Hybern: Then who is the one who can't stop talking about how beautiful you are ? Or how melodic your laugh is or whenever he enters a room he always looks for you first because, according to him, your presence alone brings him peace and how that damn smile can make him feel this whole zoo in his stomach and he can't help but imagine how it feels like to kiss those lips and don't get him started with those eyes
Hybern: We had enough, so we didn't let him get started with those eyes
Cassian: Oh my god, they have Azriel!
Y/N: *looks at rhys* Now, if you get him back, I'll have a lover
Feyre: So none of you is concerned that hybern literally has azriel?
Cassian: Knowing him, he let them catch him so he can make someone confess his love for y/n cause he's too scared to do it himself
Hybern: He used us as wingman?
Rhys: Yeah. Just finish talking to him he is on his way home
Azriel: I am the feared toture master of the High Lord of Night, with dark shadows surrounding me, daggers hidden beneath my pillows and a big hunting knife strapped to my belt.
Eris: And your quite cute when you are angry. Come here and cuddle me, my little bat.
Cassian *dropping someting*: Shit!
Nyx *wearing the biggest grin*: SHIT!
Cassian *spinning around*: No, no, no. We don't say that. Mummy won't be happy about you saying that word.
Nyx: Shit!
Cassian *crouching down on the ground*: No, no. We don't ever say that word again, alright buddy? That is a bad word.
Nyx *giggling*: Shit.
Cassian: No, no, buddy, stop. Promise me to never say that again, or your mummy will be very, very mad at Uncle Cass.
Nyx *looking at his toys*: Sh--
Cassian: I'll take you flying and bring you chocolate, and we can even steal a huge piece of the cake Elain made earlier, if you promise me to never say that word again.
Nyx *nodding happily, eyes twinkling*: Gaga.
Cassian releasing a contented sight, wiping sweat from his forehead; Feyre and Rhys entering the room
Feyre: Did you have a nice time with uncle Cass? Look what we got you, baby.
Rhys handing Nyx a little plushy toy they got him.
Feyre *smiling at Nyx*: So what are we going to call it, baby?
....
Nyx: SHIT!
Feyre: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter A.
Lucien: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.
Tamlin: Fuck you.