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Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one - part two

Pairing: Eris x Azriel x reader | WC: 3.5k | warnings: mentions of violence

Summary: heading back to the townhouse to wallow in self pity is thwarted when Azriel follows you. Giving a part of himself to you, can some form of amends be made?

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You had to leave. You couldn’t stay there and look at Azriel and Eris. You felt almost like you were on trial, as if they were sizing you up to determine if you were worth their effort.

Eris - well, he didn’t act out of character from what you had been told about him. Azriel’s silence was the worst part of it all, waiting to hear him say something about wanting you, defending you from Eris’s gaze.

Instead you could hear the pause after Eris said he could convince Azriel to reject you. The callousness with how he regarded you was something you weren’t going to forget for a long time. Your chest was in pain, your heart crying out for the mate who hurt you.

You hurried down the hall, closing your bedroom door behind you, shoving a chair in front of it so Azriel couldn’t get in.

The house was silent, a fact you had appreciated only an hour ago, but now felt consumed by it. Was this how your chest would feel when Azriel rejected the bond - silent, empty, hollow?

You ripped open drawers, pulling out a bag and stuffing it with whatever clothes you thought necessary. If Azriel can pack a bag and go to a secret cabin, surely you can pack a bag and go somewhere yourself.

You had to get out of this house, at least to think, to get it all straight in your head. Maybe you could go to the Townhouse. Hardly anyone used it - you and Azriel would stay in it when Cassian and Nesta were particularly loud and longlasting.

A sharp pain shot through you at the memory - finding Azriel at the dining room table in the dead of night at the House of Wind, his shadows swirling around his ears, deep in thought. How his arms were strong around you, flying the two of you through Velaris. How the city glowed through his wings, the membranous skin so delicate and see through. How you had lingered in your bedroom door, foolishly hoping he might just kiss you.

The memory taints itself, your mouth filling with a bad taste. He had a mate when he had done that. It meant nothing to him.

He was your mate. But you weren’t his.

Tears started clouding your vision, irritating you more than anything. You wiped angrily at your face, clearing your tears just enough to see. It was chaos - you grabbed willy nilly from your underwear drawer, pulling out random pants and tops.

It was instinctual to grab for the stuffed kitty sitting on your bed. It was a birthday gift from Azriel. He was gone on a mission, but somehow the box was on your bed with a note that sat in your drawer.

‘He’ll keep you safe when I can’t’.

Damned stupid thing - didn’t protect you from this heartache. You grabbed it anyway, certain you’d want the comfort of crying into such familiarity.

You closed your bag, grabbing the handle before hustling through the house. You made it to the balcony, winnowing your way to the edge of the townhouse’s wards.

You sprinted to get inside, not wanting anyone to see the foolishness of this night on you. You made it to one of the guest rooms, shutting the door to seal yourself in. You sank to the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees.

It was then you noticed your mistake. The undeniable scent of pine hit your nostrils, making your eyes well up immediately.

He had been here recently, three days ago at most. Three days ago you would have given anything to throw yourself into a bed that smelled like him, to bask in the tangling of your scents as you slept.

This was great.

Your thoughts were a war in your mind, uncertain which direction to take. To stay here, to have his scent cling to you while you cried over him felt both cathartic and overwhelming. You could move to another room, but you’d have to get up off the floor and pick up your bag and that seemed like more effort than you could handle.

You sat on the wooden floor, tears streaming down your face. This was wrong. This was all wrong. You had never heard of anyone having two mates - the Mother loving someone so much she allowed them some choice in the matter.

Maybe they did exist, but the untethered, the unwanted mate got left out of history books.

That would be you. Too late and untethered, lost to history as someone who ‘was there but not important’. Was that what you would become to Azriel? A story for dinner parties?

‘I once had two mates..’

The thought made your stomach churn.

You sat crumpled on the floor for ages, practically melding into the floor board with each staggering breath. The heartache felt endless, neverending emotional damage at the knowledge you obtained tonight.

My mate’s mate.

What a gut churning title you had become.

Your fate was to remain here for as long as it hurt.

Madja wouldn’t need you for a few days, your planned vacation from work a slap in the face at how it all turned out. You couldn’t explain to her why you were back early, and you weren’t certain the old healer would even allow you back. Madja constantly expressed how important it was for healers to rest and take time off.

Hopefully sleep will find you sooner rather than later.

Pools of darkness curled around you, tiny slithers of shadow dancing in the puddles of tears littering the floor. One of them slithered up the air, catching a tear as it fell, cradling it. The shadow held your tear with such tenderness it threatened to consume you whole.

The moment was broken by the harsh knock on the door, a desperate plea of your name from Azriel’s lips sending chills down your spine. His voice was both a cloak of comfort and the source of your anger.

You wanted him gone, you couldn’t look at him now. What did Eris Vanserra possess that made him better than you for Azriel? Because he got to him first?

“Did something happen to your mate and you came to find the spare?”

Azriel made his sigh audible through the door before dark tendrils crept in from the crack beneath the door.

“We have to talk.” His voice was strong and unwavering, something you had to be to get through this conversation before you could let yourself fall apart again.

“What’s there to talk about? The Mother gave me a mate who is already mated to someone who can’t stand me.”

“That’s not true.” The shadows grew, forming a pool that Azriel stepped out of, looking down at you. Your gaze lingered on his shoes, a more formal pair than his leather boots and what he wore around the house.

Gods, you were pathetic for knowing that.

“What part of that is a lie?”

Azriel ran a hand through his hair, blowing out a breath.

“It’s technically true, but-“

“See?”

“Let me finish.” His words were resolute in the darkness, the townhouse still in the silence following his words. “It’s true. I have a mate and he is… an acquired taste. He is quick to judge and even quicker to barb with his words.”

You waited, the glutton inside of you hanging onto his every word, the anguish hungry for more fodder.

“But you… I met you and you consumed so much of my thoughts. I thought it was a crush or merely missing my mate and looking for him in others.

“But it was you. I needed to be near you. I don’t know how this works, this has never happened before. But I want to try.”

That caused you to look up, to finally see the sincerity in his eyes, to let his emotion wash over you. The bond connecting the two of you was a wave, a wall of regret and hope and sincerity so strong it threatens to blow you over.

“Azriel, I have to trust you. You are my mate, I should be able to trust you. But you kept this big secret from everyone. Why should I believe you? What would make me more than just a cover up?”

Azriel huffed, a fight occurring behind his eyes as he mulled something over. He reached a hand into one of his shadows, his arm nearly disappearing in the darkness before coming out holding a leather book with a beaten cover. He extended the book out to you, waiting until you took it from him.

The leather was cold, the spine cracked as you opened it. Every page was filled with Azriel’s near perfect penmanship. Every page dated, detailed down to what he ate in a day.

“No fae has ever seen this.” His voice was soft and unguarded before he added, “not even Eris.”

Curiosity stood at the forefront of your mind, your fingers already flicking through pages as you sat up. It didn’t surprise you that he kept such detailed depictions of his days - you would have been more surprised to know he didn’t keep detailed records. What did surprise you was him sharing this with you.

You briefly wondered if his shadows made notes for him, allowing him to transcribe the details of the day in his own thoughts and perspective. You could see him at his desk, shadows swirling and floating next to his ear, singing a song to him no one else can understand. As you flicked through it, names jumped off the page at you, every member of the Inner Circle mentioned throughout the book at some point or another.

“I have more - I have loads more. This is where it began with us - me and him. It starts somewhere in that journal - about a quarter of the way in. When you finish that one, let me know. I’ll give you the next one.”

Azriel had such a hesitant look on his face - you were certain he wanted to say more. He even stepped forward, reaching a hand out as if to speak. Instead, he merely tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before turning and walking out, shutting the door behind him.

You got the silence you wanted, but now you have a piece of Azriel laying in your hands.

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You had stayed up most of the night reading Azriel’s journal, accompanied by a handful of shadows that had stayed behind after he left. At first they felt like an invasion of your privacy or a lack of trust from Azriel, but they responded to you like they always had: twirling in your hair, brushing soothing strokes up and down your arms, helping you with minor tasks.

It gave you a sense of comfort you didn’t know you needed.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, likely at the end of the first journal. You woke up in a daze, the journal moved off the bed, likely an act of protection from the shadows. Your head was throbbing, eyes so heavy from all your crying yesterday.

You laid still, trying to discern any noise throughout the townhouse, making sure no one else was here before trudging out of the room. Your rumpled clothes didn’t bother you as you made it to Azriel’s room, knocking softly, cursed with the bond to know he was there.

Azriel looked beautiful in the morning light, his hair sticking up in places, disturbed by his sleep, or lack thereof by the bags beneath his eyes.

“Here, I’m ready for the next one.” Azriel grabbed the journal from you, his fingers brushing against yours in the exchange. A shadow swirled beside him, a pit of darkness Azriel plunged the journal back into, returning with a near identical one before placing it in your hands.

“How can you tell the journals apart?”

“My hands are extra sensitive.”

You nodded, accepting his answer, no matter how confused it left you. Had it been a joke you didn’t understand? Would Eris have understood it? Blood roared in your ears at the thought.

It was difficult standing before him, knowing the intimacy between the pages of the journal you just read. How he and Eris all but killed each other in a fit of rage when the bond snapped, a fight that left the two broken and bloodied, nothing resolved before they slunk off to their respective courts.

It was a chance encounter - Azriel had been on the border between Spring and Autumn, moving in a cloud of shadow, trying to parse out any rumblings from the Vanserras when the eldest son caught him in a ball of fire. The bond had snapped into place when Azriel had begun choking on the smoke, Eris’s heart nearly giving out in shock, dropping the flames around Azriel. Azriel had immediately lunged at Eris, mated protectiveness out the window as they wrestled along the forest floor.

Pages and pages were Azriel writing through all of his emotions, deep rooted anger at the Mother’s chosen mate for him. It was months before they saw each other again, the entries between those meetings full of thoughts and new evaluations about Eris.

His diction changed somehow, as if having a mate had so fundamentally changed him it was impossible to not notice Eris’s influence, even though the pair weren’t together. He still detailed his days, but they felt more like letters at a point, or as if he were telling Eris about his day in extreme detail.

The romantic subtext left you queasy.

The second time they saw each other was near the end of the journal, an act of instinct. Azriel felt hot, searing pain, shooting himself into the sky, making it to the Autumn border before he got his wits about him. He had landed in their previous meeting spot, crouching to hide amongst the brush to wait.

It was agony, forced to hide, the closest to his mate he’d been in months.

The sun broke through the trees when Eris finally arrived, surely feeling Azriel’s proximity deep in his bones. The Vanserra had not been kind - he was all teeth, clacking insults at Azriel. The shadowsinger took it, not truly knowing how to respond. He couldn’t stop the intense feeling of relief at seeing Eris, the emotion so overwhelming he flew away after several moments of Eris’s abuse.

The last few pages of the journal were full of question marks, Eris’s name, and attempts at finding some code in the insults the redhead had hurled at him.

The new journal laid in your hands, full of a story you wanted to watch unfold.

“Thank you for sharing this with me.”

Azriel nodded, “thank you for being the first person I trusted to share this with.”

You wanted to ask, wanted to know why Eris hadn’t seen it. The two had been mated for years at least, if their domesticity was anything to go off of. Feyre and Rhys were two of the only mates you knew and you couldn’t fathom them keeping their own journals and musings from each other.

Much less share them with someone else.

Azriel looked down at you, his eyes wanting to desperately share something with you, but it was impossible to know what it was.

You bowed your head before turning on your heel, hoping to find more answers in the book you held.

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It was a few days before you decided to leave the townhouse, Azriel joining you without telling him that you were returning to the House of Wind. The morning you were going to go back, he had merely been standing in the foyer waiting for you.

Nesta and Cassian would be back in a few days and you needed a change of scenery. The townhouse had began feeling too small, Azriel’s scent no longer lingering on your sheets, making your heart ache in a new way.

The flight back had been slightly awkward, the silence filled with the sounds of leather as your mind and body battled, tugging back and forth between leaning into him and pulling as far away as possible.

You hadn’t seen Azriel since the two of you landed a few hours ago, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t around somewhere. You opened the balcony doors, sitting out on the lounge chair, looking into the vast and endless sky of stars above you. You were so small beneath them, your problems somehow miniscule but all consuming.

You had finished another journal, probably journal number five at this point. Not quite ready to exchange it for the next one, fresh air beckoned to you.

The air was cold, but not harsh as it filled your lungs. It helped clear your thoughts, the frigid temperatures helping slow down your overactive mind. You now had some idea of Azriel and Eris’s beginnings - you weren’t anywhere near their acceptance of the bond, but it was clear how every slope of Azriel’s pen had been in thought of Eris. He now rushed through his days, giving as much as detail as before, but now it felt like a necessary evil to get to the subject he truly wished to discuss: Eris. The door to the balcony opened, causing you to go rigid.

“Relax.” Nesta’s hard voice surprised you, expecting it to be Azriel. You turned in your chair, delighted to see the valkyrie.

“What are you doing here?”

“In my house?” She smirked, moving to sit next to you. “We came back from Day a little early. There’s supposed to be a rain shower tomorrow and Cassian didn’t want to fly in it.”

It felt like a lifetime had passed since you saw Nesta last, a little over a week ago. She seemed brighter, a likely side effect of spending any time in Day.

“And how is your mate?”

“Miserable. He got sunburnt.” You laughed at the mental image of a red and crispy Cassian, certain he was making it as much of a problem for everyone else. “Emerie had a good laugh about it.”

It felt good to be in someone else’s presence for the first time in days. You hadn’t realized just how isolating this past week had been, your only companion the shadow that remained tucked in your hair and the journal of your mate’s past.

“How was your week with Azriel?” Nesta’s tone felt accusatory, like she was fishing for something she already knew. If she had any notions about you and Azriel, she didn’t confess them to you.

“Quite lonely, actually. I’ve hardly seen him.”

“A pity.” She leaned back in the seat next to you, stretching out her legs. “Do anything interesting?”

“I’ve mostly been reading.”

Nesta sat back up, her interest focused back on the conversation. “Anything good?”

“It’s mostly history books - I’ve read a good bit about the Autumn Court. It sounds beautiful.” It was the truth - you couldn’t bring yourself to call it a romance, certain Nesta would want to know more about it. She slumpt down once more, her interest lessened as she sat back.

“What do you think of Eris?” The question slipped out, a byproduct of having been alone all week. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

“Vanserra?”

You nodded. “Is there any truth to what they say about him?”

“I’m not sure. He’s smart and slippery. I think Rhysand is slightly afraid of him because of that, but he’d never admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That if Eris so chose, he could certainly concoct a scheme and outsmart Rhysand.” You bit your lip, certain that with their mating, Eris had outsmarted Rhysand.

“What’s he like?”

“The most difficult fae alive.” She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. “He’s a challenge on his best days.”

“Pity the fae mated to him.” Your words come out strong for the first time in this discussion, but some deep part of you knows it’s the biggest lie of the evening. If Azriel’s journals leave you with anything, it’s that Eris Vanserra is a loyal and lethal mate, prepared to burn the world for his mate.

Her brows were merely raised in agreement, silver set on every movement you made. You felt the scrutiny of her gaze, schooling your features to give less of your heartache away.

“Are you certain you’re okay?”

You shrugged half heartedly, trying to find some reason to explain away your melancholic state.

“Endless night skies leave me restless, sometimes. So many possibilities, I’m not sure where I’d end up.”

She stood up, taking in the same view as you, but seeing something completely different.

“Not all possibilities are good ones.” She turned on her heel, heading back inside, leaving you out in the frigid cold, alone and unsure.

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A/N: ahhhh!! Part two!! I’m setting some things up so it might feel like filler but I promise the next part will be juicy 👀👀

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A New Place | part four

Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Summary: The Inner Circles dinner turned out far different than anyone could have anticipated.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, and a little bit of fluff (kind of)

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The past few days felt like you were watching in from the outside. Not leaving your apartment on your days off like you normally would. Usually, you liked to be down in the bar while your friends worked, just to spend time with them.

But after that night, you can’t talk to them. Won’t talk to them. Benny set the whole thing up and didn’t give you any warning, or even ask you in the first place.

Now, back at work, you stay silent, not a single word being uttered to your coworkers.

“Y/n,” Benny’s voice comes out softly, cautious almost. As if talking to a wounded animal that’s about to bolt. Acting as if you didn’t hear her, you continue to shine the glass in your hands. Silently wishing a customer would appear in front of you and order something, so you don’t have to deal with whatever Benny wants.

A huff leaves her when she realises you’re ignoring her. “I need to talk to you.” Voice still soft, placing a hand on your shoulder. You harshly shrug off her touch, placing the glass on the bar top and pushing past her into the kitchen.

Footsteps follow closely behind you. “What, Benny?” You snap.

”I’m sorry, I just wanted to help. I thought if you just talked to them-“

”Stop. Just, stop.” Running a hand through your hair. “If I wanted to talk to them, I would have.” Turning away, taking a deep breath. “It should be on my terms.” A deep breath is released behind you. Footsteps scuffing, shifting on her feet. “y/n-“ her blue form appeared in front of you suddenly. “I am truly sorry. You’re right, It should be on your terms.”

Your gaze moves to the back door, “I need some air.” Eyes meeting hers. Understanding took over her features, a nod of her head, taking a step to the side. “Talk to me when you are ready. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or anyone else.” Waving a hand towards the doorway leading back into the main area of the bar. “But just know we’re here if you need anything.”

With a curt nod, you pull the door open, stepping out of the bar. Fresh air fills your lungs, and a deep sigh leaves you. Eyes flutter closed as the afternoon sun kisses your skin. Brows pulling together, mind unwantedly drifting to the thought of how you and your sisters used to bask in the sun after a long winter transitioned to warmer seasons.

Eyes open with a start as the cool breeze brushes your ankle. Glancing down, you find a smoky tendril swirling around your feet. You frown down at it. Lifting your gaze to find the owner, knowing his shadows don’t typically stray too far from him. But you find no sign of him, no feeling of eyes on you. No glimpse of large wings in the moving fae on the streets. The tendril moves up to your wrists, a gentle tug causing you to stumble forward a step. Seemingly pulling you, guiding you.

Arm moving to shake it off, but fail miserably, the little thing intent on moving you in a certain direction. “Go away.” You mumble. “I’m sure he doesn't want anything to do with me.” Voice hesitant as it tightens around your wrist softly. Tugging you forward once again. With a sigh you decide to let it pull you away.

Footsteps carefully along the uneven stones of the streets of Valaris. It doesn't take you long to realise what direction it was pulling you to. The townhouse. You stop in your tracks, harshly pulling your wrist away from the shadow. “No.” You growl. The dark tendril moving to brush against your face, trying to comfort you.

A sharp breath leaving you. Running a hand down your face. Why is this happening to me? The question crosses your mind, rubbing your eyes almost aggressively, turning on your heel, and planning on making your way back to the tavern.

Only a few steps forward you run head-first into a hard wall. No. Not a wall, a person. Cheeks blazing, pulling your hands from your face. “I’m so sorry-“ meeting a familiar pair of hazel eyes. Gaze widening as you take a hasty step back. Eyes darting to the side, trying to find a way to escape the questioning gaze of the shadowsinger.

More shadows join the one swirling around you brushing your skin. A huff leaves the male in front of you. Meeting his gaze to find him frowning at them. “I’m sorry.” He mutters, his cheeks tinting a soft pink at failing to reign them in.

“It's fine.” You find the words leaving you without your permission. Your cheeks heat up in response. A silence settles over the two of you as you both avert your eyes. The quiet was surprisingly not uncomfortable but felt far too long.

It seems Azriel agrees with your thoughts, clearing his throat softly. You feel his assessing gaze on your face, reading you far too easily. “Are you okay?” He asks finally, almost gently, as if worried he’ll scare you off. As if finding something in the way you're standing. The way you refuse to look at his face.

You feel a cool brush of a shadow on your cheek. Hands quickly wiping your face. Feeling a slight wetness under your eyes. Rubbing your face as fast as you can, probably far too aggressively. When did you start crying? “I’m fine.”

Sidestepping him, trying to leave as swiftly as you can. “Do you want me to walk with you?” His soft voice was barely audible from how far you’d moved away from him. You glance over your shoulder, finding him looking at you tentatively. “Of course, it's your choice, but I thought you might like some company.” His wings twitch at his back. “Sorry if that offer is stupid. I shouldn’t have asked.” He hastily added on, taking a small step back, clearly expecting you to reject him.

It takes you a moment before you answer. “Sure.” Your answer is quiet and unsure. But after the past couple of days, you felt lonely. Azriel had been the only one to check in on you. Giving you a choice. Not expecting anything from you.

He gave you a curt nod before striding up to walk by your side. You turn, hands wringing as you amble along past some shops. A comfortable quiet settles between you as you slowly make your way in a different direction from the bar. Not wanting to be back there for a while. Not ready, despite it being halfway through your shift. Benny shouldn’t mind.

”I’m sorry for the other night. I shouldn't have said what I did.” A deep breath passed his lips. “You deserve to have time to decide what you want, especially after how we made you feel.” We? “No one should have made that choice for you. To show up out of nowhere, with no warning.”

a heavy breath leaves you. “y/n, you don’t deserve any of this.” You find you've made your way to the Sidra. Stopping by the bank. “Az-“ frowning from the weight of his statement. “Azriel, you’re the only one who didn’t forget.” Your eyes meet his hazel ones as you pull a necklace from the collar of your shirt. His eyes widen, almost imperceptibly, but his shadows fluttering around his wings gave him away.

“I could tell it was from you, despite not being told.” The steely blue stone in the pendant glimmered in the late afternoon sun. “The look on your face that night told me enough.” Gaze drifts to the glittering water of the sidra as your mind drifts back to your outburst. Internally wincing at the memory.

The feel of his stare burns through your skin. You tuck the necklace back under your shirt before meeting his gaze once again. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to them.” His voice filled with subtle regret. A quiet humourless laugh escapes you. “They should have remembered on their own.”

”Still, you deserved to have a nice birthday.” The sincerity in his tone tugged at your heart suddenly. “Thank you.”

His mouth opens then closes as if unsure if he should say his next words. “Nyx misses you. He keeps babbling about his aunty.” A quiet humour in his voice. A snort leaves you. “I miss him too.” Your lips pull down, eyes lowering to the ground.

You hate that you miss the rest of them. They don’t deserve your forgiveness. You know that, but they are still your family. Azriel somehow seems to know where your thoughts slipped to. “They don’t expect your forgiveness. They know they don’t deserve it, especially not anytime soon. They made the mistake of thinking you needed all that time. Not realising how that made you feel.” His body turns fully towards you. “They didn’t forget about you. They’re just upset with themselves. I promise I’m not trying to make excuses for them. Or myself.”

You meet his gaze, giving him a small nod as you process his words. The pink tint that blankets the scene around you makes you realise how long you've been talking. “I should get back to the bar.” A nod of his head as you turn back to the street.

He stays by you the entire walk back to the tavern. No words passed between you. The weight of your conversation running through your head.

He stops a couple of steps back from you as you stop outside the bar. Heading towards the stairs to your apartment instead. Your shift is already finished anyway. A few steps up, you turn, “Thank you Azriel.” He dips his head. “I needed that.” You decide to add on before turning away and making your way up the rest of the stairs.

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Azriel watches you close your door behind you, then turns to leave, towards the river house.

The look on your face as you talked lingered in his mind the entire way back. The heartbreak, the tears in your eyes. A subtle sense of pain and sadness pulls in his chest. His shadows swarm his ears, whispering your words in his ears repeatedly. Your voice echoes with each word they utter.

Finally standing in front of the house, his family’s voices drifting through the open windows. Far quieter than they were three months ago. The heaviness of your absence straining each of them. Your sisters are still unsure how to handle it. Guilt weighing on every single one of them.

He hopes you’ll forgive them with time, but he’d understand if you didn’t. Your conversation makes him understand you need company, he’ll be there if you decide it's his company you want. Hope fills him, he’d be grateful if you did want that. He shakes his head, shoving that hope away. He doesn’t deserve it.

Shuffling up the pathway to the front door, softly pushing it open, stepping inside, finding himself feeling lighter than he has in months.

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a/n: I actually hate this. It didn't come out how I wanted. I'll probably end up changing and fixing it later on. There may be some spelling mistakes, let me know if you find any. Its slowly but surely coming together. More confrontation to come, as well as more romance lol. I hope you like it regardless. <3

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[itsanerdlife]

Restless Secrets 16

Pairing: MC!Eggsy Unwin x Steve Rogers Sister!Reader

Warning: Language. Abuse mentioned. Secrets. Drugs mentioned. Violence. Alpha Males. Kidnapping.

*******This is the last part I have for a few days on this. I’m working on an ending. But I have a nasty headache currently so I’m not sure how long till I get around to writing today.*********

The guys spill out of the chapel, setting to work with their plan. He heads for Y/N sitting at the bar still with Nat and Gwen.

“Have a plan now?” Y/N turns. The finger prints on her cheeks and jaw were starting to slowly bruise.

“We do.” He nods.

“Good. Being smart is what’s best in this.” She nods.

“Nobody said it was smart.” He snorts.

“Um. Wait.” She blinks, confusion flickered in her face.

“Your plan is back firing.” Nat leans in whispering at Y/N. She swats at Nat getting her away.

“Livie is at stake, Eggs.” She blinks. “Why are we not being smart?” She asks, her voice sounding nervous.

“Livie will be safe. Don’t worry.” He explains. “Now go change. You’re going with us.” He nods.

“Both of you.” Buck adds joining them.

“Come on. I have some stuff you can wear.” Nat looks at Gwen, the two of them leaving together.

“But I thought.” Y/N shakes her head “Just how?” She babbles.

“You knew was going to happen if he touched you again. He touched you, left marks and threatened you and Livie.” Eggsy’s voice was hard. “What’s coming for him is only what he deserves.”

“You’re either in or you’re out, Y/N.” Buck grumbles. “If you’re going to hesitate, don’t come with.”

“He threatened my baby.” She glares at Buck. “Don’t question me for weakness.” Her tone sharp instantly. Buck nods, turning he wanders a short distance to speak to Clint.

“Mo-ma. Da.” Livie comes running into the room, Roxy a hot step behind her.

“Yes baby?” Y/N scoops her up, placing her in her lap.

“We has izza?” Livie asks, batting green eyes up at them. He and Y/N exchange a look quickly.

“You know what, you can.” Y/N kisses Livie on the cheeks. “Mind ordering it while I change?” Y/N asks before handing Livie over to him.

“Yeah.” He nods, setting Livie on the bar top. “Livie, mom and I are leaving with your uncles. You’ll stay with Rox and uncle Clint, okay?” He nods.

“Tay Dada.” She nods, matter of fact like. Her little pig tails bounce. Y/N freezes, he swallows, as the room comes to a complete stop.

“What did she just call him?” Steve asks loudly.

“We didn’t think that one through.” Y/N mumbles, wincing.

“Did she call him, dad?” Buck asks.

“Why would she call him that?” Steve demands.

“Hell is about to rain down.” Brandon nods, as Y/N quickly pulls Livie off the bar top, securing their daughter in her arms.

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You tuck Livie into your side, nervous about what was going to happen next. Eggsy takes a deep breathe, turning to face the club, your brothers. Brandon stood at his side, you had a gut feeling this was going to be so bad.

“I’m Livie’s father.” He announces, nodding. You wince. Not how you were thinking you’d have gone into it. Talk about ripping the band aid off.

“You knocked up my baby sister?” Steve yells suddenly. Livie flinches, shrinking into you.

“Steve. It’s more complicated than that.” You try to step in.

“This whole time you’ve been lying to us?!” Your brother turns on you. You freeze.

“Let us explain.” Eggsy speaks up.

“You knocked up our sister!” Buck grabs Eggsy by the front of his kutte.

“Buck!” You yell. “Stop that!” This was escalating quickly.

“You left her to be on her own!” Steve swung first. Fist connecting to Eggsy’s mouth.

“You don’t know the story!” Brandon jumps in, the four of them swinging at each other, shoving one another.

“Steve! Bucky! Eggsy! Brandon!” You yell. You were getting no where like this. You turn handing Livie over to Clint. She curls into his chest, as he shields her away from the fight.

“Guys enough!” Peter tries to jump between them. “Talk it out!” He takes a hit to the face.

“Fucking Christ!” You throw your hands up. You crawl up on to a bar stool leaning over the bar. You grab the bar gun. Sitting down on the edge of the bar, hitting the water button aiming at the five fighting. Ice cold water sprays them.

“Fucking cold!” Peter pulls at his wet shirt under his kutte. Buck shivers, and Steve wipes his face. The fight coming to a stop.

“How dare you act this way!” You yell. Spraying the five of them again. “In front of Livie!” Your hand snaps out pointing at your daughter in Clint’s arms.

“Shit.” Eggsy’s eyes widen, a small cut in his lip. Sam throws him a towel. He’s quickly wiping off as he hurries towards Livie.

“Now sit the fuck down.” You growl at them. “And don’t you dare say a word till I’m done telling you what happened.” You demand.

“Y/N.” Steve growls. You spray him again quickly, hitting him in the face.

“I’m not close to being finished. Shut your cake hole, Steven.” You glare at him. Sam hands him a towel as he drops into a seat. Eggsy sits with Livie in his lap.

“You know when she doesn’t get her way it’s worse.” Sam looks at Buck who is the only one left standing. He grumbles before dropping into a seat as well with his towel.

“Look when I told you two, I didn’t need her father. It wasn’t a lie.” You start. “I just didn’t really know who her dad was, exactly.” You admit. “When I came home for Spring Break, the last time before I told you I was pregnant. I met a guy, while out partying. It was supposed to be one night, but than suddenly two weeks passed, and I was slipping out of my hotel room to catch my flight.” You shrug.

“The guy being Eggsy?” Clint lifts a brow.

“I got his name from the bartender. Gary.” You sigh. “I didn’t know much about him. So when I went back to school and found out I was pregnant. Honestly I had no idea how to find him, to tell him.” You run a hand through your hair. “Till the day I showed up here. There he was, and when he put it together that Livie is his, I was scared he would want to take her from me.” You admit with a shrug.

“But you gave your blessing on us being together.” You look at Steve who rolls his eyes. “You said it yourself, Steve. Eggsy is a good guy.” You remind him. “I didn’t plan to tell the club till we knew where this was going. If we’d even work out. But Livie calls him ‘dad’ and there is no going back now.” You shrug.

“You knew since you got here?” Steve growls, glaring at you.

“That’s all you took from that?” You throw your hands up, shaking your head. Your brothers are glaring at Eggsy, who is still comforting Livie.

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Diving adventures in @grandmaof3‘s new town of Joyeaux °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

w/ @that-awkwardnerd & Jeremi

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FINALLY

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[itsanerdlife]

Restless Secrets 8

Pairing: MC!Eggsy Unwin x Steve Rogers Sister!Reader

Warning: Language. Abuse mentioned. Secrets. Drugs mentioned. Violence. Alpha Males. Kidnapping.

Everyone has secrets. Everyone made mistakes. Now you’re rocking the single mom life. But when you’ve got yourself into trouble, you head home to seek the help of your brothers. Bucky and Steve. But your secrets are coming to light when a member of your brothers MC and you have a secret. She’s turning three and the apple of your brothers eyes. Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin, is the fling from college Spring Break, and the father of your daughter Olivia. You and Olivia came home for help, but all hell was going to break loose now.

“Get to know them?” Steve repeats the words slowly.

“I’m not trying to just sleep with your sister. You know me, Steve. I would never do the shit her ex did, that’s not who I am. I actually really like her.” He admits.

“One slip up, Unwin and I’ll bury you in an unmarked grave.” Steve points a finger at his chest.

“When have you seen me fuck up?” He smirks.

“With you, Eggs. They have to be safe. That’s my family.” Steve sighs looking almost defeated.

“I have yours and Buck’s backs. I take care of my mom and Daisy. Don’t question my loyalty, Rogers.” He reminds him.

“Fine.” Steve sighs, nodding. “If she agrees, I’ll accept it.”

“That’s good enough for me.” Eggsy smiles, they shake hands. With that he turns heading back for Y/N.

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“Thanks Peter, I got this.” Eggsy nods, letting Peter know he could leave. Peter nods getting up he walks out without another word.

“Oh god how mad is he?” You sniff, looking up at Eggsy from where you sat on the edge of the bed. “What did you tell him?” You brush at your wet cheeks. He chuckles, coming over to sit next to you. His hand comes up brushing your hair back as he looks at you.

“He’s not mad. I told him you were upset, and the club didn’t need to see you crying.” He nods slowly, his words soft and soothing. “All I did was hug you.” His hand slips down your back slowly. You didn’t want to, but you really enjoyed the comfort you got from his touch.

“Really?” You swallow, confused how your brother just accepted that.

“I told him I have feeling for you and that if you’ll give me the time of day, I want to get to know you and Livie.” He smirks, your eyes widen as you stare at him in shock. “With his permission of course.” He nods.

“What?” You blink. “Why would do that?” You splutter.

“Because,” he reaches up brushing back a loose strand of hair “I want to get to know you and my daughter.” His voice low only for the two of you. “I want you to get to know me, so you can trust me. I won’t take Livie from you. But I want to help you. You’re not a single mom, I want to be apart of this with you.” He gives you a small smile.

What would be so bad about giving him a chance? You were so tired of doing it alone. You just wanted someone who would love you and Livie. Who better to do that, to help you, to be the support you needed than her actual father?

“Why?” You wonder.

“Hate to tell you this, but you’re not easy to get over babe.” He smirks.

And there he is, the cocky, smooth talking, gorgeous and trouble man you’d met in the bar during Spring Break, you started a fling with. Eggsy was a weakness, and you knew he was from the second you saw him across a crowded bar and he flashed that crooked grin at you. You were in a funk for weeks after leaving, you thought it was adventure depression. You always got a little bummed out when you came down from the fun high.

But dating wasn’t fun after that. Eggsy always came back to mind when you thought about what you wanted in someone. He was funny, kind, tattooed, pretty eyes and he made you feel safe, yet wildly out of control all at the same time. Was that something you were still craving? Security and freedom?

“I want to go apply at a few place in town. I missed the deadline for school applications, figured I would get a waitressing gigging to get by.” You shrug. “Go with me and Livie, tomorrow?” You ask.

“Time and place and I’m all yours.” He grins. It’s the same goofy grin Livie got when she was overly excited.

“You better be right.” You warn him. “I want to trust you. Livie needs you, and I think I do too.” You admit softly.

“Promise, babe.” He smiles. “Ask anyone here.” He shrugs.

“Okay, tomorrow, after lunch.” You nod, grabbing your laptop you stand, heading for the stairs.

“See you at breakfast.” He calls. You glance back at him for a moment. You nod and head up the stairs.

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You set the laptop on the couch as you shuffle into the living room of Steve’s little apartment. You really needed to look into getting your own place as well. Your To Do list was long and still growing.

“Hey.” Steve steps in behind you, shutting the door as well.

“Hey.” You smile.

“You okay?” He asks softly.

“I think I might be soon.” You nod, a small smile on your face.

“I know, it’s hard. Talking to your big brother, but I’m glad you can talk to Eggsy. He’s a good guy. Family is a big deal to him. His mom and Daisy are the center of his life.” Steve smiles.

“Daisy?” You look at Steve, did Eggsy have another daughter?

“His little sister. She’s four or going to be four.” Steve nods. “He is a good guy, as much as it pains me to say this, if you’re going to trust anyone, Eggsy is top of the list.” Steve sighs.

“It bothers you, your little sister and a member of your club?” You smirk.

“More like it just hurts me thinking about you dating.” He chuckles softly.

“Really? I’m an adult Steve.” You laugh.

“Yeah, well I still see you like Livie. Running around loud as hell, with two uneven pigtails and my god damn shadow. I was your hero, the only one you needed for so long. I guess I was never ready for you to grow up.” He sighs, shrugging, a small smile on his lips.

“You know, big brother. No matter what, I’m always going to need you and you’ll always be my hero.” You smirk at him. “Besides, now Livie is your shadow. You’re her whole damn world Steve. The girl is all about her uncle, nothing is going to change that.” You nod.

“You think? Even if you contact her dad?” He looks almost let down.

“Dad’s are one thing. But uncles? They’re even better. Steve you’re always going to be her hero. No matter who comes along.” You reach up on your toes, kissing his cheek.

“Think Livie can sleep in my bed tonight?” He stops you before you get the door open to his spare room.

“You know you’ll be up early with her again.” You smirk.

“I know, but I like getting up early with her. We have breakfast together and we spend some time together, without you.” He smiles.

“Take her. I would never take that from you.” You smile, pushing open the door to the room.

“Thanks Y/N.” He grins moving silently into the room.

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@that-awkwardnerd i think it’s funny you already kind of did this with Roman and that was unintentional

art activity: design a character based entirely around making them as much your friend’s type as possible, then gift it to them. half gesture of friendship, half call out.

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Restless Secrets 14

Pairing: MC!Eggsy Unwin x Steve Rogers Sister!Reader

Warning: Language. Abuse mentioned. Secrets. Drugs mentioned. Violence. Alpha Males. Kidnapping.

Everyone has secrets. Everyone made mistakes. Now you’re rocking the single mom life. But when you’ve got yourself into trouble, you head home to seek the help of your brothers. Bucky and Steve. But your secrets are coming to light when a member of your brothers MC and you have a secret. She’s turning three and the apple of your brothers eyes. Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin, is the fling from college Spring Break, and the father of your daughter Olivia. You and Olivia came home for help, but all hell was going to break loose now.

You pull open the doors under the severs station. Your hands hold up three empty straw boxes. You sigh looking at Gwen who shakes her head.

“Why does night shift, never stock anything?” You growls, annoyed.

“They’re zombies. Expect nothing from them.” Gwen laughs, as you throw the empty boxes into the trash.

“Christ.” You throw your hands up. “Guess I’ll stop before we clock out.”

“I’ll vacuum our section.” Gwen snorts. You shake your head, heading for the back stock room.

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Gwen is returning the vacuum, as you try to find the stock of straws. The last thing you needed in your stocking trip.

“Straws.” You throw your hands up. “Where the fuck are the damn straws?” You scuff, looking the shelves over again.

“Check the big boxes in the corner.” Gwen points.

Three big boxes sat one on top of another the other alone. You stalk over, ripping open the lone box. Inside are straw containers. When you pull one free it’s far too heavy to contain just straws. Your head tips, mauling it over. You quickly pull open the top of the cardboard container.

“Holy fuck.” You give a small gasp. “Not straws.” Your voice faint in shock. Inside are small baggies, a white substance inside each one.

“What are they?” Gwen steps towards you, curiosity on her face as you whirl around to look at her. Your eyes catch movement in the small window of the door. Brock was stalking towards the backroom.

“Gwen, go.” You snap at her. “Now.” You look over at the small window again, he’s talking to another server. “I’ll met you outside. Play stupid. Go.” You give her a small shove. She looks confused and nervous but hurries out of the stock room. You look down at the drug filled straw container, instantly cursing yourself. How did you always manage to fucking step into trouble? Being a Rogers was really biting you in the ass.

“What are you doing?” Brock growls, standing in the stock room with you suddenly. Your head snaps up quickly.

“Looking for straws. We’re out at the stations.” You swallow, setting the container on top of the open box. Unsure of what was going to happen. You curse inwardly, you should have sent Gwen with your phone to call Eggsy.

“You didn’t see anything. You don’t say anything, understand?” Brock growls stalking towards you. Your back hits the shelves, in your attempt to keep distance between the two of you.

“You’re smuggling drugs, Brock. I know what I saw.” You retort, lifting your chin. You could take care of yourself. His hand closed around your jaw, squeezing, as he got closer, trapping you.

“Not if you value your life.” He growls. Dark eyes flare with anger at you. “Or your daughter’s. I read your paper work.” Your body stilled for a moment, before you blood boiled instantly. “I know where you live and about your kid. You’ll keep your mouth shut.” He growls, threatening you.

Your knee slams up into his groin. His hand slips from your face, pain burst in your cheeks. When he doubles over, you smash your elbow down into the back of his neck. Dropping him to the ground, without a chance of getting up for you. You hurry over him, heading for the door.

“Get back here!” He croaks loudly. You’re out the door, hurrying to the bar, you grab your bag before rushing for the front door.

“Are you okay?” Gwen jumps up, rushing at you.

“Surprisingly not the worst I’ve dealt with.” You nod. Your fingers touch your tender cheeks.

“What are you, we going to do?” She asks quickly.

“I’m parked over there.” You point. “There is only one thing we can do.” You sigh. You knew this was going to be a shit show. All hell was about to rain down.

“What?” Gwen asks as the two of you hurry towards your car.

“Tell my family.” You wince as you unlock the car. The two of you hurrying inside.

“The club?” Gwen looks nervous.

“They have more power than we do and cops on the take.” You sigh, staring your car.

“We’re going to need new jobs, huh?” Gwen glances over at you as you pull on to the road.

“Probably.” You nod.

“Is it okay, you bringing me to their place?” Gwen asks after a few minutes of silence.

“What the fuck do you think this is? Secret headquarters of Hydra?” You snort.

“How are you so hot and so nerdy?” Gwen smirks at you.

“It’s a gift.” You shrug. “They aren’t like serial killers, Gwen. Mayhem protects this town. What Brock is doing is breaking their laws. Touching the baby sister of the President and the Sargent In Arms, as well as the VP’s old lady, he’s got a death wish. Let alone threatening my child.” You growl, gripping tighter to the steering wheel.

“Christ. Got a thing for men in power of MC’s?” Gwen lifts a brow at you.

“I was raised this way.” You shrug. You wince. “I should mention, I sort of hurt Brock. Before I left.” You nod slowly.

“You’re like MC barbie.” Gwen grins at you.

“Also, my brothers, the club as well, they um, they don’t know Eggsy is the father of my daughter.” You admit, pulling into the clubhouse parking lot.

“Well how about I just stand there and keep quiet?” Gwen suggest.

“That could work.” You nod, turning the car off.

Eggsy, is standing in the garage, working his hands with a red rag. Buck is digging through a tool box and Steve is half under a car.

“Okay. This is going to be so very bad, let’s get this over with.” You nod, opening your car door. Eggsy looks up, pausing, watching. Buck follows, before he kicks Steve’s foot, he rolls out from under the car, looking as well.

“Are they staring at us?” Gwen looks over at you.

“Is my face still red?” You ask, walking around the car.

“Oh yeah.” She nods.

“That would be why they are staring.” You nod.

“Oh so you meant, so very bad, really.” Gwen nods, three men moving towards the two of you, each looking more and more pissed off as they get closer.

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