Things Unsaid (Azriel x Reader) Part 2
Warnings: AnGsT
Prompt: “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “But you did! You did.”
a/n: When getting requests for a part two I had no clue where I was going to take this story, but I really enjoy how it turned out. xo
Part 1
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“If I’m so bad, why are you still here?” “Because I fucking love you.” Those words hang in the air for a long time before you even think to respond. All you can think to say is, “Get out.”
The moment he leaves, you regret not listening to him, but he hurt you… he really hurt you. There was nothing that was going to change that. You call for Mor as you start crying. You had been in this relationship for 50 years… how could you throw all of that away? Both Mor and Nesta come to your side. You really needed their comfort right now. They lay you down on the couch. Mor sets your head in her lap as Nesta sits on the floor to face you and grabs your ever-shaking hands, “Don’t worry, Cass isn’t getting away with this either.” That surprises a chuckle out of you mid-sob.
You have never felt so broken in your life.
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You don’t remember falling asleep until you wake up to thin streams of light shining onto your face. The couch is hard beneath you as all the aches and pains come in full force. It feels like the worst hangover you have ever had then memories hit you all at once.
Your heart ached. You willed yourself to get up before anyone saw you. As you made your way to the spare room you always know is set up, a stray tear fell down your cheek. You managed not to run into anyone on your way thank goodness. You didn’t want any more pity than you were already getting. It was humiliating for your closest friends to find out that information before you did. You always imagined that relationship problems lived behind closed doors… but you didn’t know you had relationship problems until now.
There was a chilling breeze that came in from the open window. Even though you just woke up, you decided that a nap was in order.
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Azriel fucked up. Big time. He spent all night pacing in your shared townhouse. What was he going to do? He just might have ruined the one good thing he had in his life.
The crisp morning air nipped at his skin as he continued to pace. He let his deepest secret out of the bag last night, and although it was definitely due to the alcohol he had no business sharing that, even with his brother. That was something he meant to go to the grave with. Damn, there was no fixing this.
Az decided he was going to go talk to you today whether you wanted to see him or not.
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It was afternoon by the time you woke up to the sounds of yelling coming from the living room. All you heard from the other room was, “Get the fuck out of here, she doesn’t want to see you,” from who you can only assume is Mor. Fuck, he’s here. You were not ready for this conversation you knew needed to happen.
If you were going to have this conversation, it was going to be on your terms. So, you got up and started running a nice hot bath. He can wait.
By the time you’re bathed and dressed you had semi-mentally prepared yourself for the conversation. You were going to be strong no matter what. You braided your hair and put on your favorite outfit as you made your way to the living room.
He was stood by the large windows looking out over the city with his hands clasped behind his back. His shadows came to wrap around your ankles and up your legs until they settled along your shoulders. The sun was setting over the city as you watched him turn around and check you out. Typical. “Y/N, my dove, we need to talk,” he said quiet enough just for you to hear it.
“Well I’m here aren’t I?”
“Look, I made a mistake… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“But you did! You did.”
“I know and I’m sorry. I meant for that to go with me to the grave… It was never meant to get out.
“What do you mean you were going to take it to the grave? What happened to, I don’t know, honesty and trust? Did you really think you could get away with this?”
You ended that question with your hands over your chest and you head raised high. He was not going to get the best of you.
“Wha- What I meant was that it wasn’t an issue for me so that’s why I never brought it up.” He feels tears in his eyes but he won’t let them fall.
“Well obviously it is an issue if you go and tell Cassian! I cannot believe you. I can’t trust you! Give me one good reason to stay.”
“I love you… Isn’t that reason enough?”
“No, no it’s not.”
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Part 3
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