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small-z24 · 6 months ago

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One-Shot: A Dance with Danger

Summary:

Y/N and Azriel are forced to take shelter in a secluded cabin after a mission goes awry. As they fend off a surprise attack from Hybern soldiers, their long-hidden feelings come to the surface during a heated argument.

Word Count: 1713

Warnings: This story contains intense battle scenes, descriptions of injuries, emotional turmoil, and moments of vulnerability. Readers should be prepared for dramatic confrontations and raw emotional exchanges.

The mission had gone smoothly—too smoothly. As Y/N and Azriel made their way back to the Night Court, a sense of unease settled over them. The forest around them was eerily quiet, the usual sounds of nocturnal creatures conspicuously absent.

"We need to keep moving," Azriel said, his voice low and urgent. "I don't like this silence."

Y/N nodded, her hand tightening around the hilt of her sword. "Agreed. Let's hurry."

They picked up the pace, their footsteps muffled by the thick underbrush. Just as they reached a clearing, a group of Hybern soldiers emerged from the shadows, surrounding them with weapons drawn.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" sneered the leader, a tall fae with a cruel smile. "The Night Court's spymaster and his little friend."

Azriel's shadows flared protectively around him, his wings spreading wide. "Stay behind me, Y/N."

She stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "Not a chance. We're in this together."

The Hybern soldiers attacked, and the clearing erupted into chaos. Y/N and Azriel fought back-to-back, their movements perfectly synchronized. Y/N's blade flashed in the moonlight as she parried and struck, each movement a testament to her skill and training. Azriel's shadows lashed out like living weapons, disarming and incapacitating their foes with deadly precision.

Despite their efforts, the enemy's numbers were overwhelming. Azriel was struck by a glancing blow to the side, blood seeping through his tunic. Y/N's heart lurched at the sight, but she couldn't afford to be distracted.

"Azriel, are you alright?" she shouted, slashing through another attacker.

"I'm fine," he gritted out, his eyes never leaving the enemies surrounding them. "Just focus on the fight."

They fought on, but the tide was turning against them. Y/N's movements were slowing, exhaustion creeping into her limbs. She knew they couldn't keep this up much longer.

Suddenly, a sharp pain exploded in her shoulder as an arrow found its mark. She stumbled, her vision blurring. Azriel's roar of rage and anguish cut through the chaos, and he surged forward, his shadows enveloping them both in a protective cocoon.

"We need to get out of here," he said, his voice tight with worry.

Y/N nodded weakly, her strength waning. "Lead the way."

With a powerful beat of his wings, Azriel lifted them both into the air, his shadows forming a barrier against further attacks. They flew through the trees, the wind whipping past them as they raced against time and danger.

When they finally landed near a secluded cabin, Azriel gently set Y/N down, his hands trembling. "Stay with me, Y/N," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "Don't you dare leave me."

She managed a weak smile. "I'm not going anywhere, Azriel. Just... need to rest."

Azriel carefully carried her into the cabin, laying her down on a makeshift bed. He worked quickly to tend to her wounds, his hands steady but his eyes filled with fear.

"You're going to be okay," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "You have to be."

Y/N reached up, her fingers brushing his cheek. "Thank you, Azriel. For everything."

He captured her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Rest now. I'll keep watch."

As Y/N drifted into a fitful sleep, Azriel stood guard, his shadows coiling around them like a protective shroud. He couldn't shake the fear gnawing at his heart, the thought of losing her more than he could bear.

Hours passed, and Y/N awoke to find Azriel still by her side, his eyes red-rimmed but vigilant. "Azriel," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You should rest."

He shook his head, his expression fierce. "Not until I know you're safe."

She smiled softly, her heart swelling with love for the shadowy warrior who had risked everything for her. "I'm safe with you."

Azriel's gaze softened, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And I'll always keep you safe, Y/N. No matter what."

The moment was interrupted by a loud crash as the cabin door was kicked open. Hybern soldiers flooded in, their eyes gleaming with malice.

"Found you," their leader sneered. "Did you really think you could escape us?"

Azriel's shadows flared to life, and he stepped in front of Y/N, his wings spreading protectively. "Over my dead body."

The battle was fierce and relentless. Azriel fought with a ferocity born of desperation and love, his shadows striking with deadly precision. Y/N, despite her injuries, found the strength to rise and join the fight, her determination unwavering.

But the odds were against them. Just as it seemed they would be overwhelmed, a blast of magic erupted from the doorway, sending the Hybern soldiers sprawling. Rhysand and the Inner Circle had arrived, their faces grim with determination.

"Need a hand?" Rhysand called, his magic crackling around him.

"Glad you could make it," Azriel replied, relief flooding his voice.

With the added strength of their allies, the tide quickly turned. The remaining Hybern soldiers were dispatched, and the cabin fell silent once more.

Rhysand approached Azriel and Y/N, his gaze assessing. "You both look like hell."

"Feel like it too," Y/N muttered, her legs threatening to give out.

Feyre rushed to Y/N's side, her healing magic already at work. "Let's get you patched up."

Azriel watched with a mix of gratitude and worry as Y/N was tended to, his own wounds forgotten in his concern for her. Rhysand placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

"You did well, Az," he said quietly. "She's strong, and she'll be alright."

Azriel nodded, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "I know. But I can't lose her."

"You won't," Rhysand promised. "Not if we have anything to say about it."

As the night wore on, the storm outside finally began to abate. Y/N, now fully healed thanks to Feyre's magic, sat beside Azriel, their hands entwined.

"You scared me," Azriel admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "When I saw you fall..."

"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes filled with love and regret. "I didn't mean to worry you."

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just don't do it again."

Y/N laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "I'll do my best."

They sat in comfortable silence, the events of the night a stark reminder of the dangers they faced. But in each other's arms, they found solace and strength, knowing that together, they could face anything.

As dawn broke, casting a golden light over the cabin, Azriel pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's lips. "We'll get through this, Y/N. We'll make it through every storm, every battle. Together."

"Together," she echoed, her heart swelling with love and determination.

And as the new day began, they knew that their bond, forged in the heat of battle and the depths of their love, would guide them through whatever challenges lay ahead. For in each other, they had found not just a partner, but a soulmate, a love that would endure through any storm.

Weeks passed, and their bond grew stronger. They continued to face missions and challenges together, their partnership growing seamless. One evening, as they prepared for another mission, an unexpected argument erupted.

"You need to be more careful out there, Y/N," Azriel said, his voice tinged with frustration. "You can't keep putting yourself in danger like this."

Y/N crossed her arms, glaring at him. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Azriel. I don't need you hovering over me all the time."

Azriel's jaw clenched. "I'm not hovering. I'm protecting you."

"Protecting me?" Y/N's voice rose. "It feels more like you're smothering me. I'm not some fragile flower that needs constant guarding."

"I'm trying to keep you safe!" Azriel shouted, his shadows flaring around him.

"And I don't need you to!" Y/N shouted back, her eyes blazing with anger.

The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. They stood there, breathing heavily, staring at each other. And then, without warning, it happened.

A powerful, unmistakable bond snapped into place between them, a connection so strong it took their breath away. Y/N's eyes widened in shock, and she saw the same realization mirrored in Azriel's gaze.

"Azriel," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The bond..."

"I know," he replied, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I've known for a while."

Tears filled Y/N's eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Azriel stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "I was afraid. Afraid of complicating things, of dragging you into my world of shadows and danger. I thought you deserved better."

"Better than my mate?" Y/N's voice broke, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Azriel, you're everything to me."

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

Y/N buried her face in his chest, her sobs shaking her body. "I love you, Azriel. I love you so much."

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion. "More than anything."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the bond between them solidified, a promise of love and devotion that would never be broken. They had faced so much together, and now, they would face the future as mates, united by a love that had defied all odds.

The next day, as they prepared for their mission, there was a newfound sense of peace and determination between them. They knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their bond unbreakable.

As they flew over Velaris, Azriel's wings carrying them through the sky, Y/N felt a sense of exhilaration and hope. They were stronger together, and nothing could stand in their way.

"Ready for this?" Azriel asked, his eyes sparkling with love and confidence.

"With you by my side, always," Y/N replied, her heart swelling with joy.

And as they soared into the horizon, hand in hand, they knew that their love would guide them through any storm, any battle. For they were mates, destined to be together, their bond a beacon of light in the darkest of times.

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mrsparkjimin18 · 24 days ago

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part 3: uncertain fate

You had chosen love over duty, and for the first time, you and Jimin shared everything—your fears, your hopes, and your desire for a future where neither of you was a pawn in a game of power. Together, you vowed to dismantle the schemes of your father and bring peace and prosperity to both kingdoms. That night, you felt the weight of your decision settle heavily upon your shoulders, but for the first time, you felt at peace, knowing Jimin stood by your side.

In the weeks that followed, Jimin's father grew weaker by the day, his health rapidly deteriorating. The kingdom was in a state of uncertainty, and though the people were unaware of the gravity of the king’s illness, you and Jimin saw the opportunity. His father’s impending death gave you both the time to devise a new plan—one that would not only save you both but rid the Kim Kingdom of the tyranny that had plagued it for so long.

As you, Jimin, and your brother sat together in the secluded palace garden, the weight of your decisions loomed over you, but there was also a flicker of hope. "When my father passes," Jimin said softly, his hand entwined with yours, "I'll become king. And that will be our chance." Your brother listened, a thoughtful look on his face, aware of the gravity of the moment.

You nodded, understanding the enormity of what lay ahead. "We’ll have to make it look real," you replied. "My father will expect me to kill you. He needs to believe the plan succeeded if we want to catch him off guard."

Jimin’s eyes met yours, filled with the quiet resolve you had come to admire. "My most trusted guards and statesmen will know the truth. They’ll help us stage everything. We can even make it look like you were forced into it."

Just then, your brother, who had been listening intently, interjected, “And I will help,” determination shining in his eyes. “I’ve spoken with some trusted statesmen from our kingdom who are disillusioned with our father’s rule. They are ready to join us to bring about the change we need.”

A sense of dread mixed with determination washed over you. "But what if things go wrong? What if my father suspects something?"

Jimin squeezed your hand reassuringly. "We’ll have our defenses in place. If we act decisively, we can turn the tide. We must be bold. The fate of our kingdoms depends on it."

Your brother nodded in agreement, adding, "We have to be careful, but if we execute this right, we can dismantle the old power structure together."

As the days passed, the illness took its final toll, and one cold morning, the King of the Silla breathed his last. Jimin ascended to the throne, and though the grief of losing his father weighed on him, he remained focused on the greater task at hand—dismantling the power structure that had led your father down this dark path.

The days following the coronation were as tense as you, Jimin, and your brother strategized your plan. With the help of Jimin’s loyal guards and statesmen, as well as your brother’s trusted advisors, the three of you meticulously laid out the details—one where it appeared you had done the unthinkable.

During those days, you huddled in secret meetings, your voices hushed but urgent. “We need to ensure everything looks convincing,” your brother said, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Blood must pool as if it were real, and timing is crucial.”

Jimin nodded, determination etched on his face. “I’ll need to fall convincingly. The guards must believe I’m dead before they react. The moment has to look right.”

“I’ll scream,” you insisted, heart racing. “It has to look like I’m horrified by what I’ve done. The palace staff must witness the aftermath.”

After a couple of days of careful preparation, the plan was ready to be executed. The moment arrived, and with the flash of a blade, the pooling of blood, and well-timed screams, the plan unfolded seamlessly in the palace courtyard, with palace workers witnessing the chaos.

Silla was still mourning the loss of their previous king as whispers spread through the streets of the city they once secretly roamed together – the queen murdered the new king.

The news quickly reached your father. Playing up his fury, he demanded your immediate return to Goguryeo so he could ‘deal’ with you. Despite Jimin's apparent ‘death,’ you remained composed as you were escorted back to your homeland, pretending to be the traitor your father had expected you to become while playing a double agent.

Upon arrival, you were swiftly escorted to the palace prison, despite your vocal objections – exactly as your father would have expected you to. The stone walls loomed, rough and cold, the damp air pressing in as though to suffocate any trace of defiance within you. As you sank onto the hard ground, darkness settled thickly, and a nagging unease surfaced, pricking your confidence. For the first time, doubt crept into your thoughts – could you truly follow through with this plan?

Hours slipped by in the silent, pitch-black cell, and the full weight of your decision bore down on you. You had crossed the line – betraying the man who had raised you and molded you, the man who had instilled his twisted values in you from birth. Your father’s words echoed faintly in your memory, casting a shadow of doubt. Was he right all along? Were you just a pawn, only useful when moved by another’s hand? The thought unsettled you, gnawing away at your certainty.

Days passed in silence, with only the low murmurs of guards and the faint echoes of the royal court reaching your ears. The suspense wore on, testing your resilience. But each passing moment spent in that oppressive isolation fueled something deeper within you. Despite your father’s attempts to bury your will beneath layers of fear and control, you saw his true plan now – he’d intended to turn you into a weapon, to frame you for Jimin’s murder, and thereby rid himself of two obstacles in one fell swoop. The thought struck a chord, stirring a fierce resolve within you.

You were no longer anyone’s pawn, and you would prove it. You’d suffered your father’s manipulations for too long. With a growing sense of defiance, you felt yourself stepping into a new role, envisioning the way forward. You would show them all that the Queen held the power on the board – and you would choose the King you were willing to defend, not one dictated by another’s ambition.

On the day set for your execution, the tension in the palace was palpable. The courtyard was filled with spectators and guards lining the perimeter. You were led in chains, your heart pounding in your chest, though not from fear. Your father stood at the head of the dais, watching you with cold, calculating eyes. Even surrounded by his statesmen, confidence radiated from you. No doubts crept into your mind as you were forced to kneel, resolute in your decision. You felt the weight of the moment, but instead of fear, determination coursed through you. This was not the end – it was a new beginning, and you would face whatever came next with unwavering strength.

As the executioner raised his sword, ready to bring it down upon you, a sudden commotion erupted at the gates. The sound of horses’ hooves thundered through the courtyard, and before anyone could react, Jimin appeared at the head of his royal guard—a formidable force that swept into the palace with the precision of an army well-trained for this moment.

Gasps echoed through the crowd as they realized the truth: Jimin was alive.

Your father’s face twisted in shock, his composure faltering for the first time. "This is impossible," he hissed. "You were supposed to be dead!"

Jimin dismounted his horse, his expression grim and determined. He walked toward the dais, his voice carrying across the courtyard. "You plotted the death of my father," he said, his voice steady. "You conspired to murder me and to use your daughter as nothing more than a tool in your lust for power."

Your father’s eyes narrowed, his hands clenched into fists. "I did what needed to be done to secure our kingdoms!"

"No," you said, stepping forward, your voice strong despite the chains around your wrists. "You did it for yourself. You never cared about the people, only about your legacy."

Jimin’s royal guards surrounded the dais, and in a swift, calculated move, they arrested your father. The statesmen who had once stood by his side now stepped back, their loyalty transferred to you, Jimin, and your brother. The truth had been revealed, and there was no longer any place for tyranny in the kingdom. They knew that you and Jimin were working toward a different future—one that would unite both kingdoms in peace, not through betrayal and bloodshed.

As your father was led away, his cries of outrage fading into the distance, Jimin turned to you. His eyes softened, and he reached for you, pulling you close. The chains around your wrists were removed, and for the first time since this long journey had begun, you felt the weight of your father lift from your soul.

"It's over," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

You nodded, relief flooding through you. "It’s over. But what comes next?"

Jimin took a deep breath, determination shining in his eyes. "We rebuild. Together. We’ll create a kingdom where love and loyalty matter more than power."

Years passed, and under your joint rule, Goguryeo and Silla worked together, helping Silla become a flourishing kingdom. What had once been a land divided by ambition and war became a place where prosperity and peace reigned. The people of Goguryeo no longer feared their ruler but looked to your brother, the new king, as a leader who truly cared for their well-being. Together, you and Jimin had built the kingdom both of you had always dreamed of—one where justice, compassion, and fairness governed without the use of tyranny and fear, creating a peaceful and prosperous kingdom.

As the kingdom thrived, so did your family. You and Jimin had children, and from the moment they were born, you made a promise to each other that they would be raised differently than you and your fathers before you. You would teach them to see their people not as tools for power but as individuals whose lives and dreams mattered. You raised them to understand the importance of compassion, to know that true leadership meant serving the people, not ruling over them with fear or greed.

Your children grew up knowing the stories of the past—of the wars, the betrayals, and the harsh lessons learned. But more importantly, they grew up with the vision of a kingdom where kindness and justice prevailed. They walked among the commoners and spoke with farmers, artisans, and merchants, learning from their people rather than looking down upon them. It was your hope, and Jimin’s, that they would continue the legacy of peace and fairness you had worked so hard to establish.

Jimin often took them to the palace gardens beneath the ancient willow tree where your love had first blossomed and shared with them the stories of how you had fought for a different future.

“Do you mean to tell us,” one of your children giggled, eyes wide with disbelief, “that you two fell in love right here under this tree?”

Jimin chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Absolutely! Your mother and I spent countless hours here, dreaming of a world where love conquered all. It wasn’t easy, but we made a promise to each other to fight for it.”

“And what happened next?” another child asked, leaning in with eager anticipation.

“Well,” you interjected with a playful grin, “after some serious struggles, we decided that love was worth the fight. We stood against our fathers and chose a future together.”

“Did you think you could win?” your eldest, the Crown Prince, asked, still skeptical.

“Every day,” Jimin replied, his tone earnest. “Because love isn’t just about feelings; it’s about courage. And it’s that courage that changed our kingdom forever.”

And so, the kingdom remained strong, not through conquest or manipulation, but through the shared belief that the rulers and the ruled were one—united by a vision of peace and compassion. The reign of tyranny had ended with your fathers, and in its place, a new legacy was born—one that would endure for generations to come, led by your children who had learned to rule with their hearts as much as with their heads.

The people would always remember how you and Jimin, against all odds, had forged a path that defied fate and brought harmony to both kingdoms. Like the roots of the ancient willow tree with which your love bloomed, peace spread through the nations united as one, and now, with your children and their children after them, that peace would endure.

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