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A Shadow's Tale - Chapter Eight

Azriel x Pirate Female!Reader

CHAPTER EIGHT

Word Count: + 2,100

a/n: Apologies at the end notes! <3

Warnings: nsfw (under the cute, fade to black, minors DNI); mentions of death and child loss.

“Is it always going to be like this? Loving each other in the shadows?” You drew mindlessly random forms on his naked stomach while your head rested on his chest.

Your naked limbs tangled, the only light in the room was from the moon and the stars outside the window from the apartment in the Spring Court Azriel had rented for the two of you spend the night.

“I’m kinda fond of shadows,” Azriel’s chest rumbled with soft laughter and you chuckled.

He took a deep breath and you looked at him. “I meant it…” he kissed your nose, “I like you Y/N…”

“How much?” You challenged and he smirked.

“A lot.”

“Oh I love me a male of few words.”

“I’m better at showing anyway.” In a swift movement he had you pinned down underneath him.

Shadows curled around your wrists bringing them above your head securing you in place. Trailing kisses down your neck, he stopped briefly to kiss each peaked nipple and continuing his descent to your stomach. When he finally reached where you needed him, he proved just how much he liked you. Three times.

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“Where is Y/N, Tamlin?” Feyre asked as she and her companions entered his manor.

Lucien was walking right behind him as they met before the grand staircase.

“I don’t keep tabs on my guests.” He said gruffly.

“Okay, so what do you know about the troves then?” Feyre crossed her arms defiantly.

“Feyre…” Lucien step next to Tamlin looking at her like she had two heads. “What is this about?”

“Fox boy, I would consider very carefully your alliances at this moment.” Cassian spoke and Lucien looked between them.

“Y/N is not at the manor, Rhysand has the troves… So what is the problem?” Lucien pressed.

“The problem is that she is lying to us… All of us, including you, Tamlin.” Mor spoke and Tamlin lifted an eyebrow at her.

“Why should I believe any of you?” He finally spoke and Feyre took a deep breath.

“Because… Y/N has been lying this whole time… About the troves and about who she really is.” Lucien shook his head at this.

“She’s a human whose father made a weapon out of…” He said carefully recalling what Rhysand had told them.

“She told that to Azriel in confidence… She used his feelings for her to deceive him into believing that pity story… But it’s not the whole truth…” She looked at Cassian and More and they nodded so she would continue. “Amren has been trying to get access to the book Y/N gave us… She hasn’t been able to do anything, it seemed locked with some sort of magic… They came to the conclusion that the key to access anything was Y/N… Or her power…” She paused. “Because she’s not in the Night Court anymore, and this was all but a theory… They tested it with her blood…”

“How…” Lucien started wide eyed.

“Y/N got injured back in Velaris a couple of times during training…” Mor explained. “So they had a sample of her blood to test their theory.” She took a breath. “Human blood cells would’ve been inconclusive because their cells die in the first 24H after drawn…”

“But not magical blood…” Lucien breathed coming to the conclusion himself.

“So what does this all mean? What did they find in the book?” Tamlin asked impatiently.

“Y/N was the one to forge the troves… Not only is she not human, she’s a witch.”

Lucien laughed humourlessly at that. “The troves are ancient… She is 23… How is this possible?”

“That’s what she’s been saying… However, Rhys and Amren finally broke into the book… The signature was not just a random fae signature, it was a witch one… hers. Plus the whole story of how it all truly went down.” Feyre finally told them, “Her father, Captain Hook, he possessed ancient magic, they did make a bargain with the High Fae asking for immortality, and they indeed broke it, but that was a millenia ago. Hook did bind the bones to her, that also wasn’t a lie, but what she didn’t say was that in revenge, she forged the troves with the stolen magic… They are powerful weapons that can fight even the strongest and darkest of magics…”

“So she’s a witch with stolen magic?” Tamlin asked skeptical.

“How do you think she was able to rebuild your whole court in less than a week?” Cassian cocked his eyebrow.

“So what does she want from us?” He asked, a tinkle of fear crossing his eyes.

“That’s the part we don’t understand yet… She keeps insisting her only purpose is to end Hybern…” Feyre stopped talking coming to a realization.

“Hybern.” Morrigan looked at her reaching the same conclusion.

“Shit.” It was all Tamlin said before they all scrambled into his study.

—

“Marry me.” Your eyes widened at the simple yet meaningful words.

“Az…”

“No. Don’t “Az” me.” He held your face between his scarred hands. “You’re already mine. So be mine.”

Your hands sat on top of his. “Baby…”

“You asked me if it was always going to be like this… loving each other in the shadows… I’m telling you now, that I want to love you at every second of everyday.”

You heart swelled with emotion and tears brimmed your eyes. You licked your lips and nestled into his hands nodding slowly.

“Yes?” He whispered putting his forehead against yours.

“Yeah…” you chocked out letting the tears fall and he kissed you passionately.

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As soon as you reached your ship at dawn, you knew something was wrong. You took some deep breaths as you entered your study. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Feyre seating on one of your chairs by herself.

“What is this?” You asked slowly. She inhaled deeply and her eyes widened. You regretted immediately not going for a shower first. You knew your scent was mixed deeply with Azriel’s, and she knew immediately.

“How is he?” She whispered softly.

“He’s your spymaster…” You replied taking a seat across from her and by the taunted look in her eyes you simply answered. “He’s okay… Back to the autumn border.” She only nodded.

“You didn’t tell us the whole truth… Did you?” She sighed and you just stared at her.

“If you’re talking about Azriel…”

“No.” She shook her head. “About Hybern… About how it was the prior king of Hybern who promised your immortality… Who it was you who forged the troves in the first place…” She whispered the last part.

You let out a humorless laugh, “You figured out the book.”

“Is that why you’re so intent on ending Hybern? Because of what they did to your people?”

“You know the best part about old tales Feyre?” You took a deep breath, “With each century that passes you get to rewrite a part of your own story. You decide what to let the next generation to carry over. You get to change it. Forge it. Until it is perfect. Until it tells exactly what you need it to.” You walked over and poured two cups of whiskey offering her one. “After my father made that fool bargain with the king, he was power starved. He wanted more, nothing was ever enough.” You said bitterly. “I had a husband, I was with child.” You heard her soft gasp but you continued. “You wanna know what happens to a pregnant woman when she’s injected with strong and powerful magic?” You paused “Everything inside her dies and then is rebuilt anew. And with brand new scars to remind you all the time about what you lost… I simply could not do it anymore…” A stray tear fell and you took a shuddering breath, “A century…. It took me a century to come back home. He was long gone, my friends as well. Because only my family was guaranteed the gift of immortality thanks to the bargain. During that time I was filled with rage and hatred and grief. The troves were forged with those things in mind. I didn’t realize just how terrible they were until I came back home and tried to use them on my father.” You swallowed hard. “He was injured badly… Hybern found out about the troves then, and they wanted them, to study them… Use them in battle.”

“And did they? Use them?”

“No… I made sure the troves disappeared before they could ever even see them.” You looked at her. “But my father knew about them, and he wanted them for himself, try to gain a seat on the throne… That’s when Hybern killed him. And once my father died, our magic came back.”

“Why did you came here?”

“I want to wipe Hybern out of the map, for good.”

“That’s why you wanted Rhys alliance, wasn’t it?”

“I’m powerful but only so much… Rhysand is the most powerful high lord since the king of Prythian… I knew I had better chances at ending Hybern if I had him by my side.”

“So the Spring Court…”

“I locked the book and the troves using my magic… I knew he’d figure out sooner or later that he needed me so I used my waiting time to help the Spring… I never had an ulterior motive here.” You said truthfully.

“Do they know?” You furrowed your brow. “Your crew?”

You bit your lip shaking your head. “Not all of it.”

“Our version then?” You only nodded in confirmation. “We will help you.” She said after a few moments of silence and you started.

“What?”

“We will ally with you.” She explained.

“But Rhysand…”

“Heard every single word and agrees.” You head twisted fast to the door frame where the High Lord of Night stood and spoke from. “I hope you can forgive me for eavesdropping and… Well, everything really.” He gave you a small smile and you swallowed hard.

“I…” You shook your head. “I’m not sorry I lied…” You looked him in the eye. “I do think I could’ve went at it differently but… I’m not sorry.”

“I don’t expect you to be.” He sighed. “What I did was… Very wrong. And not just about the troves but…” Azriel. You just nodded. “Congratulations by the way…” Your eyes widened, had Azriel told them… “I know Azriel will be a great father, and…” You didn’t hear anything after that.

—

A child. You were with child. Azriel’s child.

You threw up once more in the bucket while Feyre held your hair up. You had gone so pale hurling all the contents from your stomach you weren’t even sure when had been your last meal.

“Rhys… Are you sure of this?” Feyre asked her mate who was rubbing circles on your back but the glittering in her eyes told you enough. She could scent it too.

“At first I thought it was just Azriel’s scent on you but… It’s there… I’m… I’m so sorry… I thought you knew…” He stammered and you waved them off taking a seat against the wall.

“How can this be?” You whispered to yourself. “I’ve taken lovers before… Healers told me it was impossible for me to be with child because of all the transformation my body went through…” You looked at them. “He is… He is not my mate…” You rested your head against the wall closing your eyes. “I can’t do this to him…” You looked at Feyre with tears in your eyes, “He asked me to marry him… I said yes although I didn’t think it was fair to him… But this? I can’t…”

“Y/N… Mating bond or not, Azriel loves you… That much is clear…” Rhysand was silent starring at the floor. “What is it?” Feyre asked.

“I… I had told Azriel that you two couldn’t be together… I put myself between you two and I shouldn’t have… I didn’t know you then and I made a bad judgment call.” He looked at you, “I’m so sorry...”

You didn’t say anything else to him. You stood up on unsteady legs and took a seat on the chair once more.

“I would like to be alone now…” They both nodded and made to leave. “Stay a while longer in the guest rooms, I’d like to talk to everyone later.” They mumbled an answer and left you alone.

Once alone you put your hand on your stomach a little smile on your lips as you let your tears flow freely.

A Millenia you had grieved for the life you lost and now you had a second chance at happiness. The choice was a hard one to make, would you be selfish and take it for yourself or would you have to let it all go?

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I feel bad for leaving this chapter on this note but I think it just makes sense! lol

Now, I apologize for the two month break without notice. I was away on vacation in august and then I got a job at the end of august/begining of September so I was utterly overwhelmed and I haven't sat to write anything since last time! I hope you can forgive me!! <3

On another note, this fanfiction is about to come to an end (I think at least two more chapters and once again I just wanted to say how much I appreciate each and every one of you!!! Thank you for supporting me on this little journey! It has been amazing to share this with you!

I had an idea for a one shot and I can't wait to share that as well with you all! (prompt underneath)

Prompt: After Azriel’s extra chapter in ACOSF, Azriel follows Rhys advice and goes to the pleasure hall where he meets Y/N — who goes by the name of Fawn, wears a fawn mask, very little clothing and a curly dirty blonde wig — Azriel is attracted to her bright emerald green eyes and they end up spending the night together, Azriel finds solace in her and confides his struggles thinking he will never see her again. Until the next morning post winter solstice when everyone gathers at the river house, mostly hangover. Elain says she’s bringing a guest over, a friend she met in the city. Azriel would know those bright emerald green eyes anywhere…

Anyway, enough chatting! I will talk to you all very soon!! <3

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