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Literally all those prompts for Elriel 😂😂😂 I can never get enough of them!! Xx

Sooooo, I’m interpreting this as you giving me free reign yes? Okay good. So I may or may not have got a tiny little bit carried away. Oopsies. Anyway, I went for these ones:

#18 “If I asked you to stay, would you?” and #4 “You make me feel alive for the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.” (or a modification if those two cause I forgot the exact words lol)

Elain had no clue what was going on. She’d turned up at the town house about mid afternoon to start making tea for everyone after spending the whole day in her garden, expecting them all to be there- well, definitely Feyre and Mor, but no one was there.

Elain took a step inside frowning, they were usually making a significant dent in the wine by now, but not today. She took a hesitant step in, the house eerily silent. After a few more paces she slipped, arms pinwheeling before she caught herself on the wall, pressing a hand to her chest once she’d righted herself.

Looking down she gingerly lifted her skirts, peering down to see what had caused to her loose her balance.

Blood.

There was a trail of it through the house, leading up to the stairs where bloody hand prints were pressed into the wooden banister. Elain heaved slightly, hand at her chest moving to clamp down over her mouth. She took a slow breaths in an attempt to calm herself, it backfired as she gagged, the scent of blood overwhelming her.

She lurched forward to the foot of the stairs and reached her hand out to steady herself. When Elain slowly peeled her hand away from the banister she turned it towards her, shaking slightly. It was covered in blood.

She wiped it on her dress quickly, before she had more time to think about whose blood it was and how it had got there. Her eyes flicked back to the door she’d just come through, tempted to run and come back when she was sure it was safe.

They were all taking care of it, she was positive, it was probably why she couldn’t hear anything: Rhys’s sound barrier. But as compelled to leave as she felt, she couldn’t quite bring herself to turn away as thoughts flooded her head, each more disturbing than the last. What if it was an enemy? What if it was one of her friends? What if it was Cassian? She grown attached to the big friendly bear, as she called him, and she would hate it if he was hurt. Elain worried at her lip as panic set in.

What if it was Feyre? Elain slowly climbed the first few steps, watching out for the blood. What if it was Azriel?

Elain ran the rest of the way up the stairs, not Azriel, it couldn’t be Azriel.

Well of course it could, if she was honest it was most likely him, especially in his line of work. But he was usually never this badly wounded. They had made a little ritual, him and her, after his missions he would seek her out, come into the room and perch on the end of her bathtub, waiting for her. She’d always be there in a matter of seconds, sitting by him and tending to all his little cuts and bruises, no matter if it ranged from a slice of a sword to a splinter, Elain would clean him up. It gave a her a sense of peace, knowing that she was helping him, that he was okay.

Elain had a feeling that Azriel liked her taking care of him, making up for a lack of it in his childhood. It had taken her a while to get him to relax and just sit still, but he had eventually, watching her with his intense gaze.

So as Elain hurried across the hall to the room at the very end, Azriels room, she couldn’t help but feel tears welling in her eyes, before it was replaced quite suddenly with anger, boiling hot, tinting her vision slightly red. She hoped he’d killed who ever had hurt him. And she hoped it wasn’t quick.

She was just speculating, she thought quickly, it might not even be him.

She rattled the handle impatiently, banging her hand on the door when no one answered. Elain knew it was terribly rude, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Hello!” She shouted, and Elain was sure it was the loudest she’d ever raised her voice. She gave up slapping the door and began pounding on it with her fist, she would break down this goddamn door if she had to.

After a few more shouts Elain began ramming into the wood with her shoulder. She stopped after a second, grimacing and rubbing her shoulder.

That’s not going to work Elain.

She took a step back surveying the door before her gaze snagged on the hinges. She rushed forward to loosen them, opening the door backwards. Elain flung it wide open, took one look inside and was frozen to the spot.

It was Azriel.

They were all stood around him,faces grave and soaked in his blood. Madija was hunched over  him, sweating as she threw blood soaked rag after blood soaked rag on the floor. And as for Azriel...

She had never been more grateful for Rhys’s sound barrier as she saw his face twisted into a scream, grasping the little table next to him so hard it splintered in his hand. Elain gasped when she saw his wound, sliced open along his side multiple times, so close together they looked like one, and the long jagged line just below his collarbone that she had fixed up last night was split wide open.

No one had noticed she was here yet so she just stood, shaking violently in the door way. She lost track of how long she was there for before Azriel’s pain addled eyes locked on hers. His gaze stayed there for a while, just staring. Elain wasn’t sure if he was really seeing her or looking straight through her.

She realised it was the former as he slowly turned to Mor, speaking between his laboured breaths.

Get her out.

Mor turned towards Elain and walked over to her, placing her hands on Elain’s shoulders and walking her backwards out of the room, door shutting with a definitive click before Elain could gather her thoughts enough to demand to stay. She stood staring motionlessly at the door, hands hanging limply at her sides, the image still before her eyes.

Slowly, she came back to herself, hand curling into fists. She was not leaving. Elain turned and sank down by the wall next to the door, folding her arms. Granted, it wasn’t the most dignified position, but Elain was sure she was in for a long night.

The tears built up in her eyes, spilling over before she could stop them, but she didn’t make an effort to, just sat there, letting them roll down her face to splash onto her dress. What was she going to do if he died? Elain didn’t think she could manage that, he was her best friend. He was... Elain grappled to find a word, she didn’t know what he was to her...it was just more.

Elain had never felt this strongly before, about anyone, and she didn’t quite know how to place her emotions. She knew that she liked his smile, his little laugh, she knew that she liked when he sunned his wings in the garden, an activity that required him to be shirtless, and she knows that when he comes up to her with a little bug on his finger that he found, her heart melts.

She knew that it wasn’t friendship that she felt, she had passed that stage long ago, and she had wanted to tell him so badly, but every time she worked up the courage to do so, he was gazing adoringly at Mor, and she couldn’t do it.

Elain buried her head into knees, sobbing in earnest now as she though of how he might die and not know, how she never even got a chance, all because she was scared.

She would tell him. If he got through this she would tell him, she silently promised herself, even if it killed her to do so. If he survived, she would do anything.

Elain must have dozed off at one point, her neck was stiff and sore when she woke and she winced, rubbing it with the heel of her palm to ease the knots out. Her eyes widened when she realised what had woken her up- she could hear what was happening in the room. She jumped to her feet, waiting impatiently for the door to open.

When it finally did Elain could feel herself itching to shove past them all to see him, but she refrained, barely. She scanned their faces as they walked out, no new tears, only looks of relief. Elain let loose her own breath she’d been holding since she saw Azriel on the bed, thank god he would be okay.

They filed out, barely paying her a second glance, to tired and preoccupied with washing the blood off them, except Cassian. He came to a stop in front of her.

“He’s asking for you,” he said quietly, a worn smile on his face. Elain nodded, gratefully taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Go to sleep Cassian, and eat something as well.”

Cassian gave her a little nod and squeezed her hand right back, before giving a jerk of his head, motioning for her to go inside. She took a deep breath, smoothing her dress down and patting her hair to make sure she looked presentable. She was flustered all of a sudden, nervous maybe. Elain thought that it most likely had something to do with what she’d promised herself earlier.

Yes, that was definitely it.

“Elain. Stop fussing and go.” Cassian gave her a little nudge, looking for all the world like he knew something she didn’t. She cast him a little warning glance before she turned to go inside, he was up to something, she was sure of it.

When Elain saw Azriel a sense of calm flooded through her, almost making her collapse on the spot, she hadn’t realised how tightly wound up she’d been until now. He was asleep, lying ridged in the bed like it hurt to relax. His shadows were no where to be seen, not surrounding him as usual and it was odd to see him so bare, but they couldn’t be near him when he healed. She wasn’t too sure why, but Azriel had mentioned it once or twice in passing.

A sheen of sweat clung to him, face shiny with it and jet black locks of hair were plastered to his neck and forehead. Elain moved forwards, taking a seat on the bed next to him, and she really couldn’t help herself when she reached over to brush them back, running her hands through his damp hair.

There was no one here to stop her, it was just them. Plus he wasn’t awake, so technically she wasn’t breaking any rules. Elain winced at the thought of her earlier statement to herself, but she couldn’t deny the warmth that flooded through her when she realised that she wouldn’t have to hide how she felt anymore.

She hopes.

Elain stood to fetch a cloth that she quickly rinsed in cold water before sitting back at his side to clean him off. She took to smoothing it over his face and neck, as she often did in their little meets.

Azriel shifted in his sleep and stirred slightly.  Elain held her breath, praying that he’d stay asleep just a little longer, so that she wouldn’t have to face what she’d done out in the hall, but she had no such luck. He slowly opened his eyes as if they were impossibly heavy, he blinked at her weakly, settling that focused gaze on her. Elain’s lower lip wobbled as she saw how much pain he was in and she couldn’t resist the urge to place a hand on his cheek, running her thumb slowly over his cheek bone.

Elain looked down when she felt something touch her hand and she saw his shaky fingers reaching out to brush against her skin. It was a reflex when Elain clasped his hand tightly in hers. At that Azriel let out a breath, leaning into the hand that was cupping his face.

He turned slightly and let his lips brush against her palm. Elain’s breath caught in her throat, the little touch sending tingles through her.

He looked up her contentedly, like he might be perfectly happy only ever looking at her for the rest of his life. Any reasonable or rational thought floated out of her head, leaving her to look right back at him unabashedly.

Azriel was the first to break the silence, voice hoarse from the screams earlier, Elain’s gut twisted painfully at that thought, but it was soon pushed to the back of her mind by his words.

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“Yes,” Elain nodded, eyes stinging with tears for what felt like the hundredth time today, “always,” she promised. He nodded slowly and she saw him relax into the bed, seeming calmer now.

“What happened?” Elain asked softly.

He inhaled, “nothing to concern yourself with.” He gave her a sleepy smile, one that suggested it was at ease. it was then Elain decided that it was one that she would very much like to wake up to every morning. She quickly flushed at such a thought and tried to turn her mind to what was at hand, and not think about her in a bed with Azriel.

Elain made a little disapproving sound that he didn’t tell her, it was good for him more than anything, and Elain had proven time and time again that she was happy to listen. Even if she did wake up from nightmares almost every night, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I know,” he said, head lolling on the pillow, “it’s a story for another time my love.” Elain caught herself smiling slightly, loving the name he called her. My love.

She was sure he wasn’t sure he knew that he’d even set it, he was probably delirious with pain and medicine. That sobered Elain up quickly, pulling her out of her daydreams.

“Are you in a lot of pain?” She asked, scrutinising him carefully, making sure he didn’t lie to her.

“Yes,” he admitted, “but it’s eased.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Elain couldn’t keep the desperation out of her voice, she hated seeing him hurt.

“Just stay.” The words came out of his mouth without the usual careful consideration that the shadowsinger often exhibited, he wouldn’t speak any words that hadn’t been run through his filter. Now he didn’t seem to think, just spoke. It was startlingly honest for the stoic male Elain had come to care about, and she wondered if this was how he was when he fully dropped the mask, not making her work for every crack he let loose.

But what worried Elain was that she was sure he had no clue what he was saying, and would most likely regret it later. She should stop him from talking, but she was struggling to deny herself this.

He fixed her with that look again, that one that always dragged her out of her thoughts.

“You know, I could love you Elain.”  

Elain froze. Had he really just said that? She slowly looked down to him, expecting to see him almost passed out, but his eyes we’re remarkably sure and focused. That’s when the weight of what he said hit her.

“What?” She breathed.

“I could love you.” He stated again simply. “Not like a sister, but more like a partner. Like a...wife,that’s what it’s called over the wall yes?” He asked and she nodded dumbly. One corner of his mouth twitched up, “yes, that sounds good. I could love you.”

He’d said it again and what got her most was the way he said it with absolute certainty.

“But what about Mor?” Elain blurted out, it was all she could think to say.

“I’ve not thought of her like that for a while now,” he said seriously and Elain felt the barriers around her heart lower slightly.

She grappled for words for a moment, trying to sort out her feelings, but before she could say anything, he carried on.

“But it’s silly to think that you could love me too, even sometime in the future because you are incredible. You are so happy, you look at the world in this way that I have never thought of before, and it’s refreshing. You wouldn’t, you shouldn’t look twice at someone like me, I’ll only drag you down,” he took a ragged breath, “you deserve better.”

Elain was stunned as to how he could even think that, and she rushed to reassure him, “no no no no Azriel. No, that’s not true at all. I need you, I need your outlook on life to know that it’s okay to watch life pass through the shadows, to know that you don’t have to be the loudest in the room to still be valued.” Elain swallowed, working up every ounce of courage she has, “I care about you too. I think I could love you. I know I could love you.”

Azriel’s throat bobbed, and he squeezed her hand hard, “Elain you don’t understand, you make me feel alive for the first time ever, like... like-”

“Like I can breathe,” Elain finished softly and she watched as Azriel’s eyes widened and he tensed, as if he’d just realised everything he’d said since she’d entered.

“Azriel it’s okay,” she soothed, “I’m right here,” she squeezed his hand as tight as he was hers. He was still looking at her like he didn’t quiet believe it, and it was breaking her heart. He opened his mouth to say something but she shushed him, “shh, I know. I know.”

He still looked completely terrified, and Elain gave her best reassuring smile, “Lets go slow, yes?”

“Yes,” he agreed, eyeing her warily, but not loosening his grip one bit. Elain shuffled on the bed, moving herself so that she was lying down and she gingerly rested her head on his chest, making sure to avoid any injuries. Elain felt his breath catch, and she waited a while before she felt his warm arm wrap around her, holding her to him tightly. She sighed, snuggling into him and his breathing caught. His hand carefully tickled up and down her back and Elain thought this was what heaven was like.

“Did you mean it?” Azriel asked quietly, voice even rougher than when he just woke up.

“Every word. Did you?”

“All of it.”

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Okayyy so thanks for reading! Also I was thinking about writing the first time that Elain heals Azriel after a mission that I mentioned in this one if anyone would be interested ...

I promise it will be better than this lol.

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48. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s. Mixed with 22 kissing and getting interrupted by a third party and if you really want to be wild. There was a sneaking off secretive alcove kiss on the list too haha 😈 ~signed sAtAn wants there to be fluff now

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This was too dangerous she knew, the fire raging between them, knowing she was going to get scalded by it but doing so anyway, because sometimes the heat just felt too good to resist. To stifle.

It coursed within her veins, simmered and speckled, she’d never dare to think about were it would lead, if anywhere at all.

Wise up, some of us aren't fighting the fire; we're playing with fire. Flirting with the devil. And she told herself to to stop it. Stop it now before all hell broke loose.

But temptation was a tricky fickle thing she reminded herself as she pulled Azriel in to an alcove off the main living area, pulling at his vest to expose his neck and seeking out the warmth of his skin beneath.

He kissed her and the world fell away. It was soft and gentle, comforting in ways that words would never be. So at odds with the unsteady rhythm of her heart pounding against her ribcage.

His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled, having no choice but to tilt her face up towards him as his towered over her.

She should feel delicate and frail against his solid muscle stature, but pushing up on to her tip-toes to reach his mouth she felt nothing but power over him, seeing him composure crumble, the hitch in his breath, the pulse hammering beneath her fingers.

It thrummed in the air around them, making her feel invincible.

Azriel’s hands fell to her hips grazing her sides on the way down, before snaking under her butt and lifting her against him. On instinct her legs came to wrap around his middle, he cradled her to him with little effort, which only served to ignite her lust further, his power and strength.

In hindsight she should have noticed the soft sound of footfalls nearby, the gentle chatter but nothing was getting through the bubble they’d created between kisses.

“Well I had hoped we could stay here until...” Nesta’s voice flowed through the halls but it wasn't until her normally stoic voice change to disbelief that Elain truly registered that she was not nearby, but rather right there,

“Elain?”

At the sound of her sisters tone she could feel him do his best to press them in to the darkness their alcove provided, utilising his own shadows to cast them further within but it was too late to hide from her sister, someone else perhaps, but not Nesta, she would not turn away so easily.

“We may not be able to see you but I can assure you we can certainly, smell it,” Cas’s voice unsteady under the feat of trying not to laugh, “I am pretty sure the whole of Velaris know what you are doing.”

“Cassian!” Both Nesta and Elain’s voice rung through the halls.

She could hear the humour and defensiveness in his voice, “What? You know I am right, and there’s no shame in it at all, trust me, Nes and I love too—”

She couldn’t see for sure but she was positive the hard thud and whine that followed was her sisters foot colliding with his own. She would have laughed at another time if she wasn’t wrapped around the body of a man, still panting shallowly trying to regain her composure.

A low groan pierced the night from the shadowsinger, “Do you guys mind?”

Which only served to have the opposite effect as both Nesta and Cassian looked as if they’d been struck. Elain was certain their voices echoed through the whole house with how loud they were,

“Azriel!?   “AZ?”

                                           Fin.

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Next chapter is here as promised! You could even have 7 pretty soon😁 it picks up a little after this too, I know it’s a slight slow burn, but they do get there💙 they are awkward babies in this one😂

Previous Chapter. Masterlist.

Warnings: There will be swearing, mature themes, mentions of alcohol at times, and mentions of sex. I will updates warnings as I go if needed.

No beta today as it’s 1am so @bryaxisthefaceofnightmares is saved this time:) this gif isn’t very good oops.

Chapter 6

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Azriel thought he was imagining things when he’d read his texts the next morning. He hadn’t expected Elain to answer him that quickly; he hadn’t really expected any reply at all, thinking that she’d ignore him after the mess he had made of everything. Or maybe that she’d blocked him completely and she’d never see the message. He knew he would have deserved it, so he was grateful, even now as he reread her reply for what seemed like the tenth time.

Today, 12:30 at the diner. Don’t be late.

-Elain

It was now 12:00 on the dot and he was sat in his usual booth a bit further at the back, knowing full well he was extremely early, but he wasn’t taking any chances of being late and missing what little opportunity he had left. A waitress came over and asked for his order, and just as he was about to tell her that just a coke would be fine, goddamn fucking Tamlin and Ianthe- Feyre’s prat of an ex and the crazy bitch who never left Azriel alone -walked through the diner’s doors. Panicking he snatched back the menu he’d just handed the waitress, opened it out, and covered his face with it. Real subtle, you utter moron. When he peeked back over the top, Tamlin and Ianthe were nowhere in sight, clearly having gone over to the other side of the diner. He smiled sheepishly at the gobsmacked waitress next to him, apologising for being so rude, however she just smiled saying that they had all done something like that at least once and disappeared to get his drink.

Ianthe was someone who liked to have her own way all of the time, like a spoiled little brat. She’d tried to get with Rhys a couple of times until Feyre put her in her place one time during lunch, and then she’d tried Cassian. But she had only managed to try the one time. No one had known that Cass and Nes were together, that they had been together for just over six months- Azriel had no idea how that was possible though because his brother couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. That was up until the day Ianthe set her sights on him, plastered her body to his against the lockers, just as the eldest Archeron sister walked around the corner. Everything became a blur then. Azriel had blinked, and all of a sudden Ianthe was cradling her bloody nose, and Nesta was shaking out her fist while Cassian was kissing her in any place he could reach. She was a force to be reckoned with and he was terrified of being on the receiving end when she found out about what he and Elain had done. Ianthe- who Azriel had deemed slightly psychopathic –had set her sights on him a few weeks after that incident and he hadn’t known peace since.

His reverie was interrupted when he heard the tinkle of the bell above the door, and looked up to see Elain walking through the door, his breath getting caught in his throat. Gods, she was beautiful. She was dressed in a light pink hoodie; black ripped jeans and her hair was up in a messy bun. The sight was not good for his hormones, making him shift awkwardly in his seat to get comfortable again. How was he supposed to have a serious conversation with her looking like an utter goddess? His drink was brought over then, snapping him out of whatever state of leering he had been in.

Keep it together you fuckwit, you’re trying to make amends not jump into her pants.

When she finally came over to the booth, he noticed she was wringing her hands together on the table and that she wouldn’t look at him again. Azriel understood why, he wouldn’t look at himself if put into her shoes, but gods did he want her to just look. To see him. So that when he explained why he had been such an asshole, to tell her how much he wanted to start again, she would see he was being sincere. Reaching over, he tentatively to took her tiny hands into his, pushing back the thoughts of how they fit do well together and spoke so gently that he didn’t recognise his own voice.

“Elain, will you look at me, please?”

oOoOo

Elain was taking deep breaths, but they didn’t seem to be helping her much. She wanted to look at him; she wanted to hear what he had to say so they could get this over with. But the only thing she was currently able to think of was the warmth of his hands on hers. She was staring at the way they engulfed her own, the comfort his warmth gave her traitorous body, when she noticed all the scars. Her breath hitched slightly and her brain started to work a mile a minute, wanting to ask so many different questions at the same time.

Why did you say those things yesterday? Why did you just walk away? What happened to your hands? How did we end up in bed together? How do we move forward now?

She was still having a mental panic when Azriel cleared his throat to try and get her attention again. Looking up at him slowly, she was shocked to see how nervous he was, because yes he’d said in his text that he wanted to make things right. He even wanted to know about the baby, something she hadn’t expected at all. But in all honesty, she thought the only thing he was going to do was tell her today, was that he wanted nothing to do with either of them, that if she said something he would deny it. Maybe she was about to be proven wrong? Steeling her own nerves, she pulled her hands away- not missing his look of disappointment and possibly hurt – to put them in her lap and said as strongly as she could “You have fifteen minutes, Azriel. What is it that you want?” Drawing his hands back, he looked down shyly for a moment and when he brought his gaze back to hers, he let out a very audible breath.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it honestly; I just had no idea how to deal with the situation. When I said ‘easily forgettable’ I didn’t mean that what we had done meant shit all, because it did mean something, to me at least. I just wanted to keep it between us because your sister will quite literally kill me if she finds out.” He took a shaky breath before continuing, “The morning after, I remembered some things, realised what you were and part of me hates myself because you should have had something better, should have had someone better. And I’m so, so sorry, for all of it.”

Elain hadn’t realised she was crying until she tasted the salt on her lips, quickly bringing her hands up to wipe away the tears, although it did her no good because he had seen them anyway. Part of her wanted to go over and hold him, to tell him everything was alright but the rational side of her brain made her stay rooted in her seat. Everything was not alright; she had no idea if it would be again for a while so she started to nod a little before stopping abruptly. Confused now, as she had just clicked on to something he had said, asking with clear curiosity “What do you mean you ‘realised what I was’? I don’t get it.”

She blushed in full force when he bluntly replied “You were a virgin. Right?”

Fuck. How could he have realised? Elain didn’t tell him and he hadn’t asked, she remembered that at least. When she asked him as such, it was his turn to blush as he stumbled over his words.

“Um- well- when I... Uh there was a bit of blood on the sheets, not a lot but, it was there. I remember you asking me to be gentle, but that could have just been a preference so when I saw the sheets, I knew what I had done.”

Guilt was written on his face now. He felt guilty about it, but how was she meant to comfort him without lying? Because yes, there had been a slight bit of soreness the morning after, however, she didn’t want to make him feel any worse so decided not to mention it. Turning to face away from him again and stare out of the window, Elain contemplated whether or not she should ask him about the elephant in the room. He had said he wanted to know about the baby in his text, yet he hadn’t brought it up since she’d sat down. Deciding to just jump straight into it, she spoke again, her nerves coming back in full force and she knew Az could tell by the way his whole face softened.

“You drove here right?” He gave a small nod to confirm. “Then could we maybe go somewhere more private? You said you wanted... Well you said you wanted to know about the other thing, and it’s probably best not to talk about here.” She gestured to all of the other people around the diner; all having their own conversations yes, but the place was slightly smaller than it looked. Azriel started sliding out of his side as he began speaking, offering her his hand once he was stood.

“Of course we can, I know a place actually. Would you like to go there or somewhere different?”

It was easy enough to get out of her side unassisted, but she took his hand anyway, wanting to feel that comforting warmth from earlier and agreed to go to wherever he had in mind. As they walked out of the diner to make their way to his car, she realised that neither of them had let go of the other and that Azriel was lightly running his thumb over her knuckles.

Being so engrossed in the boy beside her, she never noticed a smirking Ianthe sat in the back corner, watching them leave together hand in hand.

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“Elain was pretty sure they were lost” 😂 I love Perfect so much! I can never get enough Elriel though (those two are too sweet together) and was wondering if you could do 10 and/or 30 for the prompt thingy? 😍

A/N: Thank you so much love! I went with 30, I’ve already had asks for the other one and I’ve been writing so much angst lately that I needed something lighthearted...

Anyway here you go!

30“i’m not a damsel in distress, I’m a damsel doing damage”

Elain was completely and utterly swamped. Open a bakery, they said, it will be easy, they said, you can regulate your own work, they said.

Bollocks.

She was short for staff this weekend, it wasn’t supposed to be busy so she’d told everyone to take it off, (not the best management but Elain wasn’t all that good at the cold hearted bitch style.)

They had been overflowing with orders a few weeks ago when it was supposed to be their holiday, but she’d asked them to stay, so this was her making up for it. It had all been fine, no trouble at all, until this bride ran in, stressed to the max and fixed her pleading eyes on Elain. How on earth was she supposed to say no?

Even if it was catering for a wedding in under a week. She’d been pulling all nighters every day so far and she could honestly say that she wasn’t sure how she was still on her feet. She’d glance longingly at the couch in the back room where they did all the baking- not sitting down, even for just a second, was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. Elain knew the moment that she gave in she wasn’t getting back up for a very long time, so in the end she had moved all her cakes so they were covering it from her line of view.

She had managed to get a few hours of sleep though over the last few days, running home to shower all the flour and grease off her before falling into bed.

Elain knew Azriel wasn’t happy with this, he was making that very clear in a way that was too adorable for Elain to get angry at him. He would visit her at work and she’d have to completely ignore him for fear of being distracted, which happened way too easily. They had been forced to put this rule in place the seventh time Nula caught them in a rather...compromising position and threatened to quit. He wasn’t too happy about it to say the least, so he sat in the corner and sulked, looking so forlorn you’d think the world was ending.

“It is!” He’d always protest, before pouting, folding his arms and shrinking back into his corner.

But she had to power through, there was no way she was letting this girl down, besides this was the last day of constant baking.

Elain wasn’t sure what time it was, late afternoon, either way she was starving and completely dead on her feet. She groaned as she dropped her head down onto the counter, not caring that it was covered in flour. Elain might have ended up staying there for longer than she initially thought but she was too damn tired to be bothered.

She jolted up when the door banged open, quickly blinking icing sugar out of her eyes, “We’re closed!” She shouted towards the front door.

“I know,” came the low rumble and she relaxed, she’d know that voice and those measured footsteps anywhere. Azriel appeared in the doorway and lent against the wooden frame, a small smile playing on his lips. “How are we doing?” He asked scanning the state of the room.

Elain stepped back as well, lips pressed into a tight line as she surveyed the carnage. She braced one hand on her hip and pinched the bridge of her nose, “mh it’s going great.”

Azriel hummed from his stop by the entrance, “looks like it.” There was icing sugar and flour everywhere, even on the top of the fridge. How the hell did it get there?

Elain didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that she looked like a snowman. Or a scarecrow. A scarecrow snowman. Yeah that sounded right. She groaned to herself and Azriel’s lips twitched as he moved over to her, looping his arms around her waist. “You look great.”

Elain looked up at him suspiciously, “are you mocking me? You better not be mocking me.”

Azriel clamped his lips together and shook his head.

Mockingly.

Elain slapped him in the chest, frowning and he reeled back dramatically, clutching a hand to his chest. She rolled her eyes at him, and faced back to the counter, muttering “child” under her breath.

“If anyone’s the child here, it’s you,” Azriel was back by her side, pulling butter out of her hair. Elain scoffed at him but made no move to dump a bag of flour over his head.

“Need any help?” He asked, resting his chin on her shoulder. She rolled away from him and walked towards the oven to pull out a tray of buns. “I,” she waved her hand over them, trying to cool them down, “am completely fine. Managing brilliantly.”

“You’ve mentioned that, but I can still help you if you want.” Azriel sighed at her, when Elain got it into her head that she was doing something, especially on her own, it was damn near impossible to get her to accept some help.

“I’m not a damsel in distress Azriel, I’m a damsel doing damage!” As she said that Elain flung her arm out... and knocked off one of her mixing bowls.

She looked down as it shattered on the floor and just stared at it for a few minutes. “Shit,” she muttered softly and Azriel launched into a coughing fit.

Elain’s head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes, pointing at him, “are you laughing at me?”

Azriel held his hands up, still coughing, “never.”

She didn’t buy it.

Elain groaned and trudged over to the couch, she was done, there was a limit to her genius, even if she hated to admit it. She flopped onto it with a huff, letting her eyes fall closed. A moment later she felt Azriel’s breath fan across her face as he crouched down next to her.

“Elain?”

“Yes?” She sighed, cheek smushed against the pillow.

“Want me to call everyone?”

“Yes,” she groaned and Azriel chuckled quietly. Elain cracked an eye open, to see him still in front of her, in his hand. “Why aren’t you calling them yet?”

“My phone’s in the car,” he wasn’t making any effort to mask his amusement now.

“Then go get it,” Elain suggested, a little bit more aggressive than normal, but in her defence she was tired out.

Azriel huffed a laugh, “I’m going,” he pulled himself up and when he turned to leave Elain flung out a heavy arm to slap his ass, and he yelped, shooting her a death glare, all amusement gone.

Elain settled back into the couch, a cocky grin on her face that no one ever got to see but him. He was almost out of the door when Elain shouted, eyes still closed, “Azriel!”

“Yes?”

“I love you,” her voice was breathy as she snuggled down into the cushions.

“I love you too.”

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Okay girl this is hilarious! Love their relationship and the shit is a mood. Sometimes it’s all just too much and all you can manage is a very dry shit

“Elain was pretty sure they were lost” 😂 I love Perfect so much! I can never get enough Elriel though (those two are too sweet together) and was wondering if you could do 10 and/or 30 for the prompt thingy? 😍

A/N: Thank you so much love! I went with 30, I’ve already had asks for the other one and I’ve been writing so much angst lately that I needed something lighthearted...

Anyway here you go!

30“i’m not a damsel in distress, I’m a damsel doing damage”

Elain was completely and utterly swamped. Open a bakery, they said, it will be easy, they said, you can regulate your own work, they said.

Bollocks.

She was short for staff this weekend, it wasn’t supposed to be busy so she’d told everyone to take it off, (not the best management but Elain wasn’t all that good at the cold hearted bitch style.)

They had been overflowing with orders a few weeks ago when it was supposed to be their holiday, but she’d asked them to stay, so this was her making up for it. It had all been fine, no trouble at all, until this bride ran in, stressed to the max and fixed her pleading eyes on Elain. How on earth was she supposed to say no?

Even if it was catering for a wedding in under a week. She’d been pulling all nighters every day so far and she could honestly say that she wasn’t sure how she was still on her feet. She’d glance longingly at the couch in the back room where they did all the baking- not sitting down, even for just a second, was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. Elain knew the moment that she gave in she wasn’t getting back up for a very long time, so in the end she had moved all her cakes so they were covering it from her line of view.

She had managed to get a few hours of sleep though over the last few days, running home to shower all the flour and grease off her before falling into bed.

Elain knew Azriel wasn’t happy with this, he was making that very clear in a way that was too adorable for Elain to get angry at him. He would visit her at work and she’d have to completely ignore him for fear of being distracted, which happened way too easily. They had been forced to put this rule in place the seventh time Nula caught them in a rather...compromising position and threatened to quit. He wasn’t too happy about it to say the least, so he sat in the corner and sulked, looking so forlorn you’d think the world was ending.

“It is!” He’d always protest, before pouting, folding his arms and shrinking back into his corner.

But she had to power through, there was no way she was letting this girl down, besides this was the last day of constant baking.

Elain wasn’t sure what time it was, late afternoon, either way she was starving and completely dead on her feet. She groaned as she dropped her head down onto the counter, not caring that it was covered in flour. Elain might have ended up staying there for longer than she initially thought but she was too damn tired to be bothered.

She jolted up when the door banged open, quickly blinking icing sugar out of her eyes, “We’re closed!” She shouted towards the front door.

“I know,” came the low rumble and she relaxed, she’d know that voice and those measured footsteps anywhere. Azriel appeared in the doorway and lent against the wooden frame, a small smile playing on his lips. “How are we doing?” He asked scanning the state of the room.

Elain stepped back as well, lips pressed into a tight line as she surveyed the carnage. She braced one hand on her hip and pinched the bridge of her nose, “mh it’s going great.”

Azriel hummed from his stop by the entrance, “looks like it.” There was icing sugar and flour everywhere, even on the top of the fridge. How the hell did it get there?

Elain didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that she looked like a snowman. Or a scarecrow. A scarecrow snowman. Yeah that sounded right. She groaned to herself and Azriel’s lips twitched as he moved over to her, looping his arms around her waist. “You look great.”

Elain looked up at him suspiciously, “are you mocking me? You better not be mocking me.”

Azriel clamped his lips together and shook his head.

Mockingly.

Elain slapped him in the chest, frowning and he reeled back dramatically, clutching a hand to his chest. She rolled her eyes at him, and faced back to the counter, muttering “child” under her breath.

“If anyone’s the child here, it’s you,” Azriel was back by her side, pulling butter out of her hair. Elain scoffed at him but made no move to dump a bag of flour over his head.

“Need any help?” He asked, resting his chin on her shoulder. She rolled away from him and walked towards the oven to pull out a tray of buns. “I,” she waved her hand over them, trying to cool them down, “am completely fine. Managing brilliantly.”

“You’ve mentioned that, but I can still help you if you want.” Azriel sighed at her, when Elain got it into her head that she was doing something, especially on her own, it was damn near impossible to get her to accept some help.

“I’m not a damsel in distress Azriel, I’m a damsel doing damage!” As she said that Elain flung her arm out... and knocked off one of her mixing bowls.

She looked down as it shattered on the floor and just stared at it for a few minutes. “Shit,” she muttered softly and Azriel launched into a coughing fit.

Elain’s head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes, pointing at him, “are you laughing at me?”

Azriel held his hands up, still coughing, “never.”

She didn’t buy it.

Elain groaned and trudged over to the couch, she was done, there was a limit to her genius, even if she hated to admit it. She flopped onto it with a huff, letting her eyes fall closed. A moment later she felt Azriel’s breath fan across her face as he crouched down next to her.

“Elain?”

“Yes?” She sighed, cheek smushed against the pillow.

“Want me to call everyone?”

“Yes,” she groaned and Azriel chuckled quietly. Elain cracked an eye open, to see him still in front of her, in his hand. “Why aren’t you calling them yet?”

“My phone’s in the car,” he wasn’t making any effort to mask his amusement now.

“Then go get it,” Elain suggested, a little bit more aggressive than normal, but in her defence she was tired out.

Azriel huffed a laugh, “I’m going,” he pulled himself up and when he turned to leave Elain flung out a heavy arm to slap his ass, and he yelped, shooting her a death glare, all amusement gone.

Elain settled back into the couch, a cocky grin on her face that no one ever got to see but him. He was almost out of the door when Elain shouted, eyes still closed, “Azriel!”

“Yes?”

“I love you,” her voice was breathy as she snuggled down into the cushions.

“I love you too.”

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