evident in your voice tone, but you took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions.

-I had no idea. I didn't mean to put you in such a difficult situation - Cassian's eyes widened in surprise and concern.

-It's not your fault - You replied, your voice softening slightly - But you must be cautious in the Court of Nightmares. My father has been trying to marry me off to secure alliances, and if he hears about this, things could get even more complicated.

-I'll do whatever I can to help you get out of this situation - Cassian assured you, feeling a weight of responsibility on his shoulders - I was just trying to help.

-Thank you. But for now, we should keep our distance and pretend this never happened, maybe hoping that whoever saw or heard us won't tell my father. It's for both our sakes - You studied him for a moment, and despite your initial anger, a glimmer of gratitude shone in your eyes. Maybe he wasn't as bad as people talked.

-Whatever you think is best, I'll let you take the lead. Just know that if you ever need help, I'll be here.

With an uneasy truce settled between you, you both returned to the party at different times, every pair of eyes burdened in your back with the possible knowledge of the tangled web you now found yourself in. Cassian couldn't shake the feeling that the encounter in the Court of Nightmares would have far-reaching consequences, and he silently vowed to protect you from any harm that might come.

Little did both of you know that your paths were now irrevocably intertwined. It didn't take a full week until Cassian found himself on the receiving end of a rather urgent call from Rhysand. With a sense of trepidation, he answered the summons and flew to the High Lord's study in the Town House. Rhysand was seated behind his ornate desk, a mix of concern and exasperation in his piercing violet eyes.

-Cassian - He began, his voice measured - Care to explain why there's a very excited, rich male in my living room, asking for my permission to talk to his daughter's fiancé - Cassian sighed, running a hand through his hair.

-It's a long story, Rhys, but you know how I tried to help that girl at the last party? Turns out, claiming to be her boyfriend in the Court of Nightmares is a serious matter - Rhysand raised an eyebrow, not believing what his ears were listening

-I thought it might be something like that. Go on - Cassian recounted the events from that night and the subsequent secret conversation with you, explaining how you unintentionally became entangled in a fake dating due to his misguided attempt to help you.

-And, apparently, I was drunk enough to forget every single lesson you made me and Azriel take about the Court of Nightmares and the things we weren't supposed to do - Rhysand listened attentively, nodding thoughtfully as the pieces fell into place - And I did.

-I understand, Cassian, and I appreciate that you were trying to do the right thing. However, this situation is delicate. Her father holds considerable influence, and his support is crucial for the stability of the Night Court. We can't risk alienating him - Cassian clenched his jaw, realizing the gravity of the situation.

-I know, Rhys, but I don't want to hurt the poor girl either. She's caught in the middle of all this, and I can't just walk away from her, leave her to deal with the consequences of my mistake - He talked exasperated, head filled with thoughts - If I break up this non-existent relationship she will be forever ruined in the Hewn City. They will destroy her reputation - Rhysand sighed, his eyes softening with understanding.

-I don't want you to walk away either, Cassian. But for the time being, I think we need to maintain the appearance of this fake relationship. At least until we figure out a more delicate way to extricate ourselves from this mess - Cassian frowned, feeling the weight of his loyalty to the Night Court

-So, you want me to continue pretending to be in a relationship with her? Won't that be leading her on? - Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his expression serious.

-It's a risk we have to take, talk with her and sort things out for now. But we'll find a solution. We always do. Just be mindful of your actions and words. We can't afford any missteps again - Cassian nodded, accepting the responsibility.

-I understand, Rhys. I'll do my best to handle this. But we need to find a way to free her from this situation eventually - Rhysand placed a reassuring hand on Cassian's shoulder.

-We will, Cassian. For now, keep up with the appearances, and I'll see what I can do to get through this political minefield - With a newfound sense of purpose, Cassian left Rhysand's study, determined to protect you and find a way out of this mess.

Weeks passed, and the tension between Cassian and your family only grew. Your father remained in absolute bliss, while Rhysand worked tirelessly to find a way to mend the situation without compromising the Night Court's alliances. One evening, Cassian found himself pacing restlessly in his quarters, his mind racing with worry and uncertainty. He knew he had unintentionally entangled you in a mess you never asked for, and he couldn't bear to see you suffer the consequences.

Finally, unable to contain his emotions any longer, Cassian made his way to your house. He knocked softly, and when the door opened, he found you looking surprised by his visit, weeks going by without any news that didn't come from your father.

-Cassian? Is everything alright? - you asked, concern evident in your eyes. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to propose.

-No, everything's not alright. This situation is tearing my mind apart, and I don't know what to do about it - You gestured for him to come in, and you sat down facing each other.

-I know. But we can't just run away from it. Everyone knows or thinks you are going to propose anytime soon. They are already whimpering about you breaking off the relationship or whatever - Cassian nodded, his heart heavy with guilt and anger for those who commented these types of things about you.

-I know, and I will take responsibility for my mistakes. But I can't let you suffer for them anymore. There's a way we can protect your reputation and undo this mess - You looked at him with curiosity.

-How? - He hesitated for a moment before blurting out.

-Marry me. In name only, like a fake relationship until Rhysand figures out how to untangle us from this situation. We can tell our families that we're together, but in reality, we won't have to be. It's the best way to protect you from any harm or comment that might come your way - Your eyes widened, feeling taken aback by his desperate suggestion.

-Cassian, I don't know if that's the right thing to do. Marrying for appearances, it's not fair to you, or me.

-I know it's not fair - He admitted, his voice raw with emotion - But it's the only way I can think of to keep you safe, to give Rhysand the time he needs to do the political things he has to do or whatever. That's why I'm the general, not the counselor - You chuckle at him, feeling better by seeing him so engaged in the idea of helping you.

-What if this becomes even more complicated? What if we break up and everyone starts saying that I am ruined? - Cassian's gaze softened, and he took your hand in his.

-If that happens, we'll deal with it together. Rhys can punish them, or Azriel, or even me. I'll fight for your reputation, dearest lady, don't you worry - You laugh even harder, easing your emotions - But for now, it's the only plan I can come up with to protect you and your family.

-Okay, Cassian, the General. I'll do it. I'll pretend to be in a relationship with you for the sake of my own life. But promise me one thing - You said, lifting one finger in front of him.

-Anything - He replied, his heart racing.

-Promise me that you'll be honest with me, that you won't let this fake relationship consume us. Even if it's fake I want to be your friend - His smile could make him even prettier, his whole lighting up as he took your hand and kissed it.

-I promise, future wife. We'll do this together, and I won't let anything bad happen to us - You felt a tingling sensation burning down in your back, between your shoulders. As you were preparing to ask what happened, you heard a scream that certainly made its way toward the whole mountain.

-He proposed! Mother he proposed! - Your sister started to scream around the house, having heard only the last part of the conversation - Sister is going to marry the big General!

It didn't take long for the news to reach the Moonlight Palace and consequently the High Lord's Inner Circle. The ones who happened to be your fake husband's family. And the ones who were sitting with you at the dinner table.

In a grand, candle-lit dining hall within the Night Court, Cassian and you found yourselves surrounded by the Inner Circle and your own family. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of curiosity, excitement, and apprehension, as everyone gathered to discuss the unexpected turn of events.

On one side were your parents, your father being an imposing male with a commanding presence, and your mother, elegant and astute, sat close to the High Lord at a long table, flanked by your siblings and yourself. The Inner Circle occupied the seats on the other side, with Rhysand at the head of the table, as the High Lord.

Cassian's heart raced, knowing that this dinner was definitely his fault. Just as the whole situation. Beside him, you clasped his hand, offering silent support. Rhysand, with his customary charm, raised his glass.

-To new alliances and unforeseen connections - He proposed, his eyes twinkling with meaning. Cassian told you that Rhysand knew about the truth, him being the one that gave the idea of it. The clinking of glasses echoed through the hall as they all toasted to the unexpected turn of events.

-Cassian, I must admit I was surprised by your interest in my daughter. Your reputation as a fierce warrior precedes you in this Court - Your father spoke, his voice resonating with authority. Cassian nodded, trying to keep his composure under the scrutinizing gaze.

-Yes, my lord. I value honor, loyalty, and protecting those I care for. I see those same qualities in your daughter - He squeezed your hand harder, trying to keep his emotions at bay.

-Our daughter has spoken highly of you as well, Cassian. She admires your bravery and kindness - Your mother chimed in with a smile, you may or may have not spent a whole day talking about him to your mom. To keep everything trustful, you thought to yourself.

-So, you're going to be my brother now, huh? - Your younger sister teased, causing laughter to ripple through the room.

-This is a significant proposal, and I will need to consider it carefully. My daughter's happiness and our family's alliance are paramount - Amidst the light-hearted banter, the mood turned serious as your father leaned forward, noticing your intertwined hands.

Cassian understood the weight of his words. He had to tread carefully, knowing that one wrong move could endanger everything you had.

-Father, I ask for your trust in this matter. Cassian and I care for each other deeply. Our bond may have started as a secret, but it has grown into something bigger than ourselves - You spoke up, trying to keep your voice steady as the lies flew from your mouth.

-You know how important this alliance is for our family - He replies carefully, looking at each member of the Inner Circle, his future family - But I can see that your feelings for Cassian are genuine.

-Perhaps we can explore this further, and take some time to get to know Cassian and his intentions. After all, we don't want to rush into any decisions - Your mother interjected, offering a reassuring smile to you and your "husband". Cassian appreciated the gesture of openness. He knew that this meeting could have taken a different, more hostile turn since the insults of him being a lowborn Illyrian bastard could easily bring shame towards your family.

-That sounds like a reasonable approach. We don't want to rush anyone into something they're not ready for. Let's give us time to plan the whole wedding, no need for speed - Rhysand spoke again, regaining control of the situation. Cassian nodded, grateful for Rhysand's support.

-Of course. I want nothing more than to ensure your daughter's happiness and earn the trust of her family.

Throughout the evening, the conversation flowed, a delicate balance of diplomacy and heartfelt emotions. Cassian and you shared a good amount of lies about your time together, shedding light on the "genuine" connection you held.

With nothing much more than that, the dinner concluded, and the families bid their farewells. You and Cassian stepped outside, finding a moment of quiet away from the gathering.

-I think it went well - You whispered, fearing anyone would hear.

-It did. Your family seems open to the possibility. Let's give them time to get to know me better - Cassian squeezed your hand gently, both of you looking like the newly engaged love birds everyone thought you were.

-I believe they will come around. Let's be patient and trust in our acting skills, it might work in the end.

As the days turned into weeks, you and Cassian found yourselves spending an extraordinary amount of time together, planning and deciding the details of the fake marriage. What started as a game to choose your favorite things had become a heated and long discussion that neither of you had anticipated.

In the beginning, your conversations were guarded, and the interactions tinged with formality. But as the weeks went by, you discovered that you genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Laughter and lighthearted banter started to fill the air whenever you both were together.

One evening, you found yourselves in a luxurious library within the Moonlight Palace, going through various wedding arrangements and traditions.

-Do we really need a dozen flower girls? - You quickly quipped, a mischievous glint passing through your eyes.

-I don't think we need that many, but it would be a sight to see - Cassian chuckled, the sound warm and contagious. As he passed through the pages of a book on wedding cakes, you started to laugh once he stopped in one image.

-Why do they all have to be towering masterpieces? Can't we have a cake that doesn't threaten to fall over? - He tried to imagine the cake in real life, only to fall in laughter too.

-I agree. Maybe a cake we can actually eat without fearing for our lives is better - Cassian grinned, feeling a newfound ease in your presence.

Your laughter echoed through the library, and in that moment, the line between pretending and reality blurred for a while, you found joy in each other's quirks and preferences, discovering that your tastes often aligned.

Weeks quickly turned into months, and your interactions grew more comfortable. You often confided in each other about your hopes and dreams, fears and uncertainties. You shared secrets with him under dresses and tailors deciding things around you in all playful moments during the day.

Yet, you couldn't dare to speak of the emotions that were blossoming within your heart. The unspoken love that grew stronger with each passing day remained a tender secret you guarded. One night, as you sat with him on a balcony overlooking the starry night, you finally broke the tension that formed with the silence that not so often hung between you.

-Cassian - You called off for him, your voice soft but hesitant - This fake marriage has become so much more than we anticipated, hasn't it? - He turned to you, his eyes reflecting the constellations above.

-Yes, it has - He replied, his voice tinged with emotion - I never expected to feel so comfortable around you, Starlight. It feels almost weird every time I get home and remember that we were supposed to be pretending - He looked deep into your eyes, trying to pass all the emotion he held - I'm not pretending - You looked down in shyness, fingers tracing patterns on your red dress. His red.

-I'm not either - You admitted before looking back at him - I find myself looking forward to our time together, to the laughter we share, and the moments we spent just talking - Cassian reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

-Me too, I've never met someone like you, someone who challenges me so much in my decisions and makes me want to learn things all the time. You make me feel alive - He whispered the last sentence, fearing it was a dream.

-I don't know where this will lead us, but I want to find out - You smiled at him, leaning your head to his shoulder, slowly letting yourself feel the calming aura that usually hit you as you breathed in his scent. The last thing you felt was his wing wrapping around you as you drifted to sleep.

It didn't take much longer until Rhysand called Cassian to his private study, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of starlight streaming through the open window.

-I think I finally have a plan to break up the marriage - Rhysand said, his eyes gleaming with determination.

-What is it? - Cassian nodded, eager to hear the solution his friend had come up with.

-We'll stage a political scandal that will give her family a way out of the marriage without losing face. We put the blame on us, make sure everyone knows we are the problem, and done, problem solved - Rhysand explained - It's a delicate move and it needs a lot of planning, but I believe it will work - Cassian listened attentively, but a nagging uncertainty weighed on his heart.

-It's a good plan, Rhys, but...

-But what? - Rhysand asked, sensing Cassian's hesitation.

-I've spent so much time with her during this fake relationship, and I can't shake the feeling that it's become more than just a pretense - Cassian took a deep breath, struggling to put his thoughts into words - I care about her deeply, and I don't want to leave her.

-Cassian, do you know what this means? - Rhysand regarded him with understanding, a knowing glint in his eyes.

-What? - Cassian furrowed his brow.

-It means you're in love with her - Rhysand took a step closer, his voice gentle yet firm.

-I don't know. It's complicated. We started this as a lie, and I don't want to confuse her or myself - Cassian's heart skipped a beat, and he looked away, unable to meet Rhysand's gaze.

-Love is never straightforward, brother. Sometimes, it comes unexpectedly, in the most unlikely circumstances. But it's real, and you can't deny what you feel - Rhys placed a hand on Cassian's shoulder, his voice steady, very much the High Lord he was.

-I'm scared, Rhys. Scared of losing her, scared of making another mistake - Cassian swallowed hard, the truth in his brother's words resonating within him.

-Fear is a part of love, but it shouldn't hold you back. You need to talk to her, be honest about how you feel. It's the only way to find out if she feels the same - Rhysand smiled reassuringly - Maybe it'll make all the money I already spent in planning this whole thing worth it.

-You're right. I need to talk to her - Cassian nodded, a mix of hope and trepidation swirling in his chest, not even noticing the joke. Rhysand only clapped him on the back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

-Good. Now, go find her and tell her everything. And when you do, make sure to propose properly. None of this stupid weird fake proposal nonsense - He said with a smirk.

-Thank you, Rhys. I don't know what I'd do without you - Cassian chuckled, feeling a sense of clarity settling over him.

-That's what family is for. Now, go. Time is flying.

With renewed determination, Cassian left the study, his heart alight with the prospect of finally being honest about his feelings. He flew all the way to the Hewn City, its guards already used to him getting in and out of the mountain without the High Lord. He sought you out, ready to lay his heart bare and find out if his love was meant to be.

Under the twinkling fae lights that illuminated the Moonlight Palace - your official residence now, as a future member of the Inner Circle. Cassian found you standing on one of the palace balconies, your gaze fixed on the projected stars above. He took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement swirling within him.

-Starlight? - His voice startled you, the nickname making you blush slightly - We need to talk.

-Of course, Cass. What is it? - You turned to face him, your eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his, he looked into your eyes, searching for the right words

- I've spent these past months with you, pretending that our relationship was a farce. But the truth is, it stopped feeling like a pretense a long time ago - Your breath slipped a little, and your heart raced as you waited for him to continue - Rhysand found a way to break the marriage but I don't think we should. I don't want to. I care about you deeply, my star. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, but I did, and I can't deny it any longer.

-Cassian, I... I feel the same way - You whispered and saw when relief washed over him, and he cupped your cheek gently.

-You do? - Hope was evident in his voice, happiness washing over him completely.

-Yes - You replied, your voice barely above a whisper - I didn't know how to tell you, how to deal with these feelings. I never expected this, but I've fallen in love with you too.

-Then let's stop pretending - He said, his heart soaring with joy as he approached you - Let's make this real.

-Let's make this real - You looked up at him, eyes shining with love and happiness as you let yourself laugh when he got down on one knee. He pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a delicate ring with a glistening red gemstone. A piece of his siphon, you realized.

-My love, my starlight, will you do me the honor of being my wife? Truthfully, this time He asked, his voice filled with love and sincerity. Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you nodded, heart overflowing with love.

-Yes, Cassian. I will - With a tender smile, he slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your love with a promise that went beyond any pretense or arrangement - Truthfully this time - You whispered when he got up, getting closer to your face with a smile that could illuminate the whole mountain.

And then, with the glistening stars as your witness, Cassian leaned in and finally kissed you. His lips travel into yours with a promise of love and happiness in your life together.

As he broke apart, he stayed a bit distant from you, seeming to be analyzing your whole face before kissing you one more time.

-I love you, Starlight - Cassian whispered against your lips, eyes looking all over your face - I can't believe I'm that lucky.

-And I love you, Bat Boy - You replied, the nickname making him laugh before he threw you around his shoulder and took you inside the room you both would soon share.

Maybe things in the Court of Nightmares did work the same way as in Velaris. Love is anywhere people could find it.