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A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.
For summary & chapter index, click > Â Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}
Word Count:Â 3.2k
A/N: Isnât it uncomfortable being in that weird awkward angsty fluff phase of the story
Comment to tell me what you think, or to be tagged! x
âAngry people are not always wise.â â Jane Austen, Pride and PrejudiceÂ
Rhysand walked through the front door of their apartment, Feyre right behind.
âGet in bed,â she said, shutting the door behind him. âIâll get you something to eat.â
Rhysand didnât have the energy to protest. Instead, he slumped through the hall until he reached his bedroom and slowly lowered himself onto his mattress.Â
Every movement brought a stabbing pain, dominantly in his ribs. In his shoes and all, wearing everything he had been taken to the hospital in the night before, Rhysand laid back against his pillows.Â
He could hear Feyre poking about in the kitchen. She hadnât been the same after what she had confessed the night before. Now heâs using you to prove that even though I left him...he can still control me. Itâs all my fault. No matter how much he tried to convince her otherwise, she wouldnât budge.Â
She came into his room a minute later with a sandwich and a glass of water. She saw him lying pathetically on his bed, dressed in his filthy clothes, and smiled softly.
He loved that smile.Â
âMaybe you should get yourself cleaned up,â she said, setting the plate on his nightstand. âAfter you eat, so you can take your pain meds.â
âI donât need them,â Rhysand said, grabbing his sandwich off the plate and taking a bite, still laying down.Â
Feyre rolled her eyes. âStubborn ass. Theyâll help.â
Shaking his head, Rhysand said, âIâm fine, really.â
âI could hear you cringing while you laid down from all the way in the kitchen,â Feyre shot back.
Rhysand said nothing.
He took another bite of his sandwich.Â
âListen to your woman,â Feyre said, stalking out of his bedroom and into the bathroom. He could hear the water running, filling up the tub, as he finished off his pb&j. When Feyre came back, Rhysand was drifting into sleep. âNo, no. Bathe first. You stink and youâve got blood everywhere.â
With a groan, Rhysand sat up and lifted his shirt over his head. Feyre mustâve seen the pain in his expression, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, because she was sitting on his bed, helping him take off his shoes, then his socks. Rhysand stood and unbuttoned his jeans as he walked toward the bathroom.
âYou going to give me a sponge bath, Nurse Feyre?â he asked.
Feyre laughed from behind him. âMaybe. I even put bubbles in it for you.â
Rhysand grinned. âNow youâre just spoiling me.â
Kicking off his jeans, Rhysand slid into the bath, down into the steaming, bubbly water. He sighed, leaning back.Â
Feyre sat next to the bath as his eyes fluttered shut.
âCome in with me,â he muttered.
âYouâre in no condition for that,â Feyre mumbled, but he could tell she was smiling.Â
Rhysand opened one eye and looked at her. âIâll be good. I promise.â
With a look that said he was full of shit, Feyre slid off her dirty clothes and stepped into the tub. She sat on his lap, cautiously straddling his waist. Her fingers, softly and slowly, slid down his chest. With his eyes closed, and his hands resting on her ass, Feyre took a cloth and soaked it in soap and warm water before bringing it to his face. She dabbed above his split lip, erasing the dried blood, then moved to his neck, around his scratch, where Eris had pressed the blade into his skin. Once free of blood, she ran the cloth over his chest, his arms, his abdomen, being extra cautious around his broken ribs.
âLower,â Rhysand begged, and Feyreâs body shook above him.
âYou said youâd be good,â she laughed, quietly, dropping the rag in the water.
Rhysand sighed. âI lied.â
She was shaking her head when he opened his eyes. Beautiful, with her hair hanging around her shoulders, her lips parted, eyes watching her own slender fingers draw circles against Rhysandâs chest.Â
âI love you,â he breathed.
Feyreâs head shook, slowly, gray-blue eyes growing weary. âYou love me too much.âÂ
âNot possible,â he said, taking her hands from his chest and interlacing his fingers in hers. âI am so in love with you, Feyre.â
She smiled, but her eyes welled up with tears. âRhys-â
âI love you,â he repeated, holding onto her hands. âI love you.â
A tear slid down her cheek. âI love you, too.â
With a heavy heart, he wiped that tear away, unable to say anything more. He knew she felt guilty, and he also knew that no matter what he said or did, she would continue to feel guilty. It was who she was. She couldnât help it.Â
He pulled her into him, even though she protested, at first. Eventually, she reluctantly obeyed, but the moment her head was lying on his shoulder, her hand lying on his chest, she melted into him.Â
They laid like that for a long while, and they had remained silent for so long that Rhysand didnât realize that Feyre had fallen asleep until the water started to get cold. He shook her body, gently, and when her eyes opened, he suggested, âBed?â
She nodded, pulled the plug, and got out. He followed, and she wrapped a towel around his waist before drying herself off and following him back to his room, where they laid together, naked, beneath the sheets, clinging to one another as they fell asleep.Â
~~~~~
Azriel woke up to the early morning sun peeking in through his blinds. He stayed perfectly still, though, because Elain was sound asleep, cheek resting against his chest.
But he really had to piss.
Slowly, he thought to himself, as he pulled himself out from under her. He let her down, almost as smoothly as he had hoped, but either way, she stayed asleep as Azriel scooted off the edge of his bed and tip-toed quietly to the door. He begged it not to creak as he opened it, slipped out, and shut it with a soft click behind him.
In the hallway, he finally let out a breath as he closed himself inside of the bathroom. In the mirror, his hair was a mess, his eyes still blurred, trying to wake up.
While relieving himself, a loud knock came on the door, making him jump.
âI HAVE TO PEEEEEEE!â
Azriel snorted. âAlmost done, Mila.â
âHurry up!â she cried. âUuuuuuuuuugh.â
He opened the door and was met with a tiny human, eyes narrowed, hands on her hips, auburn hair in absolute chaos.Â
She pushed her uncle out of the way and hurried to the toilet. Azriel cracked the door, giving her privacy.Â
âHungry?â he asked, through the crack.
âYes,â she said, sighing. âI want pancakes.â
âOf course,â Azriel muttered, heading back down the hallway, toward the kitchen, where Mor was sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee.
Her brows rose. âMy back is killing me. Thereâs a reason I sleep on the couch. Which, I noticed this morning, my dear Azriel, is empty.â
Azriel gave her a look before opening the pantry and pulling out a box of pancake mix.
âNot to pry,â Mor went on, âbut when I went to sleep last night, I had offered the couch to Elain, where I know, for a fact, she fell asleep.âÂ
Azriel didnât give into her interrogation. âTalk to Rhys this morning?â
âYes,â Mor sighed, âhe called on his way home from the hospital a little while ago. He claims heâs perfectly fine.â
âOf course he does,â Azriel murmured, making a note to call Feyre later to see how heâs really doing.Â
âAre you really going to make me ask if Elain is in your bed?â Mor asked, setting down her mug, forcibly, on the table.
Silently, Azriel opened the cabinet and pulled out a bowl. âI would never.â
âAzriel,â she begged.
Azriel laughed. âYou canât stand not knowing shit, can you?â
When he looked over his shoulder, it was written all over her face: no, she couldnât.Â
Shaking his head, Azriel turned back around and found a measuring cup. âYes, sheâs in my bed. No, nothing...happened.â
Mor was instantly on her feet. âYou hesitated. You definitely hesitated.âÂ
She threw open the fridge, grabbed the milk, and met him at the counter.
âI hesitate a lot,â Azriel said, opening the box of pancake mix. âPeople typically donât read into it.â
âIâm not people,â Mor said, opening the milk and measuring it out before pouring it into the bowl. âIâm your best friend.â
Azriel glanced at her through his side eye before shaking his head. âI donât know. We kissed, and weâŚ..cuddled, and it was nice.â
Morâs smile widened. âAzriel just said cuddle. How sweet.â
Azriel jabbed her in the ribs with his elbow before pouring the mix into the bowl.
Looking his direction, Morâs smile softened. âJokes aside, I do think itâs sweet. I like Elain. Sheâs kind and gentle. The complete opposite of you, and opposites attract.â
Azriel lifted a brow as he pulled out a whisk and pointed it at Mor. âAre you saying that Iâm not gentle?â
Mor cackled. âHave you met you? Gentler than Cassian, maybe, but thatâs not saying much. No, Az, my love, you are not what I consider to be gentle. Unless itâs with Mila, but everyoneâs gentle with that little princess.âÂ
âSpeaking of,â Azriel mumbled, hearing her run down the hall.
Mila came around the corner, bouncing up and down. âPancakes! And chocolate milk, please.â
âAh, getting sugared up first thing in the morning,â Azriel laughed, and caught his niece as she jumped into his arms. She climbed onto his back and held him around his neck. âI suppose since itâs Saturday, itâs okay.âÂ
âYay!â she yelled, right into his ear.Â
Azriel mixed what was in the bowl together as Mila jumped from Azrielâs back into Morâs arms, who carried her to the couch to watch cartoons, just as Azrielâs bedroom door opened.Â
As Elain came around the corner, her cheeks were pink.
Even having just awoken, Azriel was blown away by her beauty.
âHi,â she said, quietly.
âHi,â Azriel replied, biting down on his lip to suppress his smile. âYou like pancakes?â
Elain hesitated. âEveryone likes pancakes.âÂ
âWell, youâre in luck, then, because I make phenomenal pancakesâŚ.that come from a box.â
Elain laughed, and Azriel noticed Mor peeking over her shoulder at the two of them.Â
Mila, just now realizing there was another person in the room, jumped up on the couch. âLain!â
Elain smiled, brightly. âGood morning.â
âWhy are you here?â she asked, still excited, but slightly confused.
A soft laugh tumbled out of Elain as she hesitated. âI...couldnât wait until later to come see you, so I came a little early.â
âYay!â Mila yelled, sitting back down beside Mor. âCome on, Lain, weâre watching Looney Tunes.âÂ
âLooney Tunes still comes on?â Azriel muttered.
âOf course,â Mor called, as Elain joined the girls on the couch. âItâs a classic, Saturday mornings wouldnât be the same without it.âÂ
Shaking his head, every woman in the house abandoning him, Azriel made pancakes.
And then the four of them sat down at the table and ate, together, laughing over the sugary breakfast of pancakes with syrup and whipped cream, and chocolate milk.Â
Azriel kept catching Elainâs eyes, and all he could think about was the sweet taste of her lips the night before, and how he couldnât wait to taste them, again.Â
~~~~~
The deep blue waters of the Sidra were sparkling as Cassian ran along it in the early morning heat, Bryaxis beside him on his leash, tongue hanging out as he jogged alongside his master.
He didnât sleep at all, between what happened to Rhys and how he left things with Nesta.
Rhysand could take care of himself, Cassian knew that, but he couldnât stop his anger. He knew it was a problem, that anger, knew it had often gotten him in trouble in the past, but it was stuck, simmering in the pit of his stomach, making his mind wander and, agonizingly enough, be alert at all times.
As for Nesta, he walked her up to her apartment after Azriel had dropped them off in the middle of the night. They walked in silence until they stood in the space between their doors. Hours before, they were fucking in his office, but before they parted, they just stared at each other awkwardly before saying goodnight.
Maybe it was because they were exhausted.
Or, maybe it was because she regretted it.
Or, even worse, maybe he was overthinking it, which was always a possibility.Â
He almost texted her before he left for his run, but he decided against it, assuming he would run into her at some point during the day.Â
Hoping to take his mind off everything, he leashed Bryaxis up and took to the riverwalk. It didnât work, it only made him a little more tired and way more sweaty.Â
By the time they reached the little park along the river, in front of the heart of the city, Cassian was exhausted. He must have run at least four miles without even realizing it, although the moment he started to slow down, he was definitely feeling it.Â
He walked a little bit before sitting in the grass with Bryaxis and stretching out his long legs.Â
âGood boy, Ax,â he mumbled, as the golden retriever laid down next to him.Â
And then Cassian caught him, bright red hair, tall frame, jogging toward him.
Eris Vanserra.
Cassianâs blood turned cold.Â
He was instantly rising to his feet, whistling for Bryaxis to follow. He did, the good boy he was. Cassian stormed in Erisâ direction, and by the time Eris saw him coming, it was too late for him to turn around. Cassian dropped Bryaxisâ leash, demanding he sit as he came upon Eris and tackled him against the sidewalk. Their skin scraped, blood instantly drawn.
Erisâ eyes blazed as his back hit the pavement. âWhat the fuck, Nazari?â
But Cassian had his hand against Erisâ throat as he pinned him to the ground. âStay away from my family.â
Eris pushed back, not the scrawny kid heâd been in high school, anymore. He rolled Cassian over into the grass, his fist hitting Cassian in the jaw. Cassian spat up at him, saliva and blood tainting Erisâ light tanktop.Â
To Erisâ surprise, Cassian grinned. Little did Eris know that Cassian thrived on confrontation, thrived on steady competition, thrived on the idea of giving Eris what he gave to Rhys.
They tumbled around in the grass, fists flying, ignoring the cries and glares they got from the few early morning riders that were around.
âFuck you, Nazari,â Eris spat, elbowing Cassian in the jaw.
Cassian was quick though. Heâd been in enough fights throughout his lifetime to make split decisions amidst the chaos. All the anger he had been feeling flooded him, ignited him. He pinned Eris to the ground, pinning him down with his knees as he landed a blow to his eye, another to his cheek, another, another, another, until someone was pulling him off- two someones.Â
Eris laid in the grass, hands covering his bloodied face.
âStay away,â Cassian warned again, spitting in the grass. He shook the joggers, who had pulled him away, off of him and whistled for Bryaxis.Â
The pup came running.
Eris was on his feet, blood flowing from his nose. âYou just made a huge mistake.â
âFuck off, Vanserra,â he spat, taking Bryaxisâ leash.
The runners who had pulled Cassian off of Eris were standing between them now, but Cassian stayed, staring Eris down until his message was clear.
Stay away from my family.
Eris shook his head and turned away, walking back the way he had come.
Cassian waited until he was further down the walk until he turned around, too, heading back toward his apartment.
Bryaxis whined, looking up at Cassian.
âIâm okay,â Cassian reassured him, patting him on the head as they walked, along the Sidra.
By the time they reached the apartment complex, Cassian was about to fall over. Blood trickled down to the collar of his t-shirt.
He stomped up the concrete stairs, Bryaxis at his heels, worrying about his dad.
When Cassian reached the second floor landing, Nesta had just stepped out of her door.
She took one look at Cassian and cursed. âWhat the hell happened to you?â
Cassian shook his head, but Nesta stepped in front of him, blocking him from going into his apartment.
Reluctantly, Cassian stopped.
âI asked you a question,â Nesta hissed.
Cassian met her gaze. âRan into Eris Vanserra.â
Nesta stilled, then took him by the elbow and pulled him into her apartment.Â
âSit,â she demanded.
Cassian didnât see a point in fighting it.
He sat on her couch, Bryaxis lying at his feet.
She stomped into the kitchen and soaked a rag with cool water before meeting him on the couch. She sat beside him and pulled his chin toward her. Gently, Nesta wiped the blood from his face.Â
âHe got you good,â she muttered.Â
âHe looks worse,â Cassian muttered back.
âNot that point,â she said, adding more pressure as she wiped the blood from his lip.
Cassian hissed.
Nesta didnât care.
âBe still,â she ordered.
âThen be gentle,â he snapped.
Nesta rolled her eyes as she continued to clean him up. Once she wiped him off, she pulled out some ointment and rubbed it on the parts of him that were split open.
âViolence often makes things worse, you know,â Nesta said, screwing the top back on the tube of the ointment.Â
Cassian grunted, watching her walk back into the kitchen to wash her hands. âGoing to scold me?â
âNo,â Nesta said, drying off her hands, âbut Iâll tell you it was stupid, because even you know it was.â
He did, he was grateful that no cops were around, but he couldnât help it, not after what Eris and Tamlin had done.
âThey canât just get away with doing bad shit,â Cassian mumbled.
Nesta sat on the couch next to him, dressed in her running clothes. He assumed he caught her just before she left, herself, for the walk along the Sidra.Â
Nesta didnât disagree, but she said, âJust donât do anything stupid.â Then, she added, âAgain.â
Cassian looked at her, leaning his head back against the couch. âHoly shit. Nesta Archeron cares about me.âÂ
Nesta stilled. âNo, I donât.â
But Cassian was grinning. âYes, you do.â
With narrowed eyes, she jabbed him beneath his eye, where a blue bruise was forming.
âOw,â he laughed, pushing her back.
Even Nesta couldnât help but smile as he crawled on top of her and pinned her down.
âMean,â he muttered, and her eyes lit up. âCruel.â
âI was going to go for a run,â she said, but her legs wrapped around his waist.Â
âIt can wait,â he said, voice muffled against the warm skin of her neck.Â
Nesta didnât protest as her eyes fell shut.Â
~~~~~
Rhysand was fast asleep as Feyre scribbled a note and put it on his nightstand.
Running to the store. Be back soon. Stay in bed. Love you.
She hurried out of the apartment, careful to keep quiet, careful not to wake him.Â
As she got in her car and headed for the grocery store, Feyre decided to take the long way around. She stopped short at an apartment complex she was all too familiar with.
Before she could convince herself otherwise, Feyre hopped out of her car and walked up the stairs, down the landing, until she was standing in front of her old front door.
She pounded her first against the thick wood.Â
He opened it, a minute later, looking like he just woke up. His golden eyebrows rose. âFeyre?â
She shook her head, fists shaking at her sides as she looked at Tamlin. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, but only one word came out, full of anger and hostility and judgment.
@superspiritfestival  @the-dark-swanâ  @girlgotattitude448â  @eversincebeirutâ
@midnightrose-readerâ Â @lord-douglas-the-thirdâ Â @thestarguidingyouhomeâ
@empress-ofbloodshedâ
Prompts:
{ âIâm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever met that assholeâ - Feysand } -anonymous
{ âHow about Nessian needing to fake date when they go home for the holidays?!â } - anonymous
{ âcould u pls do like an elriel fic where azriel is like this mysterious bad boy and elain is a goody two shoes lik aaaaa i cant get that image out of my headâ } - anonymous
Ship: Elriel from A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas
Summary: Itâs been four years since Azriel ran away from Velaris and left behind everyone he ever loved  â including the girl left standing at the altar. Now, heâs back home, but can he try and pick up the broken pieces of his life, or has there been too much lost time?
For my first day of Thanksvember, I would like to spotlight the very first fic I ever found on Tumblr! I honestly donât remember how I found it, but Iâm glad I did because it opened the door for me to find so many other great writers out there. I love absolutely everything Shelby and Tara have written, but this Elriel fic, while not complete, is a gem. This tears at my heartstrings in the best possible way, I can definitely read this over and over. I canât wait for the end of this fic!
I know you all probably think that Tara and I have deactivated this blog...
We havenât. Neither of us really have the time for Tumblr that we used to anymore. Life happens and weâre both extremely busy.
That and the knowledge that we had impending deadlines to keep and knowing we probably wouldnât hit them started to drain us, of both our ambition to write and our creativity.
But.
Weâre working on something. The most important part? Weâre doing it together and weâre doing it for ourselves, not because itâs whatâs expected of us. So be on the lookout.
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also your stories are beautifully written and i thought youâd like to know that c; hopefully when i get a bit more time i can go back and read the ones iâve been missing!!Â
@tacmcâ Iâm not going to lie, I was fangirling when I saw it. I love your blog and your fics so much! You are an amazing writer! đ đ đ  Thank you so much for the tag!
1ST RULE: tag 9 people you want to get to know better
2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true
APPEARANCE:
I am [5'7"] or taller
I wear glasses (/contacts)
I have at least one tattoo
I have at least one piercing (i had two but it was a belly button drama gone wrong)Â
I have blonde hair
I have brown eyesÂ
I have short hair
My abs are at least somewhat defined
I have or have had braces
PERSONALITY:
I love meeting new people
People tell me that Iâm funny
Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
I enjoy physical challenges
I enjoy mental challenges
Iâm playfully rude with people I know well
I started saying something ironically and now I canât stop saying it
ABILITY:
I can sing well
I can play an instrument (violin - badly)Â
I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping
Iâm a fast runner
I can draw well
I have a good memory
Iâm good at doing math in my head
I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute
I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling
I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch
I know how to throw a proper punch (iâve never tested this out and I donât know if its something to be proud of but Iâm pretty sure I can)Â
HOBBIES:
I enjoy playing sports
Iâm on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
Iâm in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
I have learned a new song in the past week
I work out at least once a week
Iâve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
I have drawn something in the past month
I enjoy writing
FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION
I do or have done martial arts
EXPERIENCES:
I have had my first kiss
I have had alcohol
I have scored the winning goal in a sports game
I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting
I have been at an overnight event
I have been in a taxi
I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year
I have beaten a video game in one day
I have visited another country
I have been to one of my favorite bandâs concerts
RELATIONSHIPS:
Iâm in a relationship Â
I have a crush on a celebrity
I have a crush on someone I know
I have been in at least 3 relationships
I have never been in a relationship
I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them
I get crushes easily
I have had a crush on someone for over a year
I have been in a relationship for at least a year
I have had feelings for a friend
MY LIFE:
I have at least one person I consider a best friend
I live close to my school
My parents are still together
I have at least one sibling
I live in the United States
There is snow right now where I live
I have hung out with a friend in the past month
I have a smartphone
I have at least 15 CDs
I share my room with someone
RANDOM SHIT:
I have breakdanced
I have had a teacher with a last name thatâs hard to pronounce
I have dyed my hair
Iâm listening to one song on repeat right now
I have punched someone in the past week
I know someone who has gone to jail
I have eaten a waffle today (i wish!)
I know what I want to do with my life
I speak at least 2 languages
I have made a new friend in the past year
Tagging @the-starry-eyed-princess, @verifiefangirl, @booksandmorefreely and really anyone else that would like to do it! :)Â
I've heard good things about The Witcher! I think it's next on my list.
I really like it so far! Granted Iâve only read (listened to) one and like a quarter of the short story collections, I havenât hit the novels yet, but it still has hooks in me.Â