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Forge of Starlight - Part 15

paring; Azriel x reader

summary; In the heart of Velaris, a skilled blacksmith's quiet life is turned upside down when unexpected bonds begin to form with the enigmatic Spymaster of the Night Court. As she navigates the challenges of her craft and the complexities of newfound relationships, she discovers that love and loyalty may be the strongest forces of all in a world where darkness often lingers just beyond the light.

word count ; 7.2k

warning; smut :)))

notes; Hey everyone, I hope that you have enjoyed the story so far. Unfortunately we are getting close to the end, the next part is the last one before the epilogue of the story :(((( I really love reading your comments so please do not hesitate to write literally anything ! I was also wondering if you would enjoy a bonus part, taking place when Feyre and her sisters are in the night court ( so like 200 year after the story) ? bisous bisous <333

here is the link for part 14 or part 16

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Cassian lounged on one of the sofas in the Townhouse living room, idly swirling a glass of whiskey as he stared at the ceiling. He sighed heavily, his wings draped over the back of the couch, as he glanced over at Mor, who was curled up in a chair with a book.

��Well,” Cassian began, a smirk playing on his lips, “it’s been three weeks, I think.”

Mor looked up from her book, raising an eyebrow. “Three weeks since what?”

Cassian chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “Three weeks since Azriel vanished into Y/N’s apartment and hasn’t shown his face around here.”

Mor rolled her eyes, setting her book down on the arm of the chair. “When I told Az not to come home, I didn’t think he would take it that seriously.”

Cassian laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the room. “You know our dear brother, Mor. When it comes to Y/N, he’s always been a bit… intense.”

Mor shook her head, but there was a fond smile on her lips. “I think it’s time we remind him that he’s not a prisoner in her apartment. What do you say we go pay them a visit?”

Cassian grinned, setting his glass down on the table. “I’m in. Let’s go rescue them from their self-imposed isolation.”

With that, they both stood up and made their way out of the Townhouse, the cool air of Velaris refreshing after the warmth of the living room. As they approached your apartment, Cassian exchanged a knowing glance with Mor, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Cassian knocked on the door, a little louder than necessary, and the two of them waited. There was a moment of silence before the door creaked open, revealing you standing there in a nightgown that looked like it had seen better days. Your hair was tousled, and your neck was covered in hickeys, evidence of the past few weeks spent in Azriel’s company.

“Hello, everyone,” you greeted them, your voice a little groggy from sleep.

Cassian’s eyes widened, and he let out a bark of laughter. “It’s been three weeks, guys. Three weeks!”

Before you could respond, Azriel appeared behind you, looking just as disheveled, if not more so. He was wearing nothing but his underwear, his chest and neck also adorned with a series of hickeys. His expression was a mix of irritation and exhaustion as he took in the sight of Mor and Cassian standing at the door.

Azriel scowled at Cassian. “And it’s not enough,” he grumbled, before reaching past you and slamming the door shut in their faces.

Cassian and Mor burst into laughter, leaning against each other for support. Inside, they could hear you scolding Azriel, your voice muffled but clearly annoyed.

“Azriel, get back here!” you snapped, your tone exasperated.

Cassian shook his head, still chuckling. “Azriel needs to stop being so horny all the time.”

The door opened again, and you stood there with an exasperated expression, though there was a hint of a smile on your lips. “Sorry about that,” you said, stepping aside to let them in. “Come on in.”

Cassian grinned as he entered, opening his arms to hug you. “It’s good to see you, Y/N—”

Before he could finish, Azriel reappeared, his eyes narrowed as he saw Cassian approaching you. Without warning, he delivered a swift, powerful punch to Cassian’s jaw, sending him stumbling back.

“Hands off,” Azriel growled, his voice deadly serious, his eyes flashing with a protective fury that left no room for doubt—he wasn’t joking.

Cassian rubbed his jaw, wincing at the impact, but his eyes gleamed with a mixture of surprise and a bit of respect. “Alright, alright, Az. Point taken.”

You stepped between them, placing a hand on Azriel’s chest as you shot him a stern look. “Az, that’s enough. He’s just being friendly.”

Azriel’s gaze softened slightly as he looked down at you, his jaw still clenched. “He needs to know his place.”

Mor sighed, stepping forward to place a hand on Cassian’s arm. “Let’s not start a fight in the middle of Y/N’s living room, okay?”

You shook your head, laughing at the scene in front of you. “Az, go put some pants on,” you said, pushing him gently towards the bedroom.

Azriel grumbled something under his breath but complied, disappearing down the hallway to find something more appropriate to wear. Meanwhile, you led Mor and Cassian into the living room, where you started preparing tea for everyone.

As the water boiled, Mor leaned against the counter, watching you with an amused expression. “So, I take it things have been… intense?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You could say that. But it’s been good. Really good.”

Cassian, now nursing a sore jaw from Azriel’s earlier punch, grinned as he sat down at the table. “It’s good to see you both so happy. Even if Az has apparently decided to take his obsession with you to a whole new level.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a warmth in your expression. “He’s just… dedicated.”

Mor smirked. “That’s one way to put it.”

Azriel returned, now dressed in a pair of pants, though his protective stance was still evident as he sat down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. His eyes flicked over to Cassian, making sure there were no lingering thoughts of challenging his claim.

The four of you spent the next hour catching up, the tension between Azriel and Cassian easing into a playful, if still slightly cautious, banter. Mor teased you both relentlessly, but there was an underlying warmth in her words that made it clear she was happy for you.

As you all sipped your tea, the conversation flowed easily, laughter filling the room. And though Azriel’s protective nature was still on full display, it was clear that he was content, happy even, to share this part of his life with the people he cared about most.

As you leaned into his side, feeling the warmth of his presence, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of a new chapter—one filled with love, friendship, and a healthy dose of Azriel’s fierce loyalty.

Life slowly began to return to a semblance of normalcy, or at least as normal as it could be after the whirlwind of emotions and events that had taken place over the past few weeks. You found yourself diving more deeply into your work with Rhysand, focusing on strengthening the relationships between the Night Court and the other courts, as well as various factions across the continent. It was a role that came naturally to you, given your extensive network and experience, and it allowed you to channel your energy into something productive, something that helped you heal.

Every morning, you would rise early and head to the Townhouse or the House of Wind, where Rhysand would be waiting with a new project or a new challenge. The two of you would pour over maps, letters, and contracts, discussing strategies and potential alliances. You found solace in the work, in the familiar rhythms of negotiation and diplomacy. It was a way to anchor yourself, to find purpose in the aftermath of loss.

But the smithy—the heart of your old life—remained cold and silent. The forge, once alive with the heat of fire and the rhythmic clang of metal on metal, now stood still. The tools were neatly arranged, untouched, waiting for the day when you would be ready to pick them up again. The weapons that lined the walls were dusted and polished, but they hung there like silent sentinels, reminders of a time when the shop was bustling with activity, with Alexander’s laughter echoing through the space.

You couldn’t bring yourself to light the forge just yet. The memories of Alex and Sellan were too fresh, too raw. The thought of stepping into the workshop without them there, without their voices and their presence, was more than you could bear. So, the smithy remained closed, its windows darkened, the door locked. A sign hung outside, simple and straightforward: “Closed for now. Come back soon.”

The villagers of Velaris understood, of course. Many had known Alex and had been touched by his enthusiasm and charm. They respected your need for time, for space, and they waited patiently for the day when the forge would come alive again.

In the meantime, your apartment became your sanctuary. It was where you spent your evenings, often in the company of Azriel. He had practically moved in, spending all of his nights and any free time he had with you. His presence was a comfort, a constant reminder that you were not alone. He had become your anchor, the one who held you together when the grief threatened to pull you under.

Azriel was careful not to push you, not to force you into anything you weren’t ready for. He was there when you needed him, whether it was for a quiet evening of reading by the fire, a late-night walk along the Sidra, or simply holding you as you drifted off to sleep. He seemed to understand that you needed time to heal, that the process couldn’t be rushed.

But even with the quiet comfort of Azriel’s presence, there were moments when the weight of your grief felt too heavy to bear. The nights were the hardest. Despite Azriel’s warmth beside you, there were times when you would wake in the middle of the night, your heart aching with the loss of Alex, with the memories of the life you had once led.

On those nights, Azriel would wake with you, sensing your distress even in his sleep. He would pull you close, his wings wrapping around you like a shield, and he would murmur words of comfort, his voice a soothing balm against the pain. In those moments, you would cling to him, finding strength in his unwavering support.

The apartment itself had undergone a transformation. Where once it had been a place of work and rest, it was now a place of healing. You had cleared out much of the old clutter, making space for new memories, new beginnings. The walls, once adorned with the tools of your trade, now held framed maps of the courts, gifts from Rhysand and Mor as a way of marking your new role in the Night Court’s diplomacy. The swords that had once been your pride and joy were now carefully arranged in a display case, a tribute to the craft that you still loved, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to practice it just yet.

And then there were the small touches of Azriel’s presence—his favorite books on your shelves, his jacket draped over the back of a chair, his boots by the door. It was as if he had always been there, a natural extension of your life, of your home.

The two of you settled into a routine, one that was both comforting and new. Azriel would leave early in the mornings for his duties as the Night Court’s spymaster, but he would always return to you in the evenings, bringing with him a quiet strength that helped you through the day. You would cook dinner together, often laughing at his attempts to assist in the kitchen, and then spend the rest of the night curled up together, talking about your day, sharing stories from the past, or simply enjoying each other’s company in silence.

Despite the new roles and the changes in your life, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. The smithy, cold and quiet, was a constant reminder of the life you had left behind, of the boy who had been taken from you too soon. You knew that one day, you would have to face it, to open the doors and light the forge once more. But for now, you allowed yourself the time to grieve, to heal, and to find your way back to the craft that had once brought you so much joy.

And through it all, Azriel was there, a steady presence in the storm, his love for you unwavering. You knew that no matter how long it took, he would be by your side, helping you find your way back to the light.

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You sat in the meeting room at the House of Wind, the soft murmur of conversation filling the space as you gathered with Rhysand and some members of the Inner Circle. The view from the large windows was breathtaking, the rolling mountains and the sparkling Sidra river below a constant reminder of the beauty and power of the Night Court. But today, your focus was on the task at hand—the next step in your work to strengthen the alliances between the courts.

For the past few weeks, you had been exchanging letters with Helion, the High Lord of the Day Court. The two of you had been discussing potential alliances, trade agreements, and exchanges of knowledge that could benefit both courts. Helion had always been a keen negotiator, and your conversations had been both challenging and rewarding, the two of you sparring with words as you hammered out the details of a possible agreement.

Today, you were to discuss the final details with Rhysand and the others before making your way to Helion’s court to solidify the arrangement. As you sipped your tea, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. This was a significant step, not just for the Night Court, but for you personally. It was your first major diplomatic mission since you had taken on this role, and you were determined to see it through successfully.

Rhysand, seated at the head of the table, smiled warmly at you as he called the meeting to order. “Y/N, I want to start by saying how impressed we all are with the work you’ve done so far. Helion is not an easy man to negotiate with, but you’ve managed to make remarkable progress. I think I speak for everyone when I say we’re grateful to have you on our side.”

There was a murmur of agreement from the others—Mor, Cassian, and Amren—all of whom had been kept in the loop about your ongoing discussions with Helion.

“Thank you, Rhys,” you replied, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “But it’s not over yet. Helion is… well, he’s Helion. He’s charming and brilliant, but he’s also as stubborn as they come. We’ve agreed on most of the terms, but I’ll need to be there in person to finalize everything.”

Amren raised an eyebrow, her sharp gaze fixed on you. “And you’re prepared for that? Helion can be… persuasive when he wants to be.”

You nodded, understanding the weight behind her words. Helion’s reputation as a flirt was well-known, but you had handled his charm well enough during your correspondence. “I’m ready. We’ve built a good rapport, and I’m confident we can come to an agreement that benefits both courts.”

Cassian leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “And what exactly are we looking at in terms of this alliance? What’s Helion bringing to the table?”

You took a deep breath, ready to present the details. “Helion has proposed a mutual exchange of resources and knowledge. The Day Court is known for its vast libraries and magical artifacts, some of which they’re willing to share in exchange for our expertise in certain areas—specifically, some of the innovations we’ve developed in the Night Court. There’s also talk of a joint military training exercise between our forces and theirs, which could help strengthen both our defenses.”

Cassian nodded, his expression thoughtful. “A joint training exercise could be beneficial, especially with the state of things between the other courts. We could learn a lot from each other.”

Mor chimed in, a knowing smile on her face. “And let’s not forget the cultural exchange. Helion has expressed interest in visiting more often, perhaps even hosting some of our artists and scholars in his court.”

You nodded. “Exactly. It’s not just about trade and military might—it’s about fostering a deeper connection between our people. That’s something Helion values as much as we do.”

Rhysand steepled his fingers, his expression one of deep consideration. “It sounds like you’ve covered all the bases, Y/N. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable with this. Helion can be unpredictable, and we don’t want to put you in a situation where you feel out of your depth.”

You met Rhysand’s gaze, appreciating his concern. “I’m confident, Rhys. I’ve been through worse negotiations in my time, and I know how to handle Helion. Besides, this is important—for both our courts. I’m ready.”

There was a moment of silence as Rhysand considered your words. Finally, he nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “Very well. We’ll make the necessary arrangements for your trip to the Day Court. And don’t worry—you’ll have all the support you need.”

Azriel, who had been sitting quietly beside you, his presence a comforting anchor throughout the meeting, finally spoke up. “I’ll accompany Y/N to the Day Court. It’s best if she has someone there who knows how to navigate Helion’s court, and I can ensure her safety.”

You shot Azriel a grateful look, knowing that his presence would not only offer protection but also give you an added layer of confidence. “Thank you, Az. I’d appreciate that.”

Rhysand’s smile widened slightly as he glanced between the two of you, clearly approving of Azriel’s suggestion. “Perfect. You’ll both leave in a few days, once the final details are settled.”

As the meeting wrapped up, the others began discussing the logistical aspects of the trip—travel plans, security measures, and what to expect once you arrived at the Day Court. But your mind was already turning to the task ahead, to the negotiations that awaited you.

When the meeting finally concluded, Rhysand placed a hand on your shoulder, his expression serious. “You’ve got this, Y/N. I have complete faith in you. Helion will find that the Night Court doesn’t back down easily.”

You smiled, the weight of the responsibility settling comfortably on your shoulders. “I won’t let you down, Rhys. We’ll make this alliance happen.”

With that, you and Azriel left the House of Wind, ready to prepare for your journey to the Day Court. As you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation—a feeling that this trip would mark a new chapter in your life, one where you were no longer just the blacksmith who had lost so much, but someone who was ready to forge new paths, to create new alliances, and to find strength in the bonds you were building.

The morning of your departure was crisp and clear, the kind of day that promised good weather for travel. You stood outside the House of Wind, waiting for Azriel to join you. The anticipation of the journey ahead filled you with a mix of excitement and a touch of nervousness. This was your first diplomatic mission in your new role, and though you were confident in your abilities, there was always an element of the unknown when dealing with someone as formidable as Helion.

Azriel arrived shortly, dressed in his usual black attire, his wings tucked neatly behind him. His presence was reassuring, a steady anchor amidst the swirling thoughts in your mind. He carried your travel pack easily, slinging it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing.

“Ready?” he asked, his gaze softening as it met yours.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

With a final glance at the House of Wind, the two of you took to the skies, Azriel’s powerful wings beating steadily as he carried you across the lands toward the Day Court. The flight was long, but the scenery was breathtaking—rolling hills, dense forests, and sparkling rivers spread out beneath you, a patchwork of Prythian’s diverse landscapes.

As you neared the borders of the Day Court, the air grew warmer, the sunlight more intense. The transition between courts was marked by a change in the landscape, with the lush green of the Night Court giving way to the golden fields and vibrant flowers that characterized Helion’s domain. The Day Court was known for its perpetual sunshine, a stark contrast to the shadows and mystery of the Night Court.

When you finally arrived, the grandeur of the Day Court’s palace took your breath away. It was a sprawling structure of gleaming white marble, with towering columns and wide terraces that overlooked gardens bursting with color. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of laughter and music drifted from the open windows. It was a place of light and life, a perfect reflection of the High Lord who ruled it.

Azriel landed gracefully on one of the palace’s terraces, setting you down gently before folding his wings behind him. A pair of Day Court guards approached, their golden armor glinting in the sunlight.

“Lady Y/N, Lord Azriel,” one of the guards said with a respectful bow. “Lord Helion is expecting you. Please, follow us.”

You exchanged a glance with Azriel before following the guards into the palace. The interior was just as magnificent as the exterior, with sunlight streaming through large windows, casting intricate patterns on the polished floors. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of history and legend, and the air was filled with the scent of citrus and jasmine.

The guards led you to a grand hall where Helion was waiting, seated on a large, ornate chair that was less a throne and more a comfortable seat for a man who enjoyed his luxuries. He rose as you entered, a broad smile spreading across his handsome face.

“Y/N, Azriel,” Helion greeted, his voice warm and welcoming. “It’s a pleasure to see you both. Welcome to the Day Court.”

You inclined your head in respect, but before you could say anything, Helion was already crossing the room with that easy, confident stride of his. He took your hands in his, his golden eyes shining with genuine warmth. “Y/N, it feels oddly right seeing you here as an emissary rather than delivering weapons. Although, I must say, your craftsmanship still impresses me every time I hold one of your creations.”

You smiled, appreciating the compliment and the familiarity. “Thank you, Helion. It’s a different role, but one I’m finding I enjoy more than I expected.”

Helion’s smile widened, and he gestured for you and Azriel to sit. “Indeed. You seem well-suited to it. I always knew there was more to you than just a talented blacksmith.”

Azriel, ever vigilant, took a seat beside you, his gaze never wavering from Helion. The High Lord of the Day Court seemed to notice Azriel’s protective demeanor, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes, but he said nothing of it.

The negotiations that followed were intense but cordial. Helion was every bit the shrewd negotiator you had expected, his mind sharp as he navigated the terms of the proposed alliance. You discussed the mutual exchange of resources, with Helion offering access to the Day Court’s extensive libraries and magical artifacts in exchange for some of the Night Court’s innovations and expertise.

The joint military training exercises were also a point of discussion, with Helion expressing interest in strengthening the ties between your forces. He saw the benefit of learning from each other, particularly in a time when the other courts were constantly shifting their alliances and power dynamics.

“You’ll find that the Day Court’s warriors are formidable,” Helion said with a glint in his eye. “But there’s always room for improvement. I believe our forces could learn much from each other.”

Cassian’s earlier thoughts echoed in your mind as you nodded. “I agree. A strong alliance between our courts, both militarily and culturally, would benefit us all.”

The conversation then shifted to the cultural exchange, with Helion suggesting visits between the courts’ scholars, artists, and musicians. He seemed genuinely excited at the prospect of bringing more art and culture into his court, and the idea of fostering deeper connections between your people resonated with him.

“We have much to offer each other,” Helion mused, leaning back in his chair. “Not just in terms of knowledge and power, but in understanding and friendship. That’s something we can’t put a price on.”

As the day wore on, the negotiations continued, with both sides making concessions and adjustments. Helion was a skilled negotiator, but so were you, and by the time the sun began to dip toward the horizon, you felt confident that you had laid the groundwork for a strong and mutually beneficial alliance.

Helion stood, signaling the end of the formal discussions. “I believe we’ve made excellent progress today, Y/N. We’ll finalize the details tomorrow, but for now, I’d like to invite you both to join me for dinner. We can continue our discussions in a more relaxed setting.”

You exchanged a glance with Azriel, who gave you a small nod. “We’d be honored, Lord Helion,” you replied.

Helion’s smile was genuine as he led you both toward a dining hall, where a feast had been prepared. The atmosphere was lighter, the tension of the negotiations giving way to a more casual and friendly tone. Helion was a gracious host, ensuring that you and Azriel were comfortable and well taken care of.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself enjoying Helion’s company more than you had anticipated. He was charming, yes, but there was also a depth to him, a genuine interest in building something lasting between your courts. The more you spoke with him, the more you realized that this alliance was not just a matter of convenience, but a step toward something greater—a bond that could bring lasting peace and prosperity to both the Night and Day Courts.

As the night drew to a close, Helion raised his glass in a toast. “To new beginnings,” he said, his gaze lingering on you. “May this be the start of a fruitful partnership between our courts.”

You raised your glass in return, feeling a sense of accomplishment and hope for the future. “To new beginnings,” you echoed, your voice firm with conviction.

The night had settled peacefully over the Day Court, and you and Azriel found yourselves in the room Helion had graciously provided for your stay. The space was luxurious yet comfortable, with a large bed draped in soft linens and a balcony that offered a breathtaking view of the golden fields and the distant, twinkling lights of the Day Court’s palace grounds.

You stood on the balcony, leaning against the railing as you took in the view. The air was warm, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of jasmine and citrus. The stars above were bright, unobstructed by clouds, and the moon cast a silver glow over the landscape.

Azriel joined you, his presence quiet and calming as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you gently against his side. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as you both admired the serene beauty of the night.

“It’s beautiful here,” you murmured, your voice soft in the stillness. “So different from the Night Court, but beautiful in its own way.”

Azriel nodded, his gaze sweeping over the horizon. “It is. Helion’s court has its own kind of magic, a warmth and light that’s unique. But…” He paused, glancing down at you with a small smile. “I think I still prefer the shadows and stars of our home.”

You smiled, understanding exactly what he meant. “There’s something about the Night Court that feels… like home. Even after all this time.”

Azriel’s hand gently caressed your back, his touch soothing. “It is home. For both of us.”

The two of you stood in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence and the peaceful night. The events of the day—the negotiations, the formalities—seemed distant now, as if they belonged to another world. Here, on this balcony, it was just the two of you, away from the pressures and responsibilities that came with your roles.

After a few moments, Azriel broke the silence. “You handled today exceptionally well, Y/N. Helion’s not an easy person to negotiate with, but you held your own.”

You turned your head slightly to look up at him, your eyes meeting his. “Thank you, Az. I have to admit, it was challenging, but… it felt good. It felt like I was doing something important, something that mattered.”

He nodded, his gaze filled with admiration. “You were. And you did it with such grace and strength. I’m proud of you.”

The sincerity in his voice warmed your heart, and you reached up to place a hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly against his skin. “I couldn’t have done it without you by my side.”

Azriel’s eyes softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll always be by your side, no matter what.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the male who had become such an integral part of your life. “I know. And I’m grateful for that.”

Another comfortable silence settled between you, the two of you simply basking in the tranquility of the moment. The bond between you thrummed with a quiet contentment, a reminder of the connection you shared, one that went beyond words or actions.

After a while, you turned to face Azriel fully, your hands resting on his chest as you looked up at him. “Do you ever think about the future, Az? About what it might hold for us?”

He looked down at you, his expression thoughtful. “I do. More than I ever used to.”

“And?” you prompted, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“And I see us together,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “I see us building a life together, one where we’re both happy, where we continue to support each other and face whatever challenges come our way.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter, and you found yourself leaning up to kiss him softly. “That’s exactly what I see too,” you whispered against his lips.

Azriel smiled against your mouth before deepening the kiss, his hands sliding up to cup your face. The kiss was tender, filled with love and promise, a reflection of the bond you shared. When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, but the contentment in your hearts was undeniable.

“Let’s go inside,” you suggested, your voice soft as you took his hand.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you both, the atmosphere shifted, thickening with anticipation. The quiet intimacy of the room, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, only served to heighten the tension that had been building between you all evening. You could feel the heat radiating from Azriel as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible.

His eyes, usually calm and calculating, were dark with desire as they locked onto yours. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t need words to respond. The way you reached for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, said everything you needed to say. With a swift movement, you pulled him closer, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, a desperate need that had been simmering under the surface, now unleashed.

Azriel’s hands found your waist, tugging you against him as if he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between your bodies. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, more insistent, as if you both were starved for each other. You could feel the hard planes of his chest beneath your fingers as you slid them under his shirt, craving the feel of his skin.

He broke the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. The sight of him, all toned muscle and shadow-kissed skin, made your breath hitch. Before you could fully take him in, his lips were on yours again, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive need.

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down with a gentleness that belied the fire burning in his eyes. He followed you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress as his lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and across your collarbone. Every brush of his lips against your skin sent sparks of pleasure through you, making you arch into him. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he hovered over you, his body heat radiating against your skin. The look in his eyes was intense, filled with a hunger that matched your own.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispered, his voice rough as he leaned down to kiss along your jawline, trailing down to the sensitive skin of your neck.

You gasped softly at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his dark hair. “I think I’m starting to get the idea.”

Azriel’s hands were everywhere—pushing up your shirt, skimming over your bare skin, as he made quick work of undressing you. Soon, your clothes joined his on the floor, leaving you both bare to each other, every inch of skin tingling with anticipation.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes devouring every inch of you. He hovered above you, his hands framing your face as he kissed you deeply, passionately, his body pressing you down into the soft bed. The feel of him against you, hard and ready, made you ache with need.

Your hands roamed over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the scars that marked his skin, each one telling a story of battles fought and won. But right now, all that mattered was this moment, the feel of him, the way he made you feel—desired, cherished, needed.

Azriel’s lips found yours again, his kiss searing and demanding. He pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

You gasped as his fingers brushed between your thighs, teasing but not giving you what you desperately craved. “You, Azriel. I want you.”

His eyes darkened with a feral hunger at your words, and with a groan, he positioned himself at your entrance. The anticipation made your heart race, your body tense with need.

Azriel entered you slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to the stretch of him. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he filled you completely, making you feel whole in a way you hadn’t even realized you needed. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as you arched up to meet him, craving more.

He started moving, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that made you dizzy with pleasure. Each thrust was deep, controlled, sending waves of sensation through your entire body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more, needing everything he could give.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. But you could feel it—the tension coiling within him, the same tension that was building within you, ready to snap at any moment.

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands as you pulled him down for a kiss. It was a messy, desperate kiss, filled with all the emotions you couldn’t put into words. His thrusts became harder, faster, as if he was losing himself in you, in the sensation, in the bond that tied you together.

“Azriel,” you gasped, your voice a breathless plea as you felt your climax approaching, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. “I’m close…”

“Me too,” he rasped, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you with a fierce, unrelenting need.

The tension snapped, and your climax washed over you in a wave of pleasure so intense it left you trembling. You cried out his name, your body clenching around him as you rode out the aftershocks of your release.

Azriel followed you over the edge moments later, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he buried himself deep inside you, his release flooding through him. He held you close, his body shuddering against yours as he found his own pleasure in you.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The only sounds were your ragged breaths and the pounding of your hearts, beating in sync. Azriel stayed buried inside you, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath.

When he finally moved, it was to kiss you again—soft, tender, filled with all the love he had for you. He rolled to his side, pulling you with him so that you were curled against his chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, his fingers brushing through your hair.

You nodded, feeling a contentment settle over you as you snuggled closer to him. “I’m perfect, Az.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

A laugh bubbled up from your chest as you looked up at him, seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh? Is that so?”

The room was still filled with the heady scent of sex, the warmth of your shared pleasure lingering in the air as you lay curled up against Azriel’s chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your back, a satisfied hum vibrating from him as he pressed soft kisses to the top of your head. The bond between you thrummed with a deep sense of contentment, but beneath it, there was still a simmering heat, a desire that hadn’t quite been quenched.

You felt it too—a restless need that made you shift against him, your skin tingling with anticipation. Azriel must have sensed the change in you, because his fingers stilled, and he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down your spine. “What are you thinking?”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you pushed yourself up, straddling his hips as you looked down at him, a wicked smile playing on your lips. The way his eyes darkened in response, the way his hands automatically came to rest on your thighs, told you everything you needed to know—he wanted this as much as you did.

Slowly, you rolled your hips against him, feeling his length harden beneath you as you moved. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. Azriel’s grip on your thighs tightened, his gaze locked on yours, a silent plea for more.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his in a teasing kiss. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it worth it,” you whispered against his mouth.

With that, you reached between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. The sensation of him pressing against you, hard and ready, made your breath hitch, and you couldn’t resist teasing him a little more, rubbing the head of his cock against your wetness, making him groan in frustration.

“Y/N…” he warned, his voice strained as he fought to keep control.

You smiled, a little triumphant, before you finally sank down onto him, taking him in inch by inch. The feeling of him stretching you, filling you so completely, made your head spin with pleasure. You moaned, your hands braced against his chest as you took a moment to adjust to the fullness of him inside you.

Azriel’s hands moved to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to hold himself still, letting you set the pace. But you could feel the tension in him, the way he was struggling not to thrust up into you, to let you take your time. It was heady, knowing how much control you had in this moment, and it only fueled your desire.

Slowly, you began to move, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through both of you. Azriel’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his head falling back against the pillows as a low groan rumbled from his chest.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, his voice tight with restraint as he let you ride him at your own pace. “Gods, Y/N…”

You smiled at the praise, the sound of his voice, the way he looked beneath you—completely undone—making you feel powerful, beautiful, desired. You leaned forward, pressing your hands against his chest for leverage as you began to move faster, the friction between your bodies sparking something wild and uncontrollable within you.

Azriel’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his control slipping as he started to meet your movements with upward thrusts of his own. The change in angle made him hit deeper, harder, and you gasped at the intense pleasure that radiated through you with each thrust.

Your rhythm grew faster, more desperate, as you chased the pleasure building inside you. The feeling of Azriel beneath you, his body strong and solid, his cock filling you so perfectly, was almost too much to bear. You could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

Azriel opened his eyes, the dark intensity in his gaze locking onto yours as he thrust up into you, meeting your movements with a ferocity that made you cry out his name. “Y/N… I’m so close.”

You gasped, your movements becoming erratic as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of release. The tension inside you snapped, and your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cried out, your nails digging into Azriel’s chest.

Azriel followed you over the edge, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he found his release, his hands gripping you tightly as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you with his warmth.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and the pounding of your hearts in the quiet aftermath. You collapsed against Azriel’s chest, both of you spent and sated, the bond between you humming with contentment.

Azriel wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you both caught your breath. The connection between you felt deeper, more intimate, after what you’d just shared, and as you lay there in the quiet of the night, you couldn’t help but smile.

“I love you,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your lips.

Azriel’s arms tightened around you, his voice a soft whisper in the darkness. “And I love you, Y/N. More than anything.”

You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, savoring the warmth and comfort of being together. And as you drifted off to sleep in Azriel’s arms, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by a love that was as strong as the night itself.

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Forge of Starlight - Part 16

paring; Azriel x reader

word count ; 4.1k

warning; mentions of death, fight.

notes; Helloooo, so last chapter until the epilogue :((( Honestly I never thought that people would actually enjoy whatever i could write but thank you guys so much for being here until the end of this story. I'm leaving you here to enjoy this part, see you soon for the epilogue, bisous bisous <333

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The sun was beginning to set on your last day in the Day Court, casting a warm golden light over the palace as you prepared to leave. The negotiations had been a success, and the alliance between the Night and Day Courts was now firmly in place. As you made your way through the opulent halls of Helion’s palace, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. This trip had been more than just a diplomatic mission; it had been a personal victory, a step forward in the new life you were building.

Before you could reach the exit, however, Helion himself appeared, his usual charming smile in place as he approached you.

“Y/N,” he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. “I see you’re about to depart. I wanted to catch you before you left.”

You smiled warmly at the High Lord, appreciating his hospitality and the successful outcome of your negotiations. “Thank you for everything, Helion. It’s been a productive and enjoyable visit.”

He chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned in slightly. “I’m glad to hear it. And, of course, I must remind you that my previous offer still stands. There’s always a place for you here, as more than just an emissary.”

The mischievous tone in his voice was unmistakable, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head in amusement. Helion had made a similar proposition the last time you were here—an invitation to join his court as one of his partners, an offer that was as flattering as it was surprising.

“Helion,” you replied with a smile, “as tempting as your offer might be, I’m afraid I must decline once again. My place is in the Night Court.”

Helion’s grin widened, but there was no real disappointment in his eyes—only a fondness that spoke of genuine respect. “I had to try, didn’t I? But I suppose Azriel would have my head if I pursued it any further.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “He might indeed.”

With a final smile and a nod of farewell, you turned to leave the palace. As you made your way out, Azriel was waiting for you, his wings tucked neatly behind him, his expression curious.

“What was that about?” he asked as the two of you began walking toward the edge of the palace grounds, where you would take flight back to the Night Court.

You hesitated for a moment, wondering how to phrase it without making it awkward. Finally, you decided to be straightforward. “Helion… made an offer the last time I was here. He asked if I wanted to live in the Day Court and become one of his, um, partners.”

Azriel’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. “He did?”

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yes, he did. But I turned him down, obviously. My place is with you, Azriel, in the Night Court.”

A faint flush of possessiveness crossed Azriel’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a more relaxed expression as he nodded. “I’m glad to hear that. Helion may be charming, but he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

You laughed softly, feeling the warmth of his words. The two of you took to the skies shortly after, Azriel’s strong wings carrying you both high above the Day Court, the landscape below shrinking as you gained altitude.

As you flew, the air grew cooler, and the sun dipped lower on the horizon. The journey was peaceful at first, the two of you flying side by side in comfortable silence. But as you neared the border between the Day and Night Courts, Azriel suggested taking a brief rest.

You landed in a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees and the distant sound of running water. The silence of the forest was a stark contrast to the opulence of Helion’s palace, but it was a welcome change. You both sat down on a fallen log, catching your breath and enjoying the quiet.

But the peace was shattered in an instant.

A sudden rustle in the trees caught your attention, and before you could react, an arrow whizzed through the air, narrowly missing your shoulder. You jerked back, adrenaline surging through you as Azriel’s wings flared protectively, his shadows immediately coiling around you.

“Get down!” Azriel barked, his voice sharp with command.

You dropped to the ground, your heart pounding as you scanned the trees for the source of the attack. Azriel was already moving, his shadows spreading out like tendrils, searching for the assailant. But the next arrow that came was aimed directly at Azriel, and he barely dodged it in time, the tip grazing his arm.

The sight of blood on Azriel’s skin sent a wave of fury through you. And then, you saw him—the figure emerging from the shadows of the trees, his bow drawn, his face twisted in a sneer that made your blood run cold.

It was him. The man who had killed Alex. The man who had shattered your world.

Recognition hit you like a physical blow, and the memories you had tried so hard to bury came rushing back—Alex’s lifeless body, the blood, the helplessness you had felt in that moment. But now, there was something else—a burning rage that ignited in your chest, fueling your resolve.

Azriel’s gaze snapped to you, his eyes filled with concern as he saw the recognition in your expression. “Y/N…?”

“He’s the one,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “He’s the one who killed Alex.”

Azriel’s expression hardened instantly, his shadows curling around him like living armor. “Stay behind me,” he commanded, his voice cold and sharp.

But you couldn’t just stand there and watch. You had trained for years, honed your skills, and even without your powers, you were a force to be reckoned with. Ignoring his command, you drew your own blade, the familiar weight comforting in your hand.

The man who had killed Alex stepped forward from the shadows, his sneer growing as he saw the defiance in your eyes. He was taller and broader than you remembered, his presence exuding malice. His eyes flicked to Azriel, then back to you, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

“So, the little blacksmith thinks she can take me on?” His voice dripped with contempt. “You were nothing then, and you’re nothing now.”

Rage flared in your chest, but you forced yourself to stay calm, to focus. “You took everything from me,” you said, your voice steady. “I won’t let you do it again.”

He laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Without warning, he lunged at you, his blade flashing in the dim light. You moved quickly, sidestepping his attack and bringing your own blade up to meet his. The clash of metal rang out through the clearing as your weapons collided, sparks flying.

Azriel was at your side in an instant, his own sword a blur as he parried an attack from another assailant. The two of you fought back to back, a seamless dance of steel and shadows as you defended each other. Despite the chaos, there was a strange rhythm to your movements, a sense of unity that made you stronger together.

But the man wasn’t finished. He pressed forward, his attacks relentless, each strike aimed to kill. You blocked, parried, and countered, your movements fluid but desperate. He was strong, stronger than you had anticipated, and each blow he landed sent a shockwave through your arms.

“Is this all you’ve got?” he taunted, his blade coming dangerously close to your throat.

You gritted your teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

He snarled, his next attack a vicious swing that you barely managed to deflect. The force of it sent you stumbling back, your feet skidding on the forest floor. He saw his opening and lunged, his blade aimed straight for your heart.

But Azriel was faster. With a powerful beat of his wings, he knocked the man off balance, his sword slashing across his arm. The man cried out in pain, his attack faltering as blood spilled from the wound.

“You’re not alone,” Azriel said, his voice a low growl as he stood protectively in front of you. His shadows twisted and coiled around him, ready to strike at any moment.

But the man’s eyes glinted with something dark, something malicious. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small, twisted dagger—its blade dark and dripping with a substance that made your blood run cold.

“Let’s see how you handle this,” he hissed, and with a swift motion, he hurled the dagger straight at you.

Time seemed to slow. You saw the dagger flying through the air, its deadly tip aimed directly at you. But before you could react, before you could even raise your blade to deflect it, Azriel was there.

With a burst of speed, he threw himself in front of you, his wings wrapping around you in a protective cocoon. The dagger struck him, the poisoned blade sinking deep into his side. Azriel gasped, the pain evident in his eyes, but he didn’t falter. He held you close, shielding you from further harm.

“Azriel!” you cried out, your voice filled with panic as you felt his grip tighten around you.

“I’m fine,” he managed to say through gritted teeth, though you could see the pain etched on his face.

But the man wasn’t done. He lunged forward, his sword raised to finish the job. You knew you couldn’t let him win—not after everything he had taken from you. With a surge of adrenaline, you broke free from Azriel’s protective embrace, your blade flashing as you met the man’s attack head-on.

The clash of metal echoed through the clearing as you fought with everything you had. The man’s strength was overwhelming, but you were driven by something more powerful—a need for justice, for vengeance, for closure. You fought with precision, every move calculated, every strike purposeful.

But then, with a sudden, brutal twist, the man disarmed you, sending your blade flying from your hand. He smiled, cruel and victorious, as he raised his sword to strike you down.

In that split second, everything seemed to slow. You saw the blade descending toward you, and you knew you couldn’t avoid it. But just as the sword was about to connect, something inside you shifted. The pain, the loss, the anger—all of it erupted into a single, overwhelming force.

Blue flames exploded from your body, engulfing the man in a wave of fire. He screamed, his sword clattering to the ground as he stumbled back, the flames consuming him. You felt the power surging through you, uncontrolled, untamed, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was finally being brought to justice.

Azriel, struggling to stay on his feet, watched in awe as the flames roared around you. Even in his weakened state, he could see that this was something different—something more than just the return of your powers.

But then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the flames flickered and died, leaving you standing there, gasping for breath. The man was gone, reduced to ash by the sheer force of your power.

You collapsed to your knees, the exhaustion hitting you like a tidal wave. Azriel was at your side in an instant, despite his own injuries, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close.

“It’s over,” he whispered, his voice shaking with relief. “It’s finally over.”

But you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. The weight of what had just happened, of what you had just done, was too much to bear. You buried your face in Azriel’s chest, letting the tears fall as he held you close, his wings encircling you protectively.

For a long time, neither of you moved. You just stayed there, holding onto each other as the night deepened around you, the stars above bearing silent witness to the end of your long and painful journey.

And as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, you knew that you were no longer the same person you had been when this journey began. You were stronger, more powerful, and ready to face whatever came next—together.

For now, though, you were safe. You were together. And that was enough.

The night was still and quiet, the fire you and Azriel had set crackling softly as you both slept under the canopy of stars. But something stirred deep within you, pulling you from the comfort of sleep, from the warmth of Azriel’s arms. You woke with a start, a strange sensation fluttering in your chest—an echo of the past, of a time when you were just a child, lost and frightened in the woods, when a light fell from the sky and changed everything.

The feeling was overwhelming, almost like a call, and you couldn’t ignore it. Slowly, you slipped out from under Azriel’s arm, careful not to wake him as you stood and made your way into the forest. The trees seemed to part for you, the path ahead illuminated by the soft glow of starlight filtering through the branches above. There was something different about the night, something almost magical. The stars, usually fixed in their places, appeared to be moving, guiding you toward something—toward someone.

Azriel stirred behind you, waking as he felt your absence. He sat up, his eyes searching for you in the darkness, his voice low and filled with concern. “Y/N? Where are you going?”

But you didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your focus was entirely on the pull that was leading you deeper into the forest, a pull that felt familiar and yet strange, like a forgotten memory resurfacing after so many years. You moved forward, your feet carrying you with a purpose you didn’t fully understand but couldn’t resist.

Azriel got up and followed you, his shadows wrapping around him protectively as he trailed behind, his gaze fixed on your form moving through the trees. He didn’t call out to you again, sensing that whatever was happening was beyond his understanding, something deeply personal, something you needed to face on your own. But he was there, watching over you, ready to step in if you needed him.

The stars above continued to shift, forming patterns in the sky that seemed to guide you toward a clearing up ahead. And then you saw it—a soft, glowing light, just as you remembered it from that night so long ago. The same light that had once fallen from the sky, that had sought you out, asking for your help when you were just a scared child.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached it, your breath catching in your throat as the light grew brighter, more defined. You reached out a hand, trembling as your fingers brushed against the glowing form. And as you did, the light began to shift, to change, taking on a form that made your breath catch in your throat.

It was the form of a boy—no longer the small, curious light, but the figure of Alex. The sight of him, so familiar and yet so different, made your heart ache with a longing you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel since the day he died.

“Alex…” you whispered, your voice breaking as you took a step closer, your hand reaching out toward him.

The figure smiled softly, a look of deep affection in his eyes. “I never wanted to leave you, Nana.”

The sound of his voice, that old nickname, was enough to make tears well up in your eyes. You took another step, your fingers brushing against his cheek, but there was no warmth, only the soft glow of the light that had taken his shape.

“I tried to fight it,” Alex continued, his voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t want to leave your side, but… it was time. It was time for me to go, but I couldn’t leave without helping you one last time.”

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. “What do you mean, Alex?”

He looked down, as if gathering his thoughts, before meeting your gaze again. “I knew you needed your powers back. I knew you needed to face the man who took everything from you, from us. I couldn’t fight him on my own, but I could lead him to you, to where you would find the strength to defeat him, to reclaim what was yours.”

The tears spilled over, and you reached out, as if you could hold him, as if you could bring him back to life with your touch. “I didn’t want to lose you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’m so sorry, Alex… I’m so sorry…”

He shook his head, his expression softening with a sad smile. “Don’t be sorry, Nana. You gave me everything. You were my family, my home. I never wanted to leave you, but… it was time. And I’m glad I could see you one last time.”

You felt a sob rise in your throat, but you forced it down, not wanting to waste a single moment of this fleeting encounter. “I miss you so much,” you choked out, your hand still hovering near his face, wishing you could feel the warmth of his skin one last time.

“I know,” Alex replied, his voice gentle. “But you’re not alone, Nana. You have a new family now, people who love you, who will protect you. And you have Azriel. He’ll take care of you.”

At the mention of Azriel, you glanced over your shoulder, finding him standing just at the edge of the clearing, his expression unreadable as he watched the exchange. His presence was a comfort, a reminder that even in this surreal moment, you weren’t alone.

Alex’s figure began to flicker, the light growing fainter as he spoke again. “I’m proud of you, Nana. You’ve become everything I knew you could be. And now, it’s time for me to go. But I’ll always be with you… in here.” He placed a hand over your heart, a gesture you couldn’t feel, but the meaning was clear.

You nodded, tears streaming down your face as you whispered, “I love you, Alex.”

He smiled one last time, a look of peace in his eyes. “I love you too, Nana.”

And with that, the light that had taken his form began to fade, growing dimmer until it was nothing more than a soft glow in the air, and then… it was gone.

You stood there, staring at the empty space where he had been, your heart aching with both sorrow and a strange sense of closure. The forest was silent again, the stars above returning to their usual places in the sky, as if the moment had never happened.

But it had happened, and it had changed something deep within you.

Azriel stepped forward, his footsteps soft as he approached you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t ask for an explanation. Instead, he simply wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. You buried your face in his chest, the tears finally spilling over as you let yourself grieve, let yourself feel the loss and the love and the bittersweet relief that Alex was at peace.

Azriel held you close, his presence steady and reassuring as you cried, his hands soothing as they ran through your hair. He didn’t ask for details, didn’t press you for answers. He simply let you feel, let you mourn, and when the tears finally slowed, he whispered softly, “I’m here, Y/N. I’m here.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks, your voice shaky but resolute. “I know… and I’m so grateful for that.”

Azriel wiped away a stray tear with his thumb, his gaze filled with a deep, unwavering love. “You’re not alone, and you never will be. I promise.”

With a final glance at the spot where Alex had stood, you took a deep breath, finding strength in Azriel’s words, in his embrace. You knew that the pain would always be there, a scar on your heart, but you also knew that you had the strength to move forward, to carry on.

As you rested in Azriel's arms, finding solace in his warmth, something unexpected began to happen. Your hair, which had been dampened by the night’s dew and your tears, suddenly lifted, as if caught in an invisible breeze. You both froze, eyes wide with surprise as small, ethereal flames—blue and flickering like the softest candlelight—began to emerge from your skin, dancing along your arms and shoulders.

The blue fire, your fire, was back.

Azriel looked down at you, awe and concern mingling in his expression. “Y/N… your powers…”

You nodded, barely able to believe it yourself. You had felt this once before, long ago when you were just a child, when that mysterious light had first found you and changed your life. And now, after everything you had lost and regained, the power was returning, the flames of the phoenix rekindling within you.

The realization hit you like a wave, bringing with it a sense of clarity and purpose. You knew what this meant, knew what needed to happen next.

Without a word, you reached out and grabbed Azriel’s hand, your grip firm yet gentle. “Let’s go,” you whispered, your voice filled with quiet determination. “Let’s fly together.”

Azriel looked at you, confusion flickering in his eyes, but there was also trust—complete and unwavering trust. He nodded, his wings flexing in readiness, though he still didn’t fully understand what was happening.

But then, as if in response to your unspoken command, the blue flames on your body flared brighter, spreading out from your back in a sudden, powerful surge. They formed into wings—majestic, blazing wings of blue fire that extended behind you, their glow illuminating the dark forest around you. They were the wings of the phoenix, a symbol of rebirth, of power reclaimed.

Azriel’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the transformation, the sight of you standing there, your flames burning bright, filling him with a mixture of awe and pride. You weren’t just Y/N anymore—you were something more, something incredible.

With a powerful beat of your flaming wings, you lifted off the ground, rising into the night sky. Azriel followed instantly, his powerful Illyrian wings carrying him up to meet you, his shadows swirling around him protectively. The two of you soared higher and higher, leaving the forest below, until you were both surrounded by nothing but the endless night and the stars that watched over you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You simply flew, side by side, your flames and his shadows mingling in the cool air. The world below seemed distant, the troubles and sorrows that had weighed you down now far behind. Up here, it was just the two of you, free and unburdened.

Azriel looked over at you, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you in your full power, your flames glowing with an ethereal beauty that took his breath away. “You’re… incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration and love.

You turned to him, a soft smile playing on your lips as you reached out, your hand finding his in the darkness. “I couldn’t have done this without you, Az.”

He squeezed your hand, his touch grounding you even as you soared through the sky. “You’ve always had this power, Y/N. I’m just glad I get to see you embrace it.”

You smiled at him, feeling a warmth that went beyond the fire burning in your veins. The bond between you thrummed with a quiet, deep connection, a love that was stronger than any magic.

The two of you flew together, circling through the sky, your wings creating trails of fire and shadow that intertwined, dancing across the stars. It was a moment of pure freedom, a release from all the pain and hardship you had endured. Up here, in the night sky, with Azriel by your side, you felt truly alive, truly yourself.

After a while, you slowed, hovering in the air as you looked out over the horizon. The stars seemed to shine brighter, their light reflecting off the blue flames of your wings. You turned to Azriel, your heart full, your voice soft as you spoke.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes locked with his. “For everything.”

Azriel smiled, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he held your hand. “I’m with you, always. No matter what.”

With a final, powerful beat of your wings, you soared higher, Azriel right beside you, your hearts beating in unison as you flew together into the night, leaving the past behind and embracing the future that awaited you both.

The night was yours, and as you flew together, flames and shadows intertwined, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it together.

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