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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Elain Archeron/Azriel, Elain Archeron & Azriel, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Cassian Characters: Elain Archeron, Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Lucien Vanserra, Nuala (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Cerridwen (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Morrigan (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Amren (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Elriel, POV Third Person, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Simp Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Azriel is Bad at Feelings (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Soft Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Dominant Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Elain Archeron/Azriel Angst, Human Elain Archeron, POV Elain Archeron, modern elain, modern azriel, azriel rides a motorcycle, azriel is a tattoo owner, bakery elain, Pining Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), biker azriel, Sex Toys, Rough Sex, Soft Smut, Oral Sex, Steamy, Fuck AI Summary:

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Elain Archeron/Azriel, Elain Archeron & Azriel, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Cassian Characters: Elain Archeron, Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Lucien Vanserra, Nuala (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Cerridwen (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Morrigan (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Amren (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Elriel, POV Third Person, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Simp Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Azriel is Bad at Feelings (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Soft Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Dominant Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Elain Archeron/Azriel Angst, Human Elain Archeron, POV Elain Archeron, modern elain, modern azriel, azriel rides a motorcycle, azriel is a tattoo owner, bakery elain, Pining Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), biker azriel, Sex Toys, Rough Sex, Soft Smut, Oral Sex, Steamy, Fuck AI Summary:

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Elain Archeron/Azriel, Elain Archeron & Azriel, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Cassian Characters: Elain Archeron, Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Lucien Vanserra, Nuala (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Cerridwen (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Morrigan (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Amren (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Elriel, POV Third Person, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Simp Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Azriel is Bad at Feelings (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Soft Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Dominant Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Elain Archeron/Azriel Angst, Human Elain Archeron, POV Elain Archeron, modern elain, modern azriel, azriel rides a motorcycle, azriel is a tattoo owner, bakery elain, Pining Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), biker azriel, Sex Toys, Rough Sex, Soft Smut, Oral Sex, Steamy, Fuck AI Summary:

Elriel Month: Day 9- Nightmare

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The small inn that Azriel had scouted for them was small, if Elain was being honest. After living in the small cottage the Archeron’s had lived in before becoming high fae, Elain was used to it. Nuala and Cerridwen had bid both Azriel and Elain goodnight and turned down the small hallways of the Inn to their own small room.

The spy mission had gone bad, almost resulting in a sighting of them and now they were here.

Elain could feel Azriel in the doorway as he took in the room before them.

“It was supposed to be two beds,” he grumbled before turning out the door. Elain figured he was going back down, demanding a second bed and slapping as many gold coins he could to get them the second bed. Elain shifted in the room, moving to the small bed, running her fingers over it.

She didn’t mind sharing a bed, she had gotten used to it back in the human realms. Elain sat on the edge of the bed and waited patiently. She heard him before she saw him, hearing Azriel was a difficult task, but Elain had practically trained herself on how to do it.

The door opened allowing Azriel to step in, pulling his wings close to each other. “There is only this room.”

Elain nodded her head. “I don’t mind sharing the bed.”

Azriel quickly shook his head. “No, I will not take the bed. It is all yours Elain.” His voice was deep and dark and Elain only chewed on her lip. She watched him move through the small room to the conjoint bathroom with a tub. A tub meant for a normal sized fae, not a huge Illyrian soldier. From the bathroom she heard him. “I will take the floor.”

“We both know that is nonsense,” Elain spoke, rising from the bed and going to the bathroom door. She watched as he started the bath. He raised his head to meet her gaze. His eyes shifted over her black spy leathers, taking her in fully. “We can share,” she whispered.

Azriel only gave a shake of his head, his shadows curling around him seeming upset with something. “The bath is for you. I will go talk to the twins about the plans for tomorrow. Goodnight Elain.”

She watched as he stood up and moved to the door she was half blocking. Elain shifted to the side allowing him to pass but as he passed his fingers brushed over her side. Her eyes tracked his movements as he strode to the door and left. Elain ran her hands down her face as she released a sigh.

Elain closed the bathroom door and began stripping from her outfit, undoing her braided hair before stepping into the steaming bath. She took her time, allowing herself to take in the warm bath. They had been on this spy mission for weeks, only stopping at Inns if needed and after the almost compromise, Azriel had announced they would take the night. Elain reached for the lavender bar of soap provided by the Inn and scrubbed her skin.

She stood up from the bath, reaching for the towel before moving to the room where clothes had appeared. She figured Azriel had left and secured clothing from somewhere. It was only a large t-shirt and underwear but no complaints from Elain.

Elain slipped into the bed, feeling guilty for taking the bed, but sleep had taken over rather quickly.

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Sweat was dripping down Elain’s forehead as she thrashed on the bed. Elain was held back as some guard took hold of her, Azriel was chained up, his wings shredded as chains were wrapped around him. Elain tried to pull from the guard to get to him but it was useless.

“Please not him,” she pleaded in the nightmare. “Please.”

A mystery man spun towards her, his lips snarling at her. “And would you take his place, Seer?” Elain nodded her head. “How romantic. The Shadowsinger and the Seer begging to save each other.”

Azriel pulled on the chains which were draining his magic. “Elain,” he moaned in pain. “Not her,” he begged.

The mystery man turned back to Azriel, Elain fighting back but the guard to her side struck her, having her collapse to the floor. A scream released from her lips in pain as she felt the guard's shoe kick her in the ribs. Elain could slightly hear Azriel’s own scream as she laid there, trying to crawl to him. “Please let him go,” Elain begged, spitting blood from her mouth. The guard hit her again, another scream ripping from her bruised lips.

“Maybe I will see how long you two will beg for one another and then toss a coin to see who lives,” the mystery man spoke. He stalked to Elain bending down and taking her face into his hands. “But even under all these bruises, you are pretty. I understand why the Shadowsinger has fallen for you. Maybe I will enjoy your company.”

“Get your hands off her,” Azriel demanded as he pulled harder on the chains. “Take me but you leave her alone and untouched.”

Elain groaned in pain as the mystery man threw her back on the floor. In teary eyes she watched as the mystery man withdrew his dagger and stabbed Azriel in the stomach. Elain opened her mouth to scream but no sound left.

“Elain wake up!” Azriel yelled as he shook Elain again. Sweat dripped all over Elain, dripping into the random T-shirt he had taken from the washing room. Elain was still moaning and groaning and Azriel was becoming restless as she wasn’t waking up. Was it a nightmare? Or a vision? His brain was scrambling, his shadows restless as they swarmed around them in fear.

“Please Elain,” he begged as he tried to wake her up.

At that Elain’s brown eyes snapped open, red from tears. Her eyes took in the Shadowsinger, reaching out to touch his face. “Are you real?” She asked, her voice light and full of fear.

“Yes, I am real Elain. I am here with you.” At those words, the tears broke from Elain. She reached for him and threw her arms around him. Without even asking Azriel tugged her into his lap, his scarred hands wrapping around her lower back and waist pulling her farther into his chest. One of his hands found the back of her head, rubbing her as she sobbed. “It is okay,” Azriel whispered.

The only sound in the room was Elain’s sobs, the sound brought a pain to Azriel’s heart. A shiver ran through her body, having Azriel tug her closer. His shadows had wrapped around them, allowing for a shelter. “He killed you,” she sobbed.

Azriel could feel her tears on the side of his neck. “I am here Elain. No one killed me.”

Elain pulled back, her eyes darting all over his face. Azriel brought his hands up to cup her face, his thumbs catching the tears that fell and wiped them off. “I lost you,” she whispered. More tears were falling down her cheeks but Azriel wiped them away.

“It was just a nightmare. You are safe. I am okay, I promise.”

More pain landed in his chest at the sight of her doe like eyes full of tears. Her nails dug into his bare biceps, trying to feel that he was real, that what she saw was fake. “I am sorry if I woke you,” she mumbled.

Elain was still situated on his lap, his hands wiping away the tears that were slowly falling. Azriel leaned closer and gave a soft kiss to her forehead, before both of them rested their heads against one another. Silence filled the room as Azriel allowed Elain to collect herself, taking deep breaths. Elain then shifted herself off Azriel’s lap, moving to where the pillows were and tucking herself against them. “You didn’t wake me. I kept watch.”

Azriel went to rise from the bed but Elain darted her hand out, her hand stopping on his bare arm again. “Can you stay with me?”

“I will. I will be on the floor.”

Elain shook her head slowly. “I mean in the bed. I just need you.” Her big brown eyes were locked on his own hazel ones. “Please.”

Azriel wouldn’t tell her this, but if she ever wanted anything from him, and he means anything. All Elain has to do is bat her eyelashes and say ‘please.’ He couldn’t say anything but nodded his head. She shifted in the bed, slipping under the covers, allowing Azriel to climb in as well.

He slipped in behind Elain, trying to keep his distance. “Can you hold me please.” Her words were soft and a whisper.

“Of course.”

In response Azriel slipped one arm around her waist, bringing her backside to his front. His other arms drifted out in front of them and Elain only curled herself onto the bicep of his arm. “Thank you.” He could hear her sniffle but he didn’t say anything still, only pulling Elain closer to him.

day 5: gardens

Elain sat on the sofa in the living room of the River House, swirling a glass of wine Mor had placed in her hand insisting Elain needed to “loosen up”. The seer had taken the glass with a small smile, and after a while had believed Mor saw something in her that needed this glass of wine. The wine was beyond immaculate, thanks to Rhysand’s large collection of it.

The rest of the Inner Circle sat on the couches that surrounded the fire, laughter and conversation flowing throughout the group. Elain joined in the conversation when the time was right, and gave laughs on clue, but her eyes and mind were elsewhere.

In the corner of the room, standing by the window was Azriel. His wings were tucked in but the full moon above Velaris was shining through the window, casting a glow on the Shadowsinger. From Elain’s perch on the couch, she watched him over the rim of the glass.

He was silent tonight.

Azriel was always quiet, but was more so tonight.

Elain finished the glass of wine before standing, little attention was on her, aside from the Spymaster who seemed to always notice her. She moved to the window where Azriel was standing, facing out into the garden.

The garden Elain took care of at the River House was doing quite good, but she loved the Townhouse one more. Shadows swirled around Azriel, seeming to peek over his shoulder to catch sight of Elain.

“The garden looks good. Don’t you think so?” She asked, slightly shifting her head to look at Azriel. His eyes were already on her.

Without even glancing away from Elain he spoke, “It looks remarkable.”

Elain gave a smile and turned back to the window, peering out into the darkness. “I think I would like to go down and visit.”

She simply turned her head at him again, gave a bat of her eyelashes and then turned and walked through the River house to the garden. Elain knew he would follow, a tad after her so no attention would be drawn to them. Elain had reached the garden, and walked on the gravel to the small fountain that had been built.

Elain took a seat, dipped her fingernails into the water, and gave a small swirl. She looked into the garden, taking notes of the flowers to fix when she visited next.

The Shadowsinger was quiet but Elain turned her head, sensing him, and caught his movements as he moved throughout the garden.

His wings were more flared out, not tucked back like he normally kept them. His hazel eyes met her soft brown eyes and a small smile grew on her lips. She stood from the fountain and moved towards where he was walking.

He cast shadows around themselves, bathing them in darkness. If someone looked outside the window, Azriel and Elain would be unnoticed.

Their garden meetings had become more and more, especially more when Lucien was around. No one ever questioned why Elain was in the gardens, and Azriel was unnoticeable as he snuck around.

Elain took a step to Azriel, her fingers still slightly damp from the fountain water, darting out to his scarred hands. He met her touch with his other hand which darted out to her waist, bringing her closer to him.

“Have I told you how extraordinary you look Elain,” he muttered, eyes taking in her face.

A blush began to rise on Elain’s cheek. Her hand that was on his own began to work its way up his arm, clinging to his biceps. Azriel was still in his leathers, and Elain always drank the sight of him in them. “You tell me that often enough,” she said, her voice was breathy.

A slight laugh escaped Azriel’s full lips, lowering his head to her pointed ears. His warm breath sent shivers throughout her whole body, which had Azriel tugging her closer. “I will keep telling you that. Bathing you in compliments just to watch that blush warm your cheeks. Having me know that I have that effect on you.”

Tingles worked throughout Elain, her toes curling in her slippers. Elain brought her other hand up to his other arm, clinging into his leathers. Elain lifted her head to look at him, their eyes meeting. Her hands moved to his cheeks and then brought his lips down to meet her own.

Their lips clashed with each other, tongues darting out to meet each other's. Elain curled her arms around his neck, hands racking through his dark hair. Azriel's hands both landed on her waist, pulling her closer to him, their bodies flushed together.

Azriel began moving his hands all over her body, over her breasts which ached for his touch, over her back that arched, over her ass that was soft in his hands. Azriel only lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He lowered her to the grass, shadows still clinging around them. Elain could smell him, and the flowers that were around them.

He ran his lips down her neck, allowing Elain’s lips to be free as she moaned, hands scraping down his back. His wings were now fully out, showing off their length.

Elain dipped her head back, giving more of a view to her creamy neck, which was his favorite part. Her eyes darted around, taking in the full moon, taking in the flowers she had planted over the seasons. The garden was her thing, and she had opened it to Azriel, who she sometimes found here, going through reports.

She sucked on her lower lip as he moved his mouth farther down, gathering the ends of her dress and pushing it up farther. A cool air breathed around them, having Elain gasp.

Azriel looked up through his hazel eyes, as she lowered his mouth to kiss her inner thighs. Elain reached out and ran her fingers through his dark hair, pulling him to where she wanted him more than anything.

The garden was still around them, allowing the two to have their stolen moments. Elain dug her other hand into the grass, soil seeking into her nailbeds.

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Elain Archeron/Azriel, Elain Archeron & Azriel, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Cassian Characters: Elain Archeron, Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Lucien Vanserra, Nuala (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Cerridwen (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Morrigan (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Amren (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Elriel, POV Third Person, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Simp Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Azriel is Bad at Feelings (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Soft Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Dominant Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Elain Archeron/Azriel Angst, Human Elain Archeron, POV Elain Archeron, modern elain, modern azriel, azriel rides a motorcycle, azriel is a tattoo owner, bakery elain, Pining Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), biker azriel, Sex Toys, Rough Sex, Soft Smut, Oral Sex, Steamy, Fuck AI Summary: