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Ch.2 Azrielito’s Favorites
Chapter 1
After the death of his father, Azriel is forced to go back to the one place he swore he’d never return to. But he finds himself quite literally face to face with his past, one that he had not let himself think of since he’d left.
Ch. 3
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As I set my bag on the counter in my kitchen, I called Rhys on speaker.
“How did it go?” he asked by way of greeting.
“Not too bad.”
“Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeah… I’m okay.”
“You sure you want to come back tomorrow?”
I sighed, looking at my kitchen sink. My perfectly working kitchen sink.
“Would you mind me working from home? At least until the holidays are over?”
“Going to celebrate Christmas? Mom is going to flip when she hears this.”
“No, asshole. Don’t you dare get her hopes up. But I’ll see her on New Year’s.”
Rhys sighed. “At least.”
“How’s Feyre?”
“She almost killed me this morning. I ate the last slice of pizza last night and she woke up looking for it.”
I chuckled. “Is there a sty in your eye?”
“Absolutely not! I ordered her two pies and I stood home today to make up for it.”
“Have you guys told mom yet?”
“Saving it for Christmas.”
“You’ll record it for me, right?”
Silence. I heard him tapping his fingers against something. Probably his desk. I had always spent Noche Buena with my mother and Christmas morning, I’d go back home to Rhysand’s parents. Once she died… I couldn’t handle it, so I stopped celebrating altogether. I knew our mother didn’t deserve it- but it hurt too much.
“Yeah, Az, I’ll record it. We’ll see you New Year’s, then?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, I gotta go. No one told me morning sickness actually happens any time of day.”
I winced. “Take care of her, Rhys.”
“Love you, Az.”
“Love you, too.”
I set my phone on the counter and walked to the door that led me to the garage. I grabbed my tool box and set it in the trunk of my SUV beside the tool box specifically for my car parked beside the truck. I put my backpack in the back seat and after texting Elain, I went into the closet for my overnight bag.
*
Illyria was eerily quiet in the morning. My mother had always loved the watch the sunrise, even in this stupid cold weather. I parked the SUV beside Elain’s car and grabbed my tool box and my laptop case. She was taking an order when I walked in and she almost dropped her notepad. Trying not to smile, I walked to the back, taking the same booth I had sat in just the day before. I set the laptop case and tool box on the floor, pushing them against the wall.
“What are you doing here?” Elain asked, whispering rather loudly.
“Ordering breakfast.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“I’m on vacation for the holidays, El.”
She stepped back, her eyes widened slightly.
“Your usual then?”
“Surprise me.”
That made her smile enough to show off that dimple in her cheek.
“Okay. I just finished the Mallorca. I’ll come back with some coffee, too.”
I waited till she disappeared behind the counter to get my laptop going. I answered emails while I waited. Feyre had sent an ultrasound picture and I felt a lump in my throat. ‘I miss you, pendejo’ was the subject line. That made me chuckle, at least. Feyre had learned every curse and insult in Spanish within weeks of dating Rhys.
Then there was the confirmation emails of everything I’d ordered last night. So far, everything looked to be in order. Once I saw Elain walking towards me, I closed out of the email, leaving my work screen up.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you, El,” I said as Elain set the mug down. The Mallorca looked… exactly how my mother made it.
“I thought you were on vacation?”
“Rhys and Cassian would lose their heads if they weren’t attached to their necks. Someone has to make sure things are running smoothly.”
Elain rolled her eyes.
“Well… It’ll get busy soon. I’ll leave the door unlocked so you can go upstairs and work there.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled and walked off. I had to force myself to look at the screen, not the notepad in her back pocket.
Of course, I didn’t work upstairs. At least not for Rhys. I started working on her bathroom sink. I unclogged the tub and put in a new shower head. I put a book under the one bad table leg in the meantime. I’d leave the chairs for last. I didn’t want anyone to hear me using a hammer. Her kitchen sink was a nightmare, but the parts would come in tomorrow. I couldn’t do much about her outlets, not without shutting the power off so I’d wait for the diner to close. I didn’t want to risk shutting the whole building down.
I was putting in a lightbulb in the kitchen when Elain walked in. I almost fell off the chair.
“What are you doing?”
“What my brothers failed to do.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“You didn’t have to.”
She made an aggravated sound and when I stepped down, she had her hands on her hips. I knew that face; defiant, proud.
“I can take care of that myself.”
“Yeah? When?”
“Hey, I don’t get free time to do things,” she said and I felt terrible then. “Besides, no one knows.”
“Cassian spends the night here.”
“Yes, to work. He eats downstairs.”
“Look… I get wanting to do things on your own… But I want to help. If you’re not gonna let me pay for my food, dejame hacer esto.”
She glared at me but then she sighed, her shoulders sagging.
“That’s not fair,” she said with a smile. “You know how much I love it when you do that.”
“I was counting on it.”
She laughed. “Just don’t tell my sisters, okay?”
“No one even knows I’m here.”
“And no more Spanish, you’re not sweet talking yourself out of anything else.”
“Is your car still unlocked?”
She groaned and walked out, making me laugh.
It was almost sundown when I finished with her car. It still needed a lot more work, but I had to wait. When I walked back in to the diner, she was wiping down the tables.
“Where’s Nuala?”
“I let her go home early. Dinner time during the holidays isn’t really busy. It’s usually breakfast and lunch that has me ready to throw in the towel.”
She laughed but it didn’t convince me.
“Do you take days off?”
“Not really… Christmas day and New Year’s yes. But that’s about it.”
“Want some help?” I asked. She smiled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.
“Honestly, I would love it if you helped.”
I put up chairs while she swept up the floor, Elain smiling whenever she caught me looking at her. That’s how it always had been with her, but only her-
I washed and dried the dishes while she mopped, smiling as I heard her sing along to the music still playing. When we finished, she shut the music off and shut the lights off, leading me upstairs.
“Remember that one time Feyre and I went to Mor’s just so Feyre could stay the weekend with Rhys?”
“Yes,” I said with a chuckle.
“I snuck upstairs to where you were sleeping with Cas and we stood up all night talking.”
“Or that time Amren threw that house party,” I said and she laughed as she stopped at her door.
“We snuck off to get away.”
“With a bottle of whiskey.”
She giggled as she unlocked it.
“So… where are you staying while you’re here?” she asked, kicking off her shoes once we were inside.
“I hadn’t gotten that far,” I said, feeling my face get warm as I locked the door.
“You can stay here.”
“Are you sure?”
She yawned, walking towards the bathroom.
“Yeah. It’s fine.”
“Thanks, El.”
She nodded and closed the door behind her. I heard the sound of clothes being shrugged off and when she turned the water on, she screamed. I wasn’t sure what she said, but I knew that she was happy about the new shower head.
Elain wore fuzzy pink pajama pants and a white tank and grey cardigan when she walked out of the bathroom. She cursed the wood floor until she found her bunny rabbit slippers.
“What do you want for dinner?” she asked as she checked her phone.
“I’m not all that hungry… You did kind of give me three different plates to try for lunch.”
“Are you sure you liked them?”
She came to sit beside me on the sofa.
“If it wouldn’t make me sick, I’d have eaten all three and asked for more.”
“You’re silly,” she said, playfully pushing me as she turned the tv on.
“What made you want to buy the diner?” I asked, relaxing a bit in my seat.
She shrugged. “I’m good at it.”
“Good at owning a diner?”
“Yes. Out of the three of us, I’m the only one who can cook. You used to copy off my math homework so I mean… that has to say something.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Please. You passed algebra because of me.”
I laughed, feeling my heart beat a little faster by the way she looked at me.
“Alright… You win.”
She sighed, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her toe nails were painted glittery pink.
“It was one of the few places that had any good memories to it,” she said softly. She was blushing. “I didn’t want to lose that.”
I couldn’t look away from her. Her blush only deepened.
“So, do you mind sleeping with music?” she asked, changing the subject. “I can’t sleep if it’s too quiet.”
“I don’t mind,” I replied, waking up from my daze.
“You sure you’re not hungry?”
“I’m fine, El… I promise.”
“Hey Az?”
“Hm?”
Elain opened her mouth to speak but then just shrugged.
“Thanks… for the shower. And the sink. I’m sure I’ll find other things to thank you for, knowing you.”
“It’s really nothing.”
*
“What the hell are you doing?”
I looked out the window to find Elain staring at me.
“Your new radio came in.”
“What? Az- What the hell?”
“Your heat and AC works now. Fuel gauge is in working order.”
“How?”
“I went to the shop and grabbed what I needed because the parts weren’t getting here fast enough due to bad weather. But the radio got here this morning.”
“You had it delivered.”
“It’s amazing what expedited shipping does.”
I stepped out of her car and locked it. She made a face which made me laugh.
“What?”
“You smell like car.”
“Damn, I wonder why.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Go shower. I made something special for lunch.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t.”
She still smiled when she walked away.
Showered and dressed in warmer clothes, I went down to sit at the counter where Elain set a plate of pastelillos and other frituras my mother used to make.
“You made this?”
“Yes. I remembered how much you liked them on Fridays after school.”
It took me a moment but… “I had practice, right?”
“Like most days. But Friday was also your mom’s day off. She made them every week without fail. Except that one time you had a stomach virus and-”
“Yep,” I said quickly, not wanting her to retell the details of that weekend. “I remember now.”
She laughed. “Do you want a malta? I’ve got some in the fridge and some in the pantry.”
“Cold would be great, El.”
With a smile, Elain disappeared into the kitchen. When she came back, she used the end of her shirt to twist the cap open. She shook her hand after.
“Hey, so, I have to go food shopping after work. Do you want to come with?”
“Sure,” I said as best I could with a mouth full of food.
“How is it?”
I smirked, taking a sip of my drink.
“If I didn’t know your parents were snotty rich white people, I’d think you were as jibara as I am.”
She laughed. “Your mom showed me how.”
“When?”
Elain looked away, her cheeks turning pink.
“When you moved away.”
“Oh.”
“It was fun. I almost burned the kitchen once.”
“You went to my father’s house?”
She shook her head. “Your mom would come over to my place or we’d meet here.”
“I didn’t know that.”
I felt horrible.
“Yes, well, Azriel,” she said, now looking at me with a sly grin. “You’re not the only one who keeps things to himself.”
“I do not.”
She smirked.
“I’ve seen you maybe a handful of times since you moved away and then… Well, you fell off the face of the earth. If it hadn’t been because Feyre posted that picture of you and Cassian passed out on her sofa last summer, I would’ve thought you completely lost.”
“She did what?”
Elain cackled.
“Enjoy your lunch Mister-I-Don’t-Use-Social-Media.”
Feyre sent me the picture after I texted her about it. When I asked if she’d done this before, I told her not to answer when I saw how long it was taking her to respond.
*
Elain bought so much food it took me two trips to carry it all up to the apartment while she put it away.
“Plan on feeding an army of Illyrian assholes?” I asked when I locked the door; now with a chain, a dead bolt and the lock on the door itself.
“No, stupid. Noche Buena. Christmas morning breakfast. And don’t forget New Year’s and Dia de Reyes.” Her Spanish was… perfect.
“You celebrate Reyes?”
Still. She still celebrated it even after I left. I’d told her about it and for a few years, Elain would leave a shoe box full of random little gifts at my house. That wasn’t how it worked, but it was probably the sweetest thing to look forward to every January.
“Well… I spend it alone so I’ll get Nuala something. Or Lucien and Vassa. But they usually go visit his family. And with her pregnant, Helion is coming here. To town. Not here, as in my apartment.”
“Where am I putting this?” I asked, holding the enormous pig shoulder in its bag.
“Put it in the fridge for now. I have to season it. Which reminds me,” she said as she got up from where she’d been sitting on the floor putting the bags of rice and flour in the bottom cabinet. “I have to make sofrito tonight. Want to help?”
“Of course.”
“Good. You’re the only person who can tell me if I’m making it right.”
Sure enough, Elain handed me a little notebook and it felt like I’d been hit in the gut. Every recipe, every little note, even grocery lists- all in my mother’s hand writing. There were some high lighted and in bold letters listed as ‘AZRIELITO’S FAVORITES’.
“I’m sorry,” Elain whispered, gently prying the book from my hands. When she held my hands in hers, I realized there were tears in my eyes. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s okay. Just caught me off guard.”
“Still.”
Elain was the only person beside my mother who could touch the scars on my hands and not leave me feeling sick. I didn’t recoil. Rhys made sure my job involved as little human interaction as possible… I could shake hands. I’d gotten into fist fights more than I’d ever want Elain to know. But the way Elain brushed her thumbs over my skin, the way she looked at me- no one else did this. I trusted no one else.
“You can keep it,” she whispered. “I know them all by heart.”
“No, that’s yours. I have what she wanted me to keep.”
“What did she leave you?”
I shrugged. “I never looked.”
Elain sighed, kissing both of my hands. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. I’d walked away from her and here she was… as if I’d never left.
“Come on. We’ll finish faster if we work together.”
I wasn’t thinking when I pulled her in my arms, but Elain sighed with relief. She wrapped her arms around me and it dawned on me that I hadn’t been this close to anyone in ages.
*
“Want to go see the lights tomorrow night?” she asked as she put the last of the sofrito in the freezer.
“They still do that?”
“Yes. And I need to get a tree.”
“A tree?”
“My old one broke and I haven’t had time to get one. Emerie said she has a few still. I think if we leave right after I close the diner, I can get one.”
“And if you can’t?”
“You’re good with an ax, right?”
“You have to be in my line of work.”
Elain gaped at me which only made me laugh.
“You’re horrible!”
“I’ll remember that when you have no tree.”
She scowled.
“I’ll just take one from Lucien’s house. They have like three living rooms. They can live without one tree for a few days.”
I stopped laughing.
“What?”
“I’ll cut every tree from here to Velaris before I see you bringing anything from Vanserra’s house.”
“Try to stop me.”
“I’ll go to Emerie’s first thing in the morning. I’ll even put the lights out front.”
Elain grinned. “Good. I really liked the red and gold ornaments.”
“Anything else?”
“Nope.” Elain walked off, and I knew that I’d walked right into that one.
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So. We (Puerto Ricans) add ‘lito’ or ‘lita’ among others, as endearment. For example, Angel? They now are Angelito so in this case, Azriel is “little Azriel” which is something his mother would have called him.
Mallorca is a sweet bread we eat at breakfast or whenever tbh its yummy af
Pendejo is like... asshole? and in this instance, its all in affection lol
Dejame hacer esto means “let me do this” everything sounds better in Spanish imo
To my fellow Hispanic/latinos- do not come for me lol THEY ARE PASTELLILOS IN THIS HOUSE. its like an empanada but smaller. sometimes filled with cheese, or meat, or even guava! they’re divine. Frituras are fried foods. It can mean just one kind or a platter of a bunch of them.
Malta is a malt beverage that has SOME alcohol in it but not here in the states as far as I know. we drink it all day, at any meal. to my uterus owning friends, a warm malta can sometimes help with period cramps. no joke.
Jibara/o is what me and my family are called because we’re from the mountains. basically anyone in rural Puerto rico is considered a jibaro.
Sofrito is a bunch of herbs and veggies blended up and used as a base in almost all our dishes.
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@dreamerforever-5 hope you enjoyed it!
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Definitely did! And you’re right, it does sound better in Spanish.
Ch.2 Azrielito’s Favorites
Chapter 1
After the death of his father, Azriel is forced to go back to the one place he swore he’d never return to. But he finds himself quite literally face to face with his past, one that he had not let himself think of since he’d left.
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As I set my bag on the counter in my kitchen, I called Rhys on speaker.
“How did it go?” he asked by way of greeting.
“Not too bad.”
“Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeah… I’m okay.”
“You sure you want to come back tomorrow?”
I sighed, looking at my kitchen sink. My perfectly working kitchen sink.
“Would you mind me working from home? At least until the holidays are over?”
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#elriel#azrielitos favorites#elriel holiday au#dia de reyes#elriel fanfiction#writing#fanfiction#elain#azriel
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