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But where's the fun in that?

Pairing: Azriel x reader Warning: This chapter contains explicit scenes of intimacy and references to strained family dynamics. SMUT Summary: In a tender moment of shared vulnerability and passion, YN finds solace in Azriel's unwavering support amidst family tensions and doubts about her identity. So this can be read alone or it can be read as the fourth part of Shadows Blade. Please go and check out the series!

As the day of the ceremony dawned, YN prepared herself with her usual practicality, opting for attire that reflected her fierce spirit and independence. She dressed in sleek black pants, accentuating her long legs, paired with a fancy black bra that added a touch of allure beneath her suit jacket. With every movement, she exuded confidence and strength, a warrior ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Azriel entered their shared room, his eyes widened in appreciation at the sight of YN, his mate, looking breathtakingly beautiful in her unconventional attire. Unable to resist the pull of desire that surged through him at the sight of her, he closed the distance between them in quick strides, his heart pounding with longing.

"YN," he breathed, his voice husky with desire as he reached out to gently cup her cheek. "You look... incredible."

YN's cheeks flushed at his words, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze with a mixture of amusement and affection. "Thank you, Az," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth. "I wanted to feel like myself today."

Azriel's hands trailed down her arms, his touch igniting a fire within her as he drew her closer to him, their bodies fitting together like two halves of a whole. "You always do," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "You're perfect just the way you are."

Lost in the intensity of their connection, Azriel leaned in to capture YN's lips in a passionate kiss, his desire for her burning brighter than ever before. In that moment, there was no ceremony, no family drama, just the two of them, wrapped up in each other's love and desire.

As Azriel's lips trailed along the curve of YN's neck, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched, she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of pleasure. The sensation sent shivers of delight coursing through her veins, her heart racing with the intensity of their connection.

"Mmm, Az," she murmured, her voice husky with desire as she tilted her head to grant him better access. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I just got dressed."

Azriel's lips curved into a playful smirk against her skin, his breath hot against her neck as he replied, "I can see that. But you look far too tempting to resist."

YN couldn't help but laugh at his response, the sound ringing out in the quiet of their room. "You're incorrigible," she teased, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Azriel's hands roamed over her body, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her as he whispered against her skin, "Only when it comes to you, my love."

Lost in the intensity of their passion, YN surrendered herself to the heat of the moment, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of Azriel's touch. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, their love a flame that burned bright and unyielding against the backdrop of their shared desire.

As the passion between Azriel and YN intensified, their desires consuming them in a fiery embrace, a familiar voice echoed through Azriel's mind, breaking through the haze of desire with unexpected amusement.

"Ah, Az, my friend," Rhysand's voice teased, his tone filled with playful amusement. "I hate to interrupt such a passionate moment, but I thought I should remind you that the group is waiting downstairs."

Azriel's eyes widened in surprise at the intrusion, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized they had gotten carried away in the heat of the moment. He pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting YN's with a mix of sheepishness and amusement.

"Rhys," he muttered inwardly, his thoughts laced with chagrin. "You couldn't have waited a few minutes longer?"

YN couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange, her own amusement evident as she met Azriel's gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "Looks like we've been caught," she teased, her voice tinged with laughter.

Azriel pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, his affectionate gesture a silent apology for the interruption. "Seems like it," he murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Shall we go downstairs and face the music?"

With a shared laugh, Azriel and YN straightened their attire, their passion momentarily set aside as they prepared to join their friends and family for the ceremony. And as they made their way downstairs, hand in hand, they knew that no matter what surprises awaited them, as long as they had each other, they could handle anything that came their way.

As Azriel and YN descended the stairs, hand in hand, they were greeted by the familiar sight of their friends gathered in the grand hall, their faces alight with anticipation and excitement for the upcoming ceremony. Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, and the others stood together, their expressions a mix of warmth and camaraderie as they welcomed the couple into their midst.

"About time you two joined us," Cassian teased with a grin, his tone playful as he nudged Azriel's shoulder. "We were starting to wonder if you'd gotten lost up there."

Azriel chuckled at his friend's jest, a hint of color dusting his cheeks as he exchanged a knowing glance with YN. "You know us, always fashionably late," he replied with a wry smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Feyre stepped forward, her smile radiant as she enveloped YN in a warm embrace. "You look stunning, YN," she said sincerely, her voice filled with admiration. "Both of you do."

YN returned the embrace with gratitude, her heart swelling with affection for her dear friend. "Thank you, Feyre," she replied, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "It means a lot."

Rhysand clapped Azriel on the back, a grin spreading across his face as he surveyed the group. "Well, now that the lovebirds have finally graced us with their presence," he said with a chuckle, "shall we get this show on the road?"

With a collective nod of agreement, the group made their way to the ceremony venue, laughter and conversation flowing freely as they prepared to celebrate the bravery and camaraderie that bound them together. And as Azriel and YN joined their friends, surrounded by love and support, they knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they had each other and their cherished friends by their side, they could face anything that came their way with courage and resilience. For their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the enduring power of love and friendship in the face of adversity.

As YN stood among her friends, waiting for her siblings to arrive, she couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension swirling within her. Her heart ached with the absence of her parents, who had passed away, leaving her with only her siblings as her remaining family.

"I'm excited for you to meet my siblings," YN said, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness as she glanced around at her friends. "Stel is the kind one, the sweetest soul you'll ever meet. She's the mother of my nephew Rylie, and she's always been there for me, through thick and thin."

There was a warmth in YN's voice as she spoke of her sister, a fondness that spoke volumes of the love she held for her. Stel was a source of comfort and support in YN's life, a beacon of light in the darkness.

"My brother Mar is also kind and gentle," YN continued, her gaze softening with affection. "But my parents... they banned him from the family when they found out he was gay."

A heaviness settled over the group at YN's words, a reminder of the cruelty and prejudice that still lingered in the world. But despite the pain of rejection, YN spoke of her brother with love and acceptance, a testament to the bond that bound them together, even in the face of adversity.

"And then there's Lilith," YN said, her voice faltering slightly as she spoke of her oldest sister. "She's... different. She's always looked down upon me, judged me for who I am."

There was a sadness in YN's eyes as she spoke of Lilith, a painful reminder of the strained relationship that existed between them. But despite the distance and animosity that separated them, YN couldn't help but hold out hope for reconciliation, for the chance to mend the broken bonds of their fractured family.

The silence that enveloped the group was broken by the sound of a young voice calling out for YN, and as they turned, their eyes fell upon a small figure darting through the crowd. With a burst of energy and excitement, YN's nephew, Rylie, broke free from his mother's grasp and made a beeline towards his beloved aunt.

"YN!" Rylie exclaimed, his voice filled with joy as he threw himself into her arms, his laughter ringing out like music in the air.

YN's heart swelled with affection as she scooped her nephew up into a tight embrace, her own laughter mingling with his as she showered him with kisses and affection. "Rylie, my sweet boy," she said, her voice filled with love. "I've missed you so much."

The tension that had lingered in the air dissolved in an instant, replaced by the infectious warmth and joy of the reunion between aunt and nephew. Around them, the group couldn't help but smile at the heartwarming scene unfolding before their eyes, their hearts touched by the deep bond of love and affection that existed between YN and Rylie.

Stel approached, a smile on her face as she watched her son reunite with his aunt. "I'm sorry, YN," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "He insisted on seeing you right away."

YN shook her head, her own smile bright as she hugged her sister. "It's alright," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm just happy to see him."

With Rylie still nestled in her arms, YN turned to her sister, Stel, and beamed with pride as she made the introductions. "Everyone, this is my sister, Stel, and her son, Rylie," she announced, her voice filled with affection and warmth.

Stel smiled warmly at the gathered group, her eyes shining with genuine kindness. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you," she said, her voice soft yet sincere. "Thank you for welcoming us."

The members of the inner circle greeted Stel and Rylie with smiles and nods of acknowledgment, their warmth evident as they exchanged pleasantries and shared in the joy of the reunion. Rhysand and Feyre knelt down to Rylie's level, engaging him in playful conversation and laughter, while Cassian and the others offered Stel words of welcome and friendship.

Rylie, wide-eyed and eager, took in the sight of the inner circle with awe and curiosity, his excitement palpable as he soaked in the new surroundings and faces around him. "Wow," he breathed, his eyes sparkling with wonder. "Are all of you really friends with Aunt YN?"

The inner circle laughed at Rylie's enthusiasm, charmed by his innocence and enthusiasm. "We are indeed," Rhysand replied with a grin, ruffling the young boy's hair affectionately. "Your aunt is a very special person to all of us."

As the introductions continued and the bonds of friendship and kinship deepened, YN felt a swell of gratitude in her heart. Surrounded by her loved ones, both old and new, she knew that she was truly blessed to have such a supportive and caring inner circle by her side.

As Rylie, with the knowledge of his Illyrian heritage, bombarded the inner circle with questions, the atmosphere brimmed with the vibrant energy of his youthful curiosity. His inquiries spanned a wide array of topics, from the mundane to the profound, his insatiable thirst for knowledge propelling him to seek answers from those around him.

"Why are your wings different from Cassian's?" he asked Azriel, his gaze alight with wonder as he observed the subtle variations in their wing structure.

Azriel smiled indulgently at the young boy, impressed by his keen observation. "Well, Rylie," he began, crouching down to meet the boy's eye level, "each Illyrian's wings are unique, just like fingerprints. They're a reflection of who we are and where we come from."

Rylie nodded, absorbing the information with eager fascination before turning to Rhysand with another question. "Can you do magic, like Papa says you can?" he inquired, his eyes brimming with excitement.

Rhysand chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes as he responded, "Indeed, Rylie. I possess certain abilities that allow me to manipulate magic. But like any skill, it requires practice and discipline to master."

The young boy's curiosity seemed boundless as he moved from one member of the inner circle to another, his questions flowing freely like a stream of inquiry. Each answer sparked new questions, each explanation deepening his understanding of the world around him.

As the conversation unfolded, YN couldn't help but marvel at her nephew's insatiable thirst for knowledge, his Illyrian heritage evident in the sharpness of his intellect and the depth of his curiosity. Surrounded by her loved ones, she felt a swell of pride and gratitude, knowing that moments like these were precious reminders of the beauty and wonder of life.

And as Rylie's questions filled the air with laughter and conversation, YN found solace in the warmth of their bond.

As Rylie suddenly dashed off, his small feet carrying him with youthful exuberance, the group exchanged puzzled glances before realizing the reason behind his impromptu departure. With a shared understanding, they followed the direction of the young boy's flight, their curiosity piqued as they caught sight of a figure standing at the entrance.

There, standing with a hesitant smile on his face, was Mar, YN's long-estranged brother. His presence seemed to cast a ripple of emotions through the group, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of apprehension.

"Mar," YN called out softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and uncertainty as she approached her brother.

Mar turned towards the sound of her voice, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of emotions. "YN," he replied, his voice hesitant yet filled with warmth. "It's been too long."

The siblings embraced, a silent acknowledgment of the years that had passed and the wounds that had yet to heal. Around them, the inner circle watched with bated breath, their hearts heavy with the weight of the familial reunion unfolding before their eyes.

Rylie, sensing the significance of the moment, approached his uncle with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. "Uncle Mar," he exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder. "You're really here!"

Mar smiled at his nephew, a sense of tenderness softening the lines of his face. "Yes, Rylie," he replied, his voice filled with affection. "I'm here."

With a mixture of pride and apprehension, YN stepped forward, her hand resting gently on her brother's arm as she addressed the gathered group. "Everyone, this is my brother, Mar," she began, her voice steady despite the emotions churning within her. "He's... he's come to join us today."

The members of the inner circle regarded Mar with a mixture of curiosity and warmth, their expressions softening as they took in the sight of the long-lost sibling standing before them. There was a sense of solemnity in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of the moment.

"Mar, these are my friends," YN continued, gesturing to each member of the inner circle in turn. "Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, Azriel... all of them. They've been like family to me."

Mar nodded, his gaze sweeping over the group with a mixture of gratitude and humility. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you," he said, his voice tinged with emotion. "Thank you for welcoming me."

Rhysand stepped forward, extending his hand in a gesture of friendship. "The pleasure is ours, Mar," he replied, his tone sincere. "YN means a great deal to us, and anyone she considers family is welcome among us."

As Mar exchanged greetings with each member of the inner circle, a sense of warmth and acceptance settled over the group. Despite the years of separation and the wounds of the past, there was a glimmer of hope in the air, a belief that perhaps, in the embrace of family and friends, healing and reconciliation were possible.

As Mar leaned in to deliver the news, YN's heart sank with a heavy sense of disappointment, though it was not entirely unexpected. She nodded silently, her expression betraying a mixture of resignation and sadness as she processed the information.

"I'm sorry, YN," Mar whispered softly, his voice filled with sympathy. "Lilith... she's not coming. She decided to cancel last minute."

YN sighed, her shoulders slumping with the weight of disappointment. Despite the strained relationship she shared with her oldest sister, a part of her had still hoped for the possibility of reconciliation, of bridging the divide that had long separated them.

"It's alright, Mar," YN replied, her voice tinged with resignation. "I saw this coming. Lilith and I... we've never seen eye to eye."

Mar placed a comforting hand on YN's shoulder, offering her a silent gesture of support and understanding. "I'm here for you, YN," he said softly. "Whatever you need."

With a grateful nod, YN leaned into her brother's touch, finding solace in the warmth of his presence. Despite the absence of her sister, she knew that she was not alone, that she had a family who stood by her side through thick and thin.

With a solemn yet resolute tone, Rhys stepped forward, commanding the attention of the gathered group. His voice, steady and authoritative, cut through the air, bringing a hush to the room as all eyes turned to him.

"Friends," he began, his words carrying the weight of significance, "today, we gather to honor bravery, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bonds that unite us as family."

There was a sense of reverence in the air as Rhys spoke, his words resonating with each member of the inner circle, reminding them of the challenges they had faced and the victories they had won together.

"We stand on the precipice of a new chapter," Rhys continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group, "a chapter filled with hope, resilience, and the unwavering determination to forge a brighter future for ourselves and those we hold dear."

As Rhys concluded his speech, a ripple of applause broke out among the gathered group, a testament to the strength of their unity and the depth of their resolve. With a nod of acknowledgment, Rhys signaled for the ceremony to begin, setting into motion a series of events that would honor the bravery and valor of those who had stood against adversity and emerged victorious.

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With the weight of the ceremony behind them, the inner circle began to disperse, each member bidding farewell to loved ones and friends. For YN, the moment came to say her final goodbyes to her family, a bittersweet reminder of the ties that bound her to both the past and the present.

As she embraced Stel, Rylie, and Mar one last time, a sense of gratitude welled within her. Despite the challenges they had faced and the distances that had separated them, their bond remained unbreakable, a testament to the enduring power of family.

Once the farewells were said and her family departed, YN found herself swept up in Azriel's arms, his strength and warmth a comforting presence amidst the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within her.

"You're making a habit of this, aren't you?" YN teased, her voice tinged with laughter as Azriel carried her through the corridors of the Night Court.

Azriel chuckled, his eyes alight with amusement as he met her gaze. "Can you blame me?" he replied, his tone playful. "You're much easier to carry than you are to keep up with."

YN rolled her eyes, though the smile on her face betrayed her amusement. "I'll have you know, I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own," she countered, though there was no real protest in her voice.

Azriel flashed her a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with affection as he continued on their journey. "Perhaps," he conceded, "but where's the fun in that?"

As they reached their room, Azriel gently set YN down, his arms still wrapped around her as they stood face to face. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, YN felt a sense of peace wash over her.

As Azriel's gentle hands traced the contours of YN's body, a shiver of anticipation coursed through her, igniting a fiery warmth deep within her core. With each lingering touch, she felt herself surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of his love, her skin ablaze with desire beneath his tender ministrations.

With practiced ease, Azriel began to undress her, his movements slow and deliberate as he removed each garment with reverent care. As the fabric fell away, leaving YN bare and vulnerable before him, she felt a rush of exhilaration mingled with a sense of profound intimacy.

With a soft sigh, YN leaned into Azriel's touch, her hands finding their way to his skin as she returned his caresses with equal fervor. The air between them crackled with electricity, each fleeting touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

As they stood entwined in each other's arms, the world around them faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of them locked in a timeless embrace. With a hunger born of passion and longing, Azriel's lips found YN's, their mouths melding together in a searing kiss that spoke of unspoken desires and unbridled passion.

Slowly, almost reverently, Azriel began to kiss his way down YN's naked form, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they explored every curve and contour of her body. With each kiss, YN's breath hitched in her throat, her senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of pleasure that consumed her.

As Azriel's lips finally found their way to the apex of her desire, YN gasped in ecstasy, her body arching instinctively towards his touch. In that moment of pure abandon, she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation, her world narrowing down to the exquisite pleasure of Azriel's touch and the boundless love that flowed between them.

As Azriel's tongue delved deeper, exploring the depths of YN's desire, she couldn't help but cry out his name in ecstasy. Each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, igniting a fierce fire of longing deep within her core.

With every tantalizing movement, Azriel teased and taunted, his ministrations driving YN to the brink of madness. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of their chamber, filling the air with the sweet symphony of their passion.

As YN writhed beneath him, lost in the throes of ecstasy, Azriel's touch grew bolder, his tongue tracing intricate patterns of desire against her skin. He relished in the taste of her, savoring every moan and whimper that escaped her lips, his own desire mounting with each passing moment.

With a devilish grin, Azriel intensified his assault, his tongue dancing with expert precision as he teased her to the edge of oblivion. He reveled in the intoxicating power he held over her, his every touch driving her wild with desire.

And as YN's screams reached a crescendo, her body trembling with the force of her release, Azriel drank in the sight of her pleasure with greedy abandon. He was consumed by the raw intensity of their connection, his own desire burning bright as he lost himself in the sweet bliss of their union.

As YN slowly descended from the dizzying heights of pleasure, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of ecstasy, Azriel couldn't resist the urge to tease her further. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he trailed feather-light kisses along her heated skin, reveling in the way her body quivered beneath his touch.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Azriel murmured, his voice husky with desire as he peppered YN's neck and collarbone with teasing kisses. He delighted in the way her breath hitched in response, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched towards him, seeking more of his intoxicating touch.

YN's cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment as Azriel continued to tease her, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She squirmed beneath him, her body still sensitive to his every touch, but unable to resist the heady allure of his ministrations.

"Stop teasing," YN pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Azriel's relentless teasing. But even as she protested, her desire burned bright, aching for more of his touch, more of his love.

Azriel chuckled softly, his laughter a melodic symphony in the quiet intimacy of their chamber. "But where's the fun in that?" he teased, his lips curling into a playful smile as he continued to torment her with feather-light caresses and tantalizing kisses.

With each passing moment, YN found herself falling deeper under Azriel's spell, her body awash with longing and desire. And as they lost themselves in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and passion, she knew that there was nowhere else she'd rather be than in the arms of the man she loved, teased and tantalized by his irresistible charm.

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