Summary: Anonymous request: omg can i just say i love your blog sm!! you are carrying the acotar fandom in this app 😭😭 i wanted to request a fic where az and reader are having like a romantic moment where they are dancing in their kitchen and maybe the inner circle sees them and they’re just so happy for them.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 612
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“What are you doing all alone in here?” a voice startles you. Spinning around on your heel, your face softens when you see your mate standing in the doorway. It was one of the best nights of the year. Rhysand always threw the most beautiful parties for Starfall, great food, expensive wine, and the most talented musicians playing at the House of Wind for all of his friends and family.
You left your mate on the dancefloor with Cassian and Mor, reassuring him that you’d be back in no time, you just wanted to cool down for a moment and refill your drink. Azriel looked reluctant to let you leave and you thought he might follow you inside the house, but you assured him you would be back in no time.
Walking into the house with a loving grin, thinking about how lucky you are to have found your mate. He was so considerate, passionate, and loving. He really was your everything. You hadn’t even known what your life had been missing until the night the bond made itself known.
You couldn’t imagine your life without him.
Sipping from your newly refilled glass, you leaned against the counter, reflecting on your life with your mate. His friends had welcomed you with open arms and wide grins, so excited that the Shadowsinger had finally found his other half.
You seemed to fit right into the group like a piece to their evergrowing puzzle of family. You and Cassian were thick of thieves since the first night he’d brought you home, the Warlord pulling you aside to tell you everything about Az. He highlighted the Spymaster’s entire life, his likes, dislikes, embarrassing moments, he even told you his tells when fighting, where to strike if you wanted a training session to end early. Azriel had watched you with a fond look in his eyes.
“Just thinking,” you respond softly, setting your glass down on the counter and opening your arms for him. He wraps his arms around your waist and yours clasp around his neck as you stare lovingly into those glowing hazel eyes.
“About what?” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and stroking his thumb soothingly across your soft cheek.
You shrug, smiling from cheek to cheek, “You.”
“Yeah?” his brows quirk.
You hum in confirmation, closing your eyes as he rests his forehead against yours.
“All good, I hope.”
You release a breathy laugh as he starts to sway the two of you slowly. “All amazing, as are you.”
He pecks you on the nose, sweeping you under his arm, twirling you around abruptly and then back into his chest. He surprises you with a kiss on the nose, continuing your dance around the kitchen. “Ah, that’s you, my love.”
The both of you are unaware of the audience you have. Mor had gone in to snag a new bottle of wine and had seen the two of you in a loving embrace. She was a bit nosy at the worst of times, but seeing her friend for so long so in love, it made her heart swell. Somehow, without even the Spymaster knowing, she had gathered the rest of the Inner Circle, squealing about how cute the two of you were being in the kitchen.
Azriel was distracted by your beauty, the love of his life looking back at him like he was her universe. Those pesky shadows were nowhere to be seen. He wanted, just for a minute, to be alone with his thoughts, with you, and he was completely unaware that his family were watching with wide smiles and misty eyes.
my cousin loves her chickens more than life itself and is proud of their eggs like she is a mama hen. she picked up one like "this is happy she's my favorite"
