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Hold me tight
Summary: azriel is awoken by a nightmare in the middle of the night and reader helps him down from it.
Warnings: none
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In the middle of the night, you lay flat on your back and stared at the ceiling. You and Azriel had gotten into bed at ten at night; currently, it was one in the morning. Sleep eluded you, leaving you listening to Azriel’s quiet snores as background noise while your thoughts varying from training to clothes to the chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen cabinet blared front and centre. Finally, unable to take this anymore, you carefully removed the arm draped around your waist, peeled the covers back, and headed to the living room.
The fire in the hearth had long burned out, leaving embers glowing in the ashes, giving the room an orange glow. You grabbed a big, cosy blanket, a cup of tea, and a book and settled on the comfy leather sofa. The next bit was spent reading, the house around you completely silent save for the sounds of your breathing and page-turning. The character in your book had nearly drowned, coming to the surface and taking deep, gasping breaths.
Wait, you could hear that. Your eyes widened and you abandoned your book on the sofa, running into your bedroom to find Azriel sitting upright.
Shadows swirled frantically around the room as if mirroring the turmoil of Azriel’s mind. They cleared a path for you to get to their master and contain the mess of his mind. Through the moonlight filtering in through the mirror, you spotted Azriel sitting upright in bed. His wings were pulled taut behind his back, the moonlight illuminating his sweat-slicked skin. If it weren’t an emergency, you would have taken your time engraining this picture in your mind.
Azriel’s gasping, laboured breaths met your ears as your eyes landed on his heaving chest, his quivering arms braced beside him for support, the sheets bunched into his fists, the furrow of his brows, and the pain etched into his features. You set beside him on your knees and placed a tentative hand on his shoulder to prevent startling him.
“Az?” you whispered, so quiet you barely heard it.
Azriel’s face turned to you then, the pain, the scars turned to open wounds, the horror, all right there on his face. Your heart broke. He simply looked at you for a moment, like he was trying to make sure it was you he was seeing, then reached out a hand to rest on your cheek. You leaned into his hand, rubbing his shoulder in reassurance.
“I’m here,” you said.
“You’re here,” Azriel repeated as if in a trance. “You’re real,” he said before breaking down completely.
Without wasting a second you wrapped your arms around him, cradling the back of his head while it rested in the crook of your neck. He sobbed loudly and with each cry that escaped him, your heart broke a little more. Your tears broke free until you were crying with him, going through all that pain with him. Yet he was your priority so you reigned your tears in and stroked his wing comfortingly.
“It’s okay,” you said reassuringly. “I’m right here, baby,” and kissed his head, then his shoulder.
You held him tightly to your body, slightly rocking him back and forth while alternating movements between stroking his wing, running your fingers through his hair, and rubbing his back, till he wasn’t sobbing anymore. Once Azriel was calmed down enough, you pulled back, hands braced on his shoulders and looked into his watery eyes.
“Baby,” you rested a hand on his cheek. “What happened?” you asked.
Azriel shook his head. “I-it was the cellar all over again,” he said with a quivering voice. “But it was you this time, Y/n, your hands on fire,” he spoke with horror in his face as if he saw the whole scene replay in front of his eyes.
Your eyes widened slightly, brows rising as Azriel spoke.
“Th-he was laughing and I tried- I tried saving you but I couldn’t move, Y/n. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you,” Azriel cried.
You shook your head, reaching for him.
“I’m okay, Azzy. It wasn’t real,” you reminded him while rubbing his back. “Everything is okay, my love.”
You leaned forward to kiss his forehead. Azriel closed his in comfort at the feeling of your lips on his skin. You stayed there for a second, stroking his cheeks with both your hands, then pulled back.
He cleared his throat, looking around and getting reacquainted with his surroundings. “Where were you?” he asked, sniffling.
“Living room,” you answered. “Couldn’t sleep.” You took a moment to look at his face, the still shaken look in his eyes, his tear-stained cheeks, and the sweat that made his hair stick to his forehead. You gently brushed the hair back before bringing your hand back to rest on his shoulder.
“Can I get you anything?” You asked. “Some tea maybe?” Chamomile always calmed Azriel down after a nightmare when he’d refuse to sleep in fear of it coming back.
Azriel nodded slightly but as you moved to get up, he wound his arm around your waist, halting your movement.
“Just- in a couple of minutes?” He requested, vulnerable eyes meeting yours.
You smiled. “Of course,” and settled in beside him, pulling his head to your chest and whispering words of reassurance in his ear.
A few minutes turned into 30 with you holding Azriel and before you knew it, you heard Azriel’s gentle snores again. You smiled to yourself, kissed his crown, and laid back with his head still on your chest. Sleep found you soon after.