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[bratminksstuff]

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 ⋆˚࿔

Reader x Rhysand

Rhys x reader| You have period pain and Rhys takes care of you

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Happy reading babes!!!

word count:517

The cool night air of Velaris filtered through the open window, but even the beauty of the stars couldn’t distract me from the dull ache radiating through my lower abdomen. I lay curled up on the chaise in Rhysand’s sitting room, a soft blanket wrapped around me, but no amount of warmth seemed to soothe the relentless cramps.

I’d tried not to think about it, tried to focus on the crackle of the fire in the hearth, but the pain was too much. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, hoping I could just will it away.

“Darling.”

His voice was soft but instantly grounding. I opened my eyes to find Rhysand standing in the doorway, his violet eyes brimming with concern. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d run his hands through it too many times, but his expression was calm and steady—steady for me.

“I could feel your discomfort from across the townhouse,” he said as he crossed the room to kneel beside me. His gaze flicked over me, taking in every detail. “Why didn’t you call for me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” I murmured, giving him a small, tired smile. I brushed my hand over his cheek, his skin warm beneath my fingertips. “You’ve got so much to do, Rhys. I didn’t want to pull you away.”

His lips twitched, part exasperation, part amusement. “Bother me?” he repeated, his tone incredulous. “Y/N, you are my mate. Your comfort comes before anything else.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before settling onto the chaise beside me. His presence was like a balm, soothing even before he did anything more.

“Now,” he said, his voice dropping into that gentle, coaxing tone he reserved just for me, “let me take care of you.”

Before I could protest, he snapped his fingers, and the rich scent of hot chocolate filled the air. A steaming mug appeared on the small table beside me, and when I blinked up at him in surprise, he only smirked. Another snap of his fingers conjured a heating pad, which he carefully tucked against my lower abdomen. The warmth was immediate and heavenly, and I couldn’t stop the soft sigh of relief that escaped me.

“Better?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

“Much,” I admitted, leaning into his touch. “You’re too good to me.”

“Nonsense.” His smirk softened into something tender as he draped an arm over my shoulders, pulling me close. “You deserve the best, and I’ll make sure you get it.”

He took my hand in his, his thumb tracing lazy patterns along my skin. The gentle rhythm was hypnotic, a distraction from the dull ache still lingering in the background.

“I could take the pain away, you know,” he offered quietly, his voice careful, as if he didn’t want to pressure me. “A little magic, and it would be gone.”

I shook my head, resting my cheek against his shoulder. “I appreciate it, but I’ll manage. Besides, you being here helps more than anything else.”

His body relaxed against mine, and I felt the brush of his lips against the top of my head. “Then I’ll stay right here,” he murmured. “No meetings, no Court business—just you and me.”

I closed my eyes, letting myself melt into him. The world outside the sitting room faded into nothingness, leaving only the warmth of his body, the soft crackle of the fire, and the steady rhythm of his fingers tracing over my skin.

“Thank you, Rhys,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

His arms tightened around me, holding me close, his breath warm as he pressed another kiss to my temple. “Always, my love,” he said, his voice low and full of promise. “Always.”

And for the rest of the evening, we stayed like that, wrapped in each other, the pain slowly fading into the background as his love enveloped me like a warm cocoon.

[bratminksstuff]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍

Rhys x Reader

Rhys x reader| Rhysand dies in the war...

warnings: angst, dying , war, lost of ur loved one

a/n: I CRIED MY ASS OFF WRITING THIS

word count:637

The battlefield was chaos—screams, steel, blood, and magic colliding in a deadly symphony. The sky above was blackened with ash, and the ground beneath my feet felt like it was trembling, as if the very earth was mourning the carnage. My heart thundered in my chest as I fought, but my eyes were always searching—searching for him.

Rhys.

I could feel his power crackling across the battlefield, a beacon of strength and unyielding determination. The bond between us hummed faintly, like a reassuring tether holding me together even in the midst of this nightmare.

Until it didn’t.

One moment, the bond was there, warm and steady, and then—

It snapped.

The pain was instant, sharp and all-consuming, as if someone had driven a blade straight through my chest. My knees buckled, and the world around me blurred.

“Rhys,” I whispered, my voice trembling, though I could barely hear myself over the roar of the battle.

No. No, no, no.

I forced myself to my feet, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I stumbled forward, pushing through the chaos, ignoring the enemies that lunged for me. I didn’t care if I lived or died in that moment—I had to find him.

His name was a chant in my mind, a desperate plea as I searched for him. My hands trembled as I threw aside the bodies of those who had fallen, my magic surging wildly, dangerously, threatening to consume me.

And then I saw him.

Rhysand lay on the ground, his once-mighty wings limp and broken, his body motionless. The sight of him—so still, so lifeless—ripped a broken sob from my throat.

“No,” I cried, falling to my knees beside him. My hands hovered over him, trembling, as if touching him would make this nightmare real. “No, Rhys, no. Please, please don’t do this.”

His violet eyes—those eyes that had always been so full of life, of mischief and love—were closed. His skin was pale, too pale, and his chest was still.

I shook him, my tears falling freely now, staining his beautiful face. “Wake up,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please, Rhys. You can’t leave me. You promised me forever.”

But he didn’t move.

A scream tore from my lips, raw and guttural, a sound I didn’t even recognize as my own. My magic erupted out of me, uncontrolled and wild, shaking the very ground beneath us. The stars in the sky seemed to dim, as if mourning with me.

Someone—Cassian, maybe, or Azriel—called my name, but I couldn’t hear them. I couldn’t feel anything except the gaping hole in my chest where Rhys had been.

“I can’t do this without you,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I cradled his face in my hands. “You were my light, my home, my everything. How am I supposed to live in a world without you?”

There was no answer.

The bond between us—the bond that had always been a steady hum in the back of my mind, a constant reminder that he was with me—was gone. Completely, utterly gone.

And I was lost.

I pressed my forehead to his, my tears soaking into his dark hair. “Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking on the word. “Please come back to me.”

But the universe was silent.

The chaos of the battlefield faded into nothingness as I held him, rocking back and forth as the grief consumed me. It felt like my soul had been ripped in two, like I was bleeding out in a way that no healer could ever fix.

Time lost meaning. I didn’t know how long I sat there, clutching him, begging for him to come back. But he didn’t.

Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court, my mate, my love, was gone.

And with him, the stars in my world had gone dark.

[bratminksstuff]

𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Cassian x Reader

Cassian x reader| Cassian finds out Rhys cheated on you..

warnings: angst, love confession, mention of cheating

a/n: I had this idea for a few days , don't hate me please I just love writing angst stories :)) Happy reading babes

word count:821

The world felt like it had tilted on its axis, the air too thick to breathe, the walls of the townhouse too small, too suffocating. I stumbled into the sitting room, the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. My vision blurred as I fought back the tears threatening to spill, but it was no use.

Rhysand cheated.

The words echoed in my mind, sharp and unforgiving, cutting me open with every repetition. I sank onto the nearest sofa, my body trembling as I hugged my knees to my chest. I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring blankly at the floor, but eventually, I heard footsteps—heavy, familiar footsteps—entering the room.

“Y/N?” Cassian’s voice was soft but tinged with concern, and I barely managed to lift my head to meet his gaze. His amber eyes scanned my face, taking in the redness around my eyes, the tear tracks on my cheeks. He was at my side in an instant, crouching in front of me. “What happened?”

I tried to speak, but the words lodged in my throat, tangled with the raw ache in my chest. A fresh wave of tears spilled over, and Cassian’s expression softened in a way that made the ache both worse and somehow better.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his large, calloused hands gently cupping mine. His warmth seeped into my skin, grounding me. “Breathe, sweetheart. I’m here.”

The endearment broke something inside me, and the sobs came harder, shaking my whole body. Cassian didn’t hesitate. He moved onto the sofa beside me, pulling me into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me together when I felt like I was falling apart.

“Rhys…” I choked out between sobs. “He—he cheated, Cass. He cheated on me.”

Cassian stiffened against me, his grip tightening ever so slightly. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and I could feel the tension rolling off him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, a dangerous edge to it.

“He did what?”

I shook my head, pressing my face against his chest. “I saw it—someone told me, and I didn’t believe it, but then I saw him… with her. He didn’t even deny it.” My voice cracked, the memory too fresh, too raw.

Cassian let out a sharp breath, and I felt his hand clench briefly against my back before he forced himself to relax. “I’m going to kill him,” he muttered, his tone deadly. “Slowly.”

Despite everything, a weak laugh bubbled out of me, though it was more bitter than anything else. “Don’t. He’s not worth it.”

Cassian pulled back just enough to cup my face in his hands, tilting my head up so I couldn’t avoid his gaze. His eyes burned with something fierce, something protective, something that made my heart stutter in my chest.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” he said, his voice steady, grounding. “This isn’t your fault. Not even a little. Rhys is an idiot—a bastard, a complete ass—but you? You are worth more than he’ll ever deserve. Do you hear me?”

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I believed him. The hurt was still too fresh, too sharp.

Cassian’s thumbs brushed away the tears on my cheeks, his touch impossibly gentle. “You’re incredible, Y/N. Strong, kind, beautiful… You deserve someone who sees that, who cherishes it. Someone who would never, ever hurt you.”

There was something in his voice, something raw and unspoken, that made me freeze. I searched his face, and for the first time, I noticed the way his jaw was tight, the way his eyes softened when they met mine.

“Cassian…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He let out a shaky breath, his hands still cradling my face. “I can’t keep it to myself anymore,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve loved you for so long, Y/N. Watching you with him—it nearly killed me. But I stayed quiet because I thought… I thought you were happy.” He swallowed hard, his gaze searching mine. “But now… I can’t stand seeing you hurt. I just—I need you to know how I feel.”

My heart twisted, a confusing swirl of emotions crashing through me. Hurt, betrayal, shock… but also warmth, comfort, and something else entirely when I looked at Cassian.

“I…” I started, unsure of what to say, unsure of what I even felt.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Cassian said quickly, his voice gentle. “I don’t expect anything from you, Y/N. I just… I needed you to know. And I’m here, no matter what. Always.”

He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before pulling me back into his arms. I let myself sink into him, his warmth and steady presence a balm to the raw ache inside me.

For the first time since everything fell apart, I felt like I could breathe again.

[bratminksstuff]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎

Cassian x Reader

Cassian x Reader | Cassian sees you laughing with Azriel and he gets possessive over you

warnings: Possessiveness

a/n: hehehe

word count:965

The training ring buzzed with energy, the clash of weapons and the grunts of exertion filling the air. Azriel had been sparring with me for nearly an hour, helping me refine my footwork. I couldn’t help but laugh as I stumbled yet again, his shadows lazily curling around him like they were amused as well.

“You’ll get it eventually,” Azriel said, offering me a rare smirk.

“Eventually?” I shot back, breathless from the effort. “Admit it—I almost had you.”

Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Almost doesn’t count.”

I rolled my eyes, unable to stop the laugh that bubbled out of me. There was something easy about sparring with Azriel, something light and playful.

But then I felt it.

The air around me seemed to grow heavy, charged with something dark and smoldering. A familiar heat burned across my skin, and the laughter froze in my throat. Slowly, I turned, my breath catching as I saw him.

Cassian stood at the edge of the ring, his massive frame rigid with tension. His wings were flared wide, the sunlight gleaming off their powerful expanse. His hazel eyes locked on me—on Azriel—and the raw, unrelenting fury in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine.

“Cassian,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t respond, not to me. His eyes were glued to Azriel, narrowing dangerously as he crossed the distance between us in long, purposeful strides. His movements were predatory, the kind of quiet, controlled anger that made my pulse quicken.

Azriel’s shadows curled tighter around him, sensing the storm brewing in Cassian’s gaze. “Cass, we were just—”

“Don’t,” Cassian growled, his voice low and venomous. “Don’t even try to explain.”

I stepped toward him, trying to diffuse whatever this was, but the moment his eyes snapped to me, I froze. There was something wild in his gaze, something that burned hotter than anger.

“Cassian,” I started softly, “you’re overreacting. We were just sparring—”

“Overreacting?” he snarled, his wings flaring wider. “I saw the way he touched you. The way you smiled at him. Like he has any right—any fucking right—to be near you like that.”

My breath hitched, and something hot and electric crackled through me. His fury was palpable, his possessiveness overwhelming, and I found myself rooted in place, unable to look away from him.

“Cassian,” I murmured, my voice steadier now, “it wasn’t like that. Azriel was just helping me with my footing.”

His lips curled into a bitter, humorless smile. “Helping you? Is that what we’re calling it now? Laughing with him, letting him stand so close to you like he’s earned that?”

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. “You’re being ridiculous—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupted, his voice rough and unyielding. “I don’t care if I’m being ridiculous. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see someone else touching you? To see another male making you laugh like that?” He stepped closer, towering over me now, his hazel eyes burning into mine. “You’re mine, Y/N. Mine. No one else gets to have you—not your smiles, not your laughter, not a single fucking moment of your attention.”

The sheer intensity of his words sent a shiver through me, but it wasn’t fear that coiled in my stomach—it was something far deeper, something that set my blood on fire.

“And you think I don’t know that?” I whispered, stepping closer, challenging the space he was so desperately trying to claim. “You think I don’t know who I belong to?”

His jaw clenched, his breathing heavy as his hands came up to cup my face, rough and urgent. “Then say it,” he growled, his voice low and raw. “Say it, Y/N. Say you’re mine.”

My heart thundered in my chest as I met his gaze, my own voice steady despite the storm brewing between us. “I’m yours, Cassian. Always yours.”

The tension in his body snapped like a taut string, and his mouth was on mine before I could take another breath. The kiss was possessive, claiming, like he needed to mark me, to remind me—and himself—that I was his. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, his wings curling around us like a shield, blocking out the rest of the world.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breathing ragged. “You drive me insane,” he murmured, his voice still laced with that possessive edge. “I see someone else near you, and I just—”

“You don’t have to worry about anyone else,” I interrupted, my hands sliding up to rest against his chest. “There’s no one else, Cassian. Only you.”

His eyes softened slightly, though the fire in them didn’t dim. “Good,” he said, his voice still rough. “Because I don’t share, Y/N. Not even a little. You’re mine, and I’ll burn the whole damn world down before I let anyone take you from me.”

The raw intensity of his words sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He let out a low growl, pulling me into his arms again, his wings folding around us like a cocoon. “I love you,” he murmured against my hair. “More than I can ever put into words. And I’ll fight anyone—even Azriel—if they so much as look at you the wrong way.”

I laughed softly, the sound muffled against his chest. “Azriel was just trying to help,” I teased, though I couldn’t help the warmth spreading through me at his possessiveness.

“He can help from a distance,” Cassian muttered, his grip on me tightening slightly.

And as his wings wrapped tighter around us, shielding me from everything else, I couldn’t bring myself to argue.

[bratminksstuff]

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔,𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚..

Azriel x reader| Y/N's ex decided to pay her a surprise visit and tries to win her back..but not on Azriel's watch

warnings: Jealous Az

a/n: A request from none other than my sister made, so this is for you, girly. Happy reading loves!!!

word count: 882 

The music thrummed through Rita’s as Y/N leaned against the bar, laughing with Mor about something Rhys had done earlier in the day. The Illyrian warrior across the room, however, wasn’t paying attention to the jokes or the music. Azriel’s sharp eyes were glued to Y/N, as they often were, though he tried to keep it subtle. Tonight, though, it was harder to look away.

She looked radiant, her smile lighting up the dimly lit space, and her laughter was like a melody he could lose himself in. He felt a warmth in his chest every time she laughed, every time she glanced in his direction. She was his. At least, he thought she was—or hoped she would be, soon.

Azriel was about to make his way over when the door to the bar swung open, and a figure he didn’t recognize stepped inside. The man was tall, handsome, and carried himself with a cocky air that immediately set Azriel on edge. His shadows curled tighter around him, whispering like a warning.

The stranger’s eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Y/N. His face broke into a grin, and he strode toward her with purpose.

Azriel’s heart dropped as he watched the man approach her. Y/N froze for a moment when she saw him, her expression shifting from surprise to something Azriel couldn’t quite place—something that made his blood boil. The stranger leaned in close, saying something that made her blink in shock, then shake her head.

It was then that Azriel realized who the man was. Her ex.

Azriel’s grip on his glass tightened, and it cracked slightly under the force. His shadows writhed around him, agitated and restless, feeding off his anger. He wanted to march over there, drag the man out by his collar, and make it clear that Y/N was not someone he could just waltz back into the life of.

But he waited, watching as Y/N spoke to her ex with a firm expression. She looked annoyed, maybe even angry, but the man wasn’t backing down. He stepped closer to her, his hand brushing her arm, and that was Azriel’s breaking point.

In a flash, he was across the room, his shadows swirling like a dark storm around him. He stepped between Y/N and her ex, his hazel eyes sharp and cold as they fixed on the man.

“Is there a problem here?” Azriel’s voice was low, calm, and deadly. The kind of calm that made people take a step back.

The ex frowned, clearly irritated by the interruption. “Who the hell are you?”

Azriel’s shadows lashed out, curling around the man’s wrist and pulling him back just enough to make him stumble. “I’m the one who decides whether you leave here with all your limbs intact,” he said, his tone even but laced with venom.

Y/N placed a hand on Azriel’s arm, her touch grounding him slightly, though his shadows still roiled with anger. “Az,” she said softly, “it’s fine. I’ve got this.”

But Azriel didn’t move. His jaw tightened as he stared the man down. “He doesn’t belong here,” Azriel said, his voice barely above a growl. “And he doesn’t belong anywhere near you.”

The ex scoffed, trying to put on a brave face, but Azriel’s shadows whispered secrets he couldn’t understand, and it was enough to send a shiver down his spine. “Fine,” the man muttered, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll go. But don’t think this is over.”

Azriel’s eyes followed him as he left, and only when the door shut behind him did his shadows begin to settle. He turned to Y/N, his expression softening slightly, though the possessiveness in his eyes remained.

“Azriel,” she began, her voice a mix of exasperation and something warmer, “you didn’t need to do that.”

“Yes, I did,” he said, his voice firm. He stepped closer, his hands hovering near her waist but not quite touching. “He doesn’t get to come back into your life and act like he still has a place in it.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “And you do?”

Azriel’s throat worked as he swallowed, and for a moment, he looked unsure. But then his gaze locked onto hers, and he nodded. “Yes,” he said quietly but with conviction. “If you’ll let me.”

Her lips parted slightly in surprise, and then she smiled—a small, genuine smile that made his heart race. “You’re an idiot,” she said fondly, stepping closer and placing a hand on his chest. “But you’re my idiot.”

Azriel’s shadows swirled around them both, cocooning them in a dark, protective embrace as he finally allowed himself to pull her into his arms. “I’ll always protect you,” he murmured against her hair, his voice soft but unyielding. “From anyone. Even yourself, if I have to.”

She laughed softly, burying her face in his chest. “I don’t need protecting, you know.”

“Maybe not,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But you’re mine, Y/N. And I don’t share.”

[bratminksstuff]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯ᯓᡣ𐭩 Part 2.

Azriel x reader| After Azriel rejects Y/N, he realizes how deeply he has mistaken and tries to win her back

warnings: slight angst, happy ending , fluff

a/n: you asked for part 2 and I delivered. Happy reading loves!!

word count: 976 

Days turned into weeks, and Azriel couldn’t escape the echo of Y/N’s voice as she walked away that night. Her words haunted him, lingering in the corners of his mind even when he tried to push them away. The way her eyes had shimmered with unshed tears—the hurt he’d caused—was a memory he couldn’t shake.

He thought being honest was the right thing to do, thought he’d spared her more pain by letting her go. But now, Azriel felt hollow, as if he’d cut off a piece of himself. His shadows, usually comforting companions, offered no solace. Instead, they whispered her name, danced with memories of her smile, and tugged at him to seek her out.

It was only when he saw Elain again—her delicate beauty and warm demeanor as enchanting as ever—that it hit him. There was no ache in his chest, no yearning in his soul. Elain had been a fantasy, a dream of what he thought he wanted. But Y/N? She had been real, grounding him with her strength, her courage, her warmth. She’d seen him—not the shadowsinger, not the weapon—but the man. And he’d let her go.

Azriel clenched his fists, his jaw tight. He had made a mistake. A colossal mistake. And if there was one thing he’d learned in centuries of war and regret, it was that some mistakes couldn’t be undone—but they could be atoned for.

He would fight for her.

It started small. Azriel appeared in the training grounds where Y/N had taken to honing her skills. She ignored him at first, her focus sharp as she shot arrow after arrow at the targets. But he stayed, silently watching, his heart lurching every time she refused to meet his gaze.

The next day, she found a bouquet of night-blooming flowers waiting for her on the table in the House of Wind, a simple note tucked between them: I’m sorry. I miss you.

She left the flowers untouched.

Azriel didn’t give up. He sought her out, tried to speak with her, but Y/N evaded him at every turn. When she wasn’t training, she was out with Nesta or Feyre, and when she was home, she locked herself in her room. The message was clear: she didn’t want to see him.

But Azriel was nothing if not persistent.

One night, as the stars blanketed Velaris, he found her in her favorite place—the balcony where he had broken her heart. She was leaning against the railing, the wind playing with her hair. She didn’t look at him as he approached, but he knew she sensed him.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice soft but heavy with emotion.

She sighed, her eyes fixed on the horizon. “What do you want, Azriel?”

“To apologize,” he said immediately, stepping closer but keeping his distance. “And to tell you I was wrong.”

That made her turn, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Wrong?”

He nodded, his shadows curling tightly around him as though ashamed. “I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you go. I thought… I thought my heart belonged to someone else. But I was blind. Elain was never mine to love. And even if she were…” His voice broke, and he looked at her with a vulnerability she’d never seen before. “She isn’t you.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by his words. “Azriel—”

“Please,” he said, his voice almost a plea. “Let me finish. You saw me—the real me—and still cared. You never tried to change me or fix me. You were just there, steady and unwavering. And I was a fool to push you away. I don’t deserve you, I know that. But, Y/N, I’m asking for a chance to prove that I can be better—for you.”

She crossed her arms, her expression guarded. “You think a few flowers and pretty words will make me forget how much you hurt me?”

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I know it won’t. I know I’ll have to earn your trust back, brick by brick. I’ll wait as long as it takes. I’ll do whatever it takes. Just… don’t shut me out completely.”

Y/N studied him, searching his face for any sign of insincerity. But all she saw was raw regret and hope—hope that she could crush with a single word.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again,” she admitted, her voice cracking.

Azriel stepped closer, his shadows parting to let her see the truth in his eyes. “Then I’ll spend the rest of my life proving you can.”

For a long moment, she said nothing. Then, finally, she sighed. “You have one chance, Azriel. Don’t waste it.”

His shoulders sagged with relief, and for the first time in weeks, a faint smile touched his lips. “I won’t.”

It wasn’t easy. Azriel kept his word, showing up every day with small gestures of kindness and unwavering support. He trained alongside her, listened when she spoke, and gave her the space she needed when she asked for it. Slowly, the walls she had built began to crack.

One evening, as they stood on that same balcony, Y/N turned to him, her eyes soft. “You’re lucky I’m giving you a second chance, shadowsinger.”

Azriel smiled, his shadows swirling happily around them. “I know. And I’ll spend every day earning it.”

She shook her head, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “You already have.”

And as he reached for her hand, their fingers intertwining under the starlit sky, Azriel knew he would never let her go again.

[bratminksstuff]

[bratminksstuff]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯ᯓᡣ𐭩

Reader x Azriel | You confess ur feelings for Azriel but he rejects you cause he has feelings for Elain

warnings: slight angst, rejection, sadness

a/n: This is my first story so I'm sorry if I made alot of mistakes

word count: 598

The stars shimmered faintly overhead as Y/N stood on the balcony of the House of Wind, the cool night air brushing against her skin. She clutched the edge of her cloak tightly, summoning every ounce of courage she had. Tonight, she would tell him—Azriel, the shadowsinger who had somehow crept into her heart.

She turned at the sound of his quiet footsteps, his presence as soft as the breeze. Azriel stepped onto the balcony, his golden-brown skin glowing faintly under the moonlight, his hazel eyes unreadable as they met hers. His shadows whispered around him, darting close before retreating, as though they, too, were wary of what was to come.

“You wanted to speak with me?” he asked, his voice a soft rumble, carrying the gentleness that always made her feel safe.

Y/N nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. “I did. Azriel, I—” She paused, her breath catching. “I need to tell you something.”

His gaze softened, his head tilting slightly as he waited. The silence stretched, and Y/N realized there was no going back.

“I care about you,” she confessed, her voice trembling. “More than I ever thought possible. I know you might not feel the same, but I needed you to know.”

For a moment, Azriel’s expression was unreadable, his shadows curling tighter around him. Then, with a sigh so quiet it was almost swallowed by the night, he spoke. “Y/N, you are kind, brave, and more extraordinary than you realize. But…” He hesitated, his eyes dropping to the ground for a fleeting moment. When they met hers again, they were filled with a sorrow so deep it nearly broke her. “I can’t give you what you want.”

Her breath hitched. She had expected rejection—prepared herself for it—but the weight of his words still struck her like a blade. “Why?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His shadows swirled as if to shield him from the rawness of his own emotions. “Because my heart…” He paused, as though searching for the right words. “It belongs to someone else.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, and she knew without asking who he meant. She had seen the way Azriel’s gaze lingered on Elain, the softness in his expression whenever she was near. She had known, deep down, but some part of her had hoped—prayed—that she could change his mind.

“I’m sorry,” Azriel said, stepping closer but keeping enough distance to avoid giving her false hope. “You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart. And I… I’m not that person.”

Y/N forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “You don’t have to apologize. You can’t help who you love.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened, his regret evident. “I wish things were different.”

“So do I,” she murmured, her voice cracking.

For a moment, they stood in silence, the distance between them feeling wider than the entire Court of Nightmares. Finally, Y/N straightened her spine, summoning every bit of strength she had left. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

Azriel’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he nodded. “If you ever need a friend, I’m here.”

She nodded, though she wasn’t sure she could bear to see him again so soon. Without another word, Y/N turned and left the balcony, her footsteps echoing in the quiet night. She didn’t look back.

As she descended the stairs, her heart aching, she whispered to herself, “I’ll be okay. Eventually.”

And she would be. Though it would take time, Y/N knew she would find her own path—one that didn’t lead to Azriel’s shadows but to her own light.