#ao3 elriel

[lunaatthezoo]

The Light Between Sin & Salvation: Chapter 2

🎶 Good morning, good morning, you slept the whole night through. Good morning, good morning, new chapter for u! 🎶

Chapter 2: Pizza and Beer

Summary: Az and Elain strike up a friendship. They learn surprising facts about each other. Az becomes significantly more deranged about protecting Elain. We have a CLASSIC "Who did this to you?" moment (honestly my fave trope I don't care how played out it is). Preview below!

Azriel lounged in his car for a couple hours, listening to his book and surveying the surroundings. He had parked further down the block so he could watch Elain’s building from a distance, both to maintain her privacy and to avoid any potential enemies learning where her building was. 

He checked his phone every few minutes but received hardly anything. One message from Rhys saying Nesta had finally agreed. One message from Cass with a crying emoji. Azriel responded to each with noncommittal remarks. 

He checked Elain’s window through binoculars every few minutes as well. Thank god for tinted windows or someone for sure would have called the cops on him. 

Her curtains were open and he could make out an apartment filled with pastel colors and hanging plants. It made him smile. It probably smelled so fucking good in there. He imagined the scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafting through the small space. 

At one point he glimpsed Elain doing dishes. Her sink must be right under the window. He watched her methodically wash and rinse. She bounced a little and looked like she might be singing along to music. 

Fuck. She was so mesmerizing to watch. 

When evening was beginning to fall, Elain stepped out of the front door of her apartment and Azriel straightened. She walked the opposite direction down the street, so Azriel slid out of his car and followed on silent feet. He patted both his holsters under his jacket to make sure he was locked and loaded. 

He followed half a block behind Elain for about fifteen minutes. Thank fuck she was wearing a puffy winter coat so he wasn't forced to watch a swishing ass as she walked. He was certain he wouldn't be able to handle that. 

The god damn effect this woman already had on him. 

She finally entered a cozy-looking coffee shop on a bustling little corner. Azriel debated waiting outside but it was fucking cold and the warmth inside beckoned him, so he slipped through the door after a minute or two. 

She had told him to “pop up” every once in a while. 

Az ducked into the shop, a little bell jingling above him as he did. He instantly spotted Elain at the counter ordering and he hung back in the front corner of the shop, waiting. Elain then walked to the other end of the counter to wait for her drink. She started shifting nervously on her feet. She didn’t have quite the same light air to her as she had earlier in the day. It looked like something was weighing her down. 

Continue reading on AO3!

[moonfalles]

Devotion

On Valentine’s Day, Elain spends it missing Azriel, who is away on a dangerous mission. Despite his absence, she realises that no matter the distance or time apart, Azriel will always find a way to make her feel his love.

Read here.

[majimbov]

“I rarely dream,” he said, his voice rough with lost sleep, “most nights are dark.”

Elain nodded politely, bashful at her own confession.

“But when I do, your hair is unbound.”

GIRRRRRLLLLL

Here on my second reread of WBITDG and dying all over again 👌🏻🥹 @bloomingdarkgarden ilysm 🫶🏻

[shardminds]

why don't we just pretend

pairing: elain/azriel rating: e (for elain, i would die for you) wc: 3000ish primary tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, cunnilingus, desk sex, toxic situationship

“Are you afraid to be caught?” He asks, falling into rank behind her as if he could ever deny himself the closeness it allows, toes of his boots almost catching her heels with each step. She tugs him right, then left, away from the revelry below. They might be missed. They might not. “Aren’t you?”

read on ao3 ♠

“We have to be quick.” She rushes past, all chiffon skirts and rose petal sweet, too pent up to pretend at caution as her slender fingers snatch up Azriel’s wrist. The scars never bothered her and for that he will always be grateful. This brief attempt at normalcy between library shelves and shrouded alcoves is a reprieve he only ever dreamed of. “Shield us?”

“Are you afraid to be caught?” He asks, falling into rank behind her as if he could ever deny himself the closeness it allows, toes of his boots almost catching her heels with each step. She tugs him right, then left, away from the revelry below. They might be missed. They might not.

“Aren’t you?”

That hurts a little.

They had rules to their meets: No bedrooms, no balconies, quiet at whatever cost, no marks, no gifts. And yet, despite the conditions, he takes it gladly. Although some he wishes desperately she will reconsider. To see her neck bruised from the force of his teeth, her hips blessed with purple kisses from each of his fingers, her rear pink and ripe with his handprint—

Azriel had already reserved himself to the fact that this is all he will ever get from her. On her terms, on her time.

The unexpected arrival of a certain red headed envoy had not escaped his notice when she lead him away from the crowd.

It’s always in the dark. Not the darkness of night, glittering beneath a blanket of stars, reflected in the crystal sweat sheen of her skin. Oh, to see her laid out beneath the moonlight, bare to the world and most of all him, to hear her pleasure lost to the wind’s howl. His dedication to her body played in the melodies of her throat. No, even that would be too visible. Instead this, the darkness of shadow, of the between places. Of nothing.

Was it fear? Disgust? Shame?

When they cross the threshold of the far study—once reserved for guests and courtiers, now dust heavy—Elain doesn’t waste a second. Her fingers grasp the scalloped hem of her skirt, hiking it up her thighs, to her waist, as she perches on the desk. The milkwhite flesh of her thighs is so much brighter than that of her arms, her chest, the places that so frequently end up bronzed from the sun’s kisses even this far north. Surely one day he’ll tire of the sight. Of her bare, without all the finery. But not here. Not today. And yes, maybe he’s just stupid enough sometimes to think she means it all for him. Sometimes. “Hurry up.”

In public, between friends and his closest family, to even be caught glancing was a trespass not worth the punishment, not worth the interrogation, not worth Rhysand’s wrath. Or worse. His pity.

But here, here she opens for him like lily bloom, proud and unashamed, in the privacy of his shadows. She glows so bright, the wisps of dark dare not wind around her as he steps to the gap between her legs. They dare not touch her. She’s a flame too stubborn to be smothered by the dark and mother knows he tries his damnedest to pull forth that veil between, and slip them both inside. It resists, pleading, begging but he’s used to this. He’s used to the fight each time she asks, each time she slides a finger between her legs and places it in his mouth.

How do you fight shadows? With immense difficulty. For her, though? He would do it. A thousand times, he would do it.

read the rest on ao3 ♠

[violetasteracademic]

Vi are you back!? We've missed you so much! Thank you for blessing us with Elriel smut, queen!

Hi lovely anon! Well ... as far as Elriel smut, I never left, my dear! I've put out some of my proudest work on AO3 since stepping away from Tumblr (honestly, my most recent ACOTF chapter might be my favorite thing I have ever written and I have been living my best life with Velaris Memorial Hospital. And I've finally made my foray into one shots!) I've been posting very consistently and am very excited to see where I land for my 1 year AO3/baby's first fandom anniversary at the end of the month!

Am I back on Tumblr?? Sadly, until the ACOTAR fandom is a little more disco and a little less discourse, it's really not my style. I understand there was quite a mass exodus this month from the latest drama, but my personal exodus was a long time ago on an average day because even the basic daily dramas are just not something I enjoy partaking in and witnessing. And artists, writers, creators, and theorists have been quietly leaving this fandom because of the state of it for years.

I respect that the ACOTAR fandom, especially if you are very invested in the next book, is very locked into the shipwar. And if not the shipwar, it's all these little pro IC versus anti IC factions, or bat boys versus Vanserra's, or sisters versus sisters factions, and they are *all* very vicious and unkind to each other. Even without something extremely major happening, most days my feed was filled with trolls being given attention, rude memes about the other side, screenshots of people throwing around insults, finger pointing, ect. I don't think that energy is going to shift any time soon, and everyone has gotta do what they gotta do. But it's not the most inspirational or enjoyable place to feed creativity, and since I've expanded my fandom experience to much more creatively active ones like BG3 and Arcane, I've learned it doesn't actually have to be this way. This is just the way the ACOTAR fandom is. For better or for worse, I'm not sure it will ever change, because it's what a lot of people are looking for and they are gaining whatever it is they need from the environment.

That being said, Azriel and Elain are my blorbos. I wouldn't change a thing about that. I'll probably be writing about my little loves fucking and falling in love a million different ways for years to come, and have been having even more Feysand and Nessian ideas lately! So I'll keep carving out the space that is safe and enjoyable for me while trying to quiet the rest of the noise.

I do think I'll stop by whenever I have a new work that needs a cute lil banner, an announcement, and update to the master list 🥹 especially because a lot of people seem to enjoy getting their fic news on Tumblr! But I've gotta rock the post and ghost for my wellbeing.

I know this is disappointing to some. Especially those of you who have sent me anons expressing your sadness with the state of the fandom, and how exhausting it is. I see you and am hugging you. It's a bummer to come to this space looking for a safe space to connect and find your people and feel like you don't fit in! Honestly, the main reason I'm even responding is because of that. I hope you feel a little less alone. Many, many creatives in the ACOTAR space don't last. I am merely but one of them. And I think I can safely say it's never only one thing that causes people to step away, there's only the straw that breaks the camels back.

Anywho, hope this wasn't too preachy. Im not trying to change anyone's minds or tell them how to behave. I just got a few anons like this and figured it wouldn't hurt to clarify where I'm at with the ACOTAR fandom and hopefully reach anyone who has been feeling similar or alone!

I'm literally just a girl trying to survive an uncontrolled descent into fascism and live in an increasingly unlivable world. But making my favorite characters smash in the garden brings me joy, as I hope it will continue to bring all of you on the hard days!

[chiyodori]

(Luckily, this has already been found 😆)

I NEED HELP FINDING A FANFICTION!!

The fanfiction I'm looking for is on Ao3, not anywhere else that I know of. It was Elriel (Elain/Azriel) and was based on book 2: A Court Of Mist and Fury.

What I remember from the fanfiction was Azriel crashing into a rose bushes and young, human Elain finds him. He was trying to escape humans? Knights? chasing him. Child Elain hid him in the shed and her mom picked her up to comfort her just as the people trying to capture Azriel approached. She lied about a big bird or bat crashing in their garden before flying away to a different direction.

By the way, that was when they first met. When Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, and Feyre came, Elain and Azriel immediately recognized eachother.

If anyone knows where this fanfiction is, please reply. I have been searching for it for months! 😭

[duskandcobalt]

Stargirl: Part Two

After a month of waiting, Azriel and Elain find themselves back in the kitchen to bring Elain's sexy vision from stargirl to life.

Ya'll know that SZA lyric "now I'm ovulating and I need rough sex" ?? This is that :)

You can read this as a standalone but if you did miss the first part, it's linked above xx

Read on AO3

4.6k words - explicit, 18+ pls

...

One month since she’d had that vision and Elain could still hardly look Azriel in the eye. In fact, she had taken to doing absolutely everything in her power to avoid him because even being in the same room as him for any longer than a couple minutes made her heart race in a way that she was sure would lead to her untimely death, immortal fae body or not.

She’d managed to suppress the memory of that morning, had pushed it just far back enough in her mind to allow her to carry out her day to day activities without remembering how he’d felt inside her. It had worked for a while but for the past few days, that stupid vision was all she could think about.

His scent was everywhere in this house, lingering in every nook and cranny - somehow clinging to her to the point where she could smell his rich cedar scent even as she lay in her own bed each night, trying to ignore the ever growing ache between her thighs. Much like she was doing right now.

 It was a different kind of torture - knowing exactly what it feels like to have sex with someone without actually having sex with them.

Elain drags her hands over her face in an attempt to regulate whatever the hell was happening to her mind and body. She thought hard, counted the days carefully… she was due for her cycle soon - had been preparing tonics with the twins to help ease the unbearable pain. She hadn’t noticed the first time she’d experienced her cycle in this body… maybe because she’d been in such a state following everything that had happened after the war that any shred of desire had been buried under the dark cloud that had seemed to follow her. But now that the cloud had lifted and she had clarity on her powers, Elain wondered if that primal need to be touched which she’d felt as a human on the days leading up to her monthly cycle hadn’t amplified in the same way as the pain. 

That had to be it. That had to be the explanation behind the intensity of the thoughts that had been plaguing her for the past three days. Thoughts so overwhelming that it was as if the floodgates had opened and all the images that she’d pushed back over the past few were hitting her at full force, all at the same time. She couldn’t concentrate on anything, had been pacing around the house like a mad woman - channelling her rampant energy into cleaning every surface in sight as if it would somehow simultaneously erase the memory of all the filthy things Azriel had said to her in her vision.

She needed a distraction immediately, needed to keep her body and mind busy.

… 

Azriel watched from the doorway of the kitchen, slightly amused and somewhat concerned, as Elain furiously scrubbed a rag over what looked to be an already spotless surface. He’d heard her storm down the stairs a little while ago. Her footsteps, usually near silent, had been so loud that they’d been audible even from the floor above hers. 

He couldn’t help himself when he rolled out of bed shortly after her, not even bothering to put a shirt on before silently making his way downstairs. He wouldn’t let his shadows take this task, needed to see for himself that she was okay. 

Elain’s hair fell in soft waves down her back, shielding the smooth expanse of bare skin left uncovered from the way her nightgown scooped low in the back. The cotton slip fell to just below her knees, the white fabric glowed golden from the light of the few candles that were scattered around the kitchen. The outline of her body was just visible through the thin material.

Azriel wasn’t stupid… didn’t need his shadows to know that she’d been avoiding him ever since that morning last month. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, wouldn’t stay in the same room as him for any longer than absolutely necessary. The one time his fingers accidentally brushed hers when he passed her a dish at dinner just two nights ago, she’d blushed so profusely and fled the dining room almost immediately, claiming that she’d forgotten something in the kitchen only to come back empty handed a few minutes later.

 He might've found her behaviour funny if he didn’t miss her so damn much. 

Things had changed after that day, after those thirty seconds. He hadn’t realised how the quiet moments they shared had functioned much like his siphons - tempering the tension between them into something manageable. Without the outlet of their conversations, the tension had become unbearable. But even if missed her, he didn’t blame her. It wasn’t like he’d been able to get that moment out of his mind either.

She’d been making cinnamon rolls for him, explaining why she preferred to grind the spice herself when her eyes had glazed over and she’d stopped speaking mid sentence. Azriel’s entire body had tensed, dread flooding him as he prepared for the worst. He’d witnessed her have a few visions before and they’d always been dark, always alluded to something foreboding. Each time, the way she’d go completely still and her breathing would halt, made his own heart stall until the haze lifted and she returned to herself.

This time had been different. 

Elain’s breath had still hitched, her hands went slack and the rolling pin she’d been holding fell to the floor. She had gripped the counter with such force as if she was doing her best to keep herself upright. Then her chest began moving, the rise and fall of her breasts rapidly picking up pace as her eyebrows pulled together.

He was just about to get up and try to get her out of this vision and back to him when her scent hit him, that familiar honey and jasmine, but amplified - something even sweeter. He knew it was the scent of her arousal, had known it immediately but it was further confirmed when her lips parted into a pretty ‘O’ and a soft sound escaped them. His own body had reacted on its own accord to the noises coming out of her mouth only to be rendered absolutely useless seconds later when he heard his name and every inch of him froze in shock. 

“Azriel,” she had breathed, quiet but clear. There was no mistaking it. No pretending that she had said anything else.

The knowledge that she was having a vision about sex was one thing, but knowing that she was seeing him threatened to bring him to his knees. 

Even after she’d come back into her body, after he’d asked her if she was okay, even after Cassian had come down and Elain had fled upstairs -  all he could think of was how much he wanted to hear her make those noises again, how much he wanted to make her say his name like that. For a whole month now, all he thought of when he closed his eyes at night was Elain’s mouth - the colour of her lips. He wondered if he got her out of her dress, if her nipples would match the pink of her lips. If he spread her open, how would the colour of her sex compare?

… 

“Do you see dirt that others can’t with those powers of yours?” Elain jumps at the low voice, her hand landing against her chest in an attempt to calm her heart as she turns to face him. 

She hadn’t realised anyone else was in the house tonight. Feyre and Rhys were away at the cabin, Nesta and Cassian at the House of Wind. She thought Azriel was in the Hewn City for the night but he must’ve come back earlier in the evening without her realising. 

Her stomach tightens, her thighs involuntarily pressing together at the sight of him. He’s shirtless, tan arms crossed in front of his absurdly broad chest as he leans against the doorway to the kitchen. Those godforsaken sleep pants sit low as ever on his hips and Elain tries very, very hard to look away from the outline of what’s underneath them.

“What?” It’s all she can say, the word leaving her lips in an embarrassing squeak as she finally drags her eyes back up to his face. She crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly extremely aware of how thin her nightgown is when she realises where his eyes linger as they sweep over her.

“You’ve been cleaning more than usual.” He answers. “Even things that are already clean… like that countertop.” His chin juts towards the surface she’d just wiped down for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

“There was a… crumb…” She says it like a question, like she doesn’t believe her own lie. 

“Are you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?” Azriel straightens, his arms falling to his side as he leaves the threshold and walks towards her, stopping just a few feet from where she’s standing. 

Elain draws in a long breath as she tries to make peace with the fact that he clearly isn’t skirting around the topic any longer.

“I don’t… I haven’t been…” 

“You said my name.” He interrupts her fumbling words. “You said my name and then you haven’t been able to look me in the eyes since.”

There it was - the answer to the question that had been haunting her all these weeks. 

She’d said his name. Out loud. 

She’d said his name out loud and he had heard her. Azriel knew that the vision had been about him and she could just about die from embarrassment.

“Tell me what you saw, Elain.” He takes another step forward and her breath catches in her chest. 

The sound of her name from his lips sends a ripple of anticipation through her along with a renewed wave of arousal that she feels high on her thighs. By the slightest flare of his nostrils, she knows he can scent it on her, too. 

“I can’t.” She shakes her head, looks away from his face and looks at his bare chest instead - studies the tattoos there. Another mistake. All she wants is to know what it would feel like to run her fingers over those tattooed muscles.

“You can.” Azriel’s directly in front of her now and the scent of him has her head spinning. It’s all too much to handle and perhaps it’s her hormones but the mortification of him knowing that she’d had a vision about him gives way to pure arousal with the proximity of his body to hers.

“Will you at least tell me if you liked what you saw?” He asks when she still doesn’t say anything. He’s standing so close to her and she’s so dizzy with need that part of her wonders if this is another one of the dreams that have been haunting her nights recently.

Elain nods slowly. Azriel hums, his eyes flicker with something she can’t quite place. He’s silent for a moment, his thumb tracing his full bottom lip. She wants to run her own thumb along it.

“Do you think about it at night? When you’re alone?” His question sends a shiver down her spine. 

She nods again, bites down on her own lip to stop the whimper that threatens to escape her.

“Do you touch yourself when you think about it?” 

“Yes.” Elain breathes - admits to him with that singular word that she often spends her nights in bed with a hand between her thighs, desperately trying to find relief from the ache that plagues her by imagining his fingers in place of her own.

“Show me.”  She gasps as Azriel’s hands land on her waist, fingers pressing into her as he lifts her easily onto the countertop before stepping back. The cold granite is a welcome relief against the burn of her flushed skin. “Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.” 

Elain can’t believe this is happening. That her vision may actually be coming to fruition. She cannot reconcile in her mind that she’s perched on the kitchen countertop in her sister’s home, her nightgown hitched up around her thighs and Azriel - Azriel! - has just asked her to pleasure herself in front of him. Most of all, she can’t believe that she doesn’t even really hesitate before she slides the white cotton of her dress further up her thighs.

Her desire overrides the thought at the back of her mind that tells her maybe she shouldn’t be doing this. That she has a mate and even if it means nothing to her, that she should figure out that situation before doing whatever this is. But Elain thinks that maybe… maybe if she just does this once, if she allows herself this one moment, this one night, to get it out of her system then she can sort it all out with a clear head afterwards. That maybe if they do this just once, make her vision a reality, they can go back to how easy it was between them before.

She opens her legs just enough to allow her hand to fit in between them and traces a trembling finger over herself. Her cheeks burn when she feels how wet she is and that warmth consumes her entire body when she risks looking at Azriel and sees the hunger written clearly across every inch of him. Those blessed pants of his doing very little to conceal the physical proof of his arousal.

Elain swallows back any lingering shyness and circles the nerves at the apex of her sex twice before she slides two fingers inside herself. She watches as his hazel eyes flit between her face and the hand between her thighs, as if he can’t decide which bit of her to focus on. Her eyes close as she pumps her fingers, savouring the sound of Azriel’s quiet moan at the show she’s putting on for him. 

She drags her arousal up and over her clit, increasing the pressure of her fingers to match the pressure low in her stomach when she feels large hands settle gently above her knees. The callouses and scars are gloriously rough against her supple skin as he moves higher up her legs, one hand sliding in between them. His fingers brush hers - silently asking for permission. Elain removes her hand and spreads her legs wider, offering herself to him.

His eyes catch hers just as he slips one finger inside her. She draws in a sharp breath at the feeling of that singular finger of his stretching her more than two of her own. 

“I’ve thought about this for so long.” His lips brush her throat. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

She wants to tell him that she feels the same, that she’s wanted him long before she’d had that vision, but Azriel adds another finger and his thumb presses against her clit and she’s lost for words. His other hand pushes her dress up around her waist before moving down to wrap around one of her calves, bending her leg up so her foot is on the counter. He does the same to the other leg and Elain leans back on her elbows to compensate for the new angle. 

She’s unable to look away as he stands, eyes raking over her as he nudges her knees wider before bending down. His hands are back on her, one spreading her open while two fingers of the other sink back inside her and curl upwards. Their moans combine, echoing through the quiet kitchen when he lowers his mouth and gets a taste of her for the first time, his tongue runs flat up her centre before his lips wrap around her clit.

It only takes a couple minutes under the spell of his tongue before Elain is coming for him, her thighs threatening to close around his head. Azriel takes it all in stride, doesn’t let up until her legs relax and her hands are in his hair pushing him away. 

“Is that what we were doing?” He teases, pressing a kiss to the curve of each hip as he looks up at her. “In your vision?”

“No.” She pants. His hands are running over her thighs, up under her dress. His fingers graze her stomach, trace along the underside of her breasts before his hands are over them, palming them gently. 

“Tell me, then.” He slips his hands around her back, lifts her until she’s sitting up and they’re chest to chest. His face is inches from hers, his eyes lock on hers - he won’t let her look away this time. 

“We…” Elain can’t resist the urge to touch him anymore. She reaches out a hand, traces the black ink on his shoulder and bites back a smile when she feels him tense. “You had me… over the counter.”

Azriel’s eyes darken as he takes in her words.

Elain eases herself down until her feet are on the floor, her nails dig into Azriel’s arm as she stands on shaking legs. She looks up at him, presses her lips to the centre of his chest while her hand travels down between their bodies. She pushes the soft fabric of his pants down, feels the weight of his cock against her stomach through her nightgown. 

Her fingers wrap around him, her small hand barely able to encircle him. She looks down, swallows at the sight of him hard and leaking in her palm. She drags her hand up the thick length of him and tries to figure out how he’ll even fit inside her. 

“You can take it.” He must’ve seen the apprehension in her eyes when they’d widened as she looked at him. “You know you can take it.”

His fingers land on her hips again, turning her so quickly that she doesn’t even register what’s happening until he presses on the small of her back and leans her forward until she’s bent over the counter. His back hovers over hers, his lips drag along her shoulder and up her neck until his teeth gently close around her earlobe. “Is this how you want it?”

“Please.” Elain turns her head to look at him over her shoulder and pushes back into him, desperate to finally have him in her.

“So eager.” Azriel grins against her skin, pulling her dress back up her legs until it’s bunched around her waist. His hands are on her ass, fingers kneading into her flesh. “Spread your legs a bit wider for me.”

Elain listens, spreads her legs and pulls herself up onto her tiptoes to compensate for their difference in height. Azriel guides himself along her sex, coats himself in her release, and settles the broad head of his cock at her entrance. 

“If it’s too much, tell me.” He eases in, just an inch - pausing when she curses at the way he stretches her. 

“More.” She tells him, resolute. He’s barely even inside her and it already feels so good, the slight pain of her body adjusting to him only adds to the pleasure. “I can take it.” 

Elain turns her head to the side, sees the reflection of them mirrored in the dark window. She has the fleeting thought that maybe they shouldn’t be doing this in the kitchen, in front of a window where anybody could see them. The thought disintegrates when she watches Azriel sink into her in one drawn out movement until his hips are flush against her backside. 

He groans, somehow pushing in just a little further until there’s no space between their bodies at all and then he starts moving - gives her long, teasing strokes that has her anxious for more. 

“Fuck, Elain.” Azriel’s fingers dig into her hips and she prays that the imprint of them lingers long after this encounter ends. She wants the proof that this happened to stay with her. “So wet, so fucking tight for me. How am I supposed to hold back when you feel like this?”

“Don’t.” She pleads, pushes back hard against him to prove her point. “Don’t hold back.”

His teeth graze her shoulder as his hands settle on the counter beside hers right as he thrusts in again, the momentum sends her surging forward, cold granite presses hard against her nipples. The strap of her nightgown falls off her shoulder as her hands slam against the smooth stone to keep her from collapsing completely.

“Like that?” The hint of arrogance in his tone tells her he already knows the answer. 

“More.” She grits out. 

The assurance with which she says it is all he needs before he complies, picking up his pace as he fucks her. His lips move against her ear, talking her through it.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To fuck you like this? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about the way your pretty little cunt would feel around my cock?”

Elain whimpers at his words. The language he uses causes her to clench around him.

“It’s even better than I imagined.” His pace is relentless. Elain’s nails scratch at the surface as she fights for leverage. 

She’s already close when she feels his hand land sharply on her ass, the sound of the slap coupled with the light sting forces a small scream out of her. 

“Again.” She demands, surprising even herself - she hadn’t expected that she’d like that so much.

“Greedy girl… you like it rough like this, do you?” His palm lands against her with a little more force. “Want me to fuck you so hard that you think of my cock with every step you take tomorrow?”

“Yes, yes! Harder, Azriel. Please!” Elain begs him.

“Fuck.” Azriel moans as his hand meets her ass again hard enough that her skin goes pink. “Say that again.” 

“Harder.” Elain repeats, waits for the impact.

“No.” Azriel delivers a particularly hard thrust as his hand makes contact with her ass for the fourth time. He rubs over the ghost of a mark that remains on her skin, soothing it before bringing his hand down again. “Say my name.”

“Azriel.” She breathes, attempting to catch her breath. 

“Louder, Elain.” The demand in his voice has her arching her back, trying to get him even deeper inside her.

“Azriel!” She moans, louder this time. His name from her lips sets him off, has him well and truly fucking her, hard and fast, just like she’s begging him to until she’s unable to do anything else except shout his name. “Fuck, fuck… Azriel!” 

“That’s it, Elain. Scream for me, I don’t care who hears.” She feels his tongue on her neck, marking her. “Let everyone know who’s fucking you like this, yeah? Let everyone know you’re mine. Tonight, you’re mine.” 

Sex had been fine for her previously, occasionally it had even been good, but this - in this new body, with him. There was nothing like it. It’s somehow better than her vision - every sensation that she had felt was nothing compared to what she was experiencing now. Everything had intensified. The sound of skin meeting skin was louder, the burn in her calves and core even greater. The weight of him on top of her was even heavier, felt even better.

The feeling is incomprehensible. The way he fills her, the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her sex. The pure pleasure that’s quickly building low in her stomach as he angles his hips up and brings a hand in between her thighs, circling her clit. The rasp of her voice, the way her screams echo through the kitchen - through the empty house - as she comes around him. It’s all so obscene, so perfectly right.

“Good girl. You’re so fucking good for me.” Azriel praises her, fingers still moving in soft circles against her until she relaxes around him, until her breath steadies.

Elain almost cries at the emptiness she feels when he abruptly pulls out of her, his hand lightly fisting her hair to pull her up and turn her around. Her nightgown is completely askew, her breasts half exposed to the cool night air. 

Azriel makes quick work of getting her on the floor, laying her on her back as he settles back in between her legs. She draws her knees up, wraps her legs around his waist, pulls him closer. He threads his fingers through hers as he brings their joined hands above her head. “I need to see your pretty face when you come for me this time.”

She wasn’t sure if she even could come again but she’s still so sensitive from her last orgasm that when he enters her again and hits that spot inside her at the same time his pelvis makes contact with her clit, her body goes taut. This release hits her even harder than the second and she cries out his name. It’s so overwhelming that actual tears form in the corner of her eyes. Azriel’s hands clutch hers tighter, pinning her down as his own rhythm starts to falter.

“I’m right there with you.” His voice is strained. “Gonna come so deep inside you. Would you like that, Elain? Want me to come in you?” 

“Yes.” Elain replies without an ounce of hesitation, her eyes burning into his. “Make me yours.”

She doesn’t take her eyes off him as he finishes, as his hips slam tight against hers. She studies the beautiful planes of his face, the way his lips form her name - commits to memory the way he moans it as he comes. He’s buried so deep inside her that she can feel the way his cock twitches as he fills her. He gives her so much of himself that she feels it drip down her thighs even before he pulls out of her.

Azriel presses a kiss to her cheek, carefully untwining his hands from hers as he sits back on his heels and kneels in between her legs. Elain raises up onto her elbows to watch as he brings two fingers between thighs. She lets out a quiet cry at the feeling of his fingers gliding over her overstimulated sex, collecting their combined arousal. 

When he brings his fingers up to her mouth, she opens for him. Wraps her lips around them and sucks. Their eyes are still locked as she licks his fingers clean.

“So beautiful.” Azriel whispers, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth. He cups the side of her neck with that same hand and lowers his lips to hers for the first time.

It should’ve been the last time, too. 

One night. One time. That’s what she’d told herself just a little while ago. It was stupid, really, to think that was even a possibility.

“Elain?” Azriel’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts and back to reality, as it alway seemed to do..

“Hm?” She hums, their faces are barely an inch apart. He pulls her up and into his lap, holds her close to him. Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms drape around his shoulders. 

“What’s your preferred cleaning solution because I think the counter might be in need of a clean.” 

Elain can’t help but laugh at the small smirk on his face. She’s amused but also relieved, so thankful that he’s back to interrogating her. So grateful that they can resume these easy moments and their shared laughter. 

“I’m partial to vinegar…” She bites her lip, her eyes flickering down to his lips. “But I don’t think it’s clean up time just yet.” 

“No?” Azriel’s unable to hold back his smile. 

“No.” Elain shakes her head, slotting her mouth over his for their second kiss. 

Once was never going to be enough. 

[slytherhys]

Too Sweet (for me) - Part I

A/N: everybody say thank you Hozier for releasing this song and for making me wanna write smut inspired by it. (this is a 2 parts oneshot and chapter II will be posted tomorrow! Enjoy :)

TW: explicit language; explicit sexual content

Part II

Word Count: 906 words | You can also find this story on AO3!

Red, fae lights flashed through the dimmed hall of the pleasure hall, each spark of light revealing bodies moving, dancing, grinding to the obnoxiously loud music as patrons lost themselves in each other’s unfamiliar touch. Azriel wasn’t sure if he was amused or appalled as he watched them from where he leaned against the bar, taking a sip from his whiskey glass. He settled on relieved that not a single familiar face looked back.

If the people around him were curious about why the court’s Spymaster was among them, they didn’t let it show. Other than the pretty fae looking his way with a coy smile every now and then, no one else seemed all that interested in his presence – which served him just right. He wasn’t particularly interested in making conversation. In fact, the very purpose of being here was to be able to forget about himself – about who he was, what and who he wanted – for just a single fucking moment.

He wasn’t sure he was being all that successful.

He signalled the barman for another glass, wondering if maybe the key to forgetting it all was to simply do as they all did – to get so shitfaced that the touch of a stranger wouldn’t repulse him, that his worries and doubts would disappear, drowned in a dangerous amount of alcohol that not even his Illyrian body would be able to burn through fast enough. Rhysand had seemed to think so.

Azriel wasn’t as convinced.

Not when, even three glasses of whiskey in, he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her. A kaleidoscope of memories haunted him each time he blinked, painting those empty, craving moments with images of her parted pink lips, her breath, warm and wet against his skin, her hooded brown eyes. How they fluttered shut when his scarred hand wrapped around her throat. A gentle yes so sweet, it had nearly sent him to his knees.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? She was entirely too fucking sweet for him. A lightness that he knew wasn’t for him, no matter how much he craved it. No matter how much he craved her. And, Mother, did he crave her.

But he couldn’t have her. That much, had been made pretty clear.

So Azriel gulped down his drink, wincing as it burned a path down his throat. He willed it to numb him, even if he knew how unlikely it was that he’d be able to burn her memory away from his brain. But that was why was here – to stop him from wanting what he couldn’t have. Or at least to forget about it. At least for the night, he could replace her satin skin for someone else’s, and maybe the rough touch of a stranger would wash away the memory of her soft hands and all the times they had held on to him. Maybe a night spent fucking someone new would make him forget about all the fucked-up, twisted fantasies of her tied to his bed and how they had brought him release.  

He eyed the pretty fae looking his way, eyed the dancefloor with its pumping heartbeat, an incitation promising all sorts of wicked things – and let himself go.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long it took him. Didn’t particularly care about anything but the wind on his face, the cold biting into his skin, sobering him up as he flew. He clenched his hands as he landed on a familiar garden, willing his heartbeat to slow the fuck down as he blinked away the darkness that suddenly seemed to surround him. He didn’t need to look around to know where he was – he knew exactly where he was. Knew the pansies and the violets and the gardenias that peppered up the front lawn just as he knew that there wasn’t a world where he could avoid her a second longer.

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. He had no business being here, absolutely no business wanting her to open the front door, preferably dressed in her pink satin robe, cheeks rosy and a soft smile on her lips. He had no right to smile at the thought of her welcoming him into her home, into her bed, into her body. He had no right to listen to her sweet moans, to feel her panting against his naked skin as he slid into her–

“Are you coming in?” A sweet voice interrupted him, indecent thoughts coming to a halt. Azriel whirled around, taking in the sight in front of him. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched her watch him back. Leaning against the door, hair tousled and falling down her back, Elain Archeron was a fucking vision. Her cheeks were rosy, her arms crossed over her chest. Under her open, pink satin robe he could see a glimpse of lace that had him swallowing down every obscene thought going through his mind. Elain tilted her head, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking about and wasn't particularly impressed. For a second, he wondered if she would take back her question and send him back to his apartment, but without waiting for a reply, she turned around and went back inside, leaving the front door wide open. An invitation if there ever was one.

He knew, without a doubt, he had no fucking right to follow her inside.

And yet, he did.

[viridianevergarden]

I sincerely hope we will get flash backs into the moments of elriel that were mentioned by the others through Elain or Az’s eyes. I’m sure we will but…

I need to know what they were talking about, if they bantered and joked.

I need to know what they talked about until 3 in the morning aside from those gardening plans.

I need to know about those subtle brushes of fingers and more about those glances.

I need to know just how many times they may have met or stumbled upon one another outside of the prying eyes of the inner circle.

I need to know if Azriel selflessly and instinctually offered to help her even more than we’ve seen. Wordlessly, even.

They understand each other through their eyes alone. I want to see more of that.

They have so much potential to have the cutest, softest, and most precious love out of the 3:3 to me. Friends to lovers is a new approach in acotar.

Feysand has that unwavering, everlasting love.

Nessian has that powerful, passionate love.

Elriel has that quiet, precious love.

[sjmgirlie]

Hello friends ❤️

So I did a thing (and was accepted by ao3) and started my first ever fan fic. And, as you may already guess, it’s an Elriel story.

A Court of Blooming Sight 🌹❤️🗡️🥀🦇

I’ve always wanted to be a writer since I was young, but well, I was never actually a good writer lol. And therefore, I became an accountant.

But this story is something that has been turning in my mind since I really stepped foot in this fandom. I’ve had the pleasure of talking with so many amazing people that I just felt inspired by all of your theories and words about a couple that is truly special to me.

Luckily, since it took a while to be accepted, I’ve already completed 8 chapters. I promise to stay as consistent with updates as possible.

This story happens post ACOSF and HOFAS and is staying as close to cannon as possible. I’ll be flagging any theories I have used from any Eriel accounts as well!

Anyways, hopefully it doesn’t suck!

[lunaatthezoo]

The Light Between Sin & Salvation: Chapter 4

I'm feeling unhinged about this fic right now. HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER.

Chapter 4: Willpower

Summary: Az plays the piano for Elain. And then he makes some violent and unhinged decisions in the name of his crush. Elain uses her eyelashes to get Az to do yoga with her Az and tries not to die on the spot. Previewwww below <3

CW: Depictions of violence and blood; discussions of a parent's addiction and related abuse/neglect of children

“Will you play the piano for me?” 

Az slid his hand off Elain’s and swallowed. 

“Really?” He asked, and then he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don't usually…” 

But she was looking at him with such pleading in her huge coffee eyes, like this would truly help her. 

She blinked at him slowly. Fuck, she knew how to work those lashes. 

“Alright,” he finally acquiesced. 

She gave him a sweet little smile and they rose. 

The only people he had ever purposefully played in front of were Maria, when she was still alive, and his brothers, when they had bullied him to the point of abuse when Rhys had gifted him the piano. Otherwise he made a point to play when he knew he was alone in the house. 

But he was fairly certain he would give Elain literally anything she asked for when she looked at him like that. 

He felt clammy all of a sudden as they approached the family room. Playing the piano was second nature to him, as easy as breathing. But he felt nervous displaying this part of his soul in front of Elain. She remained silent, curling up on the sofa and hugging her knees in that pose he was starting to become all too familiar with. He was actually kind of impressed she could pull it off in her skirt and tights. 

He swallowed and sat down at the piano, stretching his fingers. 

He cleared his throat. 

Don’t be a fucking coward. It’s just a piano. Just touching some keys. 

And then a horrible, depraved little part of his brain said to him, maybe she’ll want to fuck you when she hears you play .

Az punched that part of his brain square in the jaw. If it had a jaw. God he was a fucking mess. 

He took a deep breath to clear his thoughts, feeling Elain’s eyes on him, and started playing. 

[moonfalles]

Only The Flowers Know

Chapter 4: Fellow Feeling

She always thought that she was the odd sister out, that something was wrong with her. But maybe some inherent part of her, buried deep down, was the Archeron woman and her feminine rage. Still every bit human, waiting to explode and cause collateral damage in her wake.

Read here.

[mirrorballpages]

They strike to kill, and you know I will

Azriel woke to the sharp, searing pain of his body refusing to cooperate. The air was still, heavy with the lingering scent of blood and healing salves. He blinked against the dim light, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of where he was. 

A room. Not the battlefield, not the house of wind. But he couldn’t place it. The townhome, maybe.

Pain shot through his side as he attempted to sit up, forcing him to collapse back onto the bed with a groan. His throat felt dry, his mind sluggish, but fragments of memory began clawing their way back.

Elain.

Nesta.

Were they still at the House of Wind? Were they safe?

Flashes of the battle—of her—surged forward. Elain’s wide, terror-stricken eyes, her small body wrenched from safety, dragged toward the Cauldron’s gaping maw. And he hadn’t been fast enough. Hadn’t been strong enough. 

The sound of Nesta’s screams, raw and unrelenting, as if she could shatter the world with her rage. The chaos had been deafening: Cassians screams, Morrigan’s grip unyielding as she hauled him back, blood soaking everything around him. His own blood, pooling on the ground as he failed—failed—to stop it.

Pain radiated outward from every fracture, every torn muscle, every wing shred. It was a familiar pain, but this time it felt different—heavier. Not just in his body, but in his mind, his chest, his very soul.

Failure.

It coiled in him, dark and suffocating. He should have torn apart every soldier, every monster between them. Shadows had been useless, slipping through fingers that were too slow, too weak. He was the Night Court’s Spymaster. A killer. A weapon honed over centuries. But what use was any of it if he couldn’t protect them when it mattered most?

A low, guttural noise escaped him—half groan, half growl—as he shifted, trying to force his body up. The pain flared white-hot, and he slumped back onto the mattress.

A soft voice broke through his haze. “Don’t try to move. I’ll get Madja.”

Azriel turned his head, each movement a labor, to find a woman hovering nearby. He didn’t recognize her. But beyond her, sprawled on a separate bed, was Cassian. His brother’s wings were outstretched, covered in bandages that glistened faintly with ointments. He lay on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow, his breathing deep but steady.

“Where is Rhys?” Azriel croaked, his voice rough, unused. His fists clenched in the sheets. The scars on his hands ached with the pressure, but it anchored him. He couldn't stay here. He couldn't lie in this bed while the people he loved were out there—while she was out there.

The woman moved closer, already halfway out the door. “I just notified him that you’re awake. He’ll be here shortly.”

Azriel’s gaze lingered on Cassian. “Is he—”

“He will heal,” she said quickly, her tone soothing but firm. “We’ve kept him asleep to help the process along. His injuries were... extensive. But Madja says he’ll recover fully.”

She began explaining Cassian’s wounds—but Azriel’s mind drifted, the words barely registering. Instead, it clawed back to the last time he had seen Elain, standing in that garden, her delicate hands brushing over the blooms with care. That soft, faraway look in her eyes, as if the wind whispered secrets only she could hear. She had been so... untouched by this world of war and blood. Before... all of this.

The image of her, terrified and drenched, being pulled from the Cauldron tore through him. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus on the present.

Mate.

The word reverberated in Azriel’s mind, a single syllable that cracked through him like a blade striking stone. Lucien had yelled it—declared it, even—as if the Cauldron’s cruel games had given him a right to it. To her.

Elain.

Azriel’s heart had stopped at the sound. Mate. No. It couldn’t be true. There was no way Elain—gentle, radiant Elain—could be bound to Lucien.

Not when he had felt the pull.

Azriel clenched his fists, his body thrumming with tension even now as the memory surged forward. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, there had been something—a thread, a whisper—tying him to her. Not just her beauty, though it was unparalleled. It was the way she moved, spoke, smiled. The quiet hum beneath his skin whenever she was near. The way his shadows would slink toward her, curling like smoke, choosing her. How his every instinct sharpened when she was in the room, the air shifting, as though the universe tilted on its axis in her presence. It was the way her very presence seemed to fill the spaces he hadn’t known were empty.

Lucien couldn’t feel that. Not the way he did.

And yet, the Cauldron had declared otherwise.

The anger that swelled in him wasn’t the calm, cold fury he wielded so well. This was different. This was rage. The thought of her, trembling and vulnerable, being claimed by a bond she didn’t understand—or want? It was enough to send his shadows writhing, his blood pounding in his ears.

He would figure out this mate bullshit later.

Right now, there were more immediate threats. His brother was injured, his High Lady in danger. And Elain...

Nothing else mattered. Not Lucien. Not the Cauldron’s declaration.

Nothing but her.

Read The Rest On AO3

[annaskareninas]

My ACOTAR Fanfiction Masterlist

(Link to my ao3 profile)

Elucien:

All Roads Lead To You = completed, 5 chapters, 31k words, rating E // Five years after the war with Hybern, the world is relatively peaceful, and Elain is relatively bored. When she decides to travel the Continent in search of her purpose, the last thing she expects is to run into her almost-mate Lucien Vanserra at a wine bar in Montesere -- and get very drunk and go swimming. Together. The next morning, she flees in shame -- but wherever she goes, Lucien just keeps on appearing. As if it's destiny.

Phoenix Rising = 140k words and 32 chapters, rating M // It has been twenty-five years since Elain was Made. Ten years since she lost the love of her life, Azriel, defeating Koschei. Eight years since Beron Vanserra claimed the Dread Crown and became High King of Prythian, forcing Elain and her friends to scatter to the four corners of the world. Lost in her grief, Elain works as a nurse in a war hospital in Rask -- until one day, she recognises a patient: Lucien Vanserra, the last free Heir. Charged with healing Lucien's mortal wounds, she finds herself drawn into an adventure -- of dragons, prophecies, allies and magic. But Lucien has secrets too, and as she grows closer to him, it is her heart that faces the biggest test.

Lonely Together = one-shot, 7k words, rating E // Always the odd one out, always the one without a partner -- Elain can't help the loneliness that plagues her immortal life. Until one Starfall, she decides to finally make a move on her mate, Lucien -- one one condition: that he's not gentle.

Feysand:

A Rake By Any Other Name = Regency AU one-shot, 7k words, rating E, the first in my Regency Romance one-shot series // Feyre gets more than she bargains for when she's caught at a political radical meeting by Rhysand, Viscount Velaris.

Nessian:

Burning Bright = Regency AU one-shot, 8k words, rating E, the second in my Regency Romance series // Dissatisfied with her life living off her brother-in-law's money, Nesta finds solace in Cassian, the groundskeeper, who thinks nothing of proper society -- and everything of pleasure.

Azris:

The Tender and Growing Night = Regency AU one-shot, 8k words, rating E, the third in my Regency Romance series // When Rhysand brings Azriel to a new gentlemen's club, he realises this is a place where he can truly be himself, for the first time ever. And the club's owner, Lord Eris Vanserra, has caught his eye...

May The Best Man Win = Killing Eve AU two shot, 17k words, rating E // MI6 agent Azriel Singer is haunted by the one killer he could never catch - Eris Vanserra, who happens to be nurturing an obsession for him.

Elriel:

I Dream About You = one-shot, 5k words, rating E // Azriel returns to the House of Wind to find Elain, alone; it's time for her to tell him what she really thinks.

Other:

In Spring, Becomes the Rose = Elain/Lucien/Tamlin, 82k words, 20 chapters, rating E // Elain volunteers to go to the Spring Court to help rebuild, with Lucien alongside her. She expects to hate Tamlin -- to hate them both, actually -- but the truth couldn't be further from it. As well as rebuilding a court and redecorating a house, Elain finds herself grappling with irresistible feelings for both males -- as well as strange new powers and magic she must learn to use before it's too late.

Two For The Show = Elain/Lucien/Azriel, 25k words, 5 chapters, rating E // Elain runs into two rich, attractive men at a bar. They both want her. And each other. Sex, dating and humour ensues!

This post will be regularly updated when I post more! Enjoy <3

[sagaapprentice]

Chapter Three is out!

I tried to rework this chapter so many times and I just got to a point where I realised I either had to put it out or it would never happen.

Also I might know too much about how cults operate. I should probably stop watching documentaries. Or maybe talk to my therapist about that.

Chapter Three: The Class

The building they held their “classes” in was nice. Not some basement room in a church that also held AA meetings, but their own building right next to where their 100 or so members lived with them. He could tell that there were a few other people here that looked like maybe it was their first time, too, but the majority of people in this room looked prepared, like they knew exactly what they were expecting.

About five minutes before it started, a nervous looking girl with long brown hair walked in and one of the other girls already seated squealed and got up and gave her a big hug.

”Oh my god you’re here! I’m so happy!” The brown-haired girl still looked a little unsure but her blonde friend quickly grabbed her arm and led her to a seat right next to her in a cluster of other people who had definitely already been indoctrinated.

It looks like Elain wasn’t the only person who had joined because of her friends.

Right on time, a woman with long dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail wearing a bright colored sundress glided into the room with a smile on her face.

“Hello to everyone, new and old!” She called cheerily. “My name is Sam and I’m leading this session today.”

The class was like every group therapy session Azriel had been forced into as a minor that he absolutely hated but with the added bonus of some weird “reconnecting with the Earth” messaging.

However, it seemed to be pretty effective.

Read the rest of the story on AO3

[violetasteracademic]

Chapter Four: Keep the Light Alive

Summary:

Azriel discovers a heart-wrenching secret about Elain and finds renewed focus on how to restore their connection.

Warnings: Light mentions of Azriel's childhood abuse, and difficult conversations amongst the IC.

Prieview:

Azriel was usually the logical one. The one who understood sacrifice, perhaps better than anyone. It ripped his heart into shreds to throw Mor to the wolves when Kier and his Darkbringer army were needed for the war. But there was no alternative. Azriel had known it would break her, but he also knew it would be temporary. They would get through it, because getting through it was the only option. There were more than a few lifetimes worth of healing fractures among them all.

Azriel had been more than willing to sacrifice his own body and mind for centuries, honing himself into nothing more than a weapon of torture and killing to keep his court safe. Even though each body, each drop of blood branded itself onto his soul.

He had given and given, and had never asked for anything in return. Not until a gentle seer who painted his world with golden sunlight and brilliant blooms lodged herself inside his heart.

So why did this bother him so much? Why couldn't he stand the thought of Elain having to spend one more second mated to a man she didn't want?

He ordered his swarming shadows to still. Burrowed deep into his mind. He tried to think calmly and clearly. For Elain, he tried to see the bigger picture.

He could not change what had already been done. He could not plea to the Cauldron to take away her pain, to erase the threats of her unwanted mating bond. He could not go back in time to stop any of this from happening. But for now, he could take her to the Continent, and try to restore the peace they had come to find in each other those months after she first turned.

Read the rest of chapter four on AO3 here.

Catch up by finding your chapter on the master list here.

Enjoy, and thank you for being such an incredible community to write for!