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Fated Souls: Azriel Ending

Warnings: Angst, Smut, 18+

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You leaned against the balcony in shock, the cold shadows burning against your heated skin. You stared with wide eyes at Azriel, a fearsome figure in the doorway. Shadows ran menacingly around his body, his golden eyes flaring with rage.

“Lucien,” he began, glancing over at him. “Was it your name that my mate was just moaning? Is it her scent that remains on your hand?” Your heart stuttered in your chest, embarrassment flooding through you. Lucien looked exactly how you felt. Azriel moved closer to you, his eyes slowly taking in the evidence of exactly what you had been doing out here. The strands of hair that had fallen loose, your wrinkled dress, the hem of it resting on your thighs instead of the ground. “My beauty,” he murmured, reaching out his hand as if to caress your face. He stopped halfway, catching the unease in your eyes. A deep sigh left the male, the shadows calming as he called them back. “I believe you are due an explanation,” he began, nodding to Lucien as well. “Both of you.”

A wave of anger suddenly hit you, eyes narrowing at your supposed mate. “What is there to explain, Azriel? That you’re in love with Elain?” You scoffed. “As if we are not already well aware. What business is it of yours what I choose to do in my personal life?” You do not know what you expected him to say, but you certainly wouldn’t have predicted the sad look in his eyes.

“I fear I have gone about things all wrong.” He ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath. “I owe you both an apology. I shouldn’t have barged out here the way I did. I just,” his jaw ticked as he looked to the sky, “I could feel you. Through the bond.”

You cocked your head at him, confusion furrowing your brow. “I do not understand. Feel me how?” You didn’t think he had even acknowledged the bond.

A deep flush crawled up his neck as he remained focused on the sky. “I could feel, your, uh, pleasure.” A jolt struck through your body, a sudden burn flaring in your abdomen. His eyes shot down to you, his hands clenching into tight fists. “It burned through me. I couldn’t control the anger.” He looked over to Lucien, wincing. “I’m sorry for the shadows.”

Lucien stared at him, mouth slightly agape. “You, uh, huh.” He paused as if he was thinking. “I’ve never, felt that. From Elain, I mean. So,” he coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “The two of you never, ya know…” he trailed off, waiting for Azriel to say something.

“Elain and me? No. No.” Azriel shook his head, laughing lowly. “This is what I meant when I said I owed you both an explanation. There’s been a rather extreme misunderstanding.” He raised his palms as if in surrender. “There’s never been anything between Elain and I. At least not from my side. I know in the beginning she felt drawn to me, but I wasn’t interested.” He looked over at you. “I already knew who my mate was.”

Your mind was racing. You weren’t sure yet if you could trust the Shadowsingers words. Too much pain still remained in your heart. “You’ve done nothing but ignore me since the bond snapped. I assumed you wanted Elain?” None of this made sense.

“I know. I was, for lack of a better word, a coward. A low-life, spineless, coward.” He looked ashamed.

Half of you screamed that he should be. That there was so reason for him to treat you the way he had. The other half of you, the half that loved him, wanted desperately to latch on to the hope that was beginning in your soul. “Az, what are you saying?” You asked slowly.

He stared at you for a long moment before speaking again. “I thought I wasn’t good enough. That perhaps your willingness to be with me was only due to the bond, and one day you would realize the mistake you had made. So I blocked it out. Apparently, too well.” He explained with a frown. “I didn’t feel any of your emotions until tonight. When you left the party, I noticed right away. And I had this awful, overwhelming sense of despair.” He shook his head. “I didn’t realize it was you at first. It wasn’t until Rhys noticed something was wrong that he pointed out the possibility of it being your feelings.”

A pang of sadness hit you at his words. He watched you as if he knew exactly how you felt. Perhaps he truly did, if what he was saying were true. “I don’t, I don’t understand.” You chewed on your lip nervously, eyes flickering between Lucien and Azriel. “Why did everyone act so strange around me then? They’ve been treating me like something fragile, as if they knew you were only going to break my heart. Yet Rhys notices instantly when something is wrong with you?” Quite frankly, you were hurt. Not only by Azriel, but by your friends.

“Yeah, that would be my fault as well,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I told them to not let you know. I pushed it off when they tried to tell me that you were upset. I really thought you’d…stop caring.”

You pressed your palms into your eyes hard enough to see stars, shaking your head in disbelief. “Gods, Az, you are so stupid.” You dropped your hands, too many thoughts racing through your head to make any sense. “You’ve left me to suffer, for what? Your own insecurities? What have I ever done to make you think i’d ever treat you in such a way as you have treated me?” You wanted to scream, to cry, and to laugh at the absurdity of it all. “And what about Lucien, hm? Is Elain going to creep around the corner and profess her love to him while explaining this was all just a big misunderstanding? No, I cannot do this. Not right now.” You began walking off the balcony, a scarred hand wrapping tight around your wrist, halting you. You looked down at where his skin touched yours, trying to ignore the butterflies that were betraying you in your stomach.

“Wait, please,” Azriel pleaded, eyes lined with tears. You paused, almost conceding to his touch.

No. You couldn’t.

You pulled your arm from his grasp. “I need time, Azriel,” you said softly, turning and leaving before you could change your mind.

***

A few weeks had passed since the night on the balcony. You’d avoided Azriel since then. You were not sure how to feel about it all. The damage done to your heart felt nearly irreparable.

You sat on the top of a rock over the mountain lake you frequented, letting the flats of your feet dance on the water. You leaned back on your palms, closing your eyes and turning your face towards the warm sunshine. It was calm here, a peaceful place to work through your thoughts. Could you trust Azriel? Did he still deserve the rights to your soul?

You wanted to scream that no, he didn’t. The sorry excuse of his “confidence” doesn’t negate the harm he had caused. At the same time, though, you still felt drawn to him. The sincerity in his words that night was hard to ignore. You knew you should talk to him again, but it was still too hard. That night with Lucien was the first time you had felt anything other than pain in ages.

Just to find out all the pain you had felt was for…nothing? You groaned, kicking the water in frustration and falling to lay on your back. This was all so ridiculous. It should’ve been simple. Azriel is your mate, the two of you should’ve celebrated the match. He never should’ve hidden away from you for fear of rejection. You did not understand how that made sense. By pushing you away what did he expect would happen?

Males, you thought, sighing deeply. You focused on the warm stone beneath your back, the cool water on your toes. How were they so foolish? And then there was the matter of Lucien. You could not deny the way he made you feel out on that balcony. Your skin became hot as you remembered how he kissed you, how he touched you. You could curse Azriel into a thousand lifetimes for interrupting before you experienced the delicious orgasm you knew Lucien would have delivered.

You didn’t even realize the way your hand had slipped beneath your short dress until you felt your fingers teasing your thighs. You chewed on your lip, pausing your movements. Was it wrong, to please yourself on the thoughts of another male? Your mind was swimming, and you desperately needed a release of some kind. Your fingers moved, tempting the trim of your underclothes. Your breathing came quickly as desire pooled through you, the need increasing with every second. The memory of Lucien’s lips on your neck was your tipping point, your hand sliding under the soft fabric.

You tilted your head back as your fingers circling your clit, a slow breath falling from your lips. You teased yourself, enjoying the small shocks of pleasure pulsing through your body. You thought of Lucien, of how well he worked your body. You thought of his teeth grazing your skin, his black hair tangling in your fingers, his scarred hands.

No. You were imagining Azriel. Your fingers sped up at the realization, as if they were encouraging you to keep thinking of your mate. This wasn’t the first time you had touched yourself to the thought of him, but it was certainly the most intense. Your back arched off the stone you lay on, your free hand coming to rest upon your throat, applying light pressure. You moaned softly as the burn in your abdomen flared, heady pleasure taking control. “Oh, Azriel,” you breathed out, fantasies of him taking you playing in your mind. You felt a cool breeze blow over your heated skin, tracing your body as if it was sent there to do so. It moved down your body, wrapping itself around your wrists and thighs. Almost as if-

You shot up abruptly, eyes opening wide to take in the shadows around you. They didn’t shy away, the ones on your thighs working their way up. Your body shook with the frustration of another denied orgasm. You knew he was there. That he had been watching. Listening.

“What do you want?” You asked, the question coming out weaker than you wanted. He moved out to where you were, slowly sitting down next to you. You refused to look at him, focus still on the shadows that were getting dangerously high. “How long have you been here?”

He swallowed, and if you had looked at him you would’ve seen the flush in his neck and his blown pupils as he watched his shadows on your skin. “I just, I wanted to, to talk. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you,” his words came out rushed, like he was struggling to speak correctly. “I know you come here, and it was a nice day so I thought you might be here so I came to check and then when I saw you I realized what you were doing and I knew I should walk away but then,” he took a deep breath after his run on sentence, clearly unable to think. “Fuck, then you said my name.” Heat flared through you again at the confession, twisted desire about him watching you coursing through your veins.

“I see,” you responded, the shadows now tracing so lightly over your underwear you may be imagining it. “Are they, are you, doing this?” You asked, unsure what you wanted him to say.

“They move as they wish sometimes,” he admitted, “but I can tell them to stop.” He leaned closer to you, tucking his hand under your chin to bring your face to his.

Gods, you wanted to tell him to make them stop. You knew you should. It was the right thing to do. You had so much left to talk about, after all. Yet you knew you were done for when you looked into his eyes. They were full of need, for you. Your gaze darted to his mouth, taking in the full lips you had imagined on yours more times than you could count. “Az,” you whispered, the shadows slowly applying more pressure.

“Yes?” He asked, voice quiet. You reached out one hand and grabbed on to his shirt, pulling him closer. He gently moved you to lie back down on the still warm stone, his hand sliding to the back of your neck while the other rested upon your waist. “Tell me what you want.”

You gasped as one of the shadows began circling you, a slight vibration with its movements. “Azriel, I need you to kiss me.” You had barely gotten the words out before his lips locked on top of yours. The bond soared inside of you as he kissed you, his lips moving against yours as though he were painting this moment into his mind.

You cried out as the shadow increased its pace, rocketing you towards your peak. Azriel smiled against your lips, pulling away to kiss down your jawline. His hand traveled down to meet the shadow, his fingers tracing your entrance. “I want to hear you scream for me,” he said, slipping two fingers in. You arched up against him, mouth open in a silent yell as pleasure began to overtake you. He worked his way down your neck, biting and the sucking the skin as he went. Marking you as his.

His fingers began to move inside of you, curling deliciously. You moaned loudly at the feeling, legs starting to shake. “Yes,” he murmured against your skin, playing your body as if he had studied his whole life for it. You dug your nails into his shirt, toes curling as your orgasm began to take over. Your head shot back so hard it cracked against the stone, stars shining briefly in your eyes before being overshadowed by raw pleasure. You screamed his name as your body rocked under his touch, vision blacking out. Azriel helped you through it, prolonging the feeling until your body went slack under his touch.

The loss of his shadows and his fingers left you feeling empty, your blurred vision trying to focus on him. “That,” he said, pressing another kiss to your lips, “is easily in the top five moments of my entire life.” You smiled weakly at him, catching your breath. He helped you sit up, leaning your body against his. “Shit!” He cursed, his hand touching the back of your head lightly. It was then that you felt the throbbing pain, gasping as it shot through your skull. “You’re bleeding!” You felt worry and fear rush through you, two emotions you certainly didn’t have the capacity to feel right now. It was only after a moment that you realized they belonged to Azriel.

“I’m fine,” you assured, waving him off. “S’fine.”

It was decidedly not fine, considering the way you slumped over in his arms the next second.

***

You woke in a warm bed, a thick blanket covering your body. You winced at the sore spot on the back of your head, opening your eyes slowly. You tried to take in the room around you, confused about what happened and where you were. You stilled as you realized someone was sitting in a chair by your head, his golden eyes filled with worry.

“Azriel?” You asked, moving to sit. You hissed as a jolt of pain shot through you, Azriel moving to gently lay you back down.

“Easy, easy. Madja says you split your skull almost completely in half,” he explained. Split your skull? What was he talking about? Why was he here? He must have read the confusion on your face, a sad smile coming across his. “Do you remember any of it?” He asked quietly.

Any of it? You racked your brain, trying to recall the last thing you remembered. You could feel the water on your toes, your back on the warmed rock. You were doing something, but what was it? Was someone else there? Was Azriel there?

All at once it hit you, the memories flashing before your eyes in rapid succession. A blush covered your cheeks, embarrassed by the whole thing. “Oh Hel, i’m so sorry Az.” You would’ve buried your face in your hands if you could if the action wouldn’t cause you pain. You almost wanted to do it anyway.

He chuckled, pulling your hand into his. “None of that, now,” he said, “If anything I am the one to be sorry. We never got to have our talk.”

You sighed, looking down at your entwined hands. “Why would you be so worried I wouldn’t want you? And why on everything did you think ignoring me would help?”

He looked ashamed, clearing his throat before speaking. “I do not know. I was so scared when I felt the bond snap. You know how desperately I have longed for that connection. And it was you, and I was overjoyed.” His eyes met yours, sadness rimming them. “I still am. Happy it is you, that is. You were everything I ever wanted. Beautiful. Powerful. Kind.” He gave your hand a squeeze, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Why would you want to be tied to someone who was damaged?”

You were quiet for a moment, thinking over his words. Your thumb traced the scarred skin of his hand, a strong desire to both kiss him and slap him coming over you. “Azriel, you are a fool,” you stated. “All I ever wanted was you. I do not care how the skin on your hands looks. I have never thought twice about it, aside from the fact that what was done to you was needlessly cruel.” You brought his hand up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it. “I love you. I’ve loved you for a thousand moons now. Perhaps Rhysand should seek a new Spymaster if you could not even notice something as blatant as that,” you teased.

Azriel laughed, leaning forward to bring his head closer to yours. “Perhaps he should,” he agreed, nose brushing yours. “I’ll love you for the next thousand suns, if you will let me. I’ll spend them on my knees, worshipping you with every breath. You are the water in the ocean, and I am but the fish that calls you home. There is no me without you.” Your heartbeat was erratic with his words, tears pricking your eyes. “You do not have to accept the mating bond, not now and not ever. I will be overjoyed to live my life simply in your presence, every moment with you a gift.”

You pressed your forehead to his, ignoring the slight pain that accompanied it. “Kiss me, you sappy thing.” He laughed, kissing you with all the love and adoration he couldn’t yet voice. You sighed into the kiss, enjoying the way the bond sang. You had half a mind to serve him a cracker right there, ready to commit to him fully.

But it was not the right time. You winced in pain when you moved too quickly, Azriel pulling away from you instantly. “Alright, enough of that.” He said, helping you get comfortable again. “There will be plenty more opportunities when you’re healed,” he continued, winking at you. “Although, perhaps we will stick to soft surfaces for the time being.”

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Fated Souls: Lucien Ending

Warnings: Some Violence, Suggestive

Read Pt.1 Here

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You looked in shock to Azriel, standing in the doorway as anger radiated from him like you’d never seen. “Keep your dirty paws off of my mate,” he growled. The sudden claim should have brought you joy, causing the mating bond to sing to life. Instead it laid dormant, as if it was too far gone.

“Get over yourself, Azriel,” you snapped, the thin string that had been keeping you together breaking. He looked at you with narrowed eyes, the shadows holding you captive tightening.

“I’ll deal with you later, whore.” Your eyes flung wide at his insult as anger flooded your system.

“Whore? You’ve acted as if I didn’t exist ever since the bond snapped, galavanting around with someone else in your arms. Someone else’s mate, if I may point out.” You wrenched your arms free from the shadows, the rest of them dissipating as if they sensed your rage. “You have no right to me or my heart any longer, Azriel.” You moved to stand tall in front of him, eyes locking onto his. Your mind was clouded with rage, but one thing stood clear.

“I refuse the mating bond.”

As if it had been waiting, the once-golden bond inside of you soared to life. For one second it shone bright between the two of you.

And then it shriveled to dust.

“Y-you can’t!” Azriel stuttered, a hand moving to rest on his heart as if it had been stabbed. “All i’ve ever wanted was a mate! You can’t take that from me!”

“Please,” you scoffed, “I’ve been here this whole time. If you wanted a mate so badly you could’ve come to me. It is not any fault of mine that you got it in your head that Elain should belong to you. You care not for her in and of herself, do you?” You stepped closer, voice lowering as you leaned your lips towards his ear. “You don’t love her, Azriel. You love the idea of her. Of you and your brothers having a matching set,” you hissed out, enjoying the way his body stiffened as your words rang true. You moved back, looking behind him to see Elain.

You could tell from her face that she had heard what you’d said.

“Azriel, is it true?” She asked, her voice so sad you almost felt guilty.

You felt a hand come rest on your waist, the comforting form of Lucien moving to stand next to you. The war raging in his expression was enough to wash any feelings of guilt away. Elain had made her own choices in this cruel situation.

Her watery eyes turned to look at Lucien, taking him in as if she had never truly seen him before. “You’re my m-mate, still?” She made a motion as if to move next to him, but the cold look he bestowed upon her halted her movements.

“As it stands,” he responded, his fingers flexing against your skin. “How interesting that you would suddenly care.”

She flinched as if he had struck her, bowing her head in shame.

“Enough,” Azriel commanded, bringing the attention back to him. Rage was etched onto his face, siphons glowing as he called upon his power. “You do not get to tear apart our lives for some, some fling.”

It was angers turn to take over your mind, your own power rumbling deep inside of you. “Have you lost your mind, Azriel Shadowsinger?” You asked, pulling away from Lucien for fear of harming him. “You have done nothing but cause me pain, and now you’ve decided I can’t make my own choices? I wasn’t aware it was up to you what I do with my time.” Your palms itched, begging for him to strike first.

“It matters when it’s being intimate with someone who’s not me!” He roared, the winds picking up around you as if they sensed his emotion.

“We are no longer mates, Azriel! You never truly had any claim to me! Get it through your thick, ugly skull!” The insult was the tipping point for the Shadowsinger, a low scream accompanying the blue bolt of power he launched towards you. You blocked it with a silver one of your own, yelling for Lucien to get off the balcony.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” you teased, anger and satisfaction burning through you. You had needed this. “I’m just as well trained as you are.” You sent a wave of power towards him, laughing when it caused him to stumble. “Some may say i’m better.”

The wind was whipping through your hair, pulling it free from the loose braid you’d had it in. You felt stronger than you had in years, standing tall against your mate. He sent shadows to twine around you, but you dodged them as easy as they came. Truthfully, you didn’t think they wanted to harm you. It was as if they knew the cruel way their master had acted. Azriel shouted in frustration at his shadows, sending bolt after bolt of blue towards you. You blocked each one, shooting your own in response. A shot of silver hit him in the middle of the chest, knocking him to his knees. The blue siphons decorating his body flickered, no match for the power you held.

You made your way to stand in front of him, silver still glowing in your hands. “Is that the best you can do, Az?” You pouted, using the nickname from when you were friends. He looked up at you, a million emotions running through his eyes.

“When did you become so skilled?” He asked.

You leaned in close, a wicked smile on your lips. “What else is a heartbroken girl supposed to do? You ignored me, so I became better than you. At first I thought it would impress you and you would want me instead of Elain. Now I know, it was all for this very moment.” You placed your heel on the center of his chest, kicking him onto his back as you called your power back into you.

“Leave me alone, Azriel. I’m making my own life now.”

You left him there, winded on the ground. Your heels clicked amongst the stone as you walked off the balcony, eyes sliding to catch Elain as you did. “Better call a healer. He should be fine, but his pride will be woefully wounded.”

***

Lucien found you in your rooms, eyes bright as he took in your windswept form. “That,” he said, moving to place his hands on your waist, “was the most intimidating thing i’ve ever seen. Somehow, it only made me want you more.” He accompanied his words with a kiss, your body melting into his.

“Hmm,” you hummed into his mouth, forcing yourself to pull away. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to do that.” You turned from him, resuming the packing you had been doing before he entered. Lucien took in the sight, eyes taking note of what you were doing.

“Planning on leaving?” He asked nonchalantly, picking up the silk sleeve of one of your gowns.

You shrugged, folding the shirt in your hands. “I do not believe I will be welcome here after my attack upon Azriel.”

The fabric slipped through Lucien’s fingers as he moved to stand next behind you, arms wrapping loosely around your waist. “How is that fair? He gets to treat you terribly and yet you are expected to flee your home?”

You leaned into his touch, nodding in agreement. “Yes, but Rhysand would do anything for him. Everyone else comes after Azriel and Cassian. He may be mad at him for a moment, but in the end he’s choose him over me. It’s how it has always been.” You sighed, pausing your packing. “It’s a shame, truly. But they hardly cared while it was happening. Any one of them could have confronted Azriel about it, and they chose not to.” Lucien’s arms tightened around you at the sadness in your voice.

“Where will we go?” He asked.

“I was thinking I could head to Summer, Tarquin and I have always gotten al-“ You paused your words, turning in his arms to face him. “We?”

He smiled, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I do not wish to reside in a place where you are not. If you’ll have me, it would be my greatest honor to sit by your side wherever life may take us.” You didn’t register the tears falling down your face until Lucien frowned, wiping them away. “I do not need to come,” he said uncertainly, only wanting to cause you joy.

You gave a weepy laugh, shaking your head. “No, Lucien. I want you to be with me. I just haven’t had anyone who cared so much before.” You kissed him then, full of love and light. A feeling you thought you’d never find, after so long of living in the shadow of a failed mating bond.

He kissed you back hungrily, his hand moving his way down your leg. You pulled your mouth from his, kissing the soft skin along his neck. He groaned, the sound the most delicious thing you had ever heard. “What of Elain?” You whispered between kisses, so quietly you almost hoped he hadn’t heard. The hand on your leg moved to wrap around your neck, his thumb pressing lightly over your pulse point as he turned your head to look at him.

“What of her?” He murmured against your lips, fire burning in his expression.

“W-what of the mating bond?” You stuttered out, heart racing as his hand tightened pleasurably against your skin.

“There is none. I rejected it. Happily, if I may say so.” He kissed you again, smiling against your lips as you moaned. “My heart and my soul belong to you, if you’ll have them.” His hand dropped from your neck, finding its new favorite spot on your waist.

You smiled back, taking in the unyieldingly handsome male in front of you. “I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

He kissed you once more, a sense of devotion behind it. You twined your arms around his neck, allowing him to lay you back on the bed behind you. Your fingers tangled themselves into the soft strands of his hair, arching into him as his hands worked your skirt up over your hips. You whined when his lips left yours, already pathetically needy for him. You quickly got over your displeasure when you felt them press against your inner thigh.

Lucien had his way with you there, painting the walls of your room in sin. The hallways would echo with the music of your screams, the imprint of you never truly gone.

Left, to haunt Azriel for all his days.

***

AFTER

You sat on the warm sands of the beach, shielding your eyes from the ever-shining sun. You watched your shirtless husband splash amongst the water, beautiful laughter trailing to your ears. The Summer Court had become home to you, a place where you truly felt you belonged. Tarquin had welcomed you with open arms, happy to give you a new start.

You quickly made yourself indispensable to his army, rising to a high leadership position within a matter of months. You worked to train the new recruits, showing them how to tap into their power. The fae who followed you adored you as much as you did them, the camaraderie you created priceless.

After a year of living here, Lucien had proposed. You’ll never forget the way his hands shook as he opened the ring box, asking you to do him the honor of being his wife. Your eyes sparkled with tears as you took in the golden ring he had made for you, tackling him to the ground in your excitement. Not too many months after you held a small ceremony, professing your eternal love to each other on a stretch of beach with the background of a sunset.

It had been some time since then, and your lives from before were but a distant memory. The thought of Azriel never crossed your mind, and you never felt the emptiness of the broken mating bond. You kept loose contact with the Night Court, more diplomatic than anything. You knew he and Elain did end up together, though you couldn’t speak of their relationship past that. Neither you nor Lucien bore them any ill will.

The little one squirming in your lap brought your attention back to now, pulling you from your memories. You smiled at the little boy, pulling him up into your arms. “What is, my little fire spot? Do you wish to be in the water with your daddy?” You cooed at him, smoothing back his bright red hair. You stood, making your way towards your husband and the toddler girl playing in the water. You laughed she splashed him, Lucien falling dramatically backwards as if she had gravely wounded him.

“Mommy!” She called, waving her two small hands excitedly in the air. “Be like you!” She gestured to your husband, still feigning that she had bested him. Your heart swelled with love for the family you had created, the joy for your children and husband.

“That’s my girl!” You called back, happy with the way she wished to follow in your footsteps. You walked into the water, helping Lucien up with your free arm. He wrapped his around your waist, pressing a quick kiss to your son before giving one to you.

As you stood in the water, listening to the glee-filled screeches of your daughter while your son tried to chew on your finger, you felt at peace. Your soul was complete, tied to Lucien of your own accord. You wished you could go back in time to the version of you that longed for Azriel to love you back, and tell her that a beautiful future she couldn’t even imagine was waiting for her.

***

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