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[thesafeplaceweneed]

Shadow and Little flame

I am really happy you liked the first part! And I am sorry for taking so long, but school is killing me. I have so much work to do with basically no time left to chill or write. But I will try!

Part 1

Part 2

The Autumn forest near the Spring border was unusually quiet. Beron’s power was pulsing beneath the surface through every living being. It was the place where Vanserra’s name causes suspicion and fear, and Y/N hated every part of being the cause of fear. She moved like a whisper in the wind with Azriel trailing behind her, the glamouring spells covering them both. His shadows kept whispering to him, but he never paid attention to them keeping his focus on the Autumn princess in front of him. 

“If you’re trying to be intimidating with your silence you should really try harder,” I said without looking back at him. “I was raised by Beron.” 

Azriel didn’t answer, he couldn’t because he knew she was right, but he would never admit it to her. Yes, he tried to be intimidating and normally his silence and deep stare would work. He had another reason be not say a word though and it was her voice. He hated her with passion but something in her voice calmed him and his shadows. And he hated her for that even more. 

“We’re at Spring.” I said and stopped to look around. “We need to be careful now. Tamlin let his guards down but keeps patrolling his lands.” I didn’t wait for him to answer. I expected no answer at all. “Hybern is sending his supplies through the south port. If we cut it now, we can delay them for at least a week or two.” I turned to him only to find him studying me closely.  

“Why are you really helping us?” He asked and I furrowed my eyebrows at first. Then I chuckled darkly and crossed my arms. 

“I think it’s pretty obvious why.” I glared at him. “But I understand that your thick skull can’t grasp it, so I will tell you again.” I took a step closer to him raising my head slightly. “I want Hybern dead.” 

“Doesn’t sound like answer to me. Sounds like your personal vengeance.” He took a step closer to me as well trying to intimidate me with his height. 

“Vengeance is my answer.” I chuckled again. “You of all people should understand.” 

Azriel grabbed my neck forcing me to raise my head to him again. I showed no fear and waited for his next move. I could burn him from the inside out if I wanted to. 

“You and I are nothing alike.” He growled. 

“Are we, Shadowsinger?” I whispered. “Tell me what you want to do to my brother for what happened to Morrigan.” He let go of my neck and without a word walked away. I didn’t care where he went to, but I was sure I felt something tickle my ankle. I looked down only to find one of his shadows leaving me and going after its master.  I let my flame dance around my fingers for a second to calm down. 

He came back a second later, so I crossed my arms while glaring at him. He said nothing only stalked to me. “Hey!” I snapped when he grabbed my arm only to winnow us to the port. I pulled my arm away from him. He turned away from me and looked at the port. I went to stand next to him and looked down. “Good luck.” 

Azriel looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. “Why don’t you use your little flame and be useful for once?” He snickered. 

I crossed my arms and shook my head. “Sorry to break it to you, but I can’t do that.” I glared at him. “Why do you think I needed you to go with me? You though I brought you along just because I like your presence?” I chuckled, uncrossed my arms and took a step closer. “They say you’re smart, Shadowsinger.” 

Azriel said nothing, only winnowed down there. Y/N stayed hidden on the cliff above the port watching Azriel moved like a smoke in the wind. Only his shadows were visible from her view. She had never seen anything like that before. Even if he was killing people and destroying their supplies he moved with a grace. Once again, she felt something curling around her ankle. Not bothering to check what it was, because she already knew she would find one of his shadows there. Azriel was making sure she stayed in the place not only because he didn’t trust her but because of the tiny voice back in his head telling him to make sure she was safe. 

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Shadow and Little Flame

I'm sucker for enemies-to-lovers, so here it is. Azriel and Y/N Vanserra, the youngest daughter of Beron, Eris' little sister, hate each other with passion but one day they are forced to work together. What will happen next?

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If there was anyone Azriel hated more than Tamlin it was Eris Vanserra and his younger sister, Y/N. She was the youngest child of Beron and Azriel hated her with passion. She looked nothing like her father, got the looks from her mother but inherited the powerful flame from him. She looked like a Goddess from the Autumn court, carried herself like a queen without a crown and her tongue sharper than a knife. 

When she walked into the room in Velaris with Eris by her side, something in Azriel shifted. It was like a needle to the heart lasting barely a second, but he felt it. That’s when he knew he wanted her gone. Gone from this city, gone from his life, gone from Prythian. 

*Her POV*

I was standing with my arms crossed watching the map and listening to the plan Rhysand was currently presenting. I looked around the room watching each member of Rhysand’s Inner circle while I slowly leaned against the wall behind me. My eyes landed on the Shadowsinger, Rhysand’s beloved spy master, only to find him staring at me. I kept my expression blank not giving him any chance to read me. He on the other hand was opened like a book. I knew he hated Eris for what happened to Morrigan even though none of us knew the truth. Eris didn’t tell anyone, he kept it a secret between him and her, and I respected that, but it earned him hatred from basically this whole court. I smirked then and looked back at the map and filling the weak spots in his plan. 

Cassian leaned to Rhysand and whispered, thinking I couldn’t hear him. “She’s even colder than Eris.” 

“Not colder.” I said without looking up from the map. “Smarter is the word.” I stood up straight and looked at him. Azriel chuckled darkly next to him. “Want to add something, Shadowsinger?” 

“You claim you’re smarter and yet here you are. In a room full of people that have every reason to hate you.” He said and I chuckled. I didn’t expect him to actually say something. 

“Then it’s good I’m not here to make friends.” I took a step closer and uncrossed my arms. “I’m not happy to be in your presence either but we need each other if you like it or not.” 

“Enough, Az.” Rhysand said, so I looked at him. “She’s right. We need each other. Y/N offered her knowledge of Autumn and her powers to fight Hybern.” 

“And what does she want in return?” Azriel asked, so I looked at him again. 

“I want to watch my father burn.” 

There was a shift in the air suddenly. Even Y/N’s face shifted slightly. The rage, the pain, the hate leaking to the surface but in a second it was gone. Azriel saw it though, he wouldn’t have been the spymaster if he’d missed it. He recognized the hate in her eyes. He often wore it when no one was watching. 

“You’ll be working with her.” Rhysand said turning to Azriel. I looked at him too and waited for his so-called unreadable expression to crack. 

“No.” He said simply and looked at me again. 

“It was not a question.” Rhysand stated and looked at me. I was smirking at Azriel. 

“I’ll try not to singe your feathers, Shadowsinger.” He bared his teeth and glared at me with pure hate. 

“Try harder.” He snapped and walked away. I chuckled watching the door snap closed. I turned back to Rhysand. He closed his eyes for a second and then looked at me. 

[thesafeplaceweneed]

Too late once again

Hello world!

New blog here! I was thinking about creating a blog for ages now but never had the courage to actually do it. I love writing and lately it was the only thing keeping me sane. But I have never thought about showing it anyone. I am too self-critical about everything I do that even a thought about sharing my work with anyone is giving me anxiety.

But I don't want to live like this anymore, so I created this blog to share my work with. If you like it or it's fine, because what matters to me is conquer the fear (but I hope you will like it a little lol).

Big fat thank you to anyone who finds the time to read my work!

Lots of love, A! 🩷