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festivalsofmargot · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I love your imagines so much!! And I had a request if possible! Maybe f!reader and Sebastian sneak into the prefect bathroom for a bath together after a long day or something and one thing leaders to another..

My Sleep Remedy

{Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader}

AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are nearing the end of their 7th year and are 18+)

Word Count: ~ 5,100 words

Warnings: 18+ smut, (first time having sex, fingering, handjob, oral)

Author’s Note: Just want to say right away that I’m not a lore master on Harry Potter, I’ve only read the first book, seen the movies, and obsessed over Hogwarts Legacy. I think you need a password to get into the prefects’ bathroom but I’m going by HL rules where you can just walk in lmfaooo. Thank you for the request, anon!!! I got really into this one and had so much fun writing it. Hopefully you guys have as much fun reading it ❤ Now kick back and turn off your brain. I cleared your schedule for you, enjoy 🥰

Songs (if interested):

Spiracle - Flower Face

snowfall (Slowed + Reverb) - Øneheart, reidenshi

You’d think, after everything you had to do to catch up having come in late as a 7th year, you’d be out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Yet sleep still found a way to evade you. After tossing and turning with no signs of your eyelids growing heavier, you decided to sneak out of your dorm and wander the halls of Hogwarts once again. Maybe you could stumble upon some demiguise statues for Mr. Moon.

With the disillusionment spell coating you, you walked the halls easily, taking in all the paintings and statues. It was a shame you only had one year here, there was no way you could see the entirety of the castle in such a short time. Turning a corner, you rammed into a solid, invisible object.

The feel of hands steadied you as your rubbed at your nose. The disillusionment spell wore off for both you and Sebastian Sallow.

“Sebastian.” You said in pleasant surprise, smiling up at him. “What are you doing up?”

“Had trouble sleeping. Decided to follow your lead and go on one of these -” He waved his hand dismissively in the air, “night walks you rave so much about.” He chuckled, keeping his voice low. Of everyone he could have had insomnia with, he was happy it was you.

“Same here. Decided I might as well look for more of those demiguise statues. No idea why they bother Mr. Moon so much, I think they’re pretty adorable. Care to join me? Or did you want to be alone?”

He appreciated you asking, especially in such a way that he felt he could say ‘no’ if he needed. But he didn’t need to, or want to. “Count me in.” He smiled. “I think I spotted one in the prefects’ bathroom.”

You quirked a brow at him. “What were you doing in there?”

“Bathing, what else?”

“One of the prefects invited you to join them, did they?” You teased and he rolled his eyes, playfully shoving your shoulder.

“It’s my last year, so I figured ‘why not’? Wanted to try it at least once. And if I was caught, I’m sure people would have been happy I've moved on from the restricted section. Now come on.”

“Lead the way.”

You and Sebastian arrived at the prefects’ bathroom, cloaked in the disillusionment spell. “If I remember right, I think I saw it just over...” His eyes scanned the bathroom.

“Ah, there it is.” You strode up to it, your disillusionment spell fading. You picked it up and twirled it in your hand as you returned to Sebastian’s side. “One more down, Merlin knows how many to go.” You sighed.

He let his disillusionment fade as well, taking the moon from your hand to look it over himself. Really, he just needed a temporary distraction, every now and then he would get this terrible urge to kiss you. You never had to do anything special for the thought to pop into his head, all he could do was suffer in silence until the ache went away.

He handed the moon back to you and looked out to the bathroom. “You know, why don’t you give this bath a go? It could help you fall asleep, now that you got one less moon to worry about.”

He could see you thinking on it, clearly tempted.

“Come on, you came in late as a 7th year and you’ve been working yourself to the bone. I say you’ve earned it. It’s your only year at Hogwarts and we’re almost finished anyway. Go for it.”

“You’re such a bad influence.” You smirked at him, then scanned your eyes over the room. “This place is beautiful though, especially at night.” You thought aloud. “But what about you? If it helps you sleep, you should use it. I can come back for it another night when you’re feeling better.”

Sebastian was tempted too, this place had relaxed him in the way he needed most. It was pure tranquility. After everything that had happened that year, having that little bit of peace this place offered helped greatly. But he shook his head, “All yours tonight.”

You eyed him sadly as he looked down at his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. You’d much rather he took it. You didn’t want to part ways with him quite yet either, but maybe this was his way of saying he needed to be alone at the moment. “Alright... thank you, Sebastian. Wait, how often do the prefects come to check on this place?”

“If they hear water running, they’re not coming in here.” He reassured you. “Even if they did suspect you weren’t someone who was allowed in here, they’d at least wait until you were clothed to rat you out.”

“Makes sense.” You exhaled, looking upon the immaculate bath the size of a pond. The thought of sitting in this beautiful, moonlit room enveloped in warm water was more enticing by the second.

Sebastian could see your dreamy stare and decided it was time for him to go. “I’ll leave you to it then.” He shot you a grin as he turned to make his way out.

“Seb.” You called softly, speaking before thinking.

“Hmm?” He turned to face you easily.

“I um...” You didn’t want him to leave. Though you spent most of your days stuck together like glue, you wanted even more of him to yourself. You only had a few more weeks at Hogwarts, and then who knew where the two of you would be?

He felt as if his heart skipped a beat when he saw the look on your face, he had never seen it on you before. It wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad. It was hopeful... and aching. He didn’t know what to make of it as he waited for you to continue. He could see your chest rising and falling, your breathing seeming to get heavier. The sight made the wait for you to speak feel like it took ages.

You cleared your throat, mustering up the courage for your next words. “Please stay.”

His insides constricted in the most volatile way. You couldn’t possibly mean you wanted to bathe together, could you? Maybe you just thought you two could put your feet in the water? Surely no nakedness involved. Oh wonderful, he was thinking of you naked even though you were only a few feet away from him. He swallowed thickly. What do I say? What do I say?

‘Yes’ seemed like the best answer. On one hand, it could be innocent and there was no need for his mind to have taken him to such a risqué place. On the other, if you did want to bathe with him, he’d be the world’s biggest blockhead if he said ‘no’.

He had fallen hard and fast for you his final year at Hogwarts. He wished, more than anything, you came in as a 1st year so you two could have made more memories together. But only one year with you was the hand he was dealt. So he’d take every second he could, no amount of time would have felt like it was enough anyhow.

After everything you had done for him, picking him back up after what happened with Anne and Solomon, keeping his friendship with Ominis in tact, and sticking by his side even though you’ve seen the worst sides of him, how could you possibly want someone like me? You were far, far too good for him.

Who was he fooling? There was no way he would have ever said ‘no’ to you.

“I'll stay.” He answered as he took a step towards you, but that was all he’d let himself do. You needed to make the next move, so he could know what you wanted from him that night. He’d give you everything and more, all you needed to do was ask.

It was hard to keep calm when the flutter in your chest felt so overwhelming. Becoming jumpy, you brought your fingers up to unclasp your robes.

His eyes went dark. Merlin’s sake, he needed to get it together. He had seen you take off your robes countless times before. And for all he knew, you’d only be taking off your shoes and tights as well.

You glanced up at him when you slipped your robes off, then went to put them at the front of the room near the large stack of towels.

Sebastian watched your hips as you passed him. Easy now, still don’t know how far you want to go with this. He darted his gaze away and shrugged off his own robes. After tossing it aside, he went to turn on the faucets to fill up the giant tub. He desperately needed to busy himself to calm his nerves.

He peeked over at you and watched, mesmerized, as you kicked off your shoes and pulled down your tights from under you skirt, slowly revealing the skin of your legs in the most tantalizing way. His breathing started to come out shallow, his lips parting slightly.

You were either stopping there or you were going to keep going. This was the point where he’d know what you wanted. And if that was how he handled himself getting a look at your legs? He probably wouldn’t be coherent if you took it further.

Tucking your tights and shoes away, you looked back at him over your shoulder. He shot his gaze away and tried to look busy with the faucets. He knew he must have had a dumb, slack-jawed look on his face.

In your head, you were even more of a wreck. You had taken off everything that could be viewed as innocent. You could stop there and spend a relaxing night speaking with Sebastian, or you could try to take him how you’ve always wanted him ever since he smirked at you in your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

You knew he’d be a gentleman about all of this, so you’d have to make the first move in the direction you wanted to take it. The look on his face when he saw you had taken off your shoes and tights was encouraging. You glanced at him again but his focus was fully back on the faucets, not as encouraging.

You took a steadying breath, thankful the sound of the rushing water would drown it out. You mustered up every ounce of courage you had, locked the door, and turned your body so that you were facing him. This could be your only chance, it was now or never. Looking down at your shirt, you reached up and slowly began unbuttoning it. Once you got down to the button that opened your shirt enough to reveal the top of your bodice, you peeked up at him to check if he was looking.

And oh he was looking, the way he seemed to be watching you with undivided attention had the spark of a fire ignite in your core. You undid a few more buttons until you gradually stilled under the weight of his gaze, temporarily hypnotized by the way he was looking at you.

“Keep going.” He said, hypnotized himself. He could feel the blood draining from his head to go south, leaving it empty with nothing but thoughts of what more you could show him. He wanted all of you displayed before him, all to himself.

Your heartrate sped up, you hadn’t known what words you wanted to hear from him, but those were certainly an electrifying choice. You picked up where you left off and delighted in the way he kept his eyes on you. You got to the last of your buttons and slipped off your shirt, revealing your bodice and the skin of your shoulders.

He stood up straighter and faced you fully as he watched your shirt fall to the floor. Your skirt was less of a slow burn and more of a shock to his senses when it only took one undone button for it to fall as well.

He clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose like he was being tortured. It wasn’t fair, the effect you had on him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that the tub still had a ways to go filling with water, so he hoped you would help him pass the time by continuing to do what you were doing.

You kept your eyes on him, nervous, excited, and aching to show him what was under your bodice. You began undoing the buttons of your final layer. His eyes fell down to your chest, and you could see his adam's apple bob in his throat. The heat you felt in your abdomen went lower, you felt it throb in the most delicious way. That throb only swelled when you glanced down at Sebastian’s pants, his erection pressing hard against the fabric. The thought of having caused it sent a thrill through you.

When you slipped off your bodice and revealed your breasts, he made his way towards you, not allowing this space between you anymore. Keeping your eyes on him as he approached, you swiftly pulled down your underskirts. His face turned pained seeing you fully naked before him, your most sensitive area exposed to him.

He stood before you, eyes darting all over you, not sure where they wanted to feast upon more. You didn’t mind that you were naked and Sebastian wasn’t. Those hungry looks of his had been more than enough to send you over the edge.

As you witnessed his eyes ardently roaming over you, you reached up and began undoing his tie, the rise and fall of his chest speeding up. You slid his tie off and went for his buttons, undoing them one by one.

It was such an intoxicating contradiction to witness, watching you take control in such a tender way. He narrowed his eyes at you as you slipped his shirt off, fingers brushing along his skin as you did so. You met his gaze and sensed he was wordlessly begging you to release his hard length from his pants.

Your lashes curtained your eyes as you looked down to undo his belt. He dared to touch you then, his fingers grazed your hips and he dragged them lightly up the sides of your torso. He held back, because the way he wanted to grab you, he was sure he’d leave bruises. You were so soft, almost like you were the most delicate thing he had ever touched, even though he knew full well you were far from it.

You undid his pants and looked back up at him. You were still for a moment and he wondered what was going through your head. Keeping your eyes on him, you gingerly grabbed at his length. You watched with delight as he hissed a breath through his teeth and shot his gaze down to your hand on him. You stroked your thumb across his tip and he almost collapsed.

He panicked when you released him and began walking away. He watched in stunned silence as you walked down the steps into the water and then dove in. You resurfaced and swam towards the faucets, turning them all off. His pants were hanging loose on his waist, his hard length teasing out of it.

“Are you coming in?” You asked without looking at him, continuing to turn off the remaining faucets, your nipples peeking out of the water every time you reached up.

His body finally kicked in to gear. He nearly fell over as he hopped on one foot to yank off one shoe, then switched sides, just as unsteady while taking off the other. His hands were shaky and quick pulling off his socks, he threw them to the side, not caring if he ever saw them again. Once he shoved down his pants, he joined you in the water, not nearly as graceful as you and causing much more splashing.

You giggled as you swam to meet him, pulling his face into a kiss. He treaded the water as you held him close to you, relishing the feel of your mouth on his, your breasts pressing against him. The water was slick on your skin, he was half tempted to swim back and just watch you exist, naked and dripping wet. But he didn’t want to leave this position, not yet.

Your hands slid down and rested on his freckled shoulders, reveling at his hard muscles there. He pulled back from the kiss slightly, wanting to look at your face. He cupped your jaw with one hand and dragged his thumb along your skin, watching the water droplets run down. He couldn’t believe this was happening, he had been in love with you for so long, and he had you with him like this. And in the prefects’ bathroom to top it off? If this was a dream, he’d absolutely die if he woke up.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked over your features, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Every look he gave you tonight had you melting.

“I want you to touch me.” You told him.

He was sure he was dreaming then, but he’d do everything in his power to not wake up. “I’m so glad.”

He grabbed your hand under the water and pulled you along as he swam towards the tub’s edge. He rested a hand on it to keep himself afloat. “Hold onto me.” He said. You complied, placing your hands back on his shoulders. His free hand remained under water, moving to your inner thigh, his fingers dragged up to your folds. He eyed you for your reaction, you nodded your head. The two of you looked down into the water at his hand, he ran his first finger through you, taking in the feel of it all. You dug your nails into his skin, it kept his member rock hard.

He had read books on sex before, but the boring ones. The ones with lifeless illustrations, education being the main purpose. He wasn’t completely ignorant of what was between your thighs, but he couldn’t truly know until he encountered it himself.

“Right there. Move your fingers on that spot.” Your whispered feedback had his insides reeling, and he threw out his plan to take his time feeling you.

“How should I - what do I -” He was eager to please but he'd be lying if he said he knew how.

You put a hand over his and guided him towards the top of your slit. You moved his fingers in short, up and down, rubbing motions at a quick pace. You already knew how to get yourself off from alone time in the showers, and you were earnest to have him take your place. His rough, warm fingers would feel so much better.

“Like that.” You panted. “Keep touching me like that.”

He furrowed his brows and bit his lip in concentration, all his focus going to his fingers, he was going to get this right if it killed him.

You held onto him for support as he moved against you, your peak was approaching much faster with his fingers instead of yours. His eyes darted up and down, going up to your face and then back down to your need.

You brought your hands up to his head and fisted his hair, he pressed his forehead against yours, keeping up his motions. You held him to you as your climax got closer and closer, wrapping one leg around his waist underneath the water. He was especially thankful being in the water then, it helped make the two of you more weightless. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold this strong other wise.

“I’m gonna - I’m -” He slammed his mouth onto yours to keep you quiet as he finished you off. Your muffled moan against his lips and your body spasming against his hand had him ravenous.

You pulled back from him to catch your breath, and you let your head fall against his shoulder. He held you close to him and rested his cheek against the top of your head. He wanted to make you feel that good all the time, wanted to be the only one who ever did.

You drifted back and put your hands on his chest. “Sit down.” You commanded, your breath still a bit uneven. You pushed him back gently through the water, towards the steps.

“Alright.” He responded, compliant and enamored. He kept his eyes on you as he swam backwards and sat, not wanting to miss a second of you.

He took a steadying breath as you settled your knees on either side of his legs, straddling him. He exhaled sharply when you gripped his length under the water, “Now tell me how to touch you.”

His brain couldn’t process your question. He was eye level with your chest and stared ahead with half-lidded eyes, the water droplets running down you were madness inducing. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping some water into his hand and smearing it across your chest to make you glisten even more in wetness.

“Seb.” You whimpered, gripping him tighter.

His glazed eyes looked up to yours. He was delirious, there was so much of you to look at and you were touching him in a place no one else had. Getting his hand to act since his mouth couldn’t, he followed your lead and guided you on what to do.

You wrapped your fingers around him and stroked up and down in the way he silently instructed. He leaned his elbows back on the steps and watched you, bewitched, as you fixated on his pleasure.

You propped one hand against his chest as your other worked up and down his shaft. “A bit faster.” He groaned. “That’s...” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Ah that’s it.” The sound of water sloshing along with your breathing echoed throughout the prefects’ bathroom, and he was nearing his peak faster than he wanted. Quickly, he leaned forward and removed your hand from him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked in a slight panic, he grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss to put you at ease.

“Nothing.” He reassured once he pulled back. He looked up at you with longing, tortured eyes and stroked your cheek. “Can I be inside you?”

Your insides set ablaze and you nodded your head. He swallowed thickly as you adjusted on top of him, positioning yourself over his length. His hands moved to your hips and he gripped tightly, looking down into the water at you two about to join.

He did everything he could to inwardly steady himself. “Right...” He breathed. “Now... When I’m about to finish, you need to uh...” Focus! He shot a hand through his wet hair quickly then placed it back on your hip. “You need to withdraw from me, alright?”

You nodded your head, just as frantic at the anticipation as he was. “I will.”

Ignoring your jittery nerves, you took him in your hand to guide his tip to your entrance. Slowly, you sunk yourself onto him, taking your time as you felt him stretch you out to fit deeper. You felt his body stiffen under you. With a throaty groan, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his forehead against your chest. You brought your hands up to the back of his head and held him close as you both breathed through it.

He wanted to be stuck in this position forever. The feel of your heat slowly enveloping him was unreal. You whimpered as you took more of him into you. He kissed the spot between your breasts, “Go slow. Go slow.” He whispered against your skin. The words were meant for him just as much as they were you.

His eyes squeezed shut briefly when you had him fully in you.

“I - I think I’m alright now.” You said, and could feel him nod against your chest.

You swallowed the dryness in your throat, and leaned back a bit to look down into the water. Catching your curious gaze at what it looked like being joined together was one of the most arousing things he had ever witnessed.

You thought back to how he wanted your hand to move on him, so you gripped his shoulders and moved your heat up and down his length.

His hands moved down from your hips to your bottom, groping roughly. He leaned back enough so he could watch you bounce on him, quicker and quicker as you became more accustomed to the feel of him inside you.

He was becoming unhinged at it all. The feel of your heat gliding along him, the movement of your dripping wet breasts, your nails digging into his shoulders, and the sound of your panting breaths mixed with his. His climax was coming fast.

“Ah I’m about to - Please don’t stop.” He could hardly speak, and his vision was getting blurry. He leaned forward to bite at your skin, he didn’t care where, anywhere. You arched your back at the feel of his teeth, and you knew he was nearing the edge. You withdrew yourself from him just enough to take him in your hand and he kept his hands on your ass. You stroked him fast to finish him off, but an urge to take him in your mouth took over. You broke away from his grasp and submerged your face under the water, wrapping your mouth around him.

“W - Wait,” He breathed heavily, “What are you - o - oh...” His words melted into grunts as his head fell back and he spilled into your mouth.

When you felt he was done, you swallowed him and went back up for air. Wiping the water from your face, you saw his eyes were wide at you and he was trying to catch his breath. It was the most exhilarating sight.

He didn’t know what possessed you to put your mouth on him, but he needed to figure it out so he could ensure it possessed you next time too.

A dreamy sigh left your lips and you laid back into the water, floating contently as you looked up at the ceiling. He leaned back on his elbows and watched you, his legs too wobbly to move anywhere. It was quite the way to bring seven years at Hogwarts to a close.

“You know I’m in love with you, right?” Despite the lighthearted wording, there was gravity in his delivery.

You went up straight in the water to look at him. Hiding your dopey smile, you submerged yourself until it was just your eyes peeking out at him.

Getting bashful himself, he leaned forward on his knees and rubbed at his face. “Yeah, you know.” He laughed breathily. He was all too proud seeing how flushed your cheeks were and knowing he was the cause.

You swam back to him until you were standing on the steps below him. Placing your hands on his knees, you leaned forward and kissed him. You pulled back, getting a good look at all of his freckles. “I thought it was obvious I'm in love with you too.”

He pulled you back onto his lap. Gripping your thighs, he claimed your mouth with a deeper kiss. You were both tired now. He just needed this last taste of you, this last feel of your wet skin on his before you separated.

He tore himself from you and looked into your sleepy eyes with his. “Bed?”

“Afraid so.” You sighed, getting up off his lap.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him with you out of the tub. Towels were aplenty in the prefect bathroom, and he grabbed one for you and him. As the two of you dried off, the exhaustion really kicked in. You gave each other sleepy smiles as you caught the other’s eye, trying to sneak glances as you put your uniforms back on.

He finished dressing before you did and went to help you with your last few buttons. “Stay with me in Feldcroft this summer. It’d mean the world to me if you did.”

You met his half-lidded eyes with yours, a lazy smile on your lips. “Of course, I will.”

He gave you one more lax kiss, then went to unlock the door. You picked up the demiguise moon and he opened the door for you.

“What in Merlin’s name?!” A younger prefect’s unwelcome voice knocked you two out of your magical haze.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and pushed you defensively behind him, keeping you hidden.

“Were you two in the prefects' bathroom? At the same time?! Don’t tell me you… in our bathroom!”

“I think you’re mistaken, we were just retrieving a demiguise statue for Mr. Moon, that’s all.” Sebastian grabbed the moon from your hand and walked up to the prefect, their height difference becoming very apparent when he came toe to toe and looked down his nose at him.

“B - But your hair’s wet! Both of you -”

“I’ll say it once more since it doesn’t seem like you heard me. You’re mistaken.” Sebastian repeated. “And if I hear any rumors about what you think happened, I’ll know who started them, won’t I? I only have a few weeks left here at Hogwarts, let’s see to it they go by smoothly, yeah?”

“F - Fine. Just get back to Mr. Moon straightaway and go to your dorms.”

He gave the prefect a couple solid pats on the cheek. “Attaboy.”

Grumbling, the prefect turned on his heel and left.

Sebastian returned to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and practically carrying you out of the faculty tower. “Were you trying to protect my honor back there?” You teased and could see he was biting back a cocky grin.

“I was. I could go back and scare him some more since you seem so pleased about it.”

He cackled when you smacked his arm. Sleepless nights weren’t so bad anymore.

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prythianpages · 1 year ago

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ACOSM | The Night she met Azriel

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: fluff/angst

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection of imagines that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on it, you can find the masterlist for it here. The song I pictured Valeria playing was Snowfall by Oneheart x Reidenshi. Also, I think Azriel is older than Rhys and Cass but for the sake of this fic, they are all the same age. They're all young kids in this imagine.

“Come on now, dear. It’s much too cold outside to stay out here.” Lady Yvaine said to the young boy behind her. She placed a gentle hand onto his shoulder and offered the boy a smile as she ushered him inside her house, making a note to buy him a proper coat for this bitter winter first thing tomorrow morning.

“Make yourself at home. I was just finishing up dinner before you arrived.” Lady Yvaine gave him a soft pat on the shoulder before disappearing down the hallway.

The boy stood in the foyer for a moment.

A beautiful sound –one he’d never heard before, resonated from somewhere in the house. The sound drew his curiosity in and he found himself stepping forward into what appeared to be the living room. His steps were slow and quiet, afraid that his intrusion would hinder the music. His shadows were pressed against his back–some hiding behind his wings and others curiously peeking over his shoulders.

Beautiful, they whispered into his ears.

That’s when he saw her.

The girl in the dark blue dress who was one with the music. Her back was straight but wings relaxed, eyes closed and legs crossed as they dangled over her seat. Her fingers glided easily over the keys of the grand piano before her, bringing each note to life with such care and tenderness. He remained silent, watching the scene before him in awe.

A sense of tranquil beauty filled the room. The song was a perfect embodiment of the serenity of the snow falling outside. It painted a picture of a peaceful winter landscape– a deep contrast to the dark and harsh camp outside.

When the song came to a gradual end, the girl finally opened her eyes. Her body grew still for a brief moment and the shadows wrapped around his shoulders tensed in nervous excitement.

She could sense him.

And then the girl was looking at him with blue eyes so deep they were violet. Breathtakingly beautiful. A quick sudden widening of her eyes occurred and he silently ordered his curious shadows to stay put, worry and fear washing over him. She was frightened–

He didn’t get to finish his thoughts as his shadows swarmed over to her, defiant against his orders and she giggled. He watched with pure shock etched onto his face as his shadows caressed her arms, eliciting another giggle. His shadows had never rushed toward someone else like this before.

And then the girl was smiling. At him.

“You must be the Shadowsinger.” She said.

“The Shadowsinger has a name, dear.” Lady Yvaine’s voice corrected the girl from the kitchen. “Azriel.”

“Azriel.” The girl repeated.

Azriel did not think he could hear anything prettier than the song she just played but at the sound of his name coming from her lips, he was proven wrong again.

Everything happened in a blur next. One moment he was standing alone at the entrance of the living room and the next, she was right in front of him with a wide smile. Her hand found his and he found himself holding his breath.

Her hand was soft and gentle. His hand was rough and harsh, permanently scarred by the cruelty of his own brothers. He worried as he held his breath if she would find his hands repulsive as most people did. But she paid no mind to it, happily dragging him toward her piano.

It was only once they were seated that he allowed himself to breathe again.

Friend, his shadows whispered in the same excitement as before as they returned to him.

Distracted by his shadows, he hadn’t realized she’d been staring at him the whole time, even as she began to play another song. A more joyful tune this time–one he recognized instantly as it was a popular tune of the Night Court. His gaze met her expectant one. His eyebrows knitted together. Why was she staring at him like that?

“Why aren’t you singing?” The girl asked.

Azriel blinked back at her. “I don’t sing.”

Now, it was her turn for her eyebrows to knit in confusion. “But you’re a shadowsinger.”

Laughter was quick to follow the awkward silence.

As he heard footsteps, Azriel looked up toward the stairs of the house. Two young boys, similar in age to him, ran down the steps. They both had dark hair, sun kissed skin and wings like his but their similarities ended there. One had short and neatly combed hair with eyes similar to the girl beside Azriel. The other had longer hair–barely past his chin–and it was messier than the boy’s in front of him. His eyes were also darker.

“By the Cauldron, Valeria!” The boy with similar eyes to the girl chuckled. They must be related, he thought. “Just because he is a shadowsinger doesn’t mean he sings.”

Valeria, Azriel repeated to himself in his head. What a pretty name.

Valeria sent the boy a vulgar gesture as she stood from her seat beside Azriel. Heat rose up to her cheeks as she turned to him again. “Perhaps, it’s your shadows that sing?”

Azriel couldn’t bring himself to reply. He did not want to lie to her but he also did not want to disappoint her. Sensing this, one of his shadows flew to one of the keys of the piano and pressed it randomly. Valeria’s face blushed deeper at the realization while the other two boys erupted into laughter.

“I’m sorry.” Azriel said.

“Don’t apologize for my sister’s stupidity.” The boy said in a playful warning tone. “You’ll quickly grow tired of it as unfortunately, she is always this embarrassing.”

“No, I must apologize.” Valeria said as she glared daggers at her brother. “Because my dear brother here is infuriating and you’ll quickly grow annoyed by the sight of him. His head is so big because it’s full of shi–”

“Children!” Lady Yvaine yelled at them. Her voice sounded closer this time. So that was their mother, Azriel confirmed to himself.

“Bed-wetter.”

Valeria gasped, sparing Azriel and the boy beside her brother a mortified look. He had promised not to tell anyone. “It was only one time! You–you, lint-licker!”

Azriel watched with wide eyes as the siblings continued to throw insults at each other, the distance decreasing between them with each one. The other boy came to stand next to Azriel and turned to him with an amused grin. “Don’t worry. The best part is yet to come.”

“I’m Cassian by the way,” the boy finally introduced himself.

“The best part?” Azriel couldn’t help but repeat in disbelief as he recalled the times he and his brothers would fight. Nothing good would come out of this…

Instead of answering Azriel, Cassian pointed toward the doorway that led to the kitchen and began to countdown. “3..2..1…”

“That is enough, you two!” A voice, Lady Yvaine’s, exclaimed in anger as she finally appeared with a wooden spoon in her hand. “Bonding time!”

The siblings let out a sound of protest.

“Now.”

Azriel watched as fear flashed in both of the sibling’s eyes at their mother’s tone. Without further protest, the two sat themselves on the floor, across from each other with their knees touching. Cassian seated himself on the piano bench next to Azriel, adjusting himself so their wings wouldn’t be touching.

“Rhysand,” their mother spoke. “You may begin.”

Rhysand let out a huff. He reluctantly reached out to grab for his sister’s hand. “Your eyes are pretty.”

Valeria rolled her “pretty” eyes. They were identical to Rhysand’s in shape but differed slightly in color. Valeria’s eyes were a deeper violet, appearing more purple than blue. Judging by the flicker of amusement that flashed within his violet orbs, she knew he was merely complimenting himself.

“I guess your hair is nice...today.”

Lady Yvaine shot them both a glare and if looks could kill, Valeria and Rhysand might’ve found themselves six feet under.

Valeria sighed. “While your head is big, I do not think it’s full of shit.”

Cassian snorted and Lady Yvaine winced at the curse word.

“I’m sure it’s filled with the burden of being the firstborn.” Valeria continued. “I know it’s not easy, which is why I admire your strength and perseverance. No matter how many times you get your as--butt kicked."

“Thank you, my dear sister.” Rhysand replied with a smile. Although there was a certain wittiness and mischief to her words, he recognized there was also truth and sincerity in them. A fine line Valeria walked. So he decided to continue in the sly banter to match his sister’s level, not daring to cross the line either.

Just enough as to not upset their mother further but also enough to leave her satisfied.

“I’m afraid I misspoke earlier.” Rhysand apologized. “You’re not embarrassing–at least not always. I do find myself admiring your curiosity. You’re really brave.”

Valeria’s lips curved upwards to mirror her brother’s smile. They turned to their mother, who gave them an approving nod after some moments of hesitance and contemplation. Exchanging a brief hug, the two got up to their feet.

Lady Yvaine chose to ignore Cassian’s protest of letting them get off the hook so easily. She was already embarrassed at the scene they caused in front of their guest.

“Alright, now before we have dinner, I want to formally introduce our new guest.” Lady Yvaine announced as she walked over to the piano bench. Her hands rested upon Azriel’s shoulders. “This is Azriel. His mother is a close friend of mine. She’s unable to be here at the moment so he will be staying with us for as long as he needs to.”

“Welcome, Azriel.” Rhysand said with a nod of his head.

“I hope we didn’t frighten you.” Valeria said with a timid smile, her shoulder bumping into Rhysand, who returned the gesture, with a gentle smile of his own.

“Come along now, children. It’s time for dinner.”

Cassian was the first to follow, falling into step with Lady Yvaine, eager to find what was for dinner tonight. Azriel watched in silence as Lady Yvaine patted Cassian’s head, chiding him over his messy, tangled hair. He groaned in protest, claiming that he had in fact brushed his hair this morning.

Rhysand and Valeria fell into step behind them, still shoving each other lightly and mumbling things to each other. Their laughter echoed the joy of their restored sibling bond. That no matter what, their bond would always remain unbreakable.

Something that Azriel didn’t have.

It struck something in him, bringing back to surface a familiar ache. An ache residing so deep within the core of his being. It was an emptiness that yearned to be filled. The same emptiness that provided a constant reminder of the absence of love and support in his life.

He told himself he would be okay, that the emptiness was a cruel friend of his.

But as he found himself captivated by Valeria’s laughter, he couldn’t help but play out what happened moments ago in his head again. From Valeria’s instant kindness, the way her eyes lit up at his presence, Lady Yvaine’s warmth and generosity, Cassian and Rhysand welcoming him to the way they had all accepted his shadows with no fear of them.

Rhysand looked back to Azriel, pulling him out of his thoughts with a knowing smile as he gestured for Azriel to follow them to the dining table.

There was the slightest curve to Azriel’s lips as he followed them. The first time he dared to smile in months–years, even. The ache still lingered deep in his chest but the emptiness was threatened.

While there was still a tinge of sadness in his heart, there was now a shimmer of hope.

Family? His shadows dared to whisper to him.

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