Hi! I was wondering if you wanted to write more Hanna and Az? Especially with the cauldron scene and her healing him? I loved those two headcanons!
A/N: requests are open for hanna and my other ocs!! :) i totally did not proof read this so im sorry lol
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The last few days had been hell. After Nesta, Elain, and I had been taken from our home in the dead of night, we had been kept in a cell together. Whatever improvements in my health that I had made while home had vanished. Being kept in a cold, dark cell in nothing but a short lacy nightgown will do that to you I guess. They hadn’t even needed to chain me to the wall like they had for my sisters because I couldn’t even stand on my own anymore.
And that was how the guards found us when they unlocked our cell door for the first time in days. They hadn’t even given us water or food.
“It’s time,” one of them told us.
“Time for what, asshole?” Nesta asked.
“I wouldn’t be so disrespectful if I were you,” another one of them sneered at Nesta. “Things are about to get real interesting.”
They stepped forward and hauled me up off the floor, trying to make me stand up, but my legs crumbled beneath me and I hit the floor.
“What’s wrong with her?” one of them muttered.
“She’s sick!” Nesta exclaimed.
I whimpered as the male grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I tried to struggle against him, feeling exposed in my short nightgown, but it was no use.
“Stop wiggling around, sweetheart,” I could tell he was smirking. He then smacked my rear roughly. That was the last straw for me and I started to sob.
I could hear Nesta fighting off the males holding her, but it was no use and she and Elain were soon bound and gagged and being dragged from the cell.
I was still crying when I was all but thrown onto a stone floor in a much larger room. The male that had groped me grabbed my wrists and snapped some metal cuffs around my wrists that were connected by a chain in front of me.
“Just in case,” he smirked at me. He leaned in and licked some of the tears off my cheek before I could try to squirm away.
When he stepped away from me I finally got a full view of the room we were now in and could see what was going on. Feyre and Rhysand were here. I could see Cassian and Morrigan crouched over someone else… Azriel. That was Azriel lying on the ground with a bolt embedded in his chest. I cried harder as I tried to crawl over to him, a new sense of adrenaline coursing through me, but a swift kick to the ribs halted me from getting anywhere.
I whimpered and that seemed to get Azriel’s attention as he lifted his head with a grimace and snarled at the male who had hit me.
“Show us. Demonstrate it can be done, that it is safe,” I heard one of the Mortal Queens speaking to the ancient Fae king at the front of the room as I finally tuned into what was going on around me.
“Why did you think I asked my dear friend Ianthe to see who Feyre Archeron would appreciate having with her for eternity?” the king explained. I didn’t like the sound of that. I was sobbing quietly now. I couldn’t help it.
“She sold out – she sold out Feyre’s family. To you,” a muscled red haired male with a golden eye said. He seemed shocked.
“Sold out?” the king snorted. “Or saved from the shackles of mortal death? Ianthe suggested they were all strong-willed women, like their sister. No doubt they’ll survive. And prove to our queens it can be done. If one has the strength.”
My heart stopped in my chest. What was he going to do to us?
“Don’t you–” Feyre’s threat was interrupted.
“I would suggest bracing yourselves,” the king cut her off.
Hell exploded in the room we were in. Power, white and unending and hideous, barreled straight toward Feyre and the rest of Rhysand’s court. I gasped as Rhysand covered Feyre's body with his own, but that light was heading in Azriel’s direction and he couldn’t protect himself. Cassian screamed as he flared his wings wide enough to cover Azriel and they were shredded by the magic coming from the Cauldron.
There was a flurry of movement and then as suddenly as the fight began, it was over. Azriel cried out in pain, causing Mor to halt in her pursuit of the king. I couldn’t hear what was said, but she slowly made her way back to where Azriel lay and pressed a hand to his wound. Azriel hissed—but covered her bloody fingers with his own.
Feyre had just gotten to Cassian, now lying in agony on the ground, when the king said something that made my heart drop.
“Put the sickly one in first.”
I stiffened and Feyre twisted around to look in our direction before being grabbed by the king’s guards. Rhys was instantly there trying to step in, but Azriel shouted, back arching in pain.
“Please refrain,” the king said, “from getting any stupid ideas, Rhysand.” He grinned at Feyre. “If any of you interfere, the shadowsinger dies. Pity about the other brute’s wings.” He then turned to us and gave us a mockery of a bow. “Ladies, eternity awaits. Prove to their Majesties the Cauldron is safe for… strong-willed individuals.”
I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing and shaking as they hauled forward. Toward the Cauldron. I struggled in the guards’ hold, but I was no match for them. Even at my strongest I wouldn’t have stood a chance against them.
I glanced back at Feyre and Rhys, hoping they had a plan, but they were forced to do nothing unless they wanted Azriel to die.
Azriel… he was trying to sit up and I could hear him snarl at the king.
But it was to no avail. I was gripped between two guards and hoisted up. I shrieked as one of my feet hit the water in the Cauldron. It was boiling hot. I wouldn’t survive it, I could feel it in my bones. I immediately kicked out and was able to plant my feet on the sides of the Cauldron.
“Please,” Feyre begged the king as he motioned me to be shoved into the water.
“Please, I will do anything, I will give you anything. Please—you do not need proof, I am proof it works.”
The ancient queen said, “You are a thief, and a liar. You conspired with our sister. Your punishment should be the same as hers. Consider this a gift instead.”
With another shove, one of my feet slipped and it was submerged into the boiling water. I couldn’t stop the terrified scream from escaping me. And with another shove I was inside the Cauldron.
I was burning. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t breathe because with every breath boiling water filled my lungs. Waves upon waves of fire hit me like a tsunami and I was ready for it to end. I could feel my body giving into the darkness and it felt like I had been under for so long.
But I didn’t want to give in. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to see Feyre again. I wanted to see where this thing between Azriel and I was going.
I reached a hand up blindly, trying to find the rim of the Cauldron, but before I could find it I felt it being tipped over. I washed onto the stones of the hall facedown. I could feel my nightgown sticking to me like a second skin.
I coughed and gagged on the still scorching water that was coming up from my lungs. I struggled up onto my hands and knees and was startled to realize that the shackles that had been placed on my wrists had melted off in the Cauldron and caused what looked like deep wounds and scars where they had once lay.
I heard the queens gasp from the other end of the hall and flinched at how much louder they sounded. I shakily reached my hand up to touch my ear and choked on a sob when I felt the pointed tips of them.
“So we can survive,” the dark-haired youngest queen breathed.
I saw Feyre fall to her knees, sobbing. I could feel a panic attack coming on and my breathing was becoming ragged. I didn’t even hear Elain being thrown into the Cauldron. I knew that I had to get out from the center of the hall. I was feeling extremely exposed and although the red haired male from earlier had taken his jacket off and given it to Elain, I could feel my nightgown clinging to my body and knew everything was visible.
I began to crawl towards where Feyre was kneeling next to Cassian and Azriel on the floor and Mor and Rhys standing nearby. It was a slow process, but everyone was distracted by the guards that were struggling to drag Nesta towards the Cauldron. It felt like ages, but I eventually made it. Feyre cried as I collapsed in her arms, too weak to hold myself up anymore.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry, Hanna.”
Rhys knelt down next to us and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I felt numb as I buried myself into Feyre, wanting to block out all that was happening around us.
“If you’re so willing to hand out bargains,” Rhys suddenly said, rising to his feet. “Perhaps I’ll make one with you.”
Feyre stiffened. She hugged me a little closer.
“Stay with Rhys,” she whispered into my ear before standing up next to said male.
The events that happened next I didn’t fully understand. Flashes of white light came from where Feyre was now clutching her head as if she was in pain.
“Tamlin?” she asked as she looked around as if she was confused. “What did you do to me,” she asked Rhys in a low and guttural voice. She backed towards Tamlin… the male that had sold us out to this evil king.
“Don’t let him take me again, don’t let him—don’t—,” Feyre was sobbing now as Tamlin approached her. “Don’t let him take me. I don’t want to go back.”
“How did you do it, Feyre?” Rhys asked as he cocked his head, playing into whatever game Feyre was weaving.
Rhysand went still as death as Feyre begged the king to break the mating bond between herself and Rhys.
Somehow Feyre convinced the king and Tamlin to let Rhys and his court leave. And then Feyre and Rhys were both screaming and roaring in pain as their bond was destroyed by the king.
Mor had to haul Rhys back over to where I still lay between Cassian and Azriel. Rhys crawled back towards us, his breathing was raspy.
“You are free to go, Rhysand. Your friend’s poison is gone. The wings on the other, I’m afraid, are a bit of a mess.”
And then Mor winnowed to where Nesta and Elain were in the center of the hall and shoving Lucien out of the way. She grabbed my sisters by the arm and vanished again.
Rhys then lunged toward me.
“Grab onto me,” he ordered me and through my shock I was surprised that I was able to do what he said.
He then grabbed Cassian and Azriel and all of us were gone from that horrible room.
We slammed into the floor of the town house and a small female was instantly there, hands on Cassian’s wings and swearing at the damage. My focus was on the still gaping hole in Azriel’s chest.
I felt a weird tingling sensation go through my body and I stared, unblinkingly, at the shining knife gleaming on Azriel’s belt. I didn’t hear what the small female and Rhysand were talking about. All I knew was that I needed that knife.
I crawled closer to Azriel and he weakly reached out, barely conscious at this point. But something inside of me forced me to ignore that hand and reached to grab the knife instead.
Mor suddenly appeared and she instantly was yanking the arrow out of Azriel’s chest, causing him to gasp in pain. Before she could cover the wound with her own hands to try and heal him, that hypnotizing force inside me took over once more and I gripped the blade tightly as I cut open my arm.
Rhys and Mor were yelling now, alarmed at my actions, but I ignored them. I let my blood drip from my arm directly onto Azriel’s open wound and almost immediately, a shining light erupted from it. When the light faded, the wound was completely gone. No traces of it, not even a scar, were present.
And he seemed to have his strength back too as he sat up next to me to grab my wrist. He forced me to let go of the blade and I looked into his eyes for the first time since tumbling from the Cauldron earlier. My breath caught in my throat at the look in his eye.
Just as he was about to say something, I promptly passed out into his arms.
