#feyriel

Good Boy

“Have you been a good boy?”

@sjmromanceweek

Day 5 Only One Bed

Pairing: Azriel x Feyre

Word count: 711

“Feyre…”

“No.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. I’ve slept in worse places, trust me.”

She turned to him with a frown. Every time she made that face, a tiny, adorable crease appeared between her brows. Not that he wanted to kiss it and see how she’d react.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” He crossed his arms, the finality in his tone unmistakable.

As if he didn’t already know how stubborn she could be.

hehehe

tbh it’s initially a very unusual job for him. Rhys hasn’t had him on an honest to God stake out mission in forever, but, oh well.

so he gets an address, hacks everything he could possibly gather about her in .5 seconds (someone should teach her the basics of internet security, he didn’t even have to try!) and drives to her apartment building - this old squat little guy with bare bricks and a gate with no one guarding it, not even one measly camera.

it’s pretty decent, if the neighborhood is a bit sketchy, but oh well he’s lived in places far far worse, anyway, he’s got a newspaper ready, he’s nostalgic, he hasn’t done this in a while, might as well to the whole deal right? he has his coffee and crosswords and

oh

her hair is up, with a pen holding it that way, and her clothes are a little rumpled (it’s a very very large pair of pants and an impossibly big t shirt, that she has tucked on edge of in her bra, not that he can see that, not that he is noticing the swatch of bare luminous skin it shows, she probably does it bc of the heat probably and yeah he does not want to think about her being sweaty) and her shoes have definitely seen better days, and — is that paint splattered on her face?

anyway, Azriel shrugs it all off but keeps his eyes on her at all times. At All Times.

He’s hacked into the camera system of her uni, and the place where she teaches little kids to paint, and even though he didn’t he seriously considered putting cameras inside her apartment — she is too trusting too kind, she once let an old woman go inside her house to wait off a storm! she could have been killed!

and the thing is, he has a very meticulous, detailed spreadsheet of her schedule. he knows where she is at all times. At All Times

It is not necessarily part of the job, Rhys just said keep watch and well, he is! he’s just doubling down and being careful because…

if she is to be in a relationship with Rhys, of all people, there are a number of truly fucked up shit that could be done to her, and he can’t let thar happen he can’t because

because there is this one little dude in her class, one who doesn’t talk much, and never can get a friend for any paired tasks, so he ends up having to pair up with her, and she’s always there for him, wide smiles and paint splattered apron, and as much as he doesn’t seem to smile, they always laugh together

and she is kind to all staff, everywhere she goes, greets them by name, even gives them these tiny little canvas she paints with random stuff - flowers, a little forest scenery, a flute, the night sky ——-

and trust me he is so so so so so so very conflicted about this. she’s not dating Rhys or anything like that, well at least not yet he guesses, but he dreams about her, and he looks, he can’t help but look, that’s his task, he’s following orders, that’s all he is good for that is all he is doing he is a good friend and he just happens to know where she is. At All Times.

anyway, Azriel gets like, super spooked someone will come and snatch her up in the middle of the night, so he goes and snatches her up in the middle of the night

Azriel is insanely devoted to his High Lord and part of that is caring for his High Lady. Yet as he assists her and learns about her little by little he begins to truly and fully understand her as a person. He begins to see a version of her that is deeply noble and good and all he wants to do is to protect that.

Feyre was born a human woman. Feyre will live for hundreds of years. Feyre decided all of her life decisions by the time she was twenty years old and cracking under the stress of deep trauma. Feyre learns how to be High Lady of the Night Court, how to be a mother and a wife all at the same time. It takes many years before she truly begins to understand who Feyre actually is and sometimes she isn’t who others think.

Azriel, loyal and quiet will never condemn her for that. He takes the changes in her as they are and soon so soon she realizes that he is her closet companion and confidant.

They do not name it, do not even think it. Not when Rhysand has a direct link to Feyre’s mind. Not when she will die with him when the end does come.

One day Azriel gets injured for her. More than one wound on his body. She quietly treats them all, tells him about childhood scrapes. The last thing she does is tend to a scar on his face. Her hands shake with gentleness and he breathes deeper than he remembers being able to. Maybe not since he could sleep against his mother’s chest.

He prays the scar never heals.

There is a time when Feyre is falling apart. Azriel does not talk to her, does not try and shock her out of it. He simply lets her lace their fingers and squeeze til he begins to loose feeling. Any spectators would think they were two people just standing near each other.

Brain: Feyre x bat boys foursome

Me: sighs, not right now ffs

Brain: Rhys sitting calmly in a chair with a drink in his hand while he slowly loses his mind with lust watching Az and Cass worship Feyre