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Our Girl – Part 8

Azriel x Cassian x fem reader

Summary: Azriel and Cassian fight to rescue you from Beron's lair.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Violence, torture, blood

<<< Part 7

Cassian revelled in the warmth of the guards blood on his hands.

Never before had he considered the sensation a pleasant one - he was always focused on the next kill, defeating the enemies that followed, winning the war. But killing his way through Beron’s guards to find you? It released some sort of primal desire, as if it pleased the Gods.

He was snarling as he plowed his way through, unnatural strength driving his bare fist straight through chests, hearts ripped from their cavities.

He could hear Azriel’s growls amongst the clang of swords meeting, of armour being punctured and thuds of bodies dropping, one by one. Azriel’s urges matched his own, melding together, stronger as one entity instead of two. The males weren’t High Lords, but this was their beast form. They would slaughter their way to you, pile the bodies as high as any beast to get to their mate.

It was unfair really, for Beron to have convinced his guards they stood a chance, even without knowing of the innate itch to kill irked by the bond. After a short fight, Cassian and Azriel - now dripping with sweat and blood - cornered the last of the guards, prowling with lethal rage.

“P-please, it was B-Beron, he ordered us to-"

If the male hadn't died from the blow as his head hit stone, Cassian was sure to choke the last of his breaths with a lethal grip at his neck, holding him up against the wall as the rest of his body slagged with lifeless form.

Bursting through another door, Cassian and Azriel flew down the winding staircase at a godly speed. No longer were your panicked calls concealed under layers of ground and iron – your shrill cries suddenly so loud they pierced your mate’s minds, hands flying to their ears in hopes to shield them.

You were here, they had found you.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, a long corridor of cells beheld them, the bond pulling them towards a cell they could not yet see.

Wait! Your voice rang in their ears, laced with distress that fuelled their wild hearts. Wait! If he knows you are hear, he’ll kill me. Don’t-

Beyond words, Azriel sent a wave of reassurance down the bond, as he concealed himself and Cassian in shadows, sending some sprawling on the ground, racing ahead to find you with lethal stealth.

Silently, they moved further into the dungeon, stopping briefly to observe a weeping women in her own cell, bright auburn hair cast down her back as she wept into her arms. Serafina seemed unharmed for the most part, and Cassian sent a mental image to Rhys, ensuring Hellion his mate was here and alive.

As Cassian and Azriel reached the end of the winding row of cells, they halted at the sight before them. A frightening cold seized their muscles, and hands raised to shield their eyes at the blinding silver light flickering from your cell.

There you were, bound to a slab, sword pierced at your heart.

Veins pulsed against muscles, their fists shaking with adrenaline as they stalked closer for the kill. Beron was speaking, but neither of them could hear past the roar in their ears.

Before they could charge to tear down those iron gates and free you, Beron’s hands were at the hilt of the sword, and then he was pushing, severing the bond yet again.

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You know they were here – from the way your heart swelled and the bond ignited, a frayed rope pulling tight after being left slack for so long. But it was an instinct you could not let on with Beron so close – your only hope was that they heard you warning.

Beron had grown dangerously impatient, not knowing the bond would fight back.

“This is taking too long, Y/N,” he roared, pacing as he ran shaking hands down his face, sweat sliding down his neck. “You will give me what I want!”

“F-fuck you,” you managed to cough out, chest heaving with short breaths as you tried not to deepen your wound with the sword at your chest.

Beron snarled as he stepped towards you. “Give up Y/N. Give in.”

You didn't have a chance to bark a warning to your mates as Beron forced the rapier further into your heart.

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Azriel and Cassian fell to the ground – that slicing, searing pain sending them slack, unable to breath as they grabbed at their chests.

Blood and spit passed through clenched teeth as it took all they had not to make any noise, to join you in the one freedom of screaming in pain. But they had to stay silent, to stay hidden. For you, they would embrace agony.

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It was an odd clarity, to smell your mates in that moment.

They were closer now, only a few paces from your cell. You had to endure this next insertion, to give them a fighting chance. So you clenched your teeth, your cry of pain turning to a furious growl as you called for your heart to resist and fight and survive.

Beron was thrown back at a sudden wave of magic pushed from your chest, the bond forcing the weapon clean from your heart entirely. It almost killed you, that pain, and you heaved against your restraints as Beron’s back smashed into the iron gates of your cell, weapon clanking to the ground.

Beron pulled blood-stained fingers from the back of his head, eyes raising to you in murderous rage. “You bitch! How dare-"

Beron’s words were clipped, his eyes suddenly turning wide. He tried again – to speak, to breath, chocking against an invisible threat. Vision reeling as you danced with death, you had missed the shadow that had seeped past the gates, snaking through Beron’s nose and cutting off his air supply.

Scarred hands snatched through the gates then, one around Beron’s neck, the other around his abdomen, forcing his against the cell door as he choked.

Your cry of relief was a stangled, raspy thing. Cassian - twined in red, pulsing magic - ripped open the door to your cell, the warmth of his hands a sensation you would never forget.

“Cass-" you strained, tears pouring as you cried weakly.

“My girl, my girl,” he cooed as he caressed your head, panicked by the blood spilling from your chest as trembling hands moved to press at your wound.

With Cassian’s large form in front, you only saw the outskirts of a blinding flash of silver that threw him from you, crashing him into the wall with a groan.

Beron stood before you, eyes glowing with other-worldly light, laps of silver death consuming him.

In an instant winnow, Azriel was beside Beron, Truthteller swishing fiercely, aimed directly for his neck.

Another pulse of silver, and Azriel was thrown against the opposite wall.

Beron was panting, fingers twitching and silver coursed at his frame. He had given in entirely, his sanity, his very soul lost to that power. He had become death itself.

As if like called to like, the sword flew from the ground to find home in his hand.

Beron’s growl was a deep, demonic thing. “I suppose I’ll kill all three of you now.”

Azriel still lay on the ground, wings sprawled from his back, and Beron raised that awful sword, knowing exactly where to strike.

It was a honing, almost peaceful moment to know you would do anything to stop from Beron harming your mate’s wings. It was as if the Mother spoke to you directly, welcoming you to her pool of magic, letting you drink generously as she raised the cup to your lips.

You took what you needed, using her strength, your eyes alight with brilliant yellow. Your magic, untrained and undefined, blasted through the entire cell, igniting the room with a brilliant zap.

All three males yelped with pain, metal surfaces now alive as your current zapped and moved between then.

Your magic, powerful and brilliant, caused Beron to jolt still. He turned with an eery slowness - and instead stalked towards you, marking his next kill and leaving Azriel weak on the ground.

Good, this was good. The innate selflessness to ensure Azriel's safety was instinct, and you would die with content knowing you had done all in your power. In these final moments, as death prowled closer, you understood you would die for your mates, just as they would for you.

But there was more hope to be found in that cell than you realised – because your magic thrummed with life, a gift from the Mother herself. And as your surroundings continued to zap and dance with your power – Beron was ignorant to how it weakened him, raising slow, shaky arms to land the sword at your neck.

Azriel and Cassian were on Beron before he could have hoped to make the blow. There was a flurry of red and blue, fists flying and a series of growls, the world slipping further away as your vision blurred from blood loss.

You weren't sure if you had dreamt it, but you could have sworn the entire bracket of iron bars was ripped from the hinges of your cell, revealing Rhys and Feyre.

Flashes of star-speckled black, and then warm hands were pushing at your chest.

“Rhys!” Feyre called, her hand pressing harder, pushing a silent yelp from you. “Rhys, my magic isn't strong enough to stop the bleeding!”

Your head was lolling, your mind screaming at you to hold on just a little bit longer. And then there were two sets of hands, violet and grey eyes panicked as they poured healing magic into you, flooding you with warmth.

From the other side of your cell, Beron was weakening in his fight, his magic at odds with Azriel and Cassian’s. In a swift manoeuvre, Azriel grappled the male, forcing his hands behind his back. Cassian was in front of him then, shoving him to his knees, readying to snap his neck with his bare hands.

Both of them panted, bearing the pain of your magic that flooded the room, delighting in what every instinct begged for them to do.

“Wait!”

The males froze, turning to you.

“Wait, don’t kill him,” you rasped.

They stopped.

“My love?” Azriel all but growled.

“He killed Lucien,” your words were just above a whisper, and you felt Feyre’s hands drop from you. “He killed Lucien, as has kept the Lady of Autumn prisoner. They-they deserve a trial. They deserve to see him pay for all of his crimes.”

“What did you say?” Feyre’s voice was small, her arms slackened at her sides. You could offer no comfort in your state, blinking with a furious attempt to stay awake.

Azriel and Cassian exchanged a look, before nodding to you. Cassian drew his fist back, before landing a blow to Beron’s face, with only enough strength to render him unconscious.

Shackles were ripped from you, and then hands - their hands - were everywhere, their lips too. Holding you, kissing you, rocking you as you wept at their touch. You were beyond grief and sadness in that moment – cries of relief went muffled as Azriel and Cassian held you up as you clung at them and just sobbed. The bond pulsed at the proximity, and you used the little strength you had to hold them both tighter, imprinting their scents to memory. You relished in the safety of their embrace as they cried with you, kissing you, checking you for more injuries as you healed slowly, swearing they would never let you go and that they were so, so sorry.

The moments that followed were a blur.

Illyrian soldiers flooded the dungeons, dragging Beron’s body with careful handling of the sword. Feyre’s cries were a sorrow sound, Rhys’s arms around her as she wept at the loss of her friend. You hated to have bared the news of Lucien's sacrifice, and to have to inflict the same pain on Tamlin.

Oh gods, Tamlin.

“T-Tam-?” you gasped between sobs.

Rhysand’s eyes were heavy, but fond as he smiled brokenly. “He was still fighting alongside the Illyrians when we entered. But he is safe.”

Your heart swelled at the bravery of your friend, and you wouldn't let yourself think about the damn battle that had erupted above your head.

Your hands shook then, knees buckling as the weight of the events caught up with you. A scarred hand rubbed at your back.

“You’re safe, my love, rest now.”

“Serafina–"

“Is with Helion. Everyone is safe my girl. You can let go now,” Cassian added, cupping your face.

It was the sweetest of lullabies you had ever heard, and now finally at peace, you gave into the exhaustion, falling into a safe slumber in the arms of your mates.

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You were not alone when you woke.

Acutely aware of the soft snores of Cassian and Azriel, their deep breathing a song of its own as you came to in what felt like days.

Cassian’s head was in your lap, face down as locks of chestnut hair mopped outwards, your hand held limply in his.

Azriel slept upright, slumped against the postings of your bed, scarred hand upturned where your other hand lay in his, shadows gently caressing your side.

A snort of laughter escaped you.

It was a raspy, broken sound with no voice beneath it, but the movements of your chuckle rocked the bed gently as you indulged in the comical sight of your mates that had fallen asleep in such a way.

You wondered if their necks hurt as much as you hurt all over.

Cassian's hand tightened around yours on instinct as he stirred.

A scarred hand touched your jaw, gently coaching your eyes to find Azriel beaming down at you with a soft smile, dark lashes still blinking from sleep. “You’re awake.”

Cassian squeezed your hand, his head turned to face you from where he still lay in your lap. “Hello, love.”

Your lip quivered, and then you laughed again, overcome with an intense amount of gratitude, hopefulness and glee. With a hoarse voice you were able to speak through your tear stained smile.

“My mates.”

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AN: Oh my gosshhhhh thank you for reading Part 8 of Our Girl!!! I so so hope you enjoyed it!! And can I tell you - to have these 3 properly reunited has genuinely warmed my heart while writing. I think I got really bogged down in the angst - which I love - but I'm warmed by building to this happy ending. There will be one more part of Our Girl – it will explore the events following the reader's rescue, and also another time-jump, maybe a certain special event?? The reader's mission work is definitely not forgotten either - it will play a vital role in how the story ends. I always want to hear your thoughts and feelings - I actually can't believe we're close to the end 6 months later! Damn I really dragged this one out... sorry friends. Comment if you want to join my general tag list, and please take care. MWA!!

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bloodycassian · 3 years ago

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Cauldron Damned.

Reader x Cassian + Feyre BFF

Prompt - bestie bestie bestie a cassian x reader fic where reader helps feyre with the cauldron - not rhys and she ya know like rhys did and cassian basically breaks down and it’s super angsty but rhys lives so the reader gets to aswell ig tag @ bellefleurs and @ eerievixen

Her hair was a mess and painted to her neck with sweat but you still held her. Still gave and gave, until you were out of breath. Until you could feel yourself slipping. "Keep going.... You're doing so good." You panted out, trying to put a smile in your tone. She was the Mother herself, forging that cursed Cauldron back together. Rhys was breathing heavily behind you after being knocked out by Lucien. You had given the Autumn court son a look and he had known what you needed him to do. Rhys would be snarling mad when he woke, but you knew what you had to do. To save your home, to save the entire world. Feyre was ready to risk it all, fearless and full of hope. You had to save that hope for your Court. Better you than her, better the high lady and lord survive than just an officer. You smiled at the thought of what you'd told Cassian before this final battle. Before you knew it would turn into saving the entire world from the Cauldron's vengeance. "You better make damn sure my memorial statue looks fantastic. No priestess, though. Make sure it makes my wings stand out." You joked on the flight to the base camp. Cassian danced around death like he was it's balancing point. Like he was in tune with each and every death or life dealt. He laughed at your abruptness on the subject. After months of skittering around each other, of trying not to stare too long or acknowledge that pull you felt towards him... It was nice to finally be alone. To let that tension ease out with a few jokes. It was too easy to be with him, like you'd known him much longer in the year of preparation for this battle. "And you better make sure my wings are bigger than yours on that sculpture." He banked around a large cliffside and you followed, like a magnet. Like you could read his mind, you turned when he did. He rose with you, compensating for the cool mountain wind. You rolled your eyes dramatically, flapping a bit higher than him for emphasis as you drawled out "Poor War General, his wing size matters so much to him." He shrugged, circling lower and lower with you until you were on the ground together amid a clearing. The grass was soft, covered in early morning dew. "Some say wing size dosen't matter, you know." You said with a wink, making him double over with laughter. It made you begin laughing too when he started running out of breath. Once you had both collected yourselves, You began building a fire together. Rather, a massive bonfire that was to act as the signal to the army for where to move. His face was grim when he threw the last of the logs together. You understood why. "The Kings army will be here before us." You said, voice low. He only nodded. You kneeled in the wet grass, one knee down the other one supporting your wrist bracer. He followed you silently. You spoke in unison, the ancient words from all the Illyrian warriors before you: "Name me God of Death today. Let us bring that name to those who do us wrong." + Feyre muttered something you couldn't hear. The darkness crept further in on you. You could see some light between your blurred vision. You could see how her hands lit up the cracks in the ancient stonework. You could feel her practically vibrating with the strain. Your tears dribbled on to her shoulder, knowing these would be your final moments with her. Your final moments in this world. There was no better way you'd spend it than saving her. Spending those last few minutes being able to tell her how amazing she was. You felt her smile when you leaned your head against hers. Your heart ached. You whispered what you hoped were encouraging words in her ear. A rupture of sound- a crack fully mended -and your chest filled with blooming pride at your friend. There was something crackling, ripping. You weren't sure if it was inside you or if it was the magic Feyre was performing. There was a gasp behind you and rustling, but you dared not take your concentration away from her. Away from how she leaned back into you. Dared not speak a word to distract her other than giving her those little jabs of confidence when she started to shake. "You got it, Feyre. You can do this." You managed, before that caving feeling in your chest seemed to give in. You were breaking, you knew that much. But she wasn't done yet. Your breath leaked out from you, like you were being squeezed. "Make it all worth it, Feyre." You managed to whisper out before you could no longer hold yourself up anymore. You laid back, your legs wrapped around her, mirroring her own. You hooked a foot on top of hers and gave her what you could from where you crumpled. Death was easy, slow. Like a soft lullaby taking you away. You knew what lay before your body, and only hoped you were enough to get Feyre to where she could mend the rest on her own. You gave her all of your soul, all your being. She had to make it. You let the wave of that soft lullaby take you under. + Cassian didnt think before shoving his way through the crowd into the tent. Didnt consider what he might find there, and how his heart may be ripped from him at the sight of it. The death that crept at that tent was a feeling he wouldnt forget in a thousand lifetimes. His best friends lying unconscious on the floor before the cauldron. He went numb, still like a cold glacier. Lucien frantically shook Rhys, attempting to wake him. Cassian's head roared and he was falling to his knees at your side. He took your head in his lap, gently. As if he could still hurt you. He didn't notice he was crying until he saw the fat teardrops on your cheek. He wiped them away, leaving dirt smeared there. Another yell of anguish, and Rhys was coming to. From the sound of the yelling or from Lucien shaking him. Azriel entered the tent then, solemn. Then his eyes widened. Those shadows darted around the room, taking each member of the court into account. The shadowmaster rushed to Feyre, checking her pulse and sighing. He noted the way your leg tangled around hers. His heart gave a painful squeeze. He saw both his brothers in agony. And he swore on his life there would be no place for the cauldron to be found again. Cassian cradled his mate's head in his lap, rocking gently. Rhys' dark power cracked the sky outside the tent once he was conscious. Rhys rushed to Feyre, scooping her in his arms. He brushed her hair back from her face. Azriel could practically hear the mental screaming coming from both of them. The shadowmaster laid a hand on top of yours, closing his eyes and letting his tendrils of power, of those whispering shadows reach out. They circled your head, slowly like a snake. He felt that song then, singing back with his own. The essence of your soul, dancing around your aura. His eyes flashed open in surprise, then a manic laugh rumbled from his chest. "Rhys-" He breathed, pulling his attention away from a waking Feyre. Cassian looked up in a flash at his brothers, watching them exchange looks. "Bring my mate back now." Cassian growled at Rhys. The tone was utterly deadly. Promises of death from the Lord of Bloodshed if his command was not answered. Azriel's eyes darted between his brothers. As if he was expecting Cassian to attack. The high lord would have been gaping at him if he hadn't experienced the same pain of almost losing a mate. He nodded, pulling himself together long enough to enter your vacant mind. Then the cauldron was humming, as he dipped a mental hand into it as well. + Rhys' commanding voice rang out over your land of lavender and sunshine. "She will miss you." His voice was soft, but the attention it drew was still there. The meadow you laid in was softer than any silk in Velaris. More luxurious than any chair made to accompany your wings. You sighed, taking in the sweet scent before he spoke again. "Too much, I believe. Especially when she hears about what you did to save her." He appeared at the edge of the soft meadow, the grass around him waving like the sea. You sat up, dazzled at the sight of him here. In such a bright, lovely place. His tanned face seemed to glow with the smile he held for you. "I'm tired." You said, voice groggy. You wanted to lay back down. You closed your eyes, for just a second and when you opened again he was in front of you, crouched. He held a tattooed hand out, giving you a nod. "Just come with me and you can nap all you want." His eyes sparkled. Not with that starlit power, but with tears ready to spill over. You took that hand and closed your eyes. + Feyre's warm hand in yours was the first thing you felt when you woke. Rhys held her in the corner atop a pelt rug beside you. The brothers leaned against each other. Rhys played with Feyre's hair as she rested. The sight of them together, him protecting her so well made your heart sing in approval. you knew she always deserved someone as good as Rhys. The fire where the Cauldron once was made the tent cozy. There were no sounds other than the soft breathing and the occasional pop of wood on the fire. Azriel sat at the door, sword on his lap. Ready to kill if anyone dared enter. Then, you looked to the softness that cradled you. Cassian's face was covered in dirt, blood and more. He looked exhausted. Like he had been beaten, lost and beaten again. You tried a weak smile at him. Clean rivers ran down from his eyes, revealing the dark skin underneath. "I couldn't let you get a statue without me." He said, voice trembling. You smiled the best you could and reached a hand to stroke his cheek. "How-" You began, but he shushed you. "Just..rest for now. We can talk in the morning." He brushed a thumb over a silent tear that trickled from your eye. You nodded, and let him pull the blanket more firmly around you. Lulling you to sleep with soft humming.

#cassian x reader #cassian #acotar #the cauldron #acotar fic #bellefleurs #eerievixen

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

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Azriel x Reader | Soft Hands

type: fluff, drabble warning(s): none, maybe mentions of scars word count: 533 request: @elsie-bells The reader always has hand cream on her and loves to do her nails, so it's not uncommon for her to randomly grab Az's hands and softly massage cream into them, or file his nails. and he just melts!

A sheepish smile spreads over Azriel’s face, his gaze trained on you, on how your hands hold his bigger one. Your hands are already moisturised and now you are massaging the aloe vera scented cream into his hands.

Azriel’s marred skin feels rough on yours, just like his calluses and it tells you that it was high time for you to finally take care of his hands again. Azriel would never openly ask you for it, or even admit it that he would want it now, so you always have to take matters into your own hands — quite literally. Oh, but does Azriel love these moments. He almost moans, letting you work your magic. You take care of each on of his fingers, softly massaging his marred skin. There is music playing in the background, some classical music recorded from an orchestra from the Rainbow. You put up some candles and dimmed the light in the room before you put on a face mask. Azriel didn’t want to wear one, he just wanted you to take care of his hands.

“We are also doing your nails later on,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips. Azriel raises a brow, slight amusement etched into his features. “We are?”

“Yes!” you express happily, and move on to his other hand after having scooped up some more cream. Azriel has his biggest scar on his left hand, it stretches across the whole back of his hand, up to his wrist. Through the dry winter air, the edges lift a little and from how often Azriel is rubbing his hand, and scratching it you know it burdens him. You put an extra amount of cream there, your thumbs carefully and ever so slightly working it in. “I remember when you told me about how you got the scars.” “It was at the House of Wind.” You smile at the memory — it is a sad smile though. “Yes, it was. We had been dating for two weeks I think and I was so proud of you for opening up, but at the same time I felt so violent about them having done this to you.”

Azriel smiles a little and closes his eyes. “My wonderful mate.”

“I still feel violent.” You bring his left hand to your mouth and kiss his knuckles. “But let’s not talk about that now, I just want good feelings tonight.” Azriel agrees and then also agrees to letting you file his nails. You do it gently and carefully, tending to each of his finger nails. Azriel smiles constantly, watching your concentrated and focused expression and falls even more in love with you in this very moment. You accept him the way he is, accept his body the way it is. You never cared about his scars, you were curious, of course, he cannot blame you for that, but it was never uncomfortable. You love him the way he is, and he loves you the way you are. And now, he loves you — if that is even possible— just a bit more, silently regarding you while you do your work, his eyes glowing with admiration and his chest warming with love.

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#azriel x reader #azriel #azriel acotar #acotar x reader #acotar #acosf

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kale-theteaqueen · 4 months ago

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Bumpy Takeoffs and Happy Landings

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Flying out at 7 am for a last minute work trip was already bad.

Flying out of Dulles was worse.

But to top it all off, Nesta's morning is entirely upended when the world's most obnoxious (read: gorgeous) pilot spills boiling hot coffee all over in what had to be the worst luck of all time.

Nesta was determined to forget it ever happened, to get through her week and back to her apartment where she could continue to hide away forever. But fate has other plans.

A meet-cute/hate featuring Pilot!Cassian and Diplomat!Nesta for @cassianappreciationweek 2024 Day 1: Flying

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slutsofren · 3 years ago

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after that last ask...14 plz 🙏🏽

eerievixen!! [blows you a kiss]

ok ok ok so entirely different scene altogether and i should preface by saying that it may change between now and when this scene happens buuuuut---

There's nothing you could do. Not even a pathetic scream rises from your throat. All you can do is watch and sob as Cassian falls limp on the dirty cobblestone beneath him, torso and wings blown to shreds.

This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. You specifically begged him to stay silent no matter what, to keep him wrapped in the shadows with Azriel and you failed, you failed him.

send me a happy fic ask!

#inbox 💌#eerievixen #ask game #as you can see i like pain :^))))

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sarcasmsweetie · 2 years ago

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A Better Life, Epilogue

Dearly beloveds, we’ve made it to the end of the line. Though this of course does not mean I’m done with Y/n Archeron and Azriel. I have a few small slice of life scenes in my head I plan on sharing as some bonus content, but this is truly the end of the story! I always knew what the very, very end of the story would be, but I was a bit lost as to how we were going to get these goobers there. I think I’m truly happy with the road this part has chosen, and I hope you enjoy as well! Thank you all so much for joining me on this journey, and I can’t wait to see you all in future adventures!

Pairing: Azriel x Oldest Archeron Sister

Word Count: 2.3k

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Five Years Later

I was pulling baking sheets out of the countless ovens found in Helion’s kitchen when little Nyx came running in giggling. “Auntie, Auntie, help me hide!” He came running around the counter, and I quickly closed the oven doors to make sure he didn’t accidentally burn himself.

“You have to be careful in here, Nyx! What did we talk about with being careful around the hot ovens?” I watched as he hid behind the skirts of my dress, still giggling and ignoring what I was saying. I didn’t have to wait long to see who I’m hiding him from when a mass of shadows entered the kitchen, causing Nyx to squeal. I bit back my smile to look down at Nyx with wide and surprised eyes. “Oh no! Are the big shadows chasing you?” I made a show of fluffing my skirts to hide him better and turned to look at the playful shadows in question. I straightened my shoulders and spoke in my most authoritative voice. “Be gone, foul shadows! I will not allow you to touch a hair on the fair prince’s head!”

Nyx continued to giggle, and I carried on with the show as I brandished a spatula as a sword, fully prepared to play-fight with the shadows to ‘protect’ Nyx. The shadows ‘lunged’ at me, and I put the occasional training received from Cassian to good use as I pretended to fight them off. After a moment, they dramatically fell to the floor and I let out a victorious cheer. Nyx came out of hiding, cheering along, before poking at the shadows to let them know they can get back up. I watched them happily climb up his little legs and arms, tickling him as they moved. His giggles came back in full force, and I smiled as I picked him up. The shadows stopped with the tickling, but continued to dance around us. Both Nyx and I looked up to see a smiling Az leaning against the doorframe into the kitchen.

“Utilizing allies to help face your foes, I see?” I gave him an exasperated look, which only caused his smile to widen.

“You Illyrians. Can we not teach the toddler battle tactics just yet? This very much sounds like something that can wait until his age hits double digits.” Azriel had walked into the kitchen as I spoke, leaning against the counter as he kept that insufferable smile in place.

“He’s the heir to the Night Court – it is never too early for any sort of lesson. Isn’t that right, little one?” Nyx was nodding, but I noticed his eyes were locked on the various treats I had been working on throughout the day. Az followed his line of sight, and I used the spatula to slap his hand away as he reached for a pastry. He hissed, pulling his hand back with a fake glare in place.

“This food is not to be touched by anyone until later tonight. Am I clear, gentlemen?” Nyx looked like he was about to disagree when Feyre appeared in the doorway.

“There you are, Nyx. I told you to stay away from the kitchen while Auntie Y/N worked.” His wings lowered slightly, almost like a dog’s ears when getting scolded. I placed a kiss to the top of his head before setting him back down on the ground.

“Go on with your mama. I promise you that you can eat as much as you possibly can later tonight at Auntie Elain’s party, okay?” His eyes brightened at the promise and he dashed off to his mom.

“Are you doing okay, Y/N? Is there anything I can do to help?” I smiled at my sister.

“Just keep that little one distracted enough before tonight. And maybe out of the kitchen?” Feyre nodded, tugging Nyx along with her. I turned back to the other remaining person in the room to see that he was already looking at me.

“And what about ‘foul shadows?’ Do they need to be kept out of the kitchens as well?” I nodded, face looking solemn.

“Oh, absolutely. I fear the foul shadows and their cruel master are the biggest distractions yet.” He moved from his side of the counter over to mine, bumping my shoulder.

“Well I suppose this ‘cruel master’ will be leaving without handing off a small little token he procured for the fair maiden.” I immediately perked up and he laughed. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched the carefree smile spread across his face, something I’ve been seeing more of these past few years.

After my 30th birthday party, we continued with sending letters, but he started to visit me in the Winter Court. The first visit was brief – he was on his way to Spring to check in with Tamlin, but took an hour or so to stop by and say hello. After that, it was almost a monthly visit, coming by for a meal or some event. If he was ever working in any of the surrounding courts, he would visit then as well.

I would of course visit the Night Court a bit more frequently, watching little Nyx grow, and Az and I would take on babysitting duties from time to time when I was in the city. It felt nice, getting to know one another and grow as friends. Ever since he had given me the bracelet with his shadow, he’s been staying true to his words of waiting until I was ready. He never once pushed for anything I wasn’t comfortable with, unless you counted trying some of the ‘delicacies’ from Summer. We quickly learned on a Summer Solstice that exotic seafood is not exactly a favorite of mine, and he found immense joy in trying to get me to eat things that looked as if they should not be eaten.

I had been more than perfectly content with how our relationship had progressed, though I recently began wondering if I was ready to try and move onto something else with the Spy Master. More specifically, I began wondering if I was ready after Lucien and Elain asked if I could cater their small mating and wedding celebration here at Day, where they have taken up a permanent residence. Seeing my best friend so incredibly happy with his mate got me questioning if I was ready to reach out to Azriel for something more, though I found myself scared at the possibility of being rejected yet again.

I was pulled out of my thoughts with Azriel gently pushing some stray hair behind my ear, eyes soft and an even softer smile in place. “There you are. Thought I lost you for a second there.”

I offered my own small smile. “I’m here, I promise. And I will only allow the cruel master to remain if the token is up to par.” He chuckled, moving his hand away from me to reach into his pocket.

“I do hope this not only meets, but exceeds, any expectations you may have, fair maiden.” He handed me a small box, and I looked up to him in curiosity. It was a flat wooden box, not longer than the length of my index finger.

Opening the lid, I felt the air leave my lungs. Nestled within a velvet pillow was a silver key. I looked up at him, and although he looked calm to anyone else, I could see the nerves swirling in his eyes. “Az, what is this?”

His hands gently cradled mine as he stepped closer to me. “This is a key to a door.” I narrowed my eyes at the explanation, and he chuckled. “The door will one day belong to a home on a plot of land I’ve purchased in the mountains of the Night Court. A home that I’m hoping you would be inclined in helping me design. A home that I’m hoping you would be inclined to move into.” I stared at him, thoughts running faster than I could catch up with. “I know you never considered Velaris to be your home, and I know you’ve built a life in Winter. But I’m hoping we could maybe work towards a compromise, whenever you’re ready, and live in our own little winter wonderland in Night. It doesn’t have to be now. It doesn’t even have to be a year from now. But I want you to understand that I am ready and willing to do anything, be anywhere, to make a future with you work.”

I stared up at him, and I know he was waiting for a response, for me to say something. But my mind was still reeling and it’s as if I had forgotten every word in existence. So I chose to respond in the only way my brain could come up with: I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him. It was a brief, fleeting kiss, as it was pretty clear neither of expected that response. But as soon as I pulled away and met his eyes, he gave me a smile brighter than any I’ve seen on that damn face of his before leaning in to kiss me properly.

He pulled the box from my hand, setting it on the counter, before those gloriously warm hands reached up to cup my face. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft, as they pressed against mine. I moved my hands behind his neck, accidentally brushing his wing in the process. I felt the growl rumble through his chest as his hands moved to grab my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him. I played with the ends of his hair, tugging it slightly as the kiss deepened. He pushed me backwards until I hit the counter before lifting me up to sit on a clear spot, all without breaking the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling like I was climbing a goddamn tree with the way I was wrapping myself around him, bringing him closer to me, but I found that I couldn’t quite care at the moment.

One of his hands had moved from my waist to my neck, suddenly grabbing my hair and pulling me back. Both panting, I couldn’t look away from his hooded gaze as he looked me over. “Is this really what you want?”

I grabbed a hold of his collar, bringing him back to me. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to.” His answering grin was downright sinful, but before he could lean in the rest of the way, we noticed his shadows frantically move around us as if trying to hide us. Helion’s booming voice came from the kitchen’s entrance, and I looked up to Az with wide eyes.

“You know I am all about free loving, but usually I’d like to be invited when it’s in my own house.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I dropped my head against Azriel’s shoulder with a sigh.

“We were just… testing out some recipes, Helion.” The High Lord laughed.

“Sure, just make sure these ‘recipes’ don’t get in the way of my son’s big night, yes?”

“Nothing can keep me from getting everything ready for tonight, don’t you worry.” Helion hummed as if he didn’t quite believe it, but Azriel and I both heard him walk out and down the hall.

The shadows remained around us, and I took this newly quiet moment to look him over, fingers still lightly toying with the ends of his hair.

“Now that my brain is no longer spinning and I can think straight, how does this sound to you: we design this perfect home in the mountains of Night, of course with a stable because you best believe Fenrir is a part of this package.” Az chuckled, but his eyes were bright as he hung onto my every word. “As the house is being built, I can work on settling things in Winter so that everything is in order there for when I leave. At the same time, you can think long and hard about your own favorite recipes, because I would very much like to prepare your favorite dish for the first night in our new home.”

I wiped the tears from his cheeks as I watched them fall, smiling and feeling lighter than I ever have. “You would cook for me?” His voice was gruff, and I felt the tears begin to build behind my own eyes.

“If you’ll have me, I will cook for you for the rest of our days.” His smile shone brighter than the sun in Day as he lifted me from the counter and began to spin around the kitchen. I gasped first at the sudden movement before joining him in laughter. His shadows danced around us, celebrating as well, before he gently set me back on the floor. He gently held my face as he placed a kiss on my forehead, remaining there for a moment and I felt his smile form again.

“My mate. My fierce, beautiful, perfect mate.” He pulled back and his smile began to turn devilish. “The fox doesn’t really need us here tonight, right? All of the food looks nearly complete, and I can think of much better ways to utilize our time.”

I smacked his arm, but couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “I will not abandon my sister, nor my dearest friend, during the biggest celebration of their lives.” I bit my lip as his smile fell into a pout that has no right being so cute on his face. “But if, after some mingling, I find myself so terribly exhausted from my day of cooking, I wouldn’t say no to my big, strong Illyrian mate escorting me to my rooms.” His eyes darkened, practically promising that I bit off more than I could chew with that comment, but I felt myself buzzing with excitement.

“Anything my mate wants, my mate will get.”

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel angst #azriel acotar #acotar #bri's writing

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years ago

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Family: The House of Fett Poster

This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It's little, and it's broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.

--Lilo and Stitch

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supremewolfren · 2 years ago

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Hey friends!

I'm going on vacation and won't be able to write at all. I will be around while I'm gone.

I am literally so excited, I get to meet one of my best friends and I cannot wait.

The Epilogue for The Devil's Gift will go live when I return.

Algiz: Protection will resume posting the week following.

Tagging both fic lists in the update for visibility.

For my Algiz readers, I'm sorry that the posts havent been regular but I appreciate the patience and support you've had💕

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#miras endless thoughts #small break #i love yall

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illyrian-dreamer · 11 months ago

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Our Girl – Part 9

Azriel x Cassian x fem reader

Summary: You awaken after being rescued by Azriel and Cassian.

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: Sliiiiight smut suggestions. Funeral/character death

AN: A few time jumps in this second last part to the series folks, hold on tight!

<<< Part 8

You heard sharp breaths leave their noses as you addressed them, each of them turning rigid.

My mates. They had waited years for those words to fall from your lips so freely.

Cassian groaned as he lifted himself on strong fists, Azriel already shuffling as they flanked you on either side, wings crammed into your bed, careful not to crush you.

You offered one arm to each of them, your palms pressed into their too-big hands. Azriel blinked away the tears that stung at his eyes, raising your grazed knuckles and kissing at the sores and scars - a jarring reminder of what you had awoken from.

Cassian was not one to miss out, and he slipped a muscled arm behind your neck, grasping at Azriel’s shoulder as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

You shuddered a breath, your insides warmed by the affection infiltrating the bond, relishing that feeling of home, of belonging.

“You are both well? Healed?” you rhasped, your voice barely there. Azriel frowned, immediately reaching for a glass of water and bringing it to your lips.

“Yes, sweets, we’re alright,” Cassian used a knuckle to brush away the stray drop of water that rolled down your chin. “How is your pain?”

You meant to answer, but Azriel replaced the glass of water with something cold and metallic. Flicking your eyes from the thermometer now pressed against your tongue, it was instinct to scowl up at the Shadowsinger.

“Really?” you muttered through a full mouth.

Hazel eyes narrowed slightly as he carefully traced that thin red line. “You’re fighting an infection, love.”

A gentle pull on your chin forced your focus back to Cassian, his eyes warmed with humour at the exchange between his mates. You supposed it was nice, to slip into a reaction so natural, something that had been amiss for years.

“Your pain?” he pressed.

You shrugged as Azriel gently pulled the thermometer away, shaking it once, twice. Fatigue was heavy on your bones, and your head was throbbing, likely from that infection they mentioned. But the wound at your heart was a dull ache, and you had healed well all things considered. Pealing back the covers, you lifted your nightgown, eying the scar that now ran beside your left breast.

You were there in an instant, the clang of that awful sword and Beron’s roar in your ears, impending death looming as you remembered the pure dread that consumed you for days.

You stiffened, eyes turning distant as your mouth quivered with an instant need to cry out.

Azriel thumbed your lip, cooing softly. “It’s alright my love, you are safe now. You’re ok.”

You drew a long, shaking breath. There would be along road ahead to recover as Beron’s prisoner, that much was clear.

“Where is he?” you asked with a small voice.

“Imprisoned, just as you asked.” Cassian's reply was soft as he gently played with a lock of your limp hair.

“And Lucien is…?”

Your mates met each other’s eyes, before your hands were back in theirs, held tightly.

“I’m sorry my love,” Azriel whispered. Leaning closer, he nudged the bridge of his nose to your crown, pressing closer with comfort.

You swallowed, nodding as tears rolled down your cheeks. That poor male – loyal and kind and better than most. Your heart ached for Feyre and Tamlin.

“The others?”

“Everyone is safe and well. Beron’s army yielded when he was dragged from the dungeon, and the Illyrians have returned to the camps. Eris is in the process of assuming his role as High Lord – Beron was forced to abdicate by his own council.”

“Tamlin stayed to help mend the damage from the battle. He’s had help from a group of aides and healers,” Cassian added with a smile.

The smile you forced was barely there, only the corners of your lips turning as your eyes still hung heavy. Your friends, the volunteers - of course they had come. And Tamlin, fighting alongside Illyrians? It was an overwhelming thought.

There was so much to do, so much to say. But fatigue weighed heavy on your mind and body alike, even your power was impossible to drag up from within. Grieving, celebrating, helping those to heal – it would all have to wait.

And then there were your mates – confessions and pleas of honesty begging to be unravelled in a mess of emotions you did not yet understand.

Without notice, tears began spilling from your cheeks, rolling down your chin in a the trail down to your chest.

“You found me,” you whispered hoarsely.

Azriel was wiping at your chin, and Cassian’s lips were at your crown as he replied. “And you fought for us.”

“I was so scared,” you whispered again, your voice wobbling with a half-sob.

“So were we,” Azriel added softly.

You blinked between them, a wrangled laugh escaping. It was exhausting, the instant switch between fear, then relief, then grief, then relief again.

“I think I’m going mad,” you admitted, wiping at your face while you relished in the safety of having your mates by your side.

“That’s understandable, love,” Azriel smiled softly, eyeing you closely, reading each micro expression with understanding.

“Besides,” Cassian smirked. “You already were half-mad.”

Another laugh huffed through your chest, heavy and thick with illness. Cassian was grinning, before pecking at your knuckles with affection. The soft thud of Azriel’s heart fastened, and you could sense his joy through the bond as he watched you two.

Lashes fluttered as sleep tugged at you, but you were reluctant to give in. Time was sacred, you knew that now.

Azriel’s eyes caught Cassian’s with a quick nod, and it was the later who stood to fetch a vial, the popping of a cork pricking your ears.

Azriel forced your chin to him. “Something Madja has prepared to help with the fever.” There was that sternness in his eyes, a familiar one that he used when anticipating stubbornness. Given you record in refusing medicine, you couldn't blame him. But you wouldn't fight them today – you couldn't if you wanted to.

The medicine was bitter, but you drank it willingly as Cassian tipped the glass at your lips with gentle hand at the back of your head, Azriel’s watchful eyes tracking each swallow and ensuring the bottle was emptied.

You rolled your eyes at his keen eye, before settling back into your pillows.

“I saw that.”

Eyes falling closed thanks to the quick working effects of the medicine, you couldn’t hide your smirk was you wordlessly muttered ‘overbearing mother hens’ through the bond. You knew it worked from Cassian’s snort from the other side of the room, and Azriel’s glow of pride at your use of the bond, despite the message cast through it.

Callused fingers stroked your hair before your pillows were being moved from under you. You blinked up at Cassian as he towered over, helping you recline further. “Go to sleep sweetheart, we’ll be hear when you wake up.”

It was lulling to hear, and you let your eyes close again, grateful for the comfort of the bed and grateful for your mates – that each of you had made it out alive.

As sleep almost pulled you under, your eyes fluttered open, and you sat up with rational quickness. “Where even are we?”

Your mates chuckled, Azriel pressed you back into the bed as he shook his head. “Still in Autumn love, but you’re safe.”

“That much I know” you muttered drowsily, sarcasm lacing through as you danced with sleep.

“Do you just?”

You yawned, your words slow as you sighed. “I know I’m safe with you.”

You were already asleep before the wave of adoration careening through the bond could reach you.

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Eris’s voice cut through the oak door, greeting you into the room.

Auburn locks shined in the fire-lit room as Eris stood on a low stool, facing an ornate mirror as tailors worked at his suit. It was a fine thing – orange and yellows embroidered with tasteful gold leafs. One tailor worked on his sleeve, while the other was busy bent at the cuff of his pants.

“You’ll have to excuse me, Y/N. Just some finishing touches before tomorrow’s coronation. Perhaps we might be excused?”

The tailors stepped away then, taking their supplies with them as they bowed to their future High Lord.

Eris stepped down, stopping a few steps shy from you, fiery eyes casting you up and down.

Originally, that kind of look would have beckoned your own power together within, threatening to zap with petty distaste. But without Beron, Eris was revealed as his true self. Cunning, sure, but also generous, caring, and much smarter than he had ever let on.

“You look well,” he offered.

“Because I’m not cloaked like a pumpkin,” you nodded to his flashy suite.

Eris feigned offence with a hand to his chest. “You don't like my coronation suit?”

You snorted, and Eris grinned back. You were toying with each other as you always had, but now without the need for blood.

“It’s lovely, actually. It screams of wealth, but has tasteful detail. Whoever designed it must know you well.”

“If I didn't know any better Y/N, I’d take that as a compliment.”

You pulled your lips in a sideways smile, eyebrows raised. “You did save my life.”

Eris stoped, his smile fading as his eyes blinked down just once. “I also might have damned you.”

You shook your head. “That wasn't your fault.”

A beat of silence.

“Y/N, I’m sorry my fath–"

You shook your head, cutting him off. “Eris, don’t. That is not for you to apologise for.”

Eris’s lips pulled into a thin line, guilt and grief weighing heavy on the male, the bags under his eyes yet deeper than you had ever seen.

Composing himself, he nodded to a settee facing the the sprawling autumn forest, magnificent reds, yellows and greens muted by night.

You moved to join him, eyes dancing at the tree tops. “Tomorrow will be…” you started.

“A big day,” he finished, leaning his elbows on his knees.

Eris wasn’t wrong. Here at the castle would be Lucien’s memorial, followed by Eris’s coronation. And on the other side of the court, Beron’s execution - all carefully arranged on the same day. It was a distraction of Beron’s dark reign, an insult to all that he had tried to conquer, and a honour to Lucien to celebrate life and moving forward. Beron would die alone, and Lucien’s legacy would be celebrated amongst many.

“Will Serafina be there?”

He nodded, rubbing his hands together with tension. “Yes, she couldn't stand the thought of being there when my father…”

Eris trailed off, but you nodded anyway. “I wish I could say the same for Helion. He’s overseeing the…event.” My father’s execution - he couldn't bring himself to say.

You bit your lip, nodded slowly. Azriel and Cassian had asked which events you wished to attend, perhaps all three, or none at all. You felt a strong need to be at the memorial and coronation, but had little interest in seeing Beron die, no matter what he had done to harm you an your mates. The males had agreed to accompany you, but you felt the urge they resisted to witness Beron’s death. It seemed Helion had felt the same, especially with his involvement in seeing securing Beron’s fate. You couldn't blame him, for all the years he had held his mate enslaved to his schemes.

“Helion will miss your ceremony, then?”

Eris lifted tired eyes to you. “I don't think he’ll ever forgive me for the life my mother was forced to live.”

“You were born into this, Eris, your own life was on the line. You were his child.”

“I’ve been fully grown for centuries now, Y/N. If I had been braver, my mother wouldn’t have had to suffer for the centuries she did. And Lucien…,” Eris choked at the name of his brother, shoulders stiffening before jerking with sobs.

You watched with sorrow, moving gently to place a hand at his back, warmth spreading immediately at your palm.

“They despise me, all of them. Helion, Feyre, Tamlin, Rhys, perhaps even my own mother. They see me for the coward I am.”

You cleared your throat, choosing your words carefully. “The beginning of your reign as High Lord will be an trialling time for you, I won’t deny that. But there were so many who could have stopped Beron, and so many that that didn’t. It wasn't your burden to bear alone.”

Eris blinked, a shaken breath escaping him as he gained some control. “I suppose I will always be the High Lord that was too late.”

You swallowed, nodding. “Perhaps. But you will also be the High Lord who makes sure to leave a better legacy, to never leave things too late again.”

Eris ran curious brown eyes down your frame – so unfamiliar with the comfort you had just provided.

“Azriel and Cassian are couldren-blessed to have someone like you.”

You stiffened then. “I don't suppose they have me, Eris.”

Eris blinked, before his faced dropped. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I did not mean to offend.”

You shook your head, a small smile on your lips. “It’s ok, Eris. You are learning.”

He ran bony fingers through his cropped auburn locks. “I only meant to convey that I admire you.”

You shrugged. “I am quite incredible.”

Eris’s laugh was raspy with relief. There was a quiet moment between you, the only sound the crackle of the fireplace.

“Will you be there, tomorrow?” Eris did nothing to hide the hope in his eyes.

You placed a gentle hand over his. “I’ll be one of many. Rhys and Feyre will be there too.”

“They’re coming?”

“I’m not sure people hold as much resentment to you as you do yourself, Eris. I think most just want to look forward, to a better world.”

Eris swallowed then, curbing the lump in his throat that threatened again. “Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate your kindness.”

You rose then, smoothing your skirts. “All the best for tomorrow, Eris. At the very least, you’ll look dashing.”

Eris found his old self then, extending his arms to admire the suite once more. “That I will,” he grinned, before reaching for your hand, and placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Should you feel the need to reject two Illyrians for one handsome High Lord,” he joked with a flash of teeth.

You snatched your hand back, eyes rolling with a smirk. “Don’t ever let Azriel or Cassian hear you joke like that,” you threw over your shoulder, sealing Eris’s chuckle and closing the door behind you.

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Lucien’s memorial was devastatingly beautiful.

Without a body, there was no coffin, cremation or grave. Instead, a bronzed statue was erected in the gardens of the Autumn castle, and rows of fae from all courts gathered to watch it be raised.

It was Eris who spoke from the podium, Serafina’s weeps heard by all as she clung to Hellion who kept a strong arm around his mate.

“I want to thank you all for coming here today to honour the life of my youngest bother, Lucien. He was taken from us in a selfish and cowardly act by my father, used as a sacrifice to hone evil. A crime that contradicts my brother’s very essence, for with every fibre of his being, Lucien was good.”

“Lucien was kinder than most, a generous, forgiving male who uplifted others and sought good for the world. I regret to have dismissed him for so long, and that I may never tell him just how much I admired his courage. As High Lord of this court, I will ensure that his legacy continues, that he lives forever in bronze in these gardens, but also as a celebrated hero and vital part of the Autumn dynasty.”

“To properly commemorate his life, I invite someone who was a truer brother to Lucien, more than I ever was.”

Eris stepped from the podium, placing a sure hand on Tamlin’s shoulder before moving to the queues.

You could see the tremor in your friends hands as he placed his papers down, fingers gripping to the podium to steady himself. Pressing your lips tightly, you knew the wave of emotion Tamlin would need to push through to address all of these people, and tribute Lucien in honour. Your heart ached for him further.

Feyre’s sniffing pricked your ears from beside you where Rhys held her, and as you dabbed a few of your own stray tears, a wave of reassurance was sent from your mates who sat a few rows back, catching the movement.

“Lucien was more than an honourable male.” Tamlin began, his voice strong, commanding of the crowd. “He understood what it was to be truly loyal, to see the good amongst the bad, to make others feel at home when he didn't have one of his own.”

“He taught me compassion, sensibility, gratitude and love. He was a better leader than I could ever hope to be, without even trying.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, and you felt an overwhelming amount of pride for Tamlin as he cast those sharp green eyes across the crowd.

“He was a loving son and friend,” he said with a nod to Serafina. “And while he endured more hardship than any of us deserve, his wit and humour prevailed.”

A few chuckles from the crowd and murmurs of agreement. A tattooed hand found yours then, and Feyre squeezed you as you smiled at each other through tears.

“Many might not know that Lucien used that wit to free us of Amarantha’s reign. It was his keen eye to observe those around him, that brilliant mind and sincere care for others that lead Feyre to my court, and to eventually break the curse. He helped us every step of the way, risking his life countless times under the mountain, because he understood what was at stake, and what was the greater good.”

Tamlin had paused, taking a shaky breath. “Lucien was the brother I never deserved, and I will never stop loving him.”

Tear stained tracks shone on Tamlin’s cheeks.

“It is our duty to ensure he has not died in vain, to learn from his legacy of acceptance, patience and kindness. If each of us hone just a fraction of the honour that he spread so freely, Prythian will be stronger for it.”

“And when your children ask to hear the heroic tales of friends and foes alike, tell them of Lucien – the male with no home, that lead with his heart instead.”

When Tamlin returned to his seat as Serafina stood to reveal the statue beneath the cloth. Hundreds of fae cried and cheered, and you reached for Tamlin’s hand, holding him tightly with your head on his shoulder, grieving and celebrating with your truest friend.

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1 week later

“Where have you bought me, my love?”

Azriel emerged from the thick of the Autumn forest, dried leaves crunching beneath his boots.

“A little clearing I discovered on a walk,” you smiled from where you waited patiently, hands behind your back. The picnic was set with bread, cheese and berries, and you offered a glass of wine to your mate as he approached.

He took it with a raised brow, leaning down to kiss your cheek before taking a sip.

“You are well?” he asked, noting the blush in your cheeks, sending relief through the bond that colour had at last returned to your face.

“I am,” you smiled broadly.

Before you could ask how Azriel was, the beat of Cassian’s wings sounded, and leaves danced in a gust of wind as he landed on one strong knee.

“Well isn't this romantic,” he grinned as he stood, stalking over to pick you up, twirling as he squeezed you tight.

While Cassian had business to attend to back in Illyria, both of the males had been keeping their distance while you rested at the Autumn castle. They checked in of course, and Azriel had winnowed back a few times to see you - but they were respectful of your space, waiting for your direction, feeling for your comfort levels along the way.

Cassian approached Azriel then, a strong hand finding his chiselled jaw as he kissed his mate deeply.

Immediately flustered, you busied yourself by pouring Cassian a glass of wine as overwhelming desire and longing for each other coursed through the bond after days spent apart. You forced your eyes elsewhere - you hadn't kissed either of them yet, certainly not like that.

They moved to join you on the blanket you had set, Cassian taking his wine with a thank you and plopping a few berries in the each of your glasses.

“I’ve missed you both,” you said with a shy smile. It was true, having them both here, it eased the strain of your heart that lingered at the distance. It also revealed desires you hadn't known were there. You wanted to bask in their presence, to hold them tight and never let them go. To tear your clothes of and press their naked skin to yours, feel the heat of them warm through you… Gods, this bond!

Azriel and Cassian shared a coy chuckle as they sensed your lust, and a scarred hand found your knee while Cassian lounged casually, wings sprawling.

“We missed you too,” Azriel answered with a boyish smirk, before it turned sincere. “Thank you for bringing us together, my love.”

Cassian was already munching on the bread as he offered you a wedge of cheese, speaking with a full mouth. “What marks the occasion, princess?”

You took the food, chewing thoughtfully before setting your glass down. Hazel eyes tracked your every move, Cassian’s on the clouds as casual hands were bought behind his head.

“Well, I suppose I wanted to discuss us.”

You saw Cassian’s chest holt, before he sat up, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m fully healed now, and I think it’s time I left Autumn.”

Azriel was stiff. “Will you be coming back to Velaris?” he asked with forced softness.

You swallowed once, twice. “No.”

Azriel took a deep breath before nodding slowly, Cassian’s smile fading into something sad, while affection still warmed those brown eyes.

“We understand,” he offered, his large hand covering yours.

“I suppose a better answer is, not yet,” you added, squeezing Cassian’s hand in yours. You felt their lick of excitement through the bond.

“I love you both, I do. But I don't know where I want to live, where I want to call home. All I know is that I want to continue my mission, help provide aide for more courts. Beron’s death has created so many opportunities, the courts have never been so aligned. There is much work to do - and I will dedicate myself to it. This is my purpose.”

Azriel’s smile was genuine under the tears in his eyes. “I am so proud of you.”

You sent a wave of warmth down the bond. “Thank you, Az.”

Cassian was leaning on his knees now, facing the both of you. “Wherever you want to be, Y/N, we’ll be there too.”

You shook your head quickly. “No, no, I won't ask you to leave Velaris, to give up your roles in the Night Court.”

Your mates exchanged a look.

“We would, you know.” Azriel husk was just more than a whisper.

“We’d follow you anywhere,” Cassian added.

You smiled, your eyes cast down as you fiddled with your hands in your lap. With a quick breath, you placed a hand on each of their thighs.

“I don't want that, and neither do you. Please hear me when I say I love you both, and I’m learning to forgive you for what happened with Alvar. But I’m not ready to be so…”

“Mated?”

You smiled turned broken. “Yes, mated.”

Azriel had picked up your hand, toying with it before moving scarred fingers to intertwine with yours. “Wherever you want to be,” he repeated Cassian’s words. “We support you.”

You blinked the tears that threatened then, forcing that pinnacle question past your lips. “Would you wait?” For me, for us - you didn't add.

“Of course,” Cassian said instantly, frowning with slight insult.

“Without a second thought.” Azriel added, his lips now brushing your knuckles.

It was true, honest love that surged through the bond then, from all three sides.

You huffed with relief. “Then I will return to my life in Spring Court.”

“Perhaps we could visit?” Cassian asked.

You didn't need to think on the offer. “I would love that,” you beamed. “And I will travel often enough with my work – and will visit you too.”

Azriel let out a small whine of relief, and Cassian grinned, moving to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

“We love you Y/N,” he murmured into your ear, planting a kiss to your neck. “We will make this work.”

You reached towards the Shadowsinger, pulling him towards you, relishing in the comfort of their arms wrapped tight around you. You were safe, they were safe. You were happy, they were happy.

For the first time in years, you felt true happiness in all avenues of life.

Cassian and Azriel were kissing above your head, the sound of their kiss igniting something in your bounds as you were pressed between them. That primal urge to consummate your mating bond churned within you, and you were suddenly flushed with desire, aware of how your own pupils dilated.

Raising to your knees, your hands found a place on both of their chests as they broke away, eyeing you.

You leaned towards Cassian, eyes flicking down to his still-wet lips swollen from Azriel’s kiss. Ever so gently, you lay a peck to his mouth.

Cassian whimpered as you pulled away, his eyes fluttering open and stalking you as you moved to Azriel and did the same.

Wings twitched from behind the Shadowsingers head, and shadows instantly flooded around you.

Pulling away, you couldn't help the toying grin that pulled at your mouth. Azriel's chest heaved, and Cassian’s brows were pulled in desperation.

“Please,” the later begged. “Do that again.”

Your heart lurched, your insides throbbing even more intensely than before. Gods, you wanted them. But you would have to be careful with how you would approach the bond while living on different sides of Prythian.

“I’m conscious,” you breathed, taking a moment to regain composure. “I’m conscious not to enlighten the bond any further.”

Cassian growled, but Azriel threw him a quick glare. “You’re yet to seal the bond on your end.”

“I know,” you breathed, resisting every urge to ask your mates to eat the remaining berries from your bare hands and ride them into the sunset. “But I don't want to make things anymore difficult than they need to be. I have no interest in torturing you any further. Sex might complicate things, it can bind us further, making the distance that much harder to bare.”

Cassian groaned. “Please don't say harder.”

You and Azriel shared a chuckle as he strained in his pants.

“It’s a kind thought, my love. And I think you’re right,” Azriel agreed with a stroke to your face, then a strong hand on Cassian’s shoulder that seemed to say compose yourself.

Cassian cleared his throat, and through gritted teeth said “We can wait.”

A wicked smile reached your eyes. “Are you sure about that?”

Cassian all but tackled you, nipping at your ear with a playful growl. “Don’t tease.”

You laughed freely then, his breath tickling your ear.

Azriel was still stiff where he sat.

“Az,” you asked. “Will you be alright?”

Hazel eyes flicked down you in a way that made you shudder. “I just have on request.”

You smiled. “Yes?”

“Kiss me again.”

You were smiling as you lurched forward, strong arms catching you as you pressed your lips on his.

You spent the rest of the afternoon in that clearing with your mates, kissing them, holding them, discussing the logistics of the next steps of your mateship, and falling back in love with the two males that always had your heart.

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3 years later

The three years since you had rekindled your relationship with Azriel and Cassian had been the happiest of your life.

Your mates would visit often, sometimes together, sometimes alone. And when your work called you to the Night Court or close by, you visited them in Velaris, spending time with your old family too. You relationships were healing amongst the Inner Circle, and you were glad to feel at home again while still returning to your life in Spring Court.

You had worked furiously hard to bring your aide work across Prythian. Beron’s death saw a shift in response to sharing resources, and your vision of aide without borders gained traction. With hundreds of healers and the likes now working for your charity - your mission was funded and supported by all seven courts.

The little foxes, you now called yourselves, in honour of Lucien Vanserra and his legacy of honour. Each court had specially built ‘dens’, where fae in need could seek help, and where aide was dispatched to support across all courts.

It was incredibly hard work that took the years you gave yourself, with many sleepless nights, and sometimes longer periods spent away from your mates. But it was successful, the cogs of your strategies came to life.

You were overwhelmingly proud, and fulfilled for the first time in your life. Happiness was a plentiful beacon around you, and you felt yourself healing every day.

You spent spare time learning to harness your magic. Seeking experts across the continent, you learned to hone that powerful current, understanding your limits, your emotions, when to yield and when to take. You learnt new ways of using it, lighting fires or fuelling pressing mills, hunting large supplies of fish when food was in need. In those years, you had learned to help others in ways you never new possible. It was as if you were finally coming to life.

Your heart was full – you had taken control of your life once more, working in boundaries that helped you thrive. And it was with that full, healthy heart that you forgave your mates, little by little, day by day.

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Mor let out a high-pitched squeel, shaking as she read the golden card in her hand, envelope floating to the floor as she bounced from foot to foot.

“What is it?” Feyre asked from her desk, the High Lady buried in paper work.

“They’ve called it!”

“Called what?” Feyre asked with wide eyes, bewildered at Mor’s reaction.

Snatching the card from the giddy blond’s hand, Feyre read the sparkling, cursive writing. Tears instantly brimmed at Feyre’s eyes as she met Mor’s lovesick smile.

Finbark Eversgreen requests the honour of your attendance to celebrate the marriage of Y/N, Cassian and Azriel.

Saturday, 2nd week of the third season.

The ceremony will be held at the Southern Spring Lake at dusk.

“Rhys! Come quick!”

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AN: Ahhhh I hope you liked this lead up to the finale!! It was a pleasure to write the abundance of healing going around for all these characters!! The next part will focus on the wedding - but I'm always keen to hear what else you guys might want to see too. All in all, I'm actually excited to wrap up Our Girl tbh. It's sitting at 50,000 words so far and has been a really big piece for me! So thanks for joining me along the way. If you want to join the tag list for the finale, or any of my other stuff, drop and comments and let me know which one :) Much love!!! Nic

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

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Azriel’s smile is warm, his gaze tired when it meets yours through the room. You return his smile, knowing this day has been long, the previous week exhausting.

And you know he needs you, you need him. Holding him, caressing him, talking about his mission while sharing some sweet kisses.

Yearning and longing fills the bond, stretching out. You both just want to go home, want to be alone.

So when hours later the meeting finally ends, it is what you do, rushing home immediately, stripping out of most clothes and tumbling into bed.

You kiss the top of Azriel’s head when you pull him to your chest. The shadowsinger hums, burying his face in your cleavage, drawing in a deep breath. "So soft," he hums and kisses your skin.

You manage to pull the thick blanket over the both of you, getting all warm and cozy, giggling lightly at your sweet mate.

"I missed you so much," he mumbles, voice muffled. Momentarily his tired, heavy-lidded gaze meets yours and he smiles. Then lowers his face again, chest heaving with a deep inhale.

Your hand brushes through his hair, lower to his neck, down his back and up to his hair again. Azriel’s arms curl tighter around your body, leaving no room between the two of you. You practically merge, wanting to be as close as possible. With his knee Azriel wedges your thighs apart, bringing you even an inch closer. Delighted about your closeness, the spymaster releases a loud, happy sigh that has you giggling.

"I missed you, too, my love. More than you can imagine," you say and kiss Azriel’s head once again, your hand, that is not in his hair, moving to his strong arm, fingers brushing over the dark swirls of ink.

The spymaster’s wings flare, shielding you from the outside world. In this cocoon it is just the two of you—your needy Illyrian baby and you, his beloved mate, finally together, united, madly in love.

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thanks to @azrielscrown's post about soft Az, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and just had to squeeze this tiny drabble in here💙

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When Miguel returned, he seemed oddly calm. Almost eerily so.

You’d been married long enough to know that usually meant he’d done something he deemed necessary, but that most would consider extreme or outright bad.

Miguel was always able to make the hard decisions that way.

He stood with his shoulders relaxed, his arms hanging loose by his sides. His hands weren’t twitching, nor were they balled into fists like they normally would be. He wore that familiar flat expression, crimson eyes lidded.

You observe him quietly as he stands, gaze matching yours evenly.

“I did what I said I would do.”

“And that would be?” You question him in return, hands folded in your lap protectively.

“I took care of the problem.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth are you on your feet, approaching him swiftly.

“What the hell does that mean Miguel?” The words come out severely, your voice set in a low, almost conspiratorial whisper.

His expression changes little, the only outwardly visible sign that he heard you is the slight quirking of his lips downward at being addressed by his given name.

“Layla. She was a problem. So, I did what needed to be done.”

You’re immediately horrified at the implication.

Your eyes and mouth widen, and you slowly, carefully back away from the man you once considered the love of your life.

“Miguel…you didn’t.”

“She made threats. Said she would hurt me, hurt us if I didn’t deal with her. So I did.”

In the moment, you feel incredibly conflicted.

Yes, Layla was the woman who had been sleeping with your husband and harassing you, but you also couldn’t fully convince yourself that she’d deserved to die.

Taking a seat on the bed, you try to further process this information.

“You…you killed her.”

“Yes.” Miguel’s voice is even, he’s seemingly unaffected by his heinous act.

You’re silent again, trying to decide what to say next.

“What about her family Miguel? And the other spiders? How will you handle them when they realize she’s gone? And what did you do with her body?”

You’re not entirely sure why you want to know such macabre information, but you do.

You try to convince yourself that it’s more out of concern than a morbid sense of curiosity.

“Layla didn’t have any family. She came from a different universe, where she’d lost mostly everything she had, including her people. As for the other spiders,” he pauses, finally looking away before turning back to you, his expression the same as before, “they didn’t know about Layla. She kept hidden, never interacting with them out of fear.”

“Fear of what,” you press. “Fear of how they might receive her when they found out you were cheating on your wife with her?”

The words come out scathing, and Miguel at least has the decency enough to look ashamed.

“Yes,” he finally says after a few tense moments.

You nod, standing and walking towards Miguel.

“So now what? Your mistress is dead and your wife is locked away. It looks like you’ve had your cake and gotten to eat it too huh, Miggy? The majority of the blame lies squarely on your shoulders, but you’ve suffered the least.”

Your arms are folded across your chest defensively, eyes narrowed as you gaze up at the man who once held your heart.

He can’t seem to meet your eyes, and he appears to be mulling over your words.

“I know you’re angry,” he speaks, and the words are shaky. “And you’ve every right to be. But please __, please understand that I’m truly sorry. I regret ever having sought out another. You were completely right, I am a fool. And a shitty hero, and an even shittier husband. There’s no excusing what I’ve done but…”

To your absolute shock, Miguel gets down on both knees, head bowed and gloved hands tightly gripping yours. When he looks up, there are tears streaming heavily down his face, and you internally roll your eyes.

“But please let me make this right. What more must I do to prove to you that my love for you is still true? Name it, and I’ll do it.”

“Let me go.”

Miguel releases a shaky breath, head bowing once more.

“I-...anything but that.”

“Then there’s nothing you can do, Miguel. I want to be free of you. And if you really loved me as much as you claimed, enough to kill for me, you’d fulfill this one simple request.”

His grip on your hand tightens as he seems to consider your words.

Finally, after some moments Miguel stands, his tears having somewhat dried.

“I can’t…I can’t let you leave just yet. But,” he meets your eyes, crimson gaze sharp. “I’m willing to compromise.”

At this, your ears perk up, curious to see what he has to say.

“I just want 1 month. 1 month to try and earn back your heart. If after that time you’ve truly lost your love for me, I-I’ll…” he takes a deep breath, eyes shutting before opening again. “I’ll release you, and leave you be.”

You remove your hand from his grip, turning away from him momentarily.

“How do I know I can trust you to keep your word Miguel? How do I know this isn’t some sort of trap, that you won’t find some sort of loophole to exploit?” You level him with a critical stare.

Miguel’s shoulders square, his hands balling into fists, both signs of his resolve.

“After what I’ve done, I can’t blame you for not trusting me. But I swear on my life that I mean what I say. Just 1 month, that’s all I ask.” The man’s eyes have become softer and more rounded as he spoke, and you can tell he’s being sincere.

“I want time to think it over. In the meantime, I want you to leave me be. So that I can think in peace, without your influence. That means no talking to me through the intercom, no spying through the cameras and no randomly showing up at my door.”

A few seconds pass, but Miguel reluctantly nods, turning to the door.

“Take as much time as you need,” he mumbles over his shoulder, before exiting.

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It’d been 3 days, and you believed you’d finally come to a decision.

“Miguel! Come here. We need to talk.”

Silence met you, but only for a few minutes before beeping could be heard from your door.

It slid open, revealing Miguel. He looked a little better than he had before- his hair wasn’t as messy and his face wasn’t so droopy.

He entered with cautious but anxious steps; he was excited to see you, as it had been three days. You appreciated that he’d respected your wish, and took it as a good sign.

Well, as good a sign as it could be, given the circumstance.

“Have you made your decision?”

You nodded, moving from the bed to sit in your swinging chair. You began swinging absentmindedly, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“...I’ve decided that I will give you one month, though to be completely honest, you’ll be more so trying to earn my forgiveness before anything else.” His eyes snap to yours, but otherwise he seems to be calmly listening.

“During this month, you will not smother me. You will give me the space I need to think and process my emotions. You will not bombard me with questions and constant check-ups. I recognize that in order for you to show me you’ve changed, we’ll need to be around each other some of the time, but I get to dictate when. This is the very least you owe me given what you’ve put me through.”

You’ve held eye contact with him as you spoke, to gauge his reaction. You could immediately tell he wasn’t the most pleased with your stipulations, but oh well. It’s what you wanted, and if he wanted you to cooperate, he would have to agree.

He took a moment to respond, but you were surprisingly pleased by what he said.

“That’s perfectly reasonable. I’ll allow you all the time and space you need, and when the month is up, I’ll ultimately respect your decision.”

“Very good.” Standing, you approach the larger man, eyes slowly drifting across his face. “There had better not be any funny business. Don’t make me regret trusting you a second time Miguel.”

He frowned, eyes softening. “You won’t, I promise.”

With that, you both separated and Miguel left you alone with your thoughts.

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As Miguel walked back down the hallway leading to your room, his eyes darkened, a manic grin spreading across his face.

“Don’t worry __. You won’t regret your decision. By the time this next month is up, you won’t even be able to think about leaving me.”

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