Saphiraprince22 - SaphiraPrince

Rebekah Mikaelson- True Neutral

The Marauders

James Potter

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Sirius Black

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Remus Lupin

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Can I get a fic where Leo is feeling insecure and the reader assures him he’s perfect? My baby needs a lot of love 😭

Ahhh THANK YOU.

This is my first request and I am so happy to write this Leo Valdez is a gem that needs to be protected. This is it I hope you like it.

Beautiful Just The Way You Are

Author talks: This is my first ever ask and thank you so much for it @aroseinvelaris I hope this is what you are looking for.

Warnings: Leo being insecure of his body and hurt and comfort for Leo.

Leo was confident for most part but sometimes he just couldn't help but compare himself to the other boys at camp.

They were stronger, smarter and had more muscles than he could ever imagine that had the ladies swooning over them.

Now don't get him wrong at the back of his mind he knew that he could give them a run for their money but he just couldn't help but wonder why you wanted him.

His beautiful girlfriend, who was so smart, strong and oh so pretty. You had met him not long after he came to camp after the war, at first you guys were just friends and he was with Calypso.

It all went down hill when Leo and Calypso broke up and you were the only one that could get Leo to have his food. Though he kept up his façade of being the coolest person around you were the only one who saw through his act and could confront him and you were the only one who had seen him cry after his mothers death, that was when he realized that maybe you were the one he wanted.

And it didn't take long after that for him to finally confess to you and you had smiled and told that he had taken long enough and that if he hadn't confessed soon you would have done it yourself. It was then that he realized that he would be happy after all.

Leo knew that the color green never suited him and that he had no reason to be jealous or as he vehemently put "annoyed" by other boys at camp. You knowing him like the back of your hand always assured him that the other boys were just athletic airheads (God forbid Percy or Jason hears this) and that he was way cooler and that she thought it was hot seeing him build things at his bunker.

That had definitely gone to his head and you later found him flexing as he worked around bunker knowing that you were watching as you fondly rolled your eyes and refused to acknowledge the warmth of your cheeks.

All these thoughts were swimming inside his head when he was laying at the infirmary after picking a fight with some Ares kids who saw you as an object of reward and not the smart and powerful demigod that you were.

You had been out the whole week for a quest and were blissfully unware about this and he knew that he would most probably get an earful once you were back.

And you were definitely not happy to seeing him with a bruised eye and a busted lip, but you didn't say anything as you sat at the end of the bed waiting for Leo to explain himself.

You knew that Leo rarely picked fights and you also knew that he wouldn't have done it without any reason so you kept quite as he explained what had happened.

What drew you attention was that at the end he mumbled. "Maybe they are right and that I don't deserve you."

"Leonidas Valdez what makes you possibly think that I don't deserve you?"

Leo started at you wide eyed, sure you guys had your fair share of fights but never had you used his full name before. "T-They are right aren't they, I mean I can't fight like them, I don't makes the girls in Aphrodite cabin swoon over me, they don't even consider me as a compet-"

You didn't let him complete as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss and you only let him go once your lungs were gasping for oxygen.

Leo was wide eyed for the second time that night and it was for an entirely different reason, he had never seen you like this and maybe he liked this new change.

"You listen to me very carefully Leo, you are beautiful just the way you are, with these hands that can fix and build just about anything, that keep me warm when its cold outside, that can cook for me because you and I both know that I most probably would have starved to death without them."

That drew a laugh from both of you and you held his hands as if that were most precious things to ever exist. You then cupped his face delicately as he would with all the trinkets he would make for you at his bunker.

"This beautiful, handsome face that comes with the smart ass mouth that just wouldn't keep shut in the most dangerous of situations, the same that just wouldn't stop assuring and encouraging me when I am feeling down."

You once again pulled him for a kiss but this time it didn't last as long as he wanted it to.

"I love you for who you are Leo, I don't care what others think about you, I know who you are and I am in love with you not them so I want you to promise to me that you wouldn't let anyone's opinion change you."

Leo had a warm an watery smile on his face as he held his pinky, "Pinky promise," he whispered as you grabbed his pinky with yours mirroring the same smile that he had. "Pinky promise".

The two of you giggled as you kissed each other. You suddenly pulled back and Leo noticed a fire in your eyes that he had never seen before.

"You are my man Leo Valdez keep that in mind I don't want anyone to look at you the same way I do, do I make myself clear?"

Leo smiled and gave a salute as he replied, "Yes Ma'am".

You both laughed out as the night was filled with laughter and stories of your quest and before Leo could welcome the sleep he looked down at your sleeping figure with a small smile on his face as he knew that no matter how many insecurities and problems you two would have you both would always be there for each other and that it would be ok.

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This is so soft. I loved this, their dynamic was awesome.

Take Care

Azriel x Reader

my very first Azriel fic.

Warnings: none

Word count: 4k

Synopsis: There Was only One Bed trope, reader and Az stay at an Inn overnight, they take care of each other.

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I clutched my arm tighter around his waist as we trudged along the muddy path, the rain storm making us both squint. I was trying to support him as best as I could, through I knew despite his multitude of wounds, he wasn’t allowing his weight to truly fall on me. It was a miracle he even allowed me this “support” with my arm around him, thought I’m sure it was for my own peace of mind over any semblance of aid. Azriel and I had just successfully completed a scouting mission in Autumn Court, and on the flight back before we even truly left the territory, we were attacked by Autumn soldiers; the sickening thwip of the ash arrows in Azriel’s wings replays over and over in my mind. He sustained 3 arrows total in his wings as well as one that grazed his waist, immediately grounding us.

Because the mission was already completed and we are on schedule, Rhys and the others won’t notice our absence until at least tomorrow evening, meaning we have no choice but to spend the night here until Az’s strength is returned enough to fly us back if no one else comes for us. Az managed to land, albeit roughly, with me in his arms in the forest directly beneath us to lose the soldiers. The landing was more of a tumble, and I may have sprained my wrist trying to break our fall, but I didn’t even notice the pain because I was preoccupied with trying to conceal my horror at the sight of Azriel with the arrows jutting out his wings. Because of our proximity to the border, there was an Inn close by for travelers, just a few miles ahead of the forest we landed in. I fretted over Azriel immediately after we landed despite his assurances that he was fine and how it “didn’t even hurt that much,” but I knew better. We walked along the way for at least a half hour before making it to the Inn.

“Will they recognize us?” I was still learning how to glamour, but I didn’t want to risk anyone alerting the soldiers of our presence here.

“Maybe not, though the arrows may raise a few brows,” he responded, breathier than usual. My heart clenched at the idea of how he concealed his pain, from me or from anyone.

“Oh yes, sorry I forgot—”

“No it’s fine, it’s not like this is everyday glamour material.” I exhaled and stepped aside to attempt to conceal his wings, he waited patiently until I finished. I made a mental note to practice with Amren upon returning home, but I did alright for now. We entered the Inn, thankfully there weren’t many heads that turned our way. The main floor was a pub with many patrons heartily drinking and conversing loudly. The woman who helped us told us that they only had one room left given the storm outside, and guided us upstairs. I let Azriel climb behind me to give him time to accommodate for his slower pace with his injuries without drawing the woman’s attention.

“There you are. There are some clothes in the trunk from past guests if you wish to change, hot water in the washroom, and broth downstairs if you two need to eat.”

“Thank you so much.” I opened the door wide for Azriel’s hidden wings as the lady waved and returned downstairs. As soon as the door closed, I let out an exhale of relief. The worst part was over. I turned to see Azriel, who was allowing himself to sag in exhaustion and pain now that we were in a room.

“Azriel,” I began walking over to him, the worry evident in my voice.

“It’s okay,” he said, though he couldn’t hide the strain in his voice anymore. I hated seeing him in pain, hated not being able to stop it.

“Azriel,” I repeated, this time firmer. “I’m going to take care of you, and there’s nothing you can do to prevent it.” I tried to put as much authority in my voice as I could. His lips twitched into a smile despite himself, and I waited for him to object but he didn’t to my surprise. Before he could change his mind, I told him to sit on the bed. I went to his right wing first. He flared it slowly for me to access the arrows. I studied it for a moment to decide how I was going to remove it as painlessly as possible. “This will definitely hurt, but we need to get these arrows out.” His smile was erased and he nodded grimly. I placed by right knee beneath the arrow on the anterior of his wing, and grasped it on the other side with my left hand. Then with my right hand near my knee, I struck down on it as hard as I could, breaking the arrow on my knee. He let out a hiss of pain, but the arrow was effectively broken, allowing my to pull it out of his wing without the head or the tail of it hurting him. I repeated the process on the other arrows, and he let out a breath of relief and his wings sagged. I took all the arrows and threw them into the fire place.

I turned back to him, he was still sagging. That ache in my chest returned. Azriel was one of my dearest friends, and someone I’ve grown to love a lot; I had feelings for him, though I never let on. Seeing him like this was a rare sight, so as grateful as I was to be one of the few to see him without his guard up, I wanted to take away his pain. He felt my gaze and turned to look at me with that devastatingly handsome face which looked golden in the light of the fire. I tried not to let my concern show but I know he caught it anyways. His eyes softened and that look made my heart skip a beat. Oh, to be gazed upon like that by him under better circumstances… I cleared my head. Now isn’t the time. I knew it was dumb to ask, but I did anyways. “Are you okay?” He smiled, this time less strained, and with that wonderful softness still in his eyes.

“Yes, better now.” I walked over thoughtfully, deciding on the next course of action as I studied his body.

“Maybe we should take off your clothes—your shirt,” I clarified looking at his face, catching a rare cheeky smile. “Just to get that wound fixed—”

“Yeah, yeah. For the wound,” he interrupted. Well, the sarcasm was a good sign at least. I rolled my eyes but laughed. His humour often came out when it was just us, which I preferred to the scrutinizing brooding otherwise. He began undoing his leathers, pulling his weapons off his body and laying them on the nightstand nearby as I continued to stand before him.

“I—should I… um, turn?” I didn’t know what to do with myself suddenly, I felt my face flush and prayed that the dim room concealed the embarrassing blush. He smiled without looking up as he continued to undo his bindings, possibly to spare me the embarrassment.

“Not all of us are as pure as you, (Y/N),” he said smoothly, sarcastically. 

“I’ll go grab some water for your wound,” I replied sheepishly and made for the bathroom. He laughed as I went off. I had seen him shirtless many times, in training, in other medical instances, but something about the privacy of this room and the attention I was paying him made this feel more intimate. I found a handful of clean rags in the bathroom and a washing bowl which I filled with warm water. When I made my way back to the room, Azriel had laid back on the bed, and he smiled again as he saw me. Despite his state, he looked relaxed, which was an endearing sight indeed.

“Hopefully this doesn’t stain your virtuous eyes too much.” Of course he had to talk his shit.

“Shut up.” Another skip in my heartbeat at the sound of his husky laugh. I took a look at the wound at his side. Thankfully it wasn’t too deep. I began wiping at it while avoiding his eye which I’m sure he noticed. I didn’t choose to love a Spymaster of my own accord. When the blood was wiped away, the wound looked much more manageable. “It’s clotted, which is good. I can see if they have any sutures downstairs.” I looked up to find him staring at me, that softness there again, making my blush return. I averted my gaze. “I can… Maybe I should also clean your wings?” I needed to busy myself. He nodded with a soft smile, that look still in his eyes. I loved that he was allowing me to take care of him. Since I joined the inner circle, it had taken a long time to even gain his trust let alone his friendship. I knew how rare it was for him to allow someone else to see him in a vulnerable state, let alone take care of his wounds. His patience and kindness that he always showed me, well it’s really no wonder I developed feelings for him along the way. My thoughts continued to wander as I washed his wings as gently as I possibly could. The arrow holes already beginning to close. Though there was a bit of that tension in the air, the silence was otherwise comfortable. He hasn’t really made any more sarcastic remarks though. I finished cleaning and went looked at his face for any signs of pain, but what I found were beads of sweat along his forehead despite the storm outside and the drafty room. “Az?” I asked and tentatively touched his forehead. It was noticeably hot.

“Hm.” His response was a bit slurred, his eyes were closed. Shit. Were the effects of the ash arrows making their way into his bloodstream or was there maybe something on them? I began to panic. When I didn’t say anything, he cracked open an eye to see what was wrong. He got up off the bed when he saw my worry, reaching out to me. I took his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. S'just the arrows. This isn’t my first time,” he said. There was that humour for my benefit again.

“Were they poisoned?” I couldn’t help the worry in my voice. His eyes crinkled.

“No. I would be able to tell right away. Trust me.” Even though he was the one in pain, I was the recipient of his patience.

“Promise?” I didn’t care how childish I sounded.

“Promise,” he smiled genuinely. God. I needed to pull myself together. I took a deep breath and looked down at our hands. He followed my gaze and began to pull his hands away, misunderstanding my attention.

“Oh, no Az, I just… Well, you can’t take a bath right now but I just… Maybe I can help,” I said, gripping his fingers tighter to avoid letting him misunderstand my intentions. I knew how he felt about his hands. He nodded again, and I brought the bowl over and took his right hand, submerging it and washing away the grime and dirt from before. I felt his gaze on my face again but focused on his significantly larger hand. When it was done, I dried it with a towel and repeated the process with his other hand. “I’m just gonna change the water, I’ll be back.” I did just that, then came back with a new bowl. I told Az to lean back. I sat beside him on the bed and leaned over his upper body. Maybe this was bolder than I initially bargained for, but I didn’t want to stop. I wrung out the towel in the water and brought it up to his face. He closed his eyes and let me wash. I put way more time into it than was necessary, just enjoying my opportunity to study his beautiful face in such a personal and undisrupted manner for so long. I didn’t notice my hand stilling at his jaw until he opened his eyes, catching my stare, though he didn’t make fun of me for it. I held his stare for a few more beats until I looked away. “I.. I’ll go get us some broth.” He nodded, though neither of us made an effort to move. Then I did before I did something stupid.

Downstairs, the lady gave me a tray with broth and tea. I asked if they had any milk of poppy seed or any medicine that could speed up his healing. For my husband, I had told her. She gave me that along with some bandages for a gold coin. I made my way back up the stairs, breathing deeply to clear my head of the want. Az and I, we’re friends, good friends. He’s very dear to me and I’m glad to say he’s fond of me too. I can’t risk messing it up, even though this game we play isn’t new to either of us, the tiptoeing around each other, the vulnerability he easily pulls out of me and his own that’s slowly been creeping out of him as of late. I made it to the room. He had changed into more comfortable pants from the trunk in the room, and he was back in the bed. He smiled lazily at me when he saw me and I easily smiled back. My friend. I figured it’s better to have him like this than none at all. I made my way over and sat on the bed above the covers he was under. I gave him the milk of poppy seed, which he took like a shot. “Are you also going to feed me?” he mused. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Do you fret this much over all the other pains in your ass?”

I laughed at that. “No, this is highly exclusive treatment. Consider yourself lucky.” 

"I do,” he said with sudden gruffness. That palpable tension was there again, and I looked away. 

“Eat your broth,” I said. It came out breathier than I intended, but it was hard to control under his intense gaze.

“You have some first or else I won’t eat.”

“Fine, if only to shut you up,” I took the spoon and had a few bites as he chuckled.

“There you go again with your mistreatment of the injured.”

“Please, I’ve pampered you like a princess.” The childish joking helped clear the tension, and I loved hearing him laugh.

“Alright, I can’t argue with that. I owe you one.”

“Trust me, I’ll be holding you to that.”

“Really? What’ll you ask of me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I resisted to urge to smack him only due to his weakened state.

“Eat your broth. I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t pass out on me.” I got up and grabbed a change of clothes from the trunk, then went to wash up in the bathroom. I bathed but didn’t wash my hair, not wanting to be too long from him. I was also exhausted from the mission and the walk. I changed into a long sleeved, knee length night gown I found before re-entering the room. He was still on the bed. The paleness in his face decreased. He had wrapped his torso in the bandages I brought. “Oh, I’m sorry I forgot to do that earlier,” I began walking over and checked his wrapping.

“Yeah, you truly neglected me this evening. Rhys will hear about this,” he deadpanned, taking in my change of clothing. I don’t know why I bother with tenderness with him. Before I could respond, he gently grasped my left hand. “You hurt your wrist, didn’t you?” I looked up. How did he notice that when there were arrows in his wings? He didn’t wait for me to respond. He turned his body so he was sitting at the edge of the bed and guided me to stand between his legs. It was my turn to let him fret without protest. He reached for the remaining bandage wrapping and took my wrist. He began wrapping it with practiced fingers, his hands wonderfully warm and solid against mine. When he finished he didn’t remove his gentle grasp from where his hands cradled mine, and he looked up at me. I lifted my other hand to feel his forehead.

“No more fever,” I murmured absently, not breaking his eye contact. That is, until there was a particularly loud clap of thunder that made me flinch.

“We better get to bed,” he said softly. My previous tiredness ebbed from my body. It just now registered in my mind that there was one bed. I had been so preoccupied previously with taking care of Az that I didn’t realize. He studied my face the entire time, and amusement was evident in his eyes like he read my mind. “Don’t worry, I’ll take the floor,” he reassured softly.

“Like hell you will.” I didn’t fix him up for him to take the floor.

“What a shocking response,” he laughed.

“Az, I don’t care—”

“Listen, I already anticipated this entire exchange while you were washing up. We’re both stubborn, but nothing will be dumber than neither of us using the bed when we were lucky enough to find this Inn.”

“Az, you’re injured,” I weakly attempted, knowing there was logic in his argument.

“If you don’t sleep on the bed, I’ll wait for you to fall asleep on the ground before picking you up and placing you on the bed, which will hurt my healing wings.” He smiled mischievously, knowing I wouldn’t ever allow that.

“Az, please. Please, I don’t care about your sense of chivalry right now, I love that you’re like that and everything, but now’s not the time for that. Please don’t make me beg but I will if I have to.” I went to crouch between his legs on my knees for emphasis, but he grasped my elbows and prevented me from sinking to the ground.

“(Y/N), there isn’t a thing on earth I’ll ever allow you to beg for.” He said that without a trace of the humour from before.

“This is dumb. We’re both grown, we’re good friends,” I said.

“Yeah,” he huffed, looking above my head suddenly. “Friends.”

Friends. What a loaded word. He met my gaze again, neither of us saying anything for a few beats, but I relished the warmth from his hands in my arms. Relished the closeness I was granted with this rare proximity to him. Relished him. I knew it was wrong, but I decided to bite the bullet.

“Alright. Then the obvious solution is… We act our age and both use the bed.” There. To my pleasure, he held my gaze and didn’t so much as react to my words.

“Perfect,” he said softly but firmly. There was a bite of challenge. Who would cave first and show any succumbing to the implications at hand?

“Perfect,” I repeated back to him. I fought the urge to let my eyes drop to his lips. Friends, I repeated in my mind. His grasp on my elbows tightened a bit, telling me to get on with it. That sobered me up. I dropped his gaze. “I… Az, I’ve never—” I trailed off. Guess he won whatever that was. He waited patiently for me to finish, but I didn’t.

“You’ve never…?“

"I’ve never had to—um, I’ve never—” I gestured from the bed to myself. I’ve never had to share a bed with a man I loved. To his credit, he seemed to understand. Hopefully.

“You know I don’t expect anything, right? If that’s what you’re worried about,” he said softly, his brows turning up in concern. Of course I knew that, and he knew I knew that.

“No, of course. I just…” I looked up again.

“I’ll take the floor,” he said and stood.

“No! No, Az.” I took a deep breath. “I haven’t spent the night with a man before. I’m not, it’s not that I—I’m not worried, it’s just new.” I craned my neck to meet his gaze, expecting his usual teasing, but I just found that soft contentment. Before he could say anything or object, I added, “I don’t kick in my sleep, but if I do, tell me tomorrow. I get cold, so if I use your body heat, don’t feel special. Also, if you kick the blanket off me in the night, I’ll sell your molars on the black market.” I look up to see him, and he had that charming smile. For fucks sake.

“Alright, deal,” was all he said. He turned to fae light above us off and I made my way to the other side of the bed. God, the domesticity of it all might kill me. I got under the covers and he did the same. We faced each other, though he closed his eyes. I ignored the tug in my chest. Maybe it’s the exhaustion catching up to me, maybe it’s the sense of protection that sometimes comes in the darkness, or maybe it’s something else entirely, but any anxiety I felt ebbed away. This felt comfortable, it felt safe. Safe in a way beyond the tangible. Something inside me settled. I waited a few minutes in the dark, listening to the rain outside and the crackling of the fire, watching Azriel’s beautiful face as I contemplated my thoughts. “Stop staring,” he said with his eyes closed. I smiled as wide as I wanted.

“Not all of us look that pretty in the dark and the light.” He chuckled.

And maybe it was the kind of vulnerability that also came easier in the dark, but he said, “You’re plenty pretty. No need to act excluded.”

“Aw, Az,” I tried to tease despite my blush and increased heartrate. “You think I’m pretty?” I meant for it to sound unfeeling and arrogant, but it came out softer than intended, revealing some more truthful vulnerability. He opened his eyes at that.

“Don’t ask dumb questions. Of course I do.” That silenced me again. He continued to look at me until he closed his eyes again. There were a few more beats of silence before he took my left hand, the one he bandaged, brought it up to his face and pressed a soft kiss on the side of my index. “Thank you for taking such good care of me,” he said seriously with a roughness to his voice that touched the ache in my chest.

I wanted to be careful, to keep some semblance of a guard up, but he just pulled the feeling out of me, like a tether between us.

“Az, I love to. Truly.” I love that he lets me, only me. “Thank you.” For letting me see that softness that others don’t.

He chuckled softly. “Thank you?”

“Yes,” I said simply. I knew he understood what I meant. It took him a beat to reply.

“Stop being so sweet, you’ll give me a headache.” I shivered despite the warmth in my chest. “Alright. C'mere.” He lifted his arm beneath the blanket, and I got close to him, savouring the opportunity to be in his arms. He hugs me sometimes, but this is different. He gently draped his arm around my waist, and his wing followed suit, the wing I took care of just an hour prior. That sensation of domesticity passed through me again. I felt myself begin to drift off despite my attempt to stay awake, if only to savour the moment. Maybe one day, he and I can cross that tether between us, though I didn’t let myself think about what it could mean. I didn’t want to risk the hope it brought. One day, this dance between us could be a reality instead of an unspoken game.

Just when I was about to drift off, he spoke softly into my hair, though I wasn’t sure if he knew I was awake. “By the way, that was a nice touch, when you told the lady downstairs I was your husband.” I hid my smile against his chest. “Hopefully that’s not the cover you use with the others.” Though his words were clearly intended to be unfeeling and arrogant, they came off softer than intended, revealing a truthful vulnerability to them. I decided to dish some back.

“No, that’s my highly exclusive cover saved just for you. Consider yourself lucky.” His arms tightened around me, and I could have sworn I felt his lips ghost the crown of my head. Then, he finally said:

“I do.”

His First Love

Author Talks: Thank you so much for the ask I hope this is what you were looking for.

Warnings: A little bit of angst in the form of maternal jealousy and dad Azriel ;) Lots of love Saph ❤❤

Its been 2 years since you gave birth to your beautiful daughter, who is the prefect mix of both you and Azriel. She had his wings and his dark hair while she inherited your eyes. And you love her but sometimes you just couldn't help but feel jealous of her.

She had Azriel, your mate, wrapped around her little fingers the moment she came into the world. You remember all the nights she had spent crying only to calm down when Azriel held her. You tried very hard to not be disheartened by this and sometimes would cry to yourself when it became too much.

And Azriel the sweetheart that he is always assured you that she loved you just as much and made sure that he spent time with both of you and also tried to include you in their games and as she grew older you realized that it became easier.

But lately things had difficult as missions and work burdened Azriel, due to which he spent less and less time with both of you making your little angel cranky and irritated.

It was so hard that somedays you only saw a glimpse of your mate and that too with your daughter before your eyes became too heavy to keep them open only to wake in the bed in the morning without your mates warm presence and a note apologizing for not being there and yet another false promise of coming home early.

You knew you couldn't blame him, his job was just as important as it was spending time with you guys, but you just wished you could at least see him in the morning before he left for his meetings.

Today had been the last straw as your daughter refused to listen to you no matter what you promised her. It had been nearly midnight before she fell asleep, with an half empty stomach and you knew that she would wake up in sometime as she would be hungry.

You were sitting on the sofa exhausted beyond means when you heard someone winnow to your door step and smiled knowingly, waiting for Azriel to swoop in make it all ok.

Just like you expected in came Azriel with a smile that made him look even more handsome than usual. He was in his leathers and was probably exhausted but that didn't matter as he was always loved to spend time with his family.

The smile on his face grew when he saw you and you were pretty sure that your face mirrored it.

He held you in his arms as you kissed him as you would never see each other again. You rested your forehead on his as you two panted softly, he was going to say something before it was interrupted by a shrill cry of your daughter and before you could even blink Azriel had left you to run to his daughter.

You heaved a sign as you took your little angels food from the kitchen and treaded upstairs to your daughters room to see Azriel try to calm your daughter as she cried her lungs out.

You told Azriel to hold her as you tried to feed her but she wasn't having it as she yelled out and Azriel quickly took the bowl out of your hand a fed your daughter as she silently ate as if she just hadn't thrown a tantrum.

You knew you were being an idiot but you couldn't help but feel hurt. It felt as though you didn't mean as much as Azriel to your daughter and you believed that you didn't mean much to Azriel as well, this thought drew tears to your eyes as you silently left the father daughter duo who were too busy to even notice your absence.

Your locked yourself in your shared bathroom as you cried quietly to make sure you didn't disturb them.

Unbeknownst to you Azriel did notice your absence but couldn't say anything as his daughter was almost asleep and he didn't want to wake her up again.

He set her on her bed and left the room quietly only for his shadows to report to him that you were crying and as much as you tried to shield your emotions by blocking your bond but he still felt it.

He quickly moved to your shared room and knocked on the bathroom door, "Love can I please come in?"

"In a minute" he heard you mumble and a moment later he heard the tap running. You stepped out and pretended to be ok but he knew you.

"Love, I am so sorry-" "There is no need to be sorry Az" you interrupted him.

You tried to move towards the bed but he held your shoulder so that you wouldn't move away without talking to him about what happened.

"I need you tell me what's wrong my love." Azriel whispered in your ears. "Like I said there is nothing wrong" "You wouldn't have left the room if you were alright."

You huffed a breath and embraced yourself as you refused to meet his eyes and mumbled, "It's just that after her birth, you don't spend time with as you used too, and that she seems to love you more than she loves me and that just reminded me how less time you spend with me these days and that maybe you don't love me anymore."

You would have most probably rambled ahead if you hadn't noticed Azriel trying to hide a smile.

"Are you laughing at me Azriel?" You questioned indignantly, "I am not laughing at you my dearest, but something tells me that my mate is jealous."

You sputtered at that, "I am not jealous of my own daughter, Azriel, it's just that I wish you would spend more time with me too."

Azriel eyes softened as held your chin up so that you could see the honesty in his eyes.

" I am so sorry my love for not being able to spend as much time as I want to with you, it's been busy at the court, but tell you what, how about we go out just the two of us and we will let Rhysand and Feyre baby sit our little angle."

"Just the two of us, like we used to" "Yes my love just like old times."

Your face brightened at that and quickly kissed him. "And let me tell you, Our daughter loved you too, She told me not to tell you this but she is preparing a small girt for your birthday."

"Really" you were so touched by your little ones thought and scolded yourself for feeling jealous.

"Azriel I am so sorry, I just thought that-"

"Now don't complete that, remember that you are my first love and that I am so thankful to you for giving me another angel in my life."

"I love you Azriel" You mumbled as he kissed you, and lifted you to bed as you giggled in his arms.

And he spent the rest of the night whispering just how much he loved you the whole night.

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