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illyrianbitch · 26 days

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What We Make of What We’re Made

Pairing: Acheron!Reader x Azriel

Summary: When Azriel overhears Feyre's concern about your transition to fae life, he agrees to check on you.

Warnings: mentions of previous trauma and hardship, fluff :)

Word Count: 3k

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“I’m worried about her, Rhys. Really worried.”

Although Feyre’s voice was quiet, Azriel could sense the worry that coated it from where he stood down the hallway, the sound of her voice leaking through the cracked door of Rhysand’s office. It was a quiet morning, lazy almost, as Azriel walked around the townhouse. His shadows danced along the walls next to him, matching the pace of his walking as he approached the open door.

“Worried about who?”

Feyre let out a small sound of surprise, turning her head towards where Azriel now stood, a delicate hand flying to place itself above her heart. Even with the time that passed, she never quite got used to how stealthy the shadowsinger could be, how easily he was able to quiet the sounds of his own footsteps with the lively shadows he called his own.

“Oh, Azriel,” Feyre said, giving him a small, soft smile. “Good morning.”

Az gave her a quick smile back, dipping his head ever-so-slightly in a gentle greeting. His gaze bounced between her and Rhys, who gave him a simple raise of his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

“Who are you worried about?” Azriel asked again.

Rhys and Feyre exchanged a meaningful glance, and then Feyre let out a small sigh, turning to look at Azriel once more. There was a small furrow in her brow as she fiddled with her fingers.

"Y/n," she confessed.

Azriel’s face softened, his mouth turning into a small downturned frown. He felt a subtle shift in his shadows, as if they had responded to the sound of your name. Faintly, he felt their airy, cool, touch on his body as their large mass rose up his arms. He felt them settle at his shoulders, perched— alert, almost– as if they, too, were attuned to the conversation.

"I see.”

"Feyre is concerned that she may be having a harder time becoming fae than she has let on," Rhysand explained.

The crease between Azriel’s brows grew deeper as his gaze flickered between the two before him.

"Why?”

Feyre sighed again, giving a small shrug. There was a certain look in her eyes, a look that Azriel traced back to the day the King of Hybern turned you and your sisters into fae— forced you into fae. It was a look he was familiar with, one he often wore himself: guilt.

It was no secret that Feyre felt responsible for what had happened to you and your sisters. Although she spent those first few months away, Feyre felt it in her heart, the struggle you had all experienced. And she felt the guilt even deeper knowing that she wasn’t there to help. She didn’t hide it as well as she thought she did, that certain fear that she clung to of her sisters never truly forgiving her for what she felt was a personal betrayal. Or, perhaps, Azriel was just too good at his job.

"I've barely seen her,” she said, “I know that Nesta and Elain are having a difficult time, but at least I can see them. Be near them—as much as Nesta may hate it."

Azriel blinked. And then an unfamiliar feeling began to gnaw at his heart. Feyre was right. You hadn’t been around recently. Az had noticed, of course, as he tended to keep track of those in his circle, of the people he was expected to protect— at least to a degree. And you had, indeed, been gone more often than you were home.

In fact, he struggled to remember the last time you sat with them for longer than a few minutes before rushing off. With a small exhale, Azriel sent a few of his shadows down his body and out the door, pushing them to check your bedroom and report back to him regarding anything that might be of use.

“Well, maybe we could send Azriel to check on her?”

The sound of Rhysand’s voice called Azriel’s attention back to the conversation, and he cleared his throat in hopes that the motion would clear his mind as well.

Feyre's eyes widened slightly as she brushed a gentle hand across Rhysand’s forearm, turning to look at Azriel with a faint smile. "That's a great idea. You've been so sweet to Elain, Az. Maybe you could help Y/n, too. Would you mind?"

Her voice held a note of hope and Az found himself nodding gently.

"Of course not," He replied, "But if she's struggling, am I really who she would want to see?"

Rhysand frowned slightly before looking down at his mate. But Feyre simply shook her head, offering a reassuring smile as she said, "I think you'd be a breath of fresh air.”

"And you could get a better read of where she's at,” Rhysand added, “Maybe how we can help.”

Azriel nodded once more. In the same moment, he felt a few of his shadows return, slowly snaking up his legs to join the mass near his shoulders. Your room was empty, as it turned out, and the bed was cold. Wherever you had gone, you’d left quite a while ago— and you left no notice of where it was that you were running off to.

"I'll find her," Azriel affirmed. With a final nod to Rhysand and Feyre, he turned and left the room, his shadows trailing behind him.

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It was nearing the later months of the year now, and there was a cool breeze that filled the air, not quite chilly enough to make him shiver, but enough of a nip to make the warmth of his leathers comforting. Azriel loved this time of year, loved the way the breeze kissed his cheeks and how refreshing it felt against his wings. It was a good time of year, a time to take a breath and prepare to start new— he quite loved the second part, the promise of a new start, of a chance to be better than who he was before.

Az slowly walked along the Sidra, his wings carefully and neatly tucked into his back. His posture was lazy, a small hunch in his shoulders as scanned his surroundings. He made himself as small as possible, not wanting to take up too much space, or worse, scare those around him. Specifically, he didn’t want to scare you if he happened to come across you.

But that was proving difficult at the moment. In truth, Az didn’t know where to look. His shadows were on alert, told to seek out any sign of you, any indication of where you might have disappeared to. He thought of all the quiet places nearby, of the corners in Velaris that may provide some darkness to shrewd in. But nothing quite came to mind. He let his thoughts wander as he continued his path.

Azriel felt guilty.

Sure, you weren’t his responsibility, but you were part of his family now— a sister of Feyre, of his High Lady. You were his to protect. And while Cassian had been working with Nesta, or attempting to and being shot down, Az had been tiptoeing around Elain when he wasn’t assessing the court for any more help needed for post-war rebuilding. Things had been quiet recently. And he had assumed, apparently wrongfully so, that you and your sisters would be able to properly acclimate now, to learn how to live as fae. He couldn’t speak much for Nesta, as she had distanced herself as soon as she could, but Elain— Elain had made slight progress. She was moving around the house, tending to her garden.

But you. You, he had not truly analyzed. There had been Nesta’s anger, Elain’s helplessness and utter fear, and you…. you had been silent. And ever since, you’d found something to busy yourself with— perhaps some distraction from the pain you’d forced yourself to deal with alone, he thought.

He should have kept a better eye. He had failed you, had failed his family.

He felt the faint, cool tug on his body, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Azriel clenched his teeth in frustration, stopping in his tracks as he looked down at his shadows once more, watching as few slithered towards the edge of the shops that lined the Sidra, the other shadows dancing around his wrists as if enticing him to follow.

He attempted to call them back, reel them in like energetic children, but they refused, continuing to veer off course and drawing his attention to a particular figure seated outside a quaint cafe. He threw the female a quick glance, taking in her sapphire coat and her hair tucked within it. He looked down at his shadows.

Stop it, Az scolded. Stay on track. Find Y/n.

But yet again, his shadows danced in between the cobblestoned roads towards the female.

She sat with her back to Az, her laughter ringing out like a melody amidst the chatter of the busy street. She was engaged in conversation with, who Az assumed was, the cafe owner, her gestures animated as the two talked.

Azriel paused. And then the female was moving her hands to her neck, lifting her hair and freeing it from where it lay underneath her coat. Instantly, a small breeze kissed Azriel’s nose, and he was hit with a scent of sweetness that had his wings falling slightly limp behind him.

It smelled like…you?

He slowly moved forward, brows furrowed together as he approached the female from behind.

The shop owner's conversation faltered as she took in Azriel's approaching figure, the words she had been speaking instantly dying off her tongue. Her eyes went wide for a moment before her face softened, and she offered a polite nod of acknowledgment.

From in front of him, you turned around, your head tilting up to meet Azriel’s eyes instantly.

And then you smiled.

His confusion deepened as he watched you, his previous expectations shattered by the sight of what Azriel could only describe as…joy.

“Azriel!” You said, “What are you doing here?”

Azriel’s eyes flickered between you and the shop owner as he swallowed.

“I-” He hesitated for a moment. His shadows danced around him. Happy, Joy, Content. “Feyre sent me.”

Your face fell into a small frown and you turned your head to face the shopkeeper once more.

“It was so nice talking with you, Liena,” you said softly, “And thank you so much for the treats.”

You motioned to a small empty plate before you, and the female smiled at you, leaning forward to grab it with her small hands. “Please come by anytime. We’re glad to have you here.”

You smiled at her, watching as she retreated back into her quaint little shop. Then, you turned to look up at Azriel once more.

“Feyre sent you?” You asked, “For me?”

Az nodded, eyes quickly flickering down to where his shadows seeped to trail near your ankles, he clenched his jaw slightly as he urged them to return, a sense of heated embarrassment filling his body— a sensation he wasn’t used to. Had never felt before, really.

“She's worried about you,” he finally managed to reply.

Az took a step back as you pushed your chair out, gently standing up and turning to face him. There was a gentle smile on your face, but your brows were furrowed as you stared at him through dark lashes. You brought your hand to your chest, hovering it over your heart. Just as Feyre does, Azriel noted. One and the same.

“She is?”

There was a trace of concern in your voice, but it wasn’t in the way he had expected. You seemed concerned that Feyre was worried— concerned as if she had no reason to be worrying at all. Azriel took a moment to scan your features, taking in your face, the way you stood, the clothes that adorned your figure.

You were beautiful, Azriel knew this. He had noticed it when he first met you and your sisters, standing with his brothers and Feyre. But comparing that female he first met to the one that now stood before him… the similarities were almost hard to find. You were glowing. There was a pink tint that coated your cheeks, the faint blush that painted your skin from the cool breeze. Your skin was full of color that had been missing those first few weeks after you’d been Made, and you wore a gentle smile that held a heavy warmth to it.

Happy, Joy, Content.

“She is,” he responded, “You’ve been gone a lot recently. She was concerned that you were struggling with being fae.”

You blinked, your mouth falling open slightly as you took in his words, and then your brows furrowed deeper.

“Oh my gods,” you said quietly, “I didn’t realize what Feyre might think.”

You let out a small sigh, gently tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. Azriel simply looked at you, his mind drawing blanks of what he could say. He couldn’t form the right words, at least not while his energy was being spent on pulling his shadows away from your body and back into his.

‘I know my sisters are struggling. And I was too,” you quickly added, “but I woke up one day and suddenly the sunshine seemed brighter and its rays were warmer, and all the sounds around me were more melodic than I’d ever heard.”

You stopped for a moment, grabbing a strand of your hair in your hands to twirl between your fingers before you continued. “I don’t know how else to describe it. And I didn’t want to be so happy around them. It felt wrong— like if I was betraying them somehow, for enjoying what we had been forced to become. So I stayed out of the house. At least, at the beginning. But now?”

You stopped again, but this time you made a soft gesture with your hand to your surroundings, too lost in your words to notice how a single shadow managed to hover around your extended hand. Azriel kept his gaze on you, unwavering and focused as you smiled once more, a small laugh leaving your lips. Without noticing, the corners of his lips turned up at the sound.

“Azriel, this city is beautiful. I would have never been able to experience something like this as human. We were unhappy, simply existing rather than living. But here? The food, the music, the energy.”

You fiddled with your hands as you shook your head gently, the smile never leaving your face.

“What happened to my family, to Nesta, to Elain, to Feyre,” you said, moving closer to look up at him. “It was cruel. And it wasn’t beautiful. But what I make of myself after it? That can be beautiful.”

There was something about the words that you spoke, how genuine your face was as you stared at him, that made Azriel’s heart clench. He felt silly, truly, for the sudden rush of emotion that washed over him like a tidal wave. You were happy, thriving even, and you’d been too worried about your sisters to share the joy. It was a different kind of selflessness than what he’d grown accustomed to seeing, a kind that he’d only seen in one other recently— your sister. His High Lady.

Happy, Joy, Content. His shadows sang once again. Happy, Joy, Content.

“I’m sorry Feyre sent you all this way for nothing. “

“No,” Azriel quickly said, much faster than he intended to. His gaze casted down towards the outstretched hand that he had instinctively placed on your shoulder. He quickly retracted it, not failing to notice the small frown that passed through your features. “It wasn’t a waste.”

You gave him a small laugh. “Well, anyways. I’m sorry for spewing that all onto you like some sick toddler. Thank you for coming to find me. It was very sweet.”

You cleared your throat, taking a step back.

“Please let Feyre know I’m alright and that I’ll be back tonight. But I’d like to explore a bit more. The weather is perfect today. Something about how…” You trailed off for a moment, looking up at the skies above you, closing your eyes for a second as a trail of wind swept past your face.

“The way the breeze kisses your cheeks?” Azriel said, his voice quiet and unsure. Where those words came, and what overcame him to say them, he wasn’t sure. But he didn’t feel like questioning them— not now, anyways.

You opened your eyes and looked at him once more. “Yes. Exactly.”

A small cool touch drew your attention down to your feet, your eyes watching as small, opaque tendrils of black shadows danced between you and Azriel. You admired them for a moment, and Az took in how excited your eyes were as you traced their motions.

“Well,” you said, straightening yourself up. “Thank you again for coming to find me. I’ll let you get back to your day.”

You gave a small nod before you were turning yourself around and walking towards the lively streets. As Azriel watched his shadows trail after you, he found himself calling out to your retreating form, “Y/n.”

You stopped. And then you turned to face him, arms now crossed against your chest. You tilted your head as he gave you a small, almost unsure, smile.

“Would you like me to show you around?”

You paused for a moment, as if you were considering the offer. He felt a flicker of fear in his gut, a new sense of embarrassment at the idea of you rejecting him. Perhaps he had intruded on your newfound freedom, placed himself where he shouldn’t be. But it was only an offer, was it not? And-

His thoughts died down as you smiled at him, your cheeks raising at the movement.

“Well then, what are you doing standing all the way over there for? I expect a full tour.”

Azriel let out a small chuckle, a fluttering sensation filling his chest as he followed the trail his shadows led to you.

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acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies · 3 months

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hauntedwitch04 · 6 months

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Candles and fire

Nyx Acheron x reader

Words: 0.7k words

Warnings: none, just fluff and idiots totally in love with each other, some burnt pots

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🎃Halloween party 🎃

DAY 7: “Love I swear if you light another candle our house may go on fire.”

You don't really know where your passion for candles comes from, you just know that one day you tried to get a packet of them, to decorate your home, smelling of cinnamon, and from that day your life totally changed.

The one you have today, often your friends and family, call it almost a disease, since every time you enter a store selling candles you have to be careful not to spend your entire salary and that of your mate, Nyx.

Ironically, the two of you actually met while you were looking for new candles to light in the fall and he was looking for a gift for his Aunt Nesta, who like you had discovered the power of candles and had made it a point to light one every time she read or embroidered. Seeing you so knowledgeable Nyx had thought well to ask your advice and one thing led to another you found yourselves on your fifth date on the largest and most beautiful deck in Velaris, gazing at the moon and stars when the bond clicked for both of you, and from there the rest is history.

You enter the house after a difficult day spent in your library, which is located in one of the most beautiful places in the Rainbow, when you are presented with a scene that you do not know whether to call heavenly or hellish. The home you share with your love is strewn with candles, and their vision sways between an angelic vision to the flames of hell.

"Nyx?" You ask, entering the house paying attention to where you put things down or where you walk. You get to the kitchen and see your mate busy with something at the stove. It probably must not be going the way he wants because you hear him cursing as he moves pans and pots off the stove, some with smoke and flames coming out, others with foam. You can't help but laugh at that scene, but in doing so you are discovered by your husband, who turns around. Nyx, seeing you, his eyes immediately light up.

"Love! You're back already!" The boy says happily, only to look around and immediately guilt shows in his expression. "I'm sorry, I wanted to try to surprise you: candlelight dinner, but I guess the only thing I'm good at is lighting candles and pots and pans on fire." He comments as he walks over to you and hugs you, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.

"About this: love I swear if you light another candle our house may go on fire. I love candles, but I wouldn't want us to turn into skewers." You say and Nyx can't help but laugh as she presses her nose into your hair, breathing in the smell of your favorite shampoo.

"You think so?" The prince of the night asks amused, as he looks around again. "I'm really sorry though, for once I try to do something for you. I really am a terrible mate." Says Nyx, ducking down and hiding her face in the crook of your neck.

You stroke the back of his head, then force him to look into your eyes.

"Hey, cut the crap! You're the best mate a woman could ever want, you're handsome, funny, kind, good in bed, smart in short I think there are people who would kill to be loved by you even for a few minutes, and just because you couldn't get something done today doesn't mean you're any less perfect than everyone already knows you are." You say, leaving him a series of kisses all along his face in the process. "How about we make something together instead? It's been a long time since we've done that." You propose and immediately see his eyes light up, and he nods, as he takes you in front of the stove again, and amid laughter, kisses, and maybe something more, you finally manage to prepare something, and it doesn't even matter if it's the best thing in the world, because the only thing that really matters are the moments you've shared with the person you love.

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shi-daisy · 6 months

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Chapter 13 and 14 have me reeling omg ma'am! 😭 The fluff 💗 the twists😱 the smut 🥵 We been blessed! I love how Tamlin is finally getting his healing arc/found family/Lucien romance because the way you write our boy is so cuteeeee!!! The flashbacks were adorable, Lucien is so handsome and adorable and I need both of them to be happy and cherished forever. Goodbye SJM canon this is what's canon for me now!

Few questions tho, given that you've named all the other 'nameless' characters like the Vanserra family, Tamlin's family, and other secondary characters is there are a reason why you haven't named Rhysand's family? Like is it because you're looking for a fitting name or a story reason?

Also, given that the new Dusk Court is seemingly a mix of Greece and Japan do you have headcannons for the other courts? What would Spring, Autumn or Winter be?

Finally I can't wait to see more of the Njght Court rebellion. After the whole Dusk reveal I'm excited to see their reactions and maybe backstory, and them with the Valkyries because Gwyn and Lunara would be such a cute friendship. Also Grim is best boy I love this man he's had one scene and now I need a prequel we stan himbo dad warrior in this house! He's what Cassian should've been!

Speaking of, Nesta needs to come back and read everyone for filth! Book 2 might be all about her but she so fun to read here too, especially as Tam's sister (they'd be cute as a ship too but platonic siblings Nestlin is life)

Anyway so sorry for the long message, I love your fic and I'm cheering you on! 💗

Aaaaaaaaa!!!! Anon c'mere and let me hug you! You're so sweet! Thank you so much!!! 🥰🥰🥰 it's been a joy to write this fic and while I already loved Tamlin and Lucien both as individuals and as a ship before, thanks to the fic they've gone up to otp status in my heart. I'm so excited to keep bringing you my boys and their adventures be it sweet and fluffy or high stakes.

Okay so to answer your questions, the reason I haven't named Rhysand's family (or the other bat boys family) is less interesting that twist a or story and has more to do with spite. I am spiteful AF when it comes to the page hogging bats and I refuse to give them any once of development or thought other than antagosnist. So I have zero intention of naming any of those characters because I know SJM would grant them names before the Acheron parents or the Vanserras or any other more important character. So no, I'm just a petty spiteful slug in that case. Sorry to disappoint.

Glad to hear you cought the Greece/Japan mix invented for Dusk. Given that Night seems to be based on Greece along with Middle East at least from what little world building we were shown I thought it would be cool to have them have Greek influence due to Night's colonization but also retain the Japanese inspired culture and aesthetic that was theirs before their fall. I have some ideas for the other courts but these are just headcanons.

Spring- Scottland, France

Summer- Kingdom of Hawaii, Polynesian, Caribbean

Autumn- Spain, Ireland

Winter- Russia, Norway, Korea

Day- Madagascar, Kenya, Roman Empire

Dawn- India, China, Vietnam

Dusk- Japan, Greece, England (Gothic period)

Night- Greece, Middle East

You shall get more Night Court rebellion content soon, I love this group and trust me you haven't met them all yet, lots of peeps want Rhys gone. Gwyn and Lunara will be good pals don't you worry, priestess stick together and I really want more Gwyn she is a delight. Seriously considering a prequel with them at some point.

Funny you mention Grim, he's the favorite so far out of the Rebellion oc's and while I love this precious edgy himbo he is not of my creation @maplesamurai made him as an NPC for one of our D&D campaigns and I've been obsessed with him since then (that version of him and of D&D Lunara are also a couple, mates in every universe baby!) So thank him for the best boy and best himbo. Cassian's got nothing on the best dilf!

Nesta too will get more page time, I'm just keeping from adding too much before her own book, while her healing is mostly happening offscreen and she will be stable by the time of book 2 girlie will have stuff to deal with later that I need to put off for now, but do expect her to get a good moment along with the rest of the squad. Also yes platonic Nestlin for life! They'd be an awesome ship, but as siblings they're a winning combo. Eris look out Nesta now has an older brother to keep an eye on ya once you're official!

Don't ever worry about long questions anon, I live for comments and asks and any attention so I'm absolutely delighted that you sent me this and so grateful you love my silly fix it fic! Thanks so much and I hope I've answered your question! 💙

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years

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Hey! Can I request and ACOTAR Nyx x Fae!Reader where they don’t like eachother but after in the middle of an argument (with a lot of tension) the mating bond clicks for Nyx and he runs off. They the resolve it and admit they actually like eachother as well as the mating bond clicking for the reader.

It would be great if it had fluff a hint of angst - smut is up to you, don’t do it if your uncomfortable. Thank you <3

Amantium irae amoris integratio est

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love

Nyx x Reader

Words: about 3.1k words

Warnings: mention of blood, cussing, ANGST, a little bit of smut at the end

Author’s note: Hi! I really liked your idea, and it came to my mind this oneshot. It came out longer than I thought it was. Hope you like it!

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It’s been years since I started training with the Valkirias. I was really young at the time, and I was alone, while now I have a family. I’m an Illyrian, and I lived in a small village near Windhaven, in a small house with my family: my parents and my two sisters. I was the older one and I usually helped my mother with the housekeeping. One night someone entered our house and killed my parents. My mother screamed at me to hide my sister and I, before getting killed. I never managed to get out of my mind the blood that seeped out of my mother’s neck, after that man slipped her throat. The village leaders never investigated who did it, and we unfortunately hadn't seen his face. We went to live with our aunt, who always lived in our village, not far from where we were. She was terrible, doing everything but treating us with love and respect. Years went by, I accepted the abuse of that terrible woman in order to have a house to live in, if not for me at least for my sisters, until my first bleeding came, which marked the end of everything. My aunt wanted to clip my wings off, following Illryrian traditions, however fortunately he was able to escape into the woods with my sisters before he succeeded. The men of the village chased us and after a real hunt in the woods they managed to kill my sisters. I couldn't even run, taking their bodies with me, so I had to leave them there. I had never felt dirtier in my life than the moment I stopped the blood soaked bodies of my little sisters on the ground as I ran through the trees. To this day I still feel guilty for that act, for not being a good enough sister, for letting them die.

I eventually arrived in Windhaven, sweaty and covered in blood, and I wasn't looking where I was going when I was met by none other than General Cassian and his wife Nesta. Immediately she had fallen to her knees before them, praying for their help. The woman had knelt down next to me and asked me what had happened, so I had tried to tell her the story through sobs and tears. She looked at me with compassion, while her husband seemed to become increasingly angry with my attackers. As soon as I had finished telling the story, the same men from the woods who had followed me had emerged from the forest, claiming the right to cut off my wings. The General had kindly told his wife to take me inside to a house not far away, and to give me some water and clean clothes. As the woman and I walked towards that building I heard the cries of pain of those men, so I tried to turn around but she held me down with an arm on my shoulder, telling me not to look. Since that day I have been under the protection of Nesta Acheron and her husband Cassian.

After a few months, Nesta had taken the ride of training me with the Valkyrie, saying a little coaching wouldn't hurt. Now I'm one of the strongest warriors, and every night I dream of the day when I'll be able to return to the place where I was born and avenge my family, but for now there are too many ghosts inhabiting my past. In addition to training me, Nesta had also taught me how to read and write. I always saw her as a mother figure, as she always treated me as if I were her own daughter, and this was noticed and appreciated by the other members of the Dream Court, who liked to see her so loving and kind to someone. The only one who didn't appreciate her attention for me was Nyx, who was previously her aunt's ward, who now saw his position taken away by me.

Nyx is a little older than me, but that certainly doesn't make him act any more mature, as he seems to be a five year old during our discussions, which happen very frequently. I can't deny that he's an attractive guy, with his purple eyes and black hair with purple highlights, like his father's, but it drives me crazy when he always wants to be right about everything, or he starts insulting me just because he's jealous that I'm better at something. There's always been a bit of rivalry between us, and Nesta seems to like that because it keeps us focused on doing our best, even if it often leads to fights or arguments between us.

Azriel and Cassian seem to like it too, because every time they send us on a mission or make us train together, but after the last time Rhysand forbade the use of weapons while we are both around, because in a moment of anger I passed the blade over Nyx's head, making him understand that if I wanted to hit him I would have done it, but it was a little too close and I ended up spiking his hair.

But back to today.

"No, I refuse to go on a mission with her. That's all I'll say." says Nyx getting up from the table after Cassian announced a new mission, which only he and I have to participate in.

"Stop complaining boy. This is your father's and my choice, and if I were you I wouldn't upset him after yesterday's recent events." Affirms the General.

"I've already apologized to him five times for breaking that pen, he won't still be mad at me I hope! It was a fucking pen!"

"Language Nyx, try to keep it appropriate to where we're talking." Nesta picks it up, sitting next to her husband. She tries not to laugh at Nyx's face in being taken back by her aunt, but I can't and it draws the boy's attention to me.

"I wouldn't laugh too hard if I were you, since you talk worse than I do. You use more swear words than words to speak."

"At least I don't get picked up by my aunt. I know when to say them or not." I respond by sticking my tongue out at him.

"See, I can't go on a mission alone with her, I'd end up killing her before I got home."

"Funny how you think you can kill me, like I'm not better at it than you are, and not kill you first."

"And since when are you better than me?"

"Well I think the last workout with Az speaks for itself..."

"I was tired ok, and then I was anxious, I felt pressured."

"I bet you use the same excuse with the girls you sleep with."

"You damn little bitch-"

"Stop it!" Cassian shouts in exasperation. "You're going on that damn mission, and you're leaving now, and I never want to hear another word out of you. Either of you."

We huff at the same time then leave the room, to go get our thing ready to leave when I hear Nesta say something.

"Amantium irae amoris integratio est."

"What does that mean?" Cassian asks in a curious tone.

"The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love. Those two are in love, and I can't wait for them to figure it out."

I hear Cassian burst out laughing and whisper something back to her that I can't quite make out. I dwell on those words and start to think about how I feel about Nyx, and slowly I find myself realizing that Nesta is right unfortunately, as usual. What I thought were jokes and teasing I find myself realizing are nothing more than my way of showing a feeling I was unaware of. I wonder if he also felt what Nes said or not.

After a short while we are ready to take off and leave. The mission lasted a few days, and we managed to return victorious, although I was wounded as we were running away. The soldier was about to hit Nyx, but I managed to move him in time, but instead of him I took the hit. After this incident the boy immediately transmuted us home to the family river house in the lobby. I don't even have time to take a breath that immediately Nyx starts screaming in anger and fear.

"You're crazy! Do you realize what you've done! Damn Y/N, look at the wound, you could die!"

"Calm down, it's nothing, it's just a little scratch." I reply with the same anger, disguised as meekness.

"If it's a joke just know it's not funny, you're fucking hurt. I can protect myself, you didn't have to."

"There's nothing worse than a man's wounded pride."

"Y/N it's not a joke, you're bleeding, you had absolutely no right to do something like that."

"Yes I did, I totally had the right."

"Why? Why did you have to make of something so stupid."

"Because too many people have already died in front of my eyes. I watched my sisters die in front of my eyes, while I did nothing, instead I ran away, leaving their bodies there. I saw my mother die in front of my eyes, without me being able to do anything. So I'm sorry if this time I decided to react, to do something, instead of watching you suffer and hurt, I'm really sorry Nyx. I really am a bitch for that." I say starting to cry, falling to my knees on the hall carpet as I press a hand to my injured side. I see the High Lady in the library doorway watching the scene in silence, waiting for a response from her son. I see Nyx's eyes widen as she stares at me, then takes a step towards me, then freezes as if she's thinking about what to do next.

"Take care of her, call Madja, I have to go." She finally says, to run out the front door. Feyre immediately comes next to me, asking me how I'm doing, as I see Nesta look at me, then walk out of the library where she was before, and follow her nephew.

Nyx's Pov

I run through the streets of Velaris, passing by people, some greeting me, some trying to talk to me, but I'm too lost in my thoughts.

Bond. Y/N is my mate.

God how stupid I am, it was so obvious, but of course I never figured it out. Part of me has always been in love with her, but was always afraid to admit it. I walk until I find myself in front of my favorite fountain, the one that Nesta used to take me to when I was a kid, and she would tell me that anytime she felt lost or needed to get lost on something she would come here. I'm sitting on the edge and starting to think about whether or not I should tell the girl I love about the bond, when a familiar voice blows me out of my head.

"I knew I'd find you here. You were an asshole for leaving her there , you know that right? If you weren't my nephew I would have killed you by now. You're lucky I love you."

"I know, Aunt Nes, I know, but...I was...I was scared." I say, deciding to be honest with her.

"You haven't called me that since you were little. What were you afraid of?"

"Earlier, while we were in the hallway...well the bond clicked...Y/N is my mate. I was scared of ...everything: of seeing her there on the ground hurt, of the feelings exploding in my chest, of the way I suddenly couldn't do without her...and of her rejection."

"Don't be stupid, why would she reject the bond?"

"Because she hates me, come on it's obvious."

"You men are idiots...she loves you, and she knew it even before you did, Why do you think she preferred to take that hit instead of you? In love sometimes you do stupid things, and this is definitely one of those things. "

"I should talk to her."

"Definitely. Come on move, go get your woman. Finally my ship is about to come true."

I laugh and nod. I get up from the edge of the fountain, give her a quick hug, and head as fast as I can toward the house on the river. I see my mother standing in the doorway looking at me angrily, stopping her before she can say anything to me.

"I know, I know I've been an asshole, where is Y/N, I need to talk to her."

"She asked that I take her to her apartment after Madja treated her."

"Thanks mom, I'll explain later what happened. Better, have Aunt Nes explain it to you, I'm sure she'll be more than happy to tell you the story."

I start running through the city streets again, this time happily, as I make my way to my beloved's house.

Y/N's POV

I've just been lying in bed when I hear someone knocking on the front door. I asked the High Lady to take me to my house, a small apartment in the penthouse of a building in downtown Velaris, so I wouldn't have to meet Nyx again, knowing he would be home soon. I don't want to see him right now, after I spat some of my deepest fears at him, and he ran away without a word.

I get up and go to answer the door, and of course who do I see? The one person I don't want to see at all.

"Please before you close the door in my face, give me at least two minutes to talk to you and apologize, then I may never even see myself again." Says the boy in front of me.

"I already know I'm going to regret this, but if there's one thing Nesta taught me...it's that you don't give people second chances, goodbye."

"Please, please, one minute. All I ask, one minute, then I'm gone."

I think about the proposal for a moment, then open the door to let him in, and nod. He quickly enters the apartment, and turns to me as I close the door.

"How are you?" he asks, trying to test the waters.

"Fifty-six seconds."

"Okay, okay I'm moving. First of all I would like to apologize for running off like that earlier, I didn't mean to offend you and no one asked me or forced me to come here. If that's the question, I came here on my own. Second, I would like to apologize for being insensitive earlier. You confessed one of your biggest fears and I looked at you like you told me what your favorite color was.

"Wow...you're not Nyx, what have you done with him? In case you don't tell me, I much prefer this version."

"Ha ha very funny Y/N, really funny."

I laugh at his response, and see him smile at my reaction.

"Now comes the tricky part."

"Or was this one easy for the proud Nyx? Is apologizing easy?"

"You really do have such a low opinion of me darling." At this pet name I feel butterflies flutter in my stomach. I'm screwed. I feel something snap inside me, a strange feeling pervades me and I immediately understand. The mating bond. He is my mate. This feeling spreads throughout my body, and the only thing I want to do is kiss him.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this, but I'm going to do it anyway, because it's too much of a burden to carry. I'm in love with you Y/N, and I've only been an idiot to treat you like this all this time, but I was afraid that you would never reciprocate my feelings and make fun of me, or you would reject me and that would destroy me. After today I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to confess my feelings to you before something even worse than what happened today happened to you, and then I felt the bond snap and I knew it was time to tell you how I feel. You can hate me now, but at least I told you how I feel. I love you...please don't kill me."

I freeze at his words, then laugh weakly as I get closer, and I see his confused expression.

"You really are an idiot you know. I love you too, why do you think I chose to save you over me? Why do you think I'm always so jealous of the girls you date? I'm possessive of my stuff, especially my mate. "

"I may be an idiot, but at least I'm your idiot."

"Hurry up idiot and kiss me."

It's the best kiss of my life. His lips are soft, and warm against mine. I run my hands through his hair, and I smell a scent of rain and canella that makes my nostrils invade. He holds me by my hips, close to him, as we slowly find ourselves backing up to the kitchen, where I grab a chocolate chip cookie and pulling away from him slightly, put it in his mouth. He looks at me, wondering with his gaze if I'm convinced of what I'm doing.

I nod, so he eats it. Right after he kisses me again, and this time I can also taste the chocolate on his lips. We approach my bedroom, as he begins to lightly kiss my neck and bite my ear. This gesture causes me to let out a soft moan of pleasure, as my hands move around trying to get his shirt off, and he tries to unhook my bra, before falling onto the bed. We make love all night, being careful not to hurt me, accepting the mating bond and his animal passion, and then fall asleep in each other's arms at dawn, content, satisfied, and in love.

Bonus

Nesta's pov

I smile to see that Neither Nyx nor Y/N is present at practice this morning. I turn to my mate, who has a rather confused look on his face.

"Where are those two? They didn't kill themselves did they?" He asks, and I in response shrug, saying.

"Who knows." I look at Azriel and smile in satisfaction as he rolls his eyes, saying "I knew I shouldn't have bet on the two of them with you."

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