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Paring: Azriel x Reader x Eris

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Summary: In the aftermath of war, peace reigns over the realms of Prythian, but the delicate balance hangs in the hands of two unlikely mediators—You and Lucien. As the newly appointed Emissaries of Peace, your duty is clear: maintain alliances, foster understanding between courts, and navigate the intricate webs of fae politics.

But when fate deals an unexpected twist, revealing that you possess not one, but two mates, the tranquillity you've worked so hard to uphold is suddenly threatened. Caught between two males who refuse to share, you find yourself thrust into a precarious position, torn between duty and desire.

What will you do and who will you choose?

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The Dawn's Meeting Chamber, served as the esteemed location for all court attended meetings. Through previous trials and tribulations, and now amidst the settled peace, its significance remained steadfast. Thesan, your own High Lord, presided with grace and authority, embodying the essence of a perfect host.

And despite this being a time of peace, alliances were still rocky. Dawn served as the perfect neutral territory.

Cushioned oak chairs were meticulously arranged in a circle around the reflection room, offering a comfortable seat for attendees. Positioned opposite each other on either side of the reflective pool, you and Lucien stood poised amidst the chairs. He occupied the twelfth hour, while you claimed the 6th, a silent yet powerful representation of the balance and harmony you held within your new positions.

Up until this moment, the weight of such responsibility had never rested upon your shoulders. For years, you had drifted through various roles within the Dawn Court, from the serene halls of the Library, the bustling markets of the city and the melodies of the theatre. Even during the war, Thesan had recognised your unique talents and utilised you on the border, a role that had never quite settled comfortably within you.

As a soldier in the midst of conflict, you had often felt like a square peg in a round hole, grappling with a sense of unease that gnawed at your core. It was as if you were searching for something, yet never quite finding where you belonged. Perhaps it was because you were different, your nature straddling the line between worlds in a way that defied easy categorisation.

As much as you passed for High Fae, it was clear to those who truly listened, that wasn’t the case.

So when Lucien came to you with his proposition, a plea wrapped in a promise of purpose and significance, you couldn't bring yourself to refuse him. For the first time in your life, an opportunity had arisen that held the potential to make a tangible difference, to offer a sense of fulfilment, a sense of belonging.

A subtle exchange of nods and smiles passed between you and your friend. With a confident stance and a lifted chin, you prepared to address the esteemed gathering.

As the chamber filled with representatives from the solar courts, the seasonal courts, and the human alliance, a palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air. You and Lucien exchanged respectful greetings with the High Lord and Ladies in attendance, bowing your heads to their esteemed positions.

Once everyone was settled, Lucien stepped forward to take his place at the head of the meeting, assuming the role of leader with poise and authority. With a nod of approval from Thesan, the meeting commenced, setting the stage for discussions that would hopefully shape the future of the fae lands and beyond.

Lucien’s voice rang out, commanding the attention of all present. You felt the swell of pride fill your chest. That was your best friend. Lucien had been selected by all courts for this role, and you couldn’t envision anyone better.

A kind male, with a huge heart and smart mind. He was perfect for this.

"We are here today in the first allied meeting of peace since the cessation of hostilities," he began, his tone measured yet commanding. "It is a testament to our collective efforts and determination that we gather here today in pursuit of peace and prosperity for all."

Pausing briefly to allow his words to resonate, Lucien continued, his gaze sweeping across the assembled dignitaries. "This is a pivotal moment for our land, a time to address any lingering concerns, to foster open dialogue, and to reaffirm our commitments to cooperation and understanding."

He gestured with open arms towards the reflective pool at the centre of the chamber, "I invite each of you to speak freely, to raise any issues or grievances regarding borders, trade agreements, or any other matters that may impact the stability of our realms."

Lucien had set the tone for the meeting, and you gave him a proud smile in return when his eyes flickered over you. You, along with Lucien and the courts were shaping the course of the future. A better future for everyone.

You had never been a part of these meetings before, but from what Lucien had shared, they usually didn’t go well. Before the most recent peace treaty, Lucien had briefed you on the usual hostility that hung in these meetings. Hostility so rife, that Lucien’s own brother, Eris, had almost met his end at the hands of the Shadowsinger.

A male who you had spotted as soon as he had entered the chamber. How could anyone miss him? His features were chiselled and angular, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline that clenched as he listened to the conversations of the room. He demanded a dark ethereal beauty that was all encompassing. You were smart enough not to let your eyes linger too long when he first arrived, but now while everyone was distracted by debate you took a moment to take him in.

Azriel stood tall and imposing behind his High Lord and Lady. You and Lucien had restricted how many attendees were allowed in these new meetings. High Lords and Ladies of the court were allowed to bring up to two attendees, whether that be scholars, soldiers, courtiers. Whoever they deemed fit. These were meetings of peace, there was no need to flex muscle and power.

It seemed the Night Court had selected their Spymaster for attendance with them today; his presence spoke volumes of the Night Court's cautious approach to diplomacy. Especially after what Lucien had shared about the Shadowsingers unrestrained actions of the last meeting.

His dark hair fell in sleek short waves, framing his face. The black strands were a stark contrast to those hazel eyes. Beside him, his shadows lingered, a constant and enigmatic presence at his side. Though you had grown accustomed to their role as messengers in your correspondence, it was a whole other experience seeing them now in the flesh, accompanying their master.

You were aware of his delicate relationship with Lucein, the crossfires they had found themselves in regarding Lucien’s mate. And although you’re not entirely sure what went down, the repercussions left neither males fostering any type of relationship with Elain.

Azriel’s expression was inscrutable, much like his earlier cryptic letters you had exchanged with him over the past two months. Hard to decipher.

Perhaps it was your natural charm, or your way with words though, that managed to entice the Shadowsinger to show a different side. It was exactly 2 weeks of correspondence before the tone started to change.

Before officially taking on the role of Emissary, Lucien had to request approval for you to join him. In the meantime, you took on the difficult task of helping Spring Court. Those earlier weeks were dire, Tamlin would hide in his vine covered house and you were left to pick up the pieces best you could. Surprisingly it was Azriel’s letters that you received the most, him wanting daily updates on Tamlin and the progress of the court. No doubt, his own High Lord breathing down his neck for all information regarding his mate's ex lover.

Your notes were always polite and concise, but when writing to Lucien you often signed them off in jest. And after a particularly depressing update on the Spring Court, you signed at the end.

Send prayers, I worry I won’t even make it till Solstice.

You signed with a scribble of a sad face, knowing Lucien would read your sarcasm well. However, thanks to the Shadowsigner’s meddlesome shadows, Lucien’s and Azriels letters somehow got swapped. So when you were expecting some witty remark from Lucien, it was in fact Azriel that took you by surprise.

I worry you won’t too…and what a shame that would be.

It was a taunting reply, one you hadn’t expected but made you smirk all the same.

A shame indeed… but do you doubt my capabilities, Shadowsinger? I’ll have you know, I am to be the new Emissary of Peace.

I know exactly who you are, y/n.

That had just been the beginning of your playful mockery, and there was a small part of you that felt guilty for looking forward to his messages so much. Especially considering who he was to Lucien. But you couldn’t help but reply. Spring Court had been so dreary, it was sometimes the only thing to lighten up your day.

You were intrigued to hear Azriel’s voice, hear what the ripples of his vocal cords would reveal. What did your pen pal sound like? What else would you discover about the Shadowsinger, now his court resided under you?

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Your eyes carefully swept over the other attendees, absorbing the nuances of their discussions and concerns. Kallias's voice carried across the chamber as he delved into the intricacies and concerns of trade agreements between Summer. His worries about the quality of products traversing such diverse climates were evident, but you knew how desperately Summer needed the trade.

Tarquin was the youngest in the room beside Feyre– the Night Court's High Lady.

The first High Lady ever you reminded yourself.

With Summer now falling under your jurisdiction, you couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for the younger ruler, still finding his footing amidst the complexities of court politics. He had never even ruled during a time of peace when the only concerns were whether his goods would freeze as soon as they crossed the Winter border.

This is where you came in. This was your job. Maintaining vital exchanges for the prosperity of all involved.

As Kallias concluded his remarks, you chose that moment to interject, your voice cutting through the air with quiet authority. "You've made such a valid point, Kallias," you acknowledged, drawing the attention of the room toward you for the first time.

Your voice was soft and gentle, yet filled the room with a warmth that perhaps these meetings had always lacked.

“I know it’s been a long time since trade as ran between the courts, and we want to make this transition as smooth and successful for everyone”

Your gaze shifted to Helion, the High Lord of Day, a thoughtful expression on his face as he observed you. "I wonder if this is something Day could help with," you continued, laying out your proposal with careful deliberation.

“Solan, your spell weaver has quite the talent for weathered charms. His expertise is extraordinary, I’ve seen his work” You sung the Day’s residents praises brightly.

You had met Solan many years ago when he collaborated with Nuan on one of her ingenious inventions.

“I believe he has the capabilities to create such a charm that could assist with smooth tradings and deliveries, across all the seasonal courts”

To win the favour of this notion, it would have to benefit not only Summer.

Helion met your gaze, his eyes betraying a hint of intrigue as he considered your suggestion. "You are correct," he conceded, nodding in agreement. "Solan could create such a spell. But of course at a cost."

“Of course,” you smiled. You wouldn’t expect anything less.

Tarquin's smile was genuine but soft as he responded, "That is something Summer would be happy to discuss."

“As would Spring” Tamlin spoke. A quietness settled after, his transgressions still creating an uncomfortable tension.

Your eyes flickered to the familiar auburn hair of Eris, someone you had not seen in years. He merely nodded reluctantly, almost as if he detested how smooth that had been.

“I will speak with Solan, and be in touch shortly, gentleman” Helion said with grace, sending you a smile and a soft wink.

Turning back to Kallias, you addressed his concerns directly, offering the solution. "With Solan's expertise, we can ensure that shipments between courts are unaffected by weather conditions," you assured him.

"Send me a quote Helion '' Kallias nodded beside his wife, mate, Vivnae– the second High Lady in history. “As long as the goods maintain their quality, I’m happy to move forward with confidence."

A sense of relief washed over you at the resolution. You were smooth, decisive and quick.

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As your perceptive gaze traversed the room, meticulously dissecting the nuances of each attendee's demeanour, listening to their breaths, smacking of lips and the clicking on tongues. It all revealed so much. You could hear it within the unspoken.

Your eyes abruptly came to a halt upon falling into a familiar amber gaze—the penetrating stare of Eris Vanserra.

His eyes locked on yours like a hawk. A tight smirk graced Eris's lips as his gaze roved over your form with a predatory intensity, sending a subtle shiver down your spine that you quickly suppressed.

You couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in his appearance—the shorter hair that framed his features in a way that suited him, a departure from the longer locks that had once adorned his head. You wondered if he had cut his hair before or after he had killed his father? Or had he cut his hair for that reason alone?

A new chapter. Cut the dead weight. Just like he’d cut down Beron.

To kill a parent. To kill your own father. Not that Beron didn’t have it coming, it was rightfully deserved but you wondered what toll that would have on someone. You knew of the scars Beron had left on his sons, even if they hadn’t told you. You had always heard under their words. And you hoped now, that they could heal and find some semblance of peace with their monster of a father gone.

Memories flooded back of a time when your mother would take you for playdates in Autumn. Eris along with his brothers would often tease you. It was because of those moments you and Lucien had gotten so close. Seeking unity in one another when hiding together as children from his older brother's taunts.

Eris was the kinder one out of the pack, at least back then. Perhaps kind wasn’t the right word to choose, but he was indifferent to you. He stood out as a somewhat mitigating force. Being the eldest and already grown, his words always carried a sharp edge, laced with venomous undertones, however there was a distinct lack of malice directed at you. Eris would often intercede his brothers teasing with biting remarks, questioning the rationale behind their actions when they would corner you and Lucein.

I didn’t realise you were so weak that you had to pick on our baby brother and his little friend.

Perhaps if you weren’t so obsessed with Lucien and his little girlfriend you might have figured how to channel fire by now.

Why do you always bother her, do you like her? Should I tell Father about your little crush on the girl from Dawn?

His words were often curt and abrasive, but they never failed to disrupt the relentless onslaught of ridicule. You were young then, your ability had only reared its head in your early adulthood. But you wondered what you might have noticed within his words if you had been able to hear.

Your loyalties always lay with Lucien, but as much as you hated to admit it- you couldn't deny the undeniable allure of the eldest Vanserra brother. Sure, Lucien was undeniably beautiful, that was a fact you didn't need reminding of. But there was an enigmatic quality to Eris that had always intrigued you. In your early adulthood, you often caught yourself searching for the eldest Vanserra brother during your visits to Lucien, a secret desire you hoped Lucien never caught wind of.

You pulled your eyes away, not allowing him the satisfaction of noticing any indifference on you. You honed into the rest of the discussions, aiding Lucien when needed to keep conversations moving freely and light.

The new peace treaty between the courts and the humans was still fresh and hung delicately in the air. Despite the fervent desire for discussions to revolve solely around diplomatic relations and fostering harmony, there were inevitably topics that couldn't be skirted around.

Rhysand had taken charge of ensuring that any lingering remnants of former enemies were swiftly disbanded. It appeared that, for the time being, any remaining threats had retreated into the shadows.

Good. You hoped they withered away in their caves. The resentment you harboured against the people who had caused your home, your land so much pain was something you were sure everyone in this room could relate to.

With a successful conclusion the meeting came to an end, leaving you with ample opportunity to mingle among the courts and assess the collective mood and gain insight to how this inaugural gathering had been perceived. A quick look at Lucien told you everything you needed to know, and you both swiftly walked in opposite directions to begin addressing the courts independently.

Tamlin was first on your left. And you offered him a respectful bow and small smile.

“Heard you’re abandoning me” there was that bitterness that always hung on his words nowadays. However the depressive lull of his tone wasn’t as prevalent as it once was.

“Tamlin” you spoke softly, with an endearing look. “Your court is about to embark on it’s renewal, something you should be tremendously proud of.”

His features were set in a tight expression, lines of frustration etched into his brow as he regarded you with a mixture of wariness and scepticism. His once noble visage now bore the marks of weariness and resentment, a shadow of the High Lord he had once been.

You continued “But with Lucien once being your emissary, we felt he had the best expertise when it came to resettling some of your residents, I’m sure seeing a familiar face will be reassuring to them” Tamlin's response was guarded, his jaw clenched as he absorbed your words. He couldn’t deny you were right.

You usually always were.

"Of course, I'm only a correspondence away if you truly need my help," you reassured him, reaching forward to give his forearm a delicate squeeze. "Don't be a stranger, Tamlin."

With a reluctant nod, Tamlin conceded to your words, his expression softening ever so slightly as he bid you farewell and winnowed away.

That went better than expected, you thought. Grateful that Tamlin’s days of tantrums seemed to be over, but you did worry for him and his court. You hoped he and Lucien would be able to work through their problems together and get Spring flourishing once more.

You knew of the friction between Tamlin and other courts, particularly Night. It was not lost on you. Lucien had provided insight into the underlying conflicts and grievances, filling you in on the gaps that gossip hadn’t shared. While you understood the ramifications of Tamlin's actions, you couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion for the Spring Court and its inhabitants.

You wanted to see Spring thrive once more, to provide a safe haven for those who had spent their lives within its borders. This was a goal both you and Lucein shared.

As Tarquin approached with a radiant smile, his white hair flowing gracefully over his blue and gold attire, you returned the gesture with a respectful bow of your head. His presence exuded warmth and vitality, his rich brown skin glowing under the gentle rays of dawn that filtered into the room.

"I believe you'll be taking care of Summer," he remarked, his smile widening as he acknowledged your new role.

"Tarquin, Varian," you greeted, inclining your head towards both him and his attendee with a bow. "I'm looking forward to supporting you both, and I have to say… I am a lover of the sun and sea, so I'm sure my visits to Summer will be my weekly highlight," you added with a light smirk, hoping to sweeten the interaction with a touch of flattery.

"I hope that will be the case,” Tarquin replied warmly, his tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. As he took your hand, you felt a rush of warmth as he pressed a gentle kiss upon it. “I look forward to our relationship and seeing what we can do together for my court, and of course for all of Prythian," he bid you farewell, and with a nod to Varian, they both winnowed away.

You didn’t need to rely on your ability to hear the unspoken to understand what that was. It was evident in the way Tarquin looked at you. A genuine fondness in his eyes, a warmth that spoke volumes. It was clear that he liked you…and attention from a handsome High Lord was not something you were opposed to.

You felt a gaze and you looked back gently to see Lucien giving you a knowing look with a slight smirk. He’d seen the interaction then. You’re sure he’d have something snarky to say later about it.

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You were left with the looming shadowy energy that had been in the corner of the room – the Night Court. Azriel was to greet you first, stepping away as his High Lord and Lady were engrossed in a conversation with Winter.

You turned to the Shadowsinger, your hand outstretched in a very human gesture of greeting, a deliberate choice made by you and Lucien to foster bridges with both the Fae and humans. Adopting some of their mannerisms wouldn’t hurt. Plus, Azriel was your equal; you would not bow to him.

Azriel hesitated for a moment, a fleeting pause that had you searching for its cause. But that reluctance dissolved as you felt his large hand envelop yours. You felt the jagged edges of lines on his palm pressing against your soft skin, scars that covered every inch of his hand, that had you curious to what had caused such a thing. Without glancing down, your eyes remained locked on the Shadowsinger's gaze as you gently squeezed his hand back in a firm shake.

“It’s nice to finally put a name to a face,” Azriel spoke as your hands parted.

“I hope I don’t disappoint,” you teased, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Perhaps it was the familiarity that had grown in these past weeks that allowed such a remark to escape.

A glint of something unfamiliar flickered in Azriel’s eye, his lips quirking into a slight smirk. But before you could hear his words, you sensed the powerful presence of another, and you swiftly turned to bow to the Night Court's High Lord and Lady.

“Rhysand, it’s been a long time. It’s good to see you again,” you greeted warmly, recalling brief encounters at events when you were both much younger, before he’d even ascended to High Lord.

Rhys nodded in agreement before introducing you to Feyre.

“Your reputation precedes you,” you remarked, turning to the High Lady, who returned your smile.

Cursebreaker. Cauldron-blessed. High Lady of the Night Court.

“As does yours. Lucien said he was enlisting the help of a trusted friend. Glad to see another female in the room,” Feyre replied, her tone light and welcoming.

“Ah, yes.” You gave a knowing nod to the outdated misogynistic rules of the land “I have a long-term plan. Just give it a year, and I believe it will be us females who dominate these meetings,” you joked playfully.

“Now that is something I would like to see,” Rhys teased, nudging his mate playfully.

Feyre laughed lightly before continuing, her voice carrying a warm tone. “We’ve been told we fall under your jurisdiction now.”

You nodded, acknowledging the shift. “I will be splitting my time equally across the courts under my care.”

“I’m glad,” Feyre replied, her gaze thoughtful. “Azriel said you were quite adept in your work. You've apparently got Spring Court back up and running”

You smiled at the mention of Azriel's appraisal. You noticed him shuffling slightly on his feet at his mention, his shadows swirling around him in an almost teasing manner “Nice to know someone was singing my praises,” you quipped, but you heard the unspoken words of Feyre’s remark.

You knew of her time in Spring, a time she was definitely not fond of. But you could hear in her words that she was digging for something. “Sure, me and Tamlin have been able to collaborate for the renewal of his court. I’m pleased it has been so successful, to finally have it’s residents returning home”

Whether that was the response Feyre was hoping for you’re not sure, but she merely nodded her head. You excused yourself from their company to finally greet the flickering energy that had been heating it’s way across the room to you. You stood before Eris, his imposing presence overshadowed by his two brothers snickering behind him as you offered a respectful bow.

“Eris.” you greeted respectfully. There was a part of you that had been hesitant to look after Autumn, however you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving them under Lucien.

Eris merely smirked, his demeanour suggesting he relished the moment you had to bow before him. He reached out, his touch warm yet firm as he grasped your wrist and examined your sleeve with a critical eye.

“Leaves, really? I thought flames best represented my court,” he remarked, his tone teasing.

You withdrew your hand quickly, his touch feeling oddly inappropriate in the formal setting. It served as a stark reminder that regardless of your newfound title, you would always be seen as his little brother's best friend.

Swallowing hard, you met his gaze with narrowed eyes, defending your choice of attire. “Autumn has always symbolised a transitional time within the seasons, a new beginning. I felt it best represented the fresh start we are embarking on. I thought it mirrored the new chapter you seek as well.”

Eris’s brothers rolled their eyes behind him, but you held your ground, unyielding in your stance. Eris couldn’t refute your words; you had spoken the truth. With Beron’s reign over, Eris was indeed ushering in a new era for his court.

“You and your pretty words…” Eris mused, his tone bordering on slight admiration.

“I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know your court falls under my jurisdiction,” you announced confidently.

“Oh good, do we get you for two months as well? Or do you only whore yourself off to Tamlin?” one of Eris’s brothers interjected with a crude remark. Eris shot his brother with a deathly reprimanding glance that shut him up instantly.

You bit back a retort, knowing that maintaining composure was paramount. Especially in this setting.

Instead you would use your pretty words and smart mouth.

“I didn’t realise Autumn felt neglected. I’ll make a note,” you replied evenly. “I will be visiting Autumn for two days every week, if that suffices. But if your court is in dire need of additional support, I can inquire with the other courts about allocating more time to you.”

“That will not be needed,” Eris replied curtly, cutting off any further discussion on the matter. He would not have any insinuation that his court needed support, that his reign was weak.

That was exactly the response you had expected. You gave him a knowing look, his stare challenging yours as a small smirk played on his lips. He was enjoying this you realised, enjoying your company, enjoying the challenge you presented. And as he gently licked his bottom lip, his gaze still prowling over you, you realised he was enjoying what he was seeing too.

As you stood in the midst of the exchange with Eris, you noticed a slight movement out of the corner of your eye. Sensing the shift in energy, you turned slightly to glance over your shoulder, finding the piercing gaze of the Shadowsinger fixed upon Eris. His eyes bore into Eris with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, an unmistakable venom simmering beneath the surface.

You were aware of their previous altercation, but you hadn’t realised how deep their hatred ran.

The Shadowsinger didn’t like any of the Vanserra brothers then– noted.

Eris, catching the subtle exchange, rolled his eyes lightly, a small huff escaping his lips, barely noticeable to anyone but you.

"It'll be nice to see you among the autumn leaves again, y/n," Eris purred with an air of indifference before he and his brothers swiftly winnowed away. However for a split second you swore you saw it. When his amber eyes fell back to yours, you swore you saw that kindness he always kept hidden.

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As the last of the attendees left the meeting chamber, you and Lucien shared a glance, a mixture of relief and satisfaction evident in both your expressions.

"I think that went well," you remarked, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Lucien nodded in agreement, linking his arm with yours. "Better than expected, considering the diverse personalities we had to deal with." he chuckled with an eye roll.

You nodded in agreement, smiling softly with a playful glint in your eye. "Looks like the real work begins now, eh?"

Lucien laughed heartily, falling into step beside you as you made your way out of the chamber.

“Make sure you’re being careful though” Lucien said in a moment of seriousness. You tilted your head to look at him, trying to understand what he meant in that.

Was it your interaction with Tarquin, or something else entirely?

"I’m always careful Lucie” You replied, offering a reassuring smile before pivoting back. “Let the peacekeeping begin." You declared, your fist pumping the air with determination.

Lucien couldn't resist a playful jab, muttering under his breath, "Why does this feel more like we're babysitting everyone?"

Laughter bubbled between the two of you as you exited the meeting chamber, ready to embrace the challenges of maintaining peace and unity among the courts.

How hard could peacekeeping be anyway?

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a/n: Sorry this took so long, and again I'm still setting the role and relationships up so it's gonna be a slow burn- but bare with! It'll be worth it <3 would love to know your thoughts on it all! Enjoyyyy - Lottie xx

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thesimline · 11 months

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Enjoy this big round up of 1930s style hair cuts for the ladies! CC links after the cut.

You can find more of my female hair collections here:

1920s ✺ 1940s ✺ 1950s ✺ 1960s ✺ 1970s ✺ 1980s ✺ 1990s

1 - Emilia by Ivo Sims

2 - Lucia by My Stuff

3 - Clementine by Aharris00britney

4 - 30s Hair by Vroshii

5 - Medium Pulled Up Curls by My Stuff

6 - Charlotte by Feral Poodles (TSR)

7 - Classy by DelcoWebney

8 - Solange by Badkarma (TSR)

9 - The 30s Hair by Birksche

10 - Arlette by Simstrouble

11 - More 30s Curls by Vroshii

12 - 214 by Curbs

13 - Clawdia by Fun With Sims

14 - Blues by Simandy

15 - Stefania by Aladdin the Simmer

16 - Ophélie by Wonder Carlotta

17 - MM Hair by Birksche

18 - Mousse by Simandy

19 - Fae by ImVikai

20 - Iris by TwistedCat

21 - Elegant Wavy Hair by Rusty’s

22 - Aurora by EnriqueS4

23 - Anna by Alfyy (TSR)

24 - Ina by Marsosims

With thanks to some amazing creators: @ivo-sims @aharris00britney @vroshii @feralpoodles @simstrouble @coloresurbanos @simandy @imvikai @twisted-cat @rustys-cc @marsosims

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monstrous-munch · 10 months

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aksjsk guys I’m having THOUGHTS again.

warnings: ducon, non-fae creatures being kept as pets, fae being degenerate mfs pfft

Thinking about the fae courts and the glamorous parties they throw. Specifically their more debauched ones. The ones where they have their ‘pets’ - generally humans and mythical creatures - on display. You know how sometimes clubs have people standing on platforms dancing ? kinda like that.

Throughout the rooms the party takes place in, there are raised platforms where 1-4 pets are stationed. Just before the event starts an aphrodisiac perfume, that is MUCH more effective on non-fae, is released. While the fae who inhale it may feel a little more flirtatious, non-fae become overwhelmed with carnal desire.

As the fae nobility mingle - gossiping, and enjoying the food and company - they occasionally stop to observe the entertainment.

A solo human desperately fists his cock, panting, as the evidence of his many releases pool by his knees. Two humans crying out in ecstasy as one bounces up and down on the other.

And then of course there are the mythical creatures. Sometimes paired with each other but often paired with a delicate human.

A werewolf pinning down and mating its little human. A minotaur using one like a flesh light. Moans sound from a naga as her coils wrap round someone’s body drawing their cock in and out of her slit. Across the room snarls erupt as a dragon and chimera posture over who gets to pin down and fuck the pretty thing they’re grouped with.

All across the room wild and wondrous grouping provided and interesting backdrop as the fae make merry~

#ajskjdsk #idk where this thought came from but it is taking up all my brain rn #aH #might write something for this later if anyone would want to read it #also lmk if there is anything else I should add to the warning #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #monster fucker #monsterfucker #tetrophilia

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rurpleplayssims · 1 year

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“Everything ok, darling?” Thomas asked as his wife walked into their bedroom.

Althea paused before she spoke. She doubted he would be upset at the news, but why was it so daunting to say the words aloud?

“Umm, the past few days I’ve been feeling a little under the weather-”

“-but according to the test I just took, it means I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby!”

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danikamariewrites · 10 months

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Taken (part 1)

Cassian x f!reader

A/n: I realized I haven't written much for Cass so I decided he gets a two-parter

You can read part 2 here

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, Beron Vanserra being a dick

The room had gone silent, there was a slight ringing in Cassian's ears. Someone had taken you. Someone had taken you from your home. And he wasn’t there to protect you or stop it or kill the person who dared touch you. You’re his mate, and he failed at the one job he had, protecting you.

“Cassian,” Rhys spoke softly, noticing Cassian's hands were curled into fists at his sides. The red siphons strapped to the back of his hands were glowing as his rage simmered. “We will get her back. Whatever it takes. Azriel should be back soon, he said he has a lead.”

He knew what you would say to him if you were here right now. ‘Don’t worry Cass I’m fine. I can handle myself.’ He knew you could. He had been training you since the mating bond snapped. But you didn’t grow up like him. Training every day, honing your body into a weapon.

You grew up studying history, learning languages, and everything about the courts of Prythian. Your mind was strong. You were witty and the smartest person he’d ever met.

Cassian always joked that he was the brawn to your brains and that’s why the cauldron had mated you. But smarts didn’t always get you out of a sticky situation.

Azriel burst through the door, Feyre and Mor on his heels. Cassian turns to face his brother, his rage nearly boiling under his skin. “Who. Took. Her.” He demanded through gritted teeth.

Azriel took a cautious step forward, putting on the mask of Spymaster, attempting to remove his personal feelings from the situation. “Y/n put up one hell of a fight. The house was a mess but I was able to recover this,” Azriel holds out an armored shoulder plate in his scarred hand. “She knew to leave a clue, Cassian. We’re going to find her.”

Cassian took the armor from his brother, examining it. It was bronze, with the insignia of Berons personal hit squad carved on the curve of the metal. Rhys rounds the corner of his desk to examine it.

“Get Nesta and the Valkyries ready, you two get ready as well,” he says to his mate and Mor. “We need to form a plan,” Rhys commands. “No!” Cassian's booming voice echoes around the office. His family pauses, waiting for him to explode.

He shoves the armor into Rhys’ chest. “I’m not fucking waiting for you. I’m going ahead. I’ll see what we’re dealing with.” He stomps towards the door, Azriel stepping in his way. “Cassian, you know how bad of an idea that is.” Cassian growls at his brother but Azriel doesn’t back down.

“I hate to do this Cass,” Rhys starts, Cassian’s back stays turned to him, “but Az is right. As your High Lord, I am ordering you to wait until we are prepared to leave.”

———

You heard a door open and shut echo across the cavernous dungeon, and a male's angry voice muffled by whispers. You didn't dare open your eyes out of fear the guard stationed at your cell door would announce it. So you lay on the floor, pretending to be unconscious.

It was better to catch people off guard when you could, Cassian taught you that. Cassian! Judging by the small amount of sunlight coming in through the tiny window in the cell, it was late and he had to know you were missing by now.

You had tried to reach out to him through the bond a few times but it was no use. Your abductors had used a lot of Fae Bane to subdue you, and the wards around the Forest House were strong. Beron was a very paranoid person and left nothing to chance.

The male's heavy footsteps approach, accompanied by two other pairs. You tried not to let the scent of your fear be known. “Open the door.” You know that voice. Beron had come to see you himself. Something had to be going on if he was desperate enough to have you kidnapped.

He entered the cell, crouching over you. He grabbed your face, squeezing hard. Your eyes fly open, anger overtakes your features as you struggle to get away. He pulls you into a standing position as he looks down at you. “Now, now y/n. You should know better than to struggle.” you stop, your breathing heavy. You weren't an idiot. You wanted to live long enough to attempt an escape, so you'd obey for now.

Beron roughly pushes your face, letting go. Never breaking eye contact you growl out, “What do you want?” He backhands you across your face so hard you fall, hitting the stone floor. Recovering quickly you scramble away from the High Lord of Autumn clutching at your face. You could feel a large bruise forming.

He stands scowling at you, “It's too early to be taking that tone with me y/n. But I will sate your curiosity.” you push into the damp stone wall, hoping you'd fall through it and escape.

“You are Rhysands go-to for translating languages and whatnot.” ok, so he knew your job title. Big deal. “I've come across something rather rare, my people have looked at it but the incompetent fools failed at translating it. You will translate it for me.” He stares down at you expectantly.

It's clear the other High Lords didn't know about Beron's little find, but you had to make sure. “I take it the other High Lords are unaware of this.” He huffs out a laugh. “No, and it will stay that way. You do serve another purpose being here though.” you tilt your head giving him a curious look.

“Your little inner circle is keeping secrets. I didn't think Rhysand would be so careless but alas, I found this in my idiotic son's study.” Beron takes a crumpled piece of paper from his breast pocket holding it out to you. You lean forward slightly to make out the message.

Shit. That was one of the first letters between Rhys and Eris after Hybern. Shit, shit, shit. And Beron knows they’ll show up for you. It's not a secret you and Cassian are mates. Shit. This is a trap. And you're the bait.

The panic showed on your face as Beron smirked at you, knowing he won. He turns to leave, saying, “I'll send guards for you when I'm ready.” The cell door slammed shut and the guard went back to his watch position as Beron and the other two walked away. He was going to leave you here all night. Just to emphasize how powerless you were in this whole situation.

———

By the time the plan was set and everyone was armed to the teeth Cassian was fuming. Too much time had passed for his liking. He was going out of his mind, thinking of all the negative what-ifs. And he couldn't feel you down the bond.

He had reached out a million times and nothing. It was still there but that wasn't enough for Cassian. If he kept thinking about it he was going to be sick.

Rhys’ voice broke him from his thoughts, “You know what your assignments are. We have no room for error. And remember, this could very well be a trap we're walking into. So stay alert.” Everyone nodded.

The plan was that Azriel would winnow in first, then send the all-clear to Rhys for Feyre and Nesta, then Mor and Emerie. And he and Rhys last. They would sneak into the Forest House from four different spots. Nesta and Emerie would take out guards where they could. Mor, Feyre, and Rhys would keep trouble off their backs and find Eris. And He and Azriel would head for the dungeons to get you out.

Rhys grabbed Cassian's arm. The world fell away, darkness consumed his sight, and then the forest of Autumn bathed in moonlight was around him. The air smelled crisp and earthy.

He took a deep breath and followed his brother toward the Forest House.

———

You couldn't sleep. You tried different spots on the floor but your anxiety kept your heart pounding at the thought of Beron coming back for you.

You were sitting against the wall, knees pulled into your chest. The guard had yelled at you an hour ago for fidgeting too much, so you've been sitting in this position since. You didn't want to see what he would do if you moved around again.

You began absent-mindedly running your fingers against the stone wall. On your second pass over a certain spot, your finger caught slightly. You ran your finger over the spot again. And traced the crack in the wall up and over.

Laying your palm over the space you felt a slight breeze. This wasn't just a crack in the stone, it was a door to a secret passage. At that moment something in your brain clicked. You've studied every High Lord in Prythian, even the layouts of their houses.

You knew exactly where this passage led. The guard was your only problem. You could do this. Cassian taught you how to sneak up on people. You just had to stay calm.

You moved into a crouching position and slowly made your way over to the bars. His quarterstaff was held lax at his side. You stuck a hand through the bars grabbing the staff. Before he knew what was happening you brought the staff up to his throat. Grabbing the other end you pulled him against the bars, choking him until he passed out. You let him down slowly, so his body didn't make noise.

You push and push against the secret door. After a few minutes, it finally gives in. You start crawling in the dark and dusty passageway. It clearly hadn't been used in centuries.

You didn't want to get ahead of yourself, but this escape route was looking promising.

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minicoffee00 · 6 months

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Fast Changes Part 7 Azriel x Reader

Plot: You are Feyre’s younger twin and get sent into the Cauldron with your sisters coming out as high fae. What happens on this journey.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 🌶️ Part 5 🌶️🌶️ Part 6

"You're pretty good already" Cassian smirks, you had a long sword pointed towards Cassian's chest. He wanted to see your flow, he could feel one within you. It was the sense of a natural battle streak and everything he'd shown you so far you'd picked up as if in a past life you'd been a warrior.

She continued day in and day out for months, and she'd started to gain some muscle and with her physical strength her powers when she was training with Amren also got stronger.

It now didn't feel as suffocating walking into a room with her family, she didn't have to hold her breath, it was now only a light buzzing in the back of her head.

"Thanks. I still cant beat you though" you smile looking up at him.

"Okay, lets take a break and get some water" he suggests seeing your slight wobble and the sweat across your forehead. You both indulge in water leaning against the columns built up into the roof, as a way to rest without fully sitting on the floor.

"Okay, this time I'm going to give you no pointers. We are going to fight and you just do what you would do if i was attacking you, or if you manage to if your attacking me" he explains picking up his own sword... he gets into a position before you can even get your own sword.

"Wait Cassian i don't have a sword?" you say but in the blink of an eye hes running at you, so smoothly that for a second you stand there like a deer caught in headlights. Just as he's about to reach you, you roll out to dodge him. You start to run towards where the sword rack is but Cassian is far to quick on his feet, gaining on you.

"What the hell Cassian!"

He swipes his sword at you, making you jump back to miss his swing. He keeps swinging towards you, forcing you further and further back. You end up with you back against the pillar, the railing off the side of the balcony close enough that you can feel the gusty breeze.

"What you going to do now sprite" he smirks, you look around, the beams of the high risen roof were low enough to grab onto if you had a boost, but Cassian would grab you leg and slam you into the floor before you could even do that.

Without thinking you spin round, wrapping your arm around the pillar, spinning round, both your legs out ready to kick Cassian in the abdomen to give you time to get a sword. A seering pain goes through your thigh but the adrenaline of getting a sword makes it almost un-noticable.

Somehow, the plan worked and Cassian buckled to his knees. You ran as quickly as possible to the sword rack, swiping one up and turning back seeing Cassian smirking and now up and on his feet.

"Well done" he admits, proud of you for managing to hold him off and get a sword as quickly as you did.

"Thanks" you smile and in seconds swords are reclashing against one another, you manage to get the upper hand and with light and swift work, Cassian's sword falls out of his hand ended up in yours. You cross them over one another holding them at the nape of his neck.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE" you hear from behind you, the voice was all too familiar and made you spin round in shock.

"Azriel" Cassian says tentatively.

"No, you keep quiet. I'm angry with you" he spits, head snapping to you.

"Az!" you say softly but his face doesn't lighten up like it normally would in your presence.

"Don't Az me, you said you wouldn't do this, why are you doing this?" he growls out coming to you, his shadows wrap around your thigh where Cassian had cut you and blood was slowly trickling out as if to hold it in, and show Az where you were hurt.

He looks down, glaring up at Cassian when he sees the cut.

"You did this?"

"Az, look" Cassian starts but he stalks over to him, his eyes arent hazel anymore they are almost as dark as his shadows. Cassain's gulp could probably be heard all across Prythian.

"You hurt my mate, bother?" he spits, his shadows launch out around Cassian's neck starting to choke him a little.

"Az, we were training. She asked me. It happens!" he excuses his eyes wide as he struggles to communicate.

"Azriel, stop this or I'm leaving" you spit, looking between the two, hard eyes, but with a soft pleading behind them.

"Do it I dare you" he says, not believing you would actually do it, you couldn't last that long without him before becoming whiny and clingy. Even after these training sessions you'd unknowingly to Azriel been having became very clingy after them.

"Rhysand!" you yell out both in your mind and into the house. He winnows up in seconds, you communicate with him in your mind, and before Azriel can even step a portion closer to you, Rhys has winnowed you away.

“No” Azriel mutters, he feels a slight bit of pain before satisfaction come through the bond, most likely Rhys healing that nasty cut on your leg.

“Azriel, she wanted this. She asked me for help because you wouldn’t show her” Cassian explains softly.

Rhys winnows back and Azriel is on him within seconds of his arrival.

“Where is she, where did you take her?” Azriel questions.

“Your mums house” Rhys mutters, making Azriel freeze, he hadn’t been there since he started to work for Rhysands father.

But for you, he would go back, for you he would do just about anything!

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hellodarling1357 · 7 months

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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 1

Summary: You and the inner circle enjoy a night out at Rita's; after numerous drinks, a small fight, and a flight around Velaris, some drunken confessions are made. But are they true?

Warnings: drinking, swearing, violence, bit of misogyny/grabby male

After a hectic few weeks, you and the inner circle had planned to take the night off by grabbing a bite together before making your way to Rita’s. However, as the clock clicked closer to dinner and your final meeting of the day was no where near over, you knew you’d be running a lot later than expected. With a sigh, you sent out a message to Rhys, telling him of your hold up and to go ahead with the night, you’d meet them all when you could.

Three gruelling hours later, you finally managed to get yourself to the House of Wind with the full intention of calling it a night, plans with your friends be damned; the thought of a hot bath and your cozy bed already lulling you into a sleepy state.

Those plans were quickly taken away by the sight of a note stuck to your bedroom door in Mor’s elegant handwriting:

You better not be thinking about ditching us tonight. If you’re not at Rita’s by midnight, I will come back here and drag you there myself.

Love you!

See you soon xx

- Mor

With a sigh you peeled the note off the door and entered your room, placing it on the small table beside your bed before collapsing onto the mattress. You wanted nothing more that to stay there and wrap yourself up in the fluffy blanket Cassian had gifted you last winter solstice. But you knew Mor would be true to her word, and after a few drinks she would be even more determined to get you out.

You squeezed your eyes shut before heaving yourself up with another sigh, making your way to your bathroom to freshen up for what was sure to be a long night.

*****

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself outside of Rita’s, the place already packed with dancing fae. You weaved your way through the crowd, heading for your usual booth in the hopes of finding your friends but the only evidence that they had been there was the clutter of empty glasses spread across the table. You turned to the dance floor, hoping to spot at least one familiar face through the throng of people.

Luckily, you didn’t have to look long before spotting Cassian towering over the groups of revellers. Judging by the sporadic way he was dancing, you were certain he had consumer a large portion of the empty glasses that sat behind you. Before you could take a step towards them, Cassian’s eyes met yours and he broke into a huge grin as he called out your name. Your suspicions of his intoxicated state were confirmed as he bounded over to you, completely unaware of the poor fae he accidentally pushed aside.

“Y/N! You’re finally here. What took you so long?” he exclaimed before pulling you into a tight hug and spinning you around. You couldn’t help but grin back at him as some of your earlier tensions ebbed away as you were enveloped in his comforting scent, slightly tainted by the strong presence of alcohol.

“We need to get some drinks into you” Was all he said before grabbing your arm and marching you towards the bar. He managed to quickly grab the bar tender’s attention, “Cass—” You started as the shots were poured but Cassian just passed you one, mischief dancing in his eyes, before downing the other and signalling for another round.

You grimaced at the burning sensation in your throat, causing Cassian to let out a deep laugh before placing another in your hand. You raised your eyebrows, but he just grinned in response, clinking his second shot with your own before subsequently downing it. You followed suit, placing the now empty glass on the counter and pulling Cassian’s attention back to you before he could order any more drinks. “Let’s go dance!” You shouted over the music and raised voices. He gave you a look and opened his mouth, clearly about to dispute not getting you another drink, so you grabbed his hand and started towards the dance floor in search of the rest of your group.

Mor’s excited squeal resonated above the crowd as she pulled you into a tight hug. “You’re here!” she exclaimed, dragging you towards where Azriel, Rhys, Feyre, and Amren were dancing, Cassian following closely behind.

It didn’t take long for a high fae male to come up and start dancing behind you. Giving Mor a pointed look, she grabbed your hands and started dancing obnoxiously with you, offering an excuse to ignore and step away from the intruding male. He didn’t seem to take the hint as he stepped closer, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him.

“Let me get you a drink!” He shouted into you ear, you shook your head and went to turn away, but hands grasped at your hips, and he pulled you closer. “Come on, dance with me. I’ve been watching you all night, I reckon we can have some fun together.” The suggestive smirk he gave you had you recoiling, “No, I’m fine. Thanks” You tried to make your voice as flat as possible, making another shot at escape but still those hands were on you. “I said no—” but before you could get another word out, the male was pulled away by a furious Cassian, Azriel close behind him with his mouth pressed together and fists clenched at his side.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? She’s clearly not interested,” The male just sneered up at him, a very brave thing to do considering the vast difference in both size and strength, “Well? Get out of here.”

The smug look on the male’s intoxicated face had you tensing, “I think, we can let the lady decide for herself.” He raised an arm and draped it around your waist, pulling you into his side. Your look of disgust as your shrugged away from him was enough for Cassian as he hauled the male further from you, the punch to his face sending him back a few steps. With worry etched across his features, Cassian turned back around just as the male lunged forward with an attempted punch that was quickly intercepted by Azriel. “That’s enough” He snarled before pushing the male away through the crowd and towards the exit.

Cassian approached you again, the scowl on his face and the way he tracked Azriel and the male told you he was longing for a reason to follow them out. Once they were out of sight, Cassian’s hazel eyes lowered to you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.

“I’m fine Cass, really,” You tried giving him a reassuring grin but could tell he wasn’t convinced. “Stop brooding, you got your punch in and now he’s gone. This was meant to be a night off so we could all relax, not start fights. I’m getting another drink, are you coming or not?”

Not waiting for his reply, you made your way towards the bar, ordering a drink for you and Cassian and then headed to the table where Rhys and Feyre were sitting.

“Where are the others?” You asked, scotting across the booth seat to make room for Cassian, who still looked troubled. “Amren left as soon as she deemed it socially acceptable, I’m surprised we got her here in the first place. Az said he was going to head as well; I think he wanted to make sure that prick didn’t sneak back in.” Rhys said, brows furrowing at the thought. “And Mor?” You looked around for your other friend as Feyre laughed, gesturing to the dance floor where you could see her wildly dancing – how she still had the energy, you had no idea.

*****

You chatted for a bit longer as you finished your drinks, finally deciding it was time to call it a night. Rhys and Feyre bid you both goodbye as they headed back to the River House.

“Ready to go?” You grimaced as you looked up towards your home. It was cold enough just standing in Velaris so you were dreading the freezing flight back to the House of Wind. Cassian just laughed at you, before scooping you up.

You honestly hated flying at the best of times and knowing how much Cassian had drunk during the night had a bundle of nerves settling in your stomach.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to drop you” Cassian’s breath brushed against your ear as he grinned but before you could respond he had lurched into the air, causing you to let out a shriek as you grasped tightly onto him.

Purely to annoy you, Cassian unnecessarily flew around the city, suddenly swooping down or flying upwards as he gradually made his way home. Your shouts of indignation only spurred him on, laughing harder as you clung to him.

When he finally reached the balcony and placed you down, you shot him an incredulous look before walking inside and beelining it to the fireplace.

“You do that every time!” Looking over your shoulder, you watched as Cassian plonked into one of the plush armchairs. “And have I ever dropped you?” “No. No, you haven’t but you’re drunk so—” Cassian interrupted you with a groan as he lent back, placing his hands over his face. “Okay? And? If we’re just stating facts, I’m also hopelessly in love with you, what of it?”

You were about to argue back, not that it was a real argument, every time you flew with Cassian he gave you something to complain about because the back and forth that followed was always so fun. But his words caught up to you and stopped you in your tracks.

“You’re in…Wait, what?” You whipped around to face him, not expecting to find the sheepish and guilt-ridden expression on your friend’s face as he stared up at you with wide eyes. "Don't tell sober me that I told you that. It was meant to be a secret." You just gaped at him, struggling to find the right words to say. “Cass… you’re drunk.” “You’ve already said that.”

You cursed the small part of yourself that jumped at his words, the small hope you had been clinging to for years. But, as you said, he was drunk and Cassian was an affectionate person at the best of times so surely he didn’t actually mean any of it, right?

Letting out a soft sigh and squashing down the disappointment that reared its ugly head, you looked back at Cassian shaking your head.

“You’re really going to regret drinking so much in the morning if you’re saying things like that, Cass. Come on, don’t you have to be up in a couple of hours anyway for training? Let’s get you to bed.”

You helped pull him out of the chair, directing him down the hallway and towards his room. Before you could usher him inside, Cassian turned to you with a look of contemplation.

“It is true though. I do love you. You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? How could I not fall in love with you after being around you for so long?” A part of you ached at his words, still not daring to believe they held any truth, but as he lent down to place a soft kiss to your cheek, offering you the most sincere smile you’d ever seen before saying goodnight, you let a small part of yourself hope.

*****

You awoke the next morning to the sun streaming in through the window, cursing yourself for forgetting to shut the blinds the night before.

Throwing on a dressing gown, you trudged out of your room towards the kitchen in hopes of making yourself a cup of tea. Judging by the overall quietness of the house and the lack of clutter from a rushed pre-training breakfast, you knew Cassian and Azriel were likely still fast asleep.

You made your way towards one of the smaller sitting rooms, tea in one hand and your latest read in the other, opting for one of the armchairs closest to the fireplace with a view of the sprawling city below.

You tried not to let yourself think about last night, about what Cassian has said in his drunken state, but his words kept bouncing around your head.

So deep in thought, you had completely lost track of time and of your surroundings but the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you made you jump.

You turned around and found Cassian leaning against the doorframe, the dark circles under his eyes and his slight blinking as he came into the bright room was a telltale sign that he had seen better days.

You watched him, not quite sure what to say, or if you should even mention what he had said.

“Y/N,” Cassian’s voice was still heavy with sleep, and you tried desperately to not let it distract you as you sat up a bit straighter, waiting for him to continue. “About last night, can we talk?”

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