Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.
Okay, so... hi. It's been a while, lol. My bad divas.
ANYWAY onto important news: I started writing a Byler fic! They consume my every thought and dream, and this story came to me in a vision so I decided to write it. I hope you guys enjoy it! xx
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Summary:Â No one expected you to understand fae customs just yetâmuch less Illyrian customs. So maybe Azriel should have made his intentions a little more obvious. He began to understand that mistake as you began to pull away.Â
Word count:Â 3k
Warnings:Â Biggest miscommunication trope lol, angst, pining!, idiots in love, Archeron!Reader but really only that she was human and now fae
a/n:Â I can't believe I actually wrote something finally lol thank you for reading if you're heree <3 This is such a fun trope to read I love it please enjoyyy! (part 2 coming)
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You slumped back into your seat, arms crossed over your stomach in a show of frustration you would rather hide. Sometimes, it was easy to pretend you werenât falling in love with Azriel in a pathetic way. Today was not one of those days.Â
The Shadowsinger had his head tipped back in a laugh, cheeks tinged a subtle pink as Mor recounted something you couldnât hear. Well, you could, your new fae ears tuned to every sound, but youâd learned how to block out what you didnât want. Sound had been the most disorienting sense after youâd been Made, but Azriel had done well in teaching you to hone it.Â
You wished he had taught you how to tamp down your emotions as well; immortality in the face of longing and jealousy was looking bleak.Â
Clutching your wine glass in twitching fingers, you directed your attention to Feyre and the babbling Illyrian babe in her lap. Things always seemed so effortless for her in this world, but that wasnât true, and you knew it. Still, you found yourself envying her mateship and the ease with which love found her. It may have been a journey, but Rhys was clear with his intentions, and the mating bond cemented that.Â
Even Nesta, harsh and unrelenting as she was, had a sure bond that she could rely on. And then there was Elain, finding her way with Lucien in minute acts that all meant something to both of them. You had tried to chalk your feelings for Azriel up to jealousy or seeking a partner in a paired-up family, but those were surface-level excuses. The way your heart raced in his presence, the spark that lit up your skin each time you touchedâthose were not symptoms of pure loneliness.Â
But you were sure he would think it was desperation if you pursued him. He was the only single male out of the fae you knew, and you knew so few people in this world. If you started professing your love for him, waxing poetic about the simple way he smiled, you knew the pitying look of rejection would come soon after. He would wince slightly and run his hand along the side of your head as he so often did, and then he would say that he didnât see you that way. That you were new and unexciting and a responsibility above all elseâhis High Ladyâs sister that needed help adjusting to life as fae.Â
He hadnât exactly shown interest in you. He had been kind and attentive and bordering on adoring, but that was just how he treated his family. Youâd seen it. You were not going to be the pathetic little thing chasing after him in the wake of a war. Things were at peace now, and he didnât need to be bogged down with the toll of rejecting you.Â
Still, you sighed as you watched him enjoy his night. You bit the inside of your cheek and choked down another glass of the fae wine you could barely stomach. Your sisters asked you questions about your training with Madja, and you answered them, allowing the ring on your pinky to dig into the skin of your palm. When Azriel had given it to you, sliding it onto your smallest finger, you had been elated, feeling light and dizzy with affection. You felt foolish wearing it now.Â
You couldnât take it off. Azriel seemed to look for it whenever he saw you, eyes going from your face to your hands as if on instinct. He would touch it sometimesâwhen he flew you over the city or took things from your hands to carry instead. You would feel his thumb brush the metal embossed with twines of azure stone and think something was there, but then he would offer you a polite smile and simply walk beside you. He would blush and laugh with Mor, but he would only smile with you.Â
Pity. It was pity, surely.Â
You had clung to him for weeks after being Made. Something about him brought you comfort in a newly abrasive world, so he allowed you to follow him around and you accepted his touches with greed. It had all been ordered. Rhys had surely ordered his Spymaster to ensure his mateâs sister was properly cared for, but you hadnât been thinking about the implications at the time, pathetically seeking him out under the pretense of a genuine connection. And sure, Azriel was not cruel. He thought of you as family and cared for you as such. But your feelings were yours alone.Â
âShall I take you back? Or would you like to sleep here?âÂ
You startled at the sound of his voice, Azriel suddenly at the back of your chair. The room had dimmed in conversation, with Rhys and Feyre gone to put Nyx to bed and Mor only muttering short sentences in low tones that had Cassian nodding in agreement. Elain had all but vanished from the table, and Nesta was facing the fire to capture its warmth. You had missed the shift as your thoughts ran rampant.Â
Your chair creaked as Azriel leaned against it, mouth closer to your ear. âAre you alright?âÂ
You blinked and tilted your head slightly to show you were attentive to his words. âIâm fine. Just tired.âÂ
Azriel hummed. âSo would you like to stay?âÂ
Staying at the Riverhouse would mean distance from Azriel. And you could walk to the clinic in the morning rather than depending on him to fly you down. That was good.Â
âYes. That would be best.âÂ
âIâll walk you back then.âÂ
He always walked you to your roomâall the way there. He never came in, always content to stop at the door, but he never did anything less. Even now, when he would leave for his own room at the House miles away, he was offering to take you down the hall. It was too much. Youâd become too much.Â
âThatâs okay,â you breathed out, finally turning your head to look at him. Your faces were only inches apart, and you had to catch your breath at the closeness. âIâll find my way.âÂ
Something unusual flashed across his expression, quickly righted with a soft smile. âI wouldnât mind.âÂ
âItâs just down the hall, Azriel. I doubt Iâll get lost.âÂ
He blinked, looking between your eyes before clearing his throat slightly and standing straight. You used the opportunity to push out from the table, trying to ignore his guiding hands. âRight, of course,â he nodded. He looked lost for a moment, standing before you. His wings twitched as you looked over his shoulder to the joining hall. âIâllâgoodnight, then. Sleep well.âÂ
âGoodnight, Azriel.âÂ
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Distancing yourself from Azriel after your dinner revelation was not an easy task. You hadnât realized how much youâd intertwined your life with his, and the realization was enough to make you cringe. He was a whole person with a life before you, and now you were reliant on him for so many things.Â
So, you tried to make your own way. You stopped asking to stay at the House so you could walk wherever you needed. You asked passersby for directions instead of waiting for Azriel to tell you where shops and restaurants were located. You even tried making friends, talking more with the patrons of the clinic to⌠be more independentâseparate, even, from Azriel and your newly grown family.Â
You figured he would appreciate the effort. He was probably so tired of guiding you everywhere, of keeping polite smiles on his face as you droned on about your new life and let him fly you around Velaris. And he probably loved that he finally got his overcoat back. He had let you borrow it several weeks ago, placing the Illyrian-forged threads over your shoulders when you asked him to go flying in the middle of the night.Â
He had told you how much it meant to him that night as he buttoned it up to your neck. His mother had hand-woven it when he came of age, he had told you, and he had saved it ever since. You might not have understood why a coat was of so much importance, but you understood that you were hogging it. That he had let you borrow it on a cold night, and then you had practically commandeered his prize possession. He always insisted you wear it when he would fly you around, but he was just being polite.Â
The thought grated on you.Â
âWhat?â Azriel asked, mouth slightly agape as you gently placed the coat in his stiff hands.Â
âIâThank you for letting me borrow it for so long. I should have returned it ages ago. I was being greedy with it,â you tried to joke, pressing it further into his grasp.Â
Azriel remained frozen. His eyes flicked down to the material now in his hands and then back up to you. âI donâtâI donât think I understand. You donât like it?âÂ
A flash of confusion struck you, but maybe he assumed you werenât going to give it back? âWhat? No, Azriel, itâs a wonderful coat. Honestly, the softest, warmest thing Iâve ever put on. I just⌠I know itâs important to you. Iâll wear my own when I need you to take me somewhere. Although I think Iâve been doing well getting around by myself. Iâve been trying to learn Velarisâ layout, and I think I almost got it.âÂ
Azriel finally moved, curling the coat closer to his chest. He wet his lips before shooting his gaze down to your hands. Finding some semblance of an answer there, he nodded once, mostly to himself. âIâve noticed that. Have you enjoyed exploring the city?âÂ
No. You enjoyed exploring it with him. âYes, very much. The people of Velaris are very helpful with directions.âÂ
Azriel hummed, rubbing his fingers along the sleeve of the coat. âIâm glad youâre enjoying yourself. Iâll look forward to you enjoying flying again, though.âÂ
âYes, well, I never stopped enjoying that. Iâll try to space it out more, thoughâmaybe get Cassian or Rhys to lug me around every once in a while.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
An unmistakable inflection of hurt trailed in his tone. Wonderful, now you were offending him. âOh! Well, just to take some of that off of you. I know youâre very busy, and Iâve needed a lot of help for a long while.âÂ
âTakeâŚwhat off of me?â he asked, words slow and lingering.Â
âUm, the responsibility? Again, I know how busy you are. And I know itâs taken me a while to adjust, but I think I've got it now. At least, Iâve got it more than I used to,â you tried joking again, a dry laugh rocking you back on your heels.Â
âResponsibility,â Azriel repeated.
âRight,â you affirmed. âNow you can spend more time on other things.âÂ
âSuch as?âÂ
You clicked your tongue, glancing up at the ceiling as if there were answers there. âI donât know. What did you do before I was around?âÂ
Azrielâs brows came together. He shook his head slightly as if you were partially insane. âI donât think⌠I didnât think you wanted to talk about that yet.âÂ
Maybe you were partially insane. You thought you were having one conversation, but it seemed Azriel was having another. What did that mean? Maybe his life was far easier before you started forcing him into tasks and stealing his clothes? And you werenât ready just yet to hear that? He really thought you were unstable then.Â
You laughed, despite that thought, brushing a hand through the air casually. âCome on, Az. You obviously had a life before me. Multiple lives, if we go on human terms. Iâm sure you had several hobbies that didnât include taking me places.âÂ
And now he looked uncomfortable. Azriel folded his coat onto his arm, and his mouth twisted before he let out a sigh. âThere were pleasure houses, obviously. A few relationships, although they do not seem important in the slightest now.âÂ
You choked on air, clearing your throat as Azriel itched his jaw and looked up at the ceiling himself. Nothing was up there, but both of you were sure looking. âOh,â you squeaked out.Â
âThe relationships are in the distant past. Theâwell, the casual things are more recent, though nothing after I met you, obviously.âÂ
Your mind was doing flips, bashing jarringly against your skull as Azriel looked at you with an almost concerned discomfort. When you said hobbies, you thought he would share that he used to train more or had a secret joy for puzzles. You had not expected a brief overview of his sexual partners, but Azriel looked about ready to give you a list if you asked. To dive deeper into the topic you were about to melt into a puddle over.Â
This was what you were really holding him back from, then.Â
He wanted to go to pleasure houses, but you were taking up all of that time.Â
When you remained silent, Azriel shifted his weight between his feet. âI know things were different for you. You were human. Iâve learned of the demands and expectations of human women, so thatâs why weâve been going sloââÂ
Your ears were ringing as he spoke. You clutched your hands together and interrupted him. âRight, yes, different for humans. And not alive as long, obviously. Less time for hobbies.âÂ
âI donât mind. I donât care about that,â he offered slowly. You werenât even sure what he was talking about. Another beat of silence, and then, in the most usure voice you had heard from him, Azriel asked, âIs that okay?âÂ
Was it okay for him to go back to pleasure houses? To seek out intimacy? Who were you to decide that for him?
âOf course,â you blinked, raising a hand to your forehead. âIâmâIâm going to go rest, I think. Long day.âÂ
âAlright,â Azriel simply replied, left standing in the hall.Â
~~
You missed him, which was terribly awful in the worst ways.Â
Not only had he made it abundantly clear that he was setting his sights on other women, but he was being extra nice now, probably fearing for the worst now that you were aware he was going to be spending his newfound time⌠doing other things.
He asked you to accompany him to dinner every night this week. You turned him down each time, but he still asked, a casual hope ringing in his words. He arrived at the Riverhouse every morning, ready to walk you to the clinic even though you assured him you were okay to go alone. He didnât bring his coat back, but he grabbed your own from the closet by the door and had it open for you on each of those mornings.Â
And his wings were doing strange things. When you would come to the door, he would spread them just a few inches wider, seeking your eyes as they roved over the exposed veins. He opened them behind you as you walked, almost ushering you closer to him on the streets of Velaris. They seemed to ruffle when he sat beside you at dinner, in the sitting room, when he caught you reading and joined you on the couch. It was almost imperceptible, but the sound was becoming soothing, and that was dangerous.Â
You were reading too much into things, acting crazy again, and so, you distanced yourself more when you started to notice the patterns. And then you missed him because of it.Â
He noticed. You were sure he noticed. You could only turn him down so many times before he began to question the change.Â
âHave I done something wrong?â he asked after two weeks of your eyes flitting away from him.Â
âWhat? Of course not.âÂ
âYouâre avoiding me.âÂ
âIâm not.âÂ
Azriel took you by surprise then, kneeling by the chair you were nestled into. âYou are. Tell me what I did.âÂ
Such a picture of devotion made you squirm. You unraveled your legs from under you and sat eye-level with the Shadowsingerâs form. âNothing, Az. Remember, I told you I was trying to be more self-sufficient. Give you more time back.â
âIs this because of our conversation a few weeks ago? Because I only told you because itâs important to understand my history as myââÂ
You quickly shook your head, not wanting another recount of his love life. Not when you werenât part of it. âNothing like that, I swear.âÂ
Cassian chose that moment to enter the small library, a decision that was both your downfall and eventual salvation, as time would reveal.Â
âNothing,â you quipped, feeling Azrielâs eyes still glued to your face as it heated and turned to Cassian. âWhat are you doing here? Feyre said you were at the camps until next week.âÂ
âYeah, well, got sick of the camps,â he replied, brow raised when Azriel reluctantly rose from the ground and stiffly turned.Â
âGlad youâre back then.âÂ
âThanks for the warm welcome, sweetheart.â Cassian kicked back into a far chair, the air still heavy. âAnyone have plans tonight? I feel like going out.âÂ
Azriel cleared his throat, fingers flexing with shadows that twined between them. âI believe Mor is going to Ritaâs. But I have⌠business tonight.âÂ
âBusiness, huh?â Cassian smirked, flicking his gaze over to you in a quick motion.Â
âCassian,â Azriel warned, but it was too late. Something ugly and hot gripped your throat, making it impossible to swallow.
This was it. This was what you wanted. He was finally free from you, and his words tonight were only a semblance of guilt for leaving you when you asked him to. But it wasnât fair to hold him in your grasp when he didnât want to be there. When you were a duty to him.Â
He needed to know that it was okay to move on from the responsibility of you, so you steeled yourself and swallowed down the searing pain in your chest that felt like it was yanking at you when you were resolute in your next words.Â
 âSorry, Cass, Iâm not free either. Iâm going on a date.â
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