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Celeria could hardly believe that Sky had the gall to ask such a question, it was no secret that Tamlin's relationship with his people was still strained due to events that had happened long before Celeria was born.
"Is that what you really think of your High Lord, Sky? You've known my father your entire life. Do you really think he is that cruel?"
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Lights Over Monaco: Chapter 1
ITS HERE! I plan on updating this weekly/biweekly, based on how busy I am. Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list!
Special thank you to my new F1 friend for inspiring this fic as well as being my beta reader, @acourtofcouture ! F1 fans out there, her fics are AMAZING
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F1 Glossary
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Nesta Archeron discovered Formula 1 when she was 9 years old. She woke before the sun one Sunday morning, quietly excited to have the television all to herself and watch whatever cartoons she wanted. But she couldn’t remember what channel they were on, instead flipping through the programs. She had almost given up when she stumbled across a race.
The moment she had seen the brightly colored open-wheeled cars flash across the screen, she paused. For whatever reason, the high pitched wasp-like scream of the twelve cylinder engines and the astonishing speed that the drivers were travelling enthralled young Nesta. She didn’t look away once for the rest of the race, or even for the post-race interviews and wrap up that most adults skipped. Something about it had her adrenaline pumping.
Nesta traded her dolls for matchbox cars, and when she grew older, picked up racing magazines instead of teen ones. Ever since that day, Formula 1 consumed her. No matter how the other kids or her two younger sisters teased her for it, her love for the sport never tarnished.
She spent years getting up at 2 am to watch live races that were being held halfway around the world. Instead of going to her senior prom, Nesta stayed home and layed out her predictions for the season’s drivers and constructors championships. She didn’t know how to do anything half-ass. She poured her whole heart into the sport and devoted her life to it.
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Nesta spent her 24th birthday working. It wasn’t like she could request the day off, not that it mattered. The racetrack at Monaco was exactly where she would have been anyway, working or not.
A press pass got her through the first security checkpoint. The team tents loomed ahead as she waited for personnel to cross the unstriped asphalt, inching her car carefully through the throngs of people. She rolled her window down, soaking in the sound of air tools and snippets of conversations.
Street tracks like Monaco were her favorite. They required drivers to push themselves with plenty of technical corners and dramatic incidents. There was less room for error, as the tracks themselves were not as wide. Drivers had to know their limits and follow the racing line closely.
Race tracks were Nesta’s comfort zone. She knew each track on the calendar like the back of her hand. Every turn was permanently etched in her mind like words on a tombstone. Race weekends followed a set schedule, something that she could appreciate. Friday: practice laps. Saturday: more practice, followed by qualifying, where each driver got the chance to set the fastest lap and secure a spot in the starting line up for the main event on Sunday.
Before she had graduated college, Nesta had managed to fully entrench herself in the world of Formula 1. Securing an internship at ESPN her sophomore year, she had made herself indispensable to the crusty old man that had been the senior track side reporter for decades. She studied everything he did and the questions he asked each driver, noting what changes she would have made. Somehow, he came to admire her spirit and taught her the tricks of the trade.
When he retired the year after Nesta graduated, he went to the board of directors and personally recommended her to fill his spot. She waited two agonizing days for their decision.
Using whatever means necessary, Nesta had clawed her way to the top and cemented her reputation as the most cutthroat reporter in the industry. Her goal had been for everyone in motorsport to know her name, and in only two years, she had done so. Better yet, she had caught the eye of one of the fastest drivers on the grid.
Her phone rang just as she pulled into the press parking area. She answered, not bothering to check the caller ID. “Hello?”
Tomas’ velvety voice thundered through the speakers of her Civic. “Hey baby. You here yet?”
“Just pulled in,” She replied, touching up her makeup in the rearview.
“Right on time for a quickie. Meet me at my trailer in five.”
Tomas had already hung up before she had the chance to protest. Both their reputations hinged on their relationship staying secret. If the press caught wind that she was fucking a driver, her credibility would go out the window, and Tomas would be the laughing stock of the grid. So sneaking into his trailer wasn’t exactly the type of discreet she was aiming for.
Tomas Mandray had been racing for Red Bull for two years when she had scored her first exclusive interview with him. He had just been awarded pole position at the Spanish Grand Prix in Barcelona, and Nesta had sweet talked her way into the paddock. It had taken minutes for his charming blue eyes to enchant her. He had won that race, and taken her to bed straight after.
The sex was great, but that’s all it ever was. Their relationship was purely based on the physical; nothing emotional on either end. They had agreed on that from the start. Just sex.
Unfortunately for Nesta, somewhere along the way it had become something more.
Sighing, she put on her oversized sunglasses and hid her tawny hair under a gauzy scarf. The fashion wouldn’t stand out at all amongst the celebrities that frequented the Monaco Grand Prix. Going over the top here was expected; Monaco was known for its money. Due to the lack of income tax, Monaco was a haven for white collar delinquents and royalty alike. Lamborghini’s and Ferrari’s were commonplace, and women wore rings that could set a jewel thief up for life.
No one bothered her as she strode towards the pit checkpoint, flashing her press badge to get by. She fell into her usual cadence, exuding an air of importance and invincibility. Seemingly without realizing, people moved out of her way when they saw her coming. The navy, red, and yellow of the Redbull tent came into view, and Nesta inserted herself into the crowd of mechanics and VIPs to get past security. Press wasn’t allowed in the area until after the race.
Nesta broke away once inside, heading down a back corridor. She knew the layout by heart, having walked the path many times. The door at the end of the hall led outside to Tomas’ private trailer. She didn’t bother to knock before entering. Tomas would already be waiting for her.
He set down his phone as she entered. “Finally,” He said with a savage grin. “We only have a few minutes.”
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Tomas left as soon as he finished, donning his jumpsuit without so much as a kiss goodbye. Utterly used to the behavior, Nesta straightened her clothes and again touched up her makeup before heading back out.
She was scheduled to conduct a pre-race interview with Cassian Valle in the Mercedes tent in twenty minutes. Redbull and Mercedes were at opposite ends of the pit, giving her plenty of time to think.
Truthfully, Nesta was dreading the interaction. Cassian was an arrogant ass. She couldn’t stand interviewing him; all he did was skirt around questions and try to flirt, which made it incredibly difficult to get any headline-worthy tidbits from him.
Azriel Sainz, Cassian’s teammate at Mercedes, was much more amiable. He was mostly forgettable and quiet, but always gave her something to work with and was sometimes downright pleasant to talk to. She could understand why the public loved him, but not why they were so enamored with Cassian. Sure, he was a three time world champion, and that earned him plenty of fans, but he was just so… dreadful.
She made it to the Mercedes pit just minutes before the scheduled time, immediately spotting her tense cameraman, Jacob. Slim built, he was average looking, nothing special. He was sweet though, if not a bit of a pushover.
“Where the hell have you been?” He hissed, chocolate brown eyes wide. “Valle is waiting.”
Nesta rolled her eyes, handing Jacob her sunglasses and the scarf. “I’m here now, aren’t I? Not my fault if he was early.” Nesta accepted her microphone and rolled her shoulders. “Let’s get this over with then.”
“Happy birthday by the way,” Jacob added. Yes, there was the pushover side shining through.
Nesta threw a grin at him over her shoulder. “Thanks.”
Cassian’s back was to her as she approached, his white Mercedes jumpsuit half on, the arms of it cinched around his waist. The crisp gray shirt he wore left little to the imagination, hugging his sculpted form. Good; at least that would capture the attention of any women that might be watching. As would the deep brown curl that fell in his face when he turned to her.
“If it isn’t my very favorite reporter,” He crooned, a grin plastered on his face. “Took you long enough to get here. I also hear it’s your birthday.” Nesta glared at Jacob. He shrank under her steely look, an apology stumbling from his lips.
“I would give you a birthday kiss, but I think you’d knock me out if I offered.”
Nesta pointedly ignored him, “Let’s just get on with it,” She said, motioning to Jacob to start recording. Once he signaled he was ready, Nesta breathed deep, the sweet scent of high octane fuel assaulting her senses. It steadied her, and she slipped into her professional mask before turning to the camera.
“As we all know, the Monaco Grand Prix offers drivers a unique set of challenges. The two-mile street course has 19 technical corners with little room for error. It is in Monaco that we get to see who has what it takes to be a Formula 1 champion.” She turned to Cassian, gave him a professional smile and continued.
“Last year, you had a puncture at turn seven when you ran over some debris. Coupled with the fumble the pit crew had with not having your tires ready when you came into the pit, you finished a disappointing 12th place, winning you no points in the driver’s championship. Do you expect that this year will be better, or will you stick to your usual aggressive driving style?”
Cassian laughed, running a hand through his unbound curls. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be changing anything. You can expect to see me on the podium, sweetheart. Most likely in first.”
Nesta grit her teeth. She couldn’t air that, and he knew it. “How about you answer the question without trying to piss me off?”
“It’s too easy,” Cassian said, that devilish grin returning. Nesta cut him a glare that simmered with violence. “Alright fine,” He relented, putting his hands up. “Go again.”
She repeated her question, and this time he answered, “I don’t really see any need to change my driving style, what happened last year was a fluke. I went wide on the turn and didn’t notice Vanserra's front wing until the last second and wasn’t able to change course.” Nesta nodded, encouraging him to go on. “I don't see myself making any mistakes like that this year. You can expect to see me on the podium, most likely in first.”
“Thank you for that Cassian. Good luck on the track today.”
“Thank you,” He said, waving at the camera. He paused before adding, “Though I won’t need luck.”
Nesta rolled her eyes and signaled for Jacob to cut the recording. At least that last bit could be edited out. “You are absolutely insufferable, you know that?”
Cassian shrugged, undoing the arms of his fire suit and slipping into them. “I do my best.” He winked at her before zipping up his suit, opening his mouth to say something else when the Mercedes team principal, Rhysand, barked at him to get his ass in gear. He gave Nesta a wordless salute before jogging off.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Jacob said, packing up his camera. “That guy has balls.”
“He’s a Formula 1 driver,” Nesta said simply, putting her sunglasses back on. “Of course he does.”
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Nesta watched the 78 lap race from the press box, silently cheering Tomas on. Each time the pack of cars passed, the windows rattled, doing little to muffle the engine noise. She chatted with the others as necessary, keeping one eye on the tarmac below. Tomas had started from pole position, and held onto first place until the final 10 laps. He had attempted to lap an AlphaTauri driver when the driver had failed to yield, violating FIA regulations. The two had bumped tires in what was ruled a racing incident, but Nesta knew better. Tomas had lost his cool and nudged the other driver on purpose, nearly sending him into the wall.
It was a bad call on Tomas’ part, as the comfortable four second lead he had held over second place shattered. Nesta swore under her breath as Cassian overtook Tomas, her heart dropping when the other Mercedes driver, Azriel, did the same. Tomas would not be happy about that.
When the checkered flag waved, Cassian was first, Azriel second, and Tomas third. The winners parked before the podium, anger radiating from Tomas as he tore his helmet off. Tamlin, the Redbull team principal, said something to Tomas that had his cheeks burning red.
Nesta grabbed Jacob and headed for the press room. They had a half hour tops before the post-race interviews started, and Nesta had to make sure she was front row. Though it didn’t matter where she sat; she always made sure her questions were answered.
It was more so for Tomas. She wanted him to see her, to see the understanding on her face and know she supported him even when he didn't win.
They were first to the press room, and Nesta had ample time to prepare questions. She couldn’t question Tomas, or she risked uncapping his rage. Instead, she jotted down a question she knew would shift the focus from Tomas to the Mercedes drivers.
Reporters began filing in, vying for the perfect spot and debating the race results with one another. Nesta remained in her seat, determined to maintain her composure as her stomach churned. Tomas finally entered, jaw set as he took his place on the stage. Nesta tried to subtly catch his eye, but he pointedly avoided looking at her.
Cassian and Azriel entered, laughing and congratulating each other. Nesta noted the slight change in Tomas’ posture, the only hint of the blood boiling beneath his skin. Cameras flashed, reporters shouted, but still Nesta remained seated. Cassian, at least, sought her out in the crowd, and flashed her an ‘I-told-you-so’ grin when he found her. Once the clamor had died down, Nesta stood. The room quieted further, the others having learned not to talk over her if they valued their jobs. Nesta had a knack for digging up dirt on anyone she pleased.
Her eyes were still locked on Cassian as the moderator indicated she could ask her question.
“Azriel,” She started, turning to the dark haired man, “You were lucky you were able to take second in this race, after the incident in turn twelve on lap 27 when you sustained heavy damage to your front wing, thanks to the actions of your teammate. Does it ever get under your skin that Valle’s overly-aggressive driving threatens your own position in the championship?”
The room was silent. Tomas hid his grin behind a well-manicured hand. Cassian’s eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw fluttering. Good; she had hit a nerve. Azriel shrugged, crossing his arms.
“It was a racing incident. Could have happened to anyone. I don’t think the blame lays entirely with Cassian; I could have given him more room on the corner.”
And that was that. Nesta didn’t ask any more questions, but she could feel Cassian glaring at her throughout. At the end of the interview, all three drivers thanked everyone before leaving.
As Nesta made her way back to her car, she texted Tomas.
You okay?
Her heart pounded as she waited for the reply. Her phone buzzed minutes later.
I’ll be home late. Party at the Redbull house.
Oh. Okay. See you later then.
“Happy birthday to me,” She muttered, stuffing the phone in her pocket.
Nesta wasn’t sure why his reply stung, but it cut deep. She had hoped that he would want to see her instead of going to another party and spend time with her on her birthday. Instead, he would probably stick his tongue down another woman’s throat like usual. She couldn’t really blame him. Their relationship had to remain secret and to do so, Tomas had to maintain his playboy aura. It wasn’t really cheating if she had agreed to it.
But if that were true, why did it hurt so fucking bad when he did?
Some of her tension eased when she finally spied her car in the lot. The Blue Bullet, she had nicknamed it, due to the strikingly bright paint. It was the first purchase she had made upon being promoted, and it had since become her pride and joy. She had chosen it because it set lap records left and right when it had hit the market a few years back, and she had craved speed her whole life. On city streets, this car was the closest she could get to experiencing Formula 1 without completely breaking the bank.
“How about you don’t ask stupid fucking questions next time your prettyboy loses?”
Nesta’s breath hitched. Your prettyboy. The accusation was clear. Her hand slipped from the door handle, turning towards the voice. If he knew… If he knew about her and Tomas, they were done for. She willed her voice into solid steel.
“Cassian. I would advise you to choose your next words wisely.”
He placed a hand on her Civic, getting in her face. “Racing means you have racing incidents. I don’t expect you to understand, seeing as you’ve never been behind the wheel of a real race car.” He sneered at her car, the insult striking home.
Fear faded, replaced by a rising wave of scarlett rage. Nesta’s gaze stuck to where his hand lay on the bright blue paint, utterly vexed by the infringement. She bared her teeth at him, rising to the challenge in Cassian’s flaming hazel eyes.
“Get. Off.”
Cassian started at the command in her tone and obeyed. He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “Understanding the nuances of Formula 1 is my job description. I asked about that incident because I knew it would piss you off. Looks like I was right huh?” Her temper was getting the better of her. “And by the way, would it kill you to give me a decent quote once in a while, instead of always trying to get in my pants?”
“I do not-”
“Oh go fuck yourself,” Nesta scoffed, yanking the door open.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward as she slammed the car door. “I was already planning on it.”
Those parting words haunted her drive home, even as she took the long way in hopes of blowing off steam. She shifted through the gears, throwing the Civic around corners much faster than was probably safe. Nesta didn’t care; her head was a mess. At least he hadn’t mentioned anything more about Tomas. Maybe Cassian had just thought she had a crush, based on the way she had been looking at him during the conference. Gods, she couldn’t get Cassian out of her head.
His grin followed her up the stairs to her apartment, where she snapped the curtains shut. She couldn’t bear to look out over the track any longer today.
Those words echoed in her head as she brushed her teeth and crawled into bed alone. Swam through her thoughts of Tomas, as she struggled to keep her eyes open when the clock showed 1 am. As she finally gave in, they were her last thought.
I was already planning on it.
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I think it's been three days? Dunno, I don't keep track of day or night like I should lol but here's part three 😁 Next part up in five days so I can waste even more time before writing part six pft 😅 Thanks to all who interacted with the last post 😊🥰🤗
Word count: 3K. Lemme know if you'd like to tagged/removed 😊
Shoutout to @julesherondalex @verifiefangirl and @queen-of-glass for picking up on my fave paragraphs in the last part 😁😭 Can anyone do it again? Maybe I should make this a thing lol, shoutout to anyone who can find my faves. I think there are only two (or technically three?) this time 😅
Also, I'll prob put this up on AO3 this weekend, thanks to @acourtofcouture for reminding me 😊
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Ashes from the Deep
Part III
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Warmth soaked into Azriel as Elain poured a jug of water over his head. His throat loosened as that warmth fluttered through his body, pulsing against those frozen veins and humming under his skin. Goosebumps tickled his arms.
But it was nothing compared to the sheer bliss that rippled through him as her fingers delved into his hair. It was an effort to restrain the groan reaching through his throat, so he let out a light sigh instead. He didn't think it prudent for Elain to hear him moan under her care. She was so kind to do this for him; he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.
Two more jugs of water followed.
'Is that nice?' she asked, as though it could be anything but. It felt almost exactly like his mother's hands when she'd wash his hair in those so few minutes he was allowed to see her every week. Gentle and tender and pleasant.
He could fall asleep here if he weren't so aware of Elain in the room with him. Touching him. As it were, that warmth pulled deeper into him, loosing his muscles, thawing his bones.
'It is.' His voice sounded thick and he cleared his throat.
She was silent as her fingers worked, and after a minute or two, she rubbed soap into her hands. The scent of lavender filled the air. She massaged his scalp and lathered his locks, her touch so comforting it almost broke him.
Cauldron boil him, she was so much like his mother, right down to the scent of the soap she used. Her touch had just the right amounts of care and force as it worked across his scalp, relieving a knot of tension at the base of his skull.
His blood was now a soft thrum under his skin, that warmth guiding him further from consciousness, like he was wrapped in his shadows, safe from expectations, safe from judgement, safe from the world.
'Azriel?' came Elain's voice.
He jolted, eyes snapping open. 'Huh?'
She let out a light laugh. 'Your shadows are sort of hiding your head.'
Indeed, his shadows swirled around him, thickest by his eyes. 'Sorry,' he murmured, leashing them back in.
'Don't be. You can close your eyes again.'
As he did, he noted how soft her voice had been, the sombre touch to her words. She hadn't stepped away from his shadows. They must've been cold on her skin, but she'd made no comment. What did she think of them? It irked him not to know.
She continued her work, occasionally adding more water to his hair. Her fingertips rubbed his scalp, the cool night air touched with that lovely lavender.
Behind his closed eyelids, his mother smiled at him. Her smile was so sweet, so radiant and inviting, so homely that he wished he could freeze time to extend that one hour into eternity.
'You're so beautiful, my boy,' she whispered, her voice tender. Her arms were extended and he ran into them, savouring the comfort he found there. It was astonishing that he could experience this warmth after those long miserable days in that cell.
Those days. They often blended into each other, dark and dank as the cell itself. When he'd be taken to see his mother, light through the windows was painful as it pierced him. It was always too bright, the sun. Always too penetrating, like those rays sought him out to display all his wrongness - especially his shadows, a frenzied, wild and unchained beast before he learnt to control them. Terrible, dark magic not born of the Mother, his father constantly claimed.
And oh, how dark those shadows looked in the sunlight.
But then he'd be reunited with his mother, and her light was mellow. Soft like a caress, serene as sunset, always calming his hurricane of shadows. She bathed him in her light, let it wash over him with her smiles and kind words, ever flowing in their hours together.
He regretted most the little time he had with his mother growing up. Resented it, for it was neither of their faults. It was always too fast, that weekly hour, and when he was finally thrown in the Illyrian camps without a clue what his culture truly meant, it was eternities before he could see his mother again and bask in her soothing glow. Those times were long and cold, even with his found brothers by his side.
His mother's image faded into darkness as something soft touched his eye. 'Mother?' he rasped.
'No, it's Elain,' whispered Elain.
Elain? As he opened his eyes and blinked, his murky vision cleared and he found her staring down at him in her dim bathroom, brow creased. His shadows were everywhere but one of her hands held a fresh towel; the other hovered by his eye. He dispersed his shadows into clear air. What did she make of his address?
And was that salt he scented?
Cauldron, did he - did he cry?
'I asked you to lift your head but you'd fallen asleep,' Elain said. 'I didn't want to wake you, but we should dry your hair before you really go to sleep. Especially if you'll be going outside again. Although I would ask you to consider taking a guest room.' She frowned.
When had he fallen asleep? And how could it have been so sound a sleep that he didn't feel Elain finish? There must be magic in those fingertips of hers to relax him so deeply.
'Right,' he said, slowly sitting up. His neck was stiff and Elain reached behind to hold it as he pulled it forward. Water dripped down his temples, off his head, some drops pattering on the floor.
Elain patted his head with the towel, wiping his neck and forehead. She brushed wet strands away from his face, her focus so intent on his hair. He dropped his heavy head, and she gave the back a more thorough dry. A few minutes of ruffling his hair around, during which she pulled the towel from his neck, and she seemed satisfied. She raked her fingers through his hair, flattening the spiky mess he was sure sat atop his head, and a ripple of comfort descended through him. She discarded the towels on her bathtub.
As a thin breeze breathed over his wet head, he noticed the plants resting on small stools around the tub. How did he not see them earlier? Exhaustion, he supposed.
Blooms and vines overflowed their small pots, cascading down in bursts of bright colour. Three hanging baskets of what he smelled as rosemary lined the wall, wild green clusters of stems trailing over the edges and hiding the ivory stone behind. He wanted to touch all those soft petals and velveteen leaves, feel the depth of Elain's care through their touch.
He made to stand, but she held his shoulder. 'Wait,' she said. 'I want to clean your face, too.'
He'd forgotten about all the dirt she'd found there earlier.
She wet a cloth and knelt by his side, touching the cloth to his cheek, right above the gash that rogue Illyrian had opened earlier.
He winced, the skin tight where the mud had dried.
'Sorry,' she said softly, pausing.
With a smile, he gave her the same response she'd given him earlier: 'Don't be.'
Elain breathed a laugh and dipped her head. 'That cut does look very bad, though. I think I'll have to clean it with alcohol too.'
'Let's crack open that wine, then.'
She laughed again and blushed. 'Not tonight, Azriel.' And she patted his cheek again, rubbing off the dirt and blood.
The sound of his name on her tongue heated his blood. It wasn't that pleasant warmth as she'd washed his hair; no, this was something more charged. Something that settled his weariness into a quiet hum and left him a little more awake.
He drew in his shadows, sending them through his veins. The cool they delivered wasn't nearly enough to pacify his rising heartbeat. Not with Elain so close. If he moved forward just a few inches, there'd be no space left between them.
He didn't usually think of Elain like this. Think of the feel of her mouth on his.
He blamed the exhaustion, even as it hunkered down.
And - she was so lovely. And he was Azriel. He should be disgusted that he was here, letting her tend to him, making jokes with her, imagining them kissing. That was enough to tame his heart a while.
But Cauldron boil him. How would he sleep with his mind teeming with so much conflict. The dead girl and her family, his mother. Elain too now, whether he liked it or not. He'd hoped his physical fatigue would win over his crowded mind. That he'd get some proper rest and deal with all the rogue Illyrian troubles and whatever else later.
Apparently not this night.
As Elain stood and washed the cloth, he let out a deep breath through his nose, then shifted on the seat, hoping to put more space between them. Distance - even an inch - might be helpful.
Not that he'd make the first move.
He never did.
Elain knelt down again, wiping the cloth across his jawline, nose, cheek. He faced her to give her more access, but she kept her gaze intent everywhere except his eyes, as if cleaning his skin required her utmost focus.
Look at me, he almost said. With her so close to him, it was maddening not to share even an accidental glance.
She abruptly went to close the window, a heavier silence settling over the room, then moved to the cupboard by the door, pulling out a small bottle of alcohol. Her petite frame looked so delicate, yet a tautness relaxed from her body in the way her shoulders loosened. It was probably just her defence against the cold, though the temperature was nothing but mild to him.
She poured a few drops onto a clean cloth and took her place beside him. She cringed. 'This'll hurt.'
He smiled faintly. 'It's all right.' He doubted he'd even feel it.
She delicately touched the cloth to his cheekbone and he clenched his jaw, the alcohol harbouring more ire than he expected. Mother above, that was a deep cut.
Elain creased her brow and patted along the gash. 'Are you all right, Azriel?' Her voice was subdued.
The truth would be more painful to put out. 'I'm all right. Are you all right, Elain?'
'I'm fine.'
He doubted her just as she probably doubted him. The dark circles around her eyes were faint but still there. But theirs was a friendship of mutual respect and boundaries. If she didn't impose on his, he certainly wouldn't do so on hers.
But oh, how he wished she would feel comfortable enough to truly confide in him right now. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done so; he just needed to be patient. But he'd do anything to relieve the tension humming behind her eyes. From her manic visions, pain he knew lurked under her skin and in her mind, general exhaustion from keeping up appearances - he would swallow them all in his shadows and dispel them on the highest wind if it meant she would be all right.
They were silent as she finished up. When she washed the cloth, he turned in the seat and spoke. 'You can talk to me, Elain, whenever you need.'
She beamed at him and her eyes finally met his. 'I know.'
He stood, holding her gaze. Something was very off about that smile.
Her hands fiddled to turn off the tap, the cloth falling from limp fingers. Her body faced his, and her smile fell, brows rising slightly. She cleared her throat. 'We should go downstairs to the fireplace. It'll be warmer there.'
In an instant, they were wrapped in shadows, her wrist in his hand, and the great living room came into view. A thin sheet of moonlight through the windows was the only illumination. Just as their feet found the floor, Elain bent to put three logs into the fireplace, lighting them after a few tries. 'Those shadows are quite convenient at times, aren't they?' she said.
He huffed a laugh and rested a forearm against the mantelpiece, crossing a leg over the other. 'They can be.'
The blaze flared out and she stepped back, looking up at him through that shadowy amber glow. 'Just a few minutes now and we'll be warm.'
Her eyes didn't leave his. And how stunning they were, soft and subtle in the dim light. The brown looked richer among the warm tones of the fire, something like dark chocolate - or rosewood, perhaps, with a mahogany undertone.
'I think you'll need a bandage for that wound,' she said.
'I'll be fine without it.'
'It's quite deep.'
'Not a match for my Illyrian healing.' He smirked, trying to relieve whatever pressure thrummed in the air between them. He hadn't even noticed it come; one moment the air was clear, the next it was pulsing a steady beat. What the hell was this? Did she feel it too? He wished his shadows would just devour the tension, if only to reduce his own shame.
Her eyes flicked to his wings behind him, and they rustled, spreading a bit. He straightened. The heat in his blood turned to a simmer and he knew in his bones it had nothing to do with the fire. Why couldn't he control this? She met his eyes again.
He'd wanted to see her eyes on his, but now they were just too focused, and if she didn't stop looking at him like this, like she could see the blood beginning to bubble beneath his skin -
She cleared her throat and scanned his face, likely checking she hadn't missed anything. 'Oh,' she said, raising a finger to his temple.
Her touch on his skin sent his blood boiling. His heart was pounding a loud rhythm and because his mind was so muddled from the fight and the blood and his childhood somehow entering his conscience, and the lines between the past and the present were so blurred tonight, and this heat was just searing - he grasped Elain's wrist where it hovered by his face.
Her breath hitched, eyes snapping to his.
This was wrong, this was so utterly wrong, but he couldn't let go. What had he done?
She stared at him, through him. 'I can hear your heartbeat,' she choked out.
Through the crackling fire, she could hear him.
He was silent. His body tensed.
'And it's a beautiful sound.'
His pulse spiked like his heart sang out to her, called her name. Did she - could she - feel the same as he?
'You're beautiful, too,' he breathed.
The air was stifling. Cursed flames. Every thought in his head narrowed to the girl before him. Her eyes glistened.
He wasn't sure he was breathing.
Was she?
Her eyes swept his face. They stopped at his lips.
'Are you going to kiss me?' she whispered.
So focused on her plump, rosy lips, he almost didn't hear the hiss of a log as it tumbled further into the fire. His throat bobbed. Maybe - just maybe this could be okay. Maybe if she wanted it as much as he did, he could put aside his own self-loathing for a moment. Elain was different, an essence of light in and of herself. Her core radiated brilliance; it'd take more than just a few of his shadows to snuff out her glow.
And damn the consequences anyway. The Azriel of later would deal with them. If he didn't burn alive here first.
He swallowed. 'Only if you want me to.'
'Yes.'
His chest tightened at the resolve in her tone. Yearning and compunction warred within. He craved her touch, yet disgrace corded his heart. How could he even think this could be fine? She would be poisoned, made impure by his mouth.
'I know what you're thinking,' she said, 'and I want you to know I trust you, Azriel. You will do me no harm. You couldn't.'
She trusted him. He wasn't sure why, but she trusted him. What could he give in return? His scars? He lowered his gaze, her wrist still soft in his hand. He felt his arm move like a dead weight, but it was only the feel of her thumb on his brow, smoothing out the crease there, that mollified him, that unravelled and burned away that cord of disgrace. He released a long breath.
'I trust you, Azriel. So kiss me.'
And it was the clarity in her voice, the pure stability that had him leaning down - slowly, so slowly. Doubt flickered along his bones but he couldn't savour the anticipation enough. This moment would change their path for ever.
His heart thundered with every inch he yielded, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek, fingers setting so perfectly over the delicate plane of her face. Her breath stilled when he was but a whisper from her mouth, and he paused.
Her floral scent fanned him, melding with the smokiness of the flames. Was that datura he smelled? Those exquisite flowers he loved so much, with their large petals curling off in tapered tips so like his own shadows. The first memory he had of them, that conversation where Elain had grabbed his wrist.
He was still holding hers now.
Her doe eyes were so steady on his. 'Kiss me,' she murmured.
He closed his eyes and removed the space between them.
So much for never making the first move.
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From Blood and Ash + Serpent & Dove Fic Rec!!!
From Blood and Ash
A Joining of Skin and Souls by Pbroken- Poppy Balfour/Casteel Da’Neer/Kieran Contou, 1 Chapter, Explicit (Set During Chapter 43 of A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire in the Mist of the Skotos Mountains, Everything You Hope the Joining Scene Will Be If We Get One)
Freedom I’ve Been Looking For by filthymouthedslut- Poppy Balfour/Casteel Da’Neer, 1 Chapter, Teen and Up (Chapter 37 of From Blood and Ash Retold From Casteel’s POV)
Inappropriate by thesurielships- Poppy Balfour/Casteel Da’Neer, 1 Chapter, Teen and Up (Regency AU, Sneaking Away From A Ball For Some Good Old Fashioned Fluff)
My Undoing by sumnawaz- Poppy Balfour/Hawke Flynn & Poppy Balfour/Casteel Da’neer, 1 Chapter, Teen and Up (Alternate Ending of Chapter 25 of From Blood and Ash, Where the Attack Never Happens on the Night of the Rite)
Through His Eyes by sumnawaz- Poppy Balfour/Hawke Flynn & Poppy Balfour/Casteel Da’neer, 1 Chapter, Teen and Up (Three From Blood and Ash Scenes From Hawke Flynn’s POV)
Preferred Throne by sumnawaz- Poppy Balfour/Casteel Da’Neer, 1 Chapter, Mature (Basically Just Shameless King and Queen of Atlantia Smut)
Serpent & Dove
Atop the Soleil et Lune by MercuryPetals- Lou le Blanc/Reid Diggory, 1 Chapter, Explicit (Reid’s POV of the Soleil et Lune Rooftop Scene in Chapter 27: Where You Go )
Give You My Wild, Give You A Child- Lou le Blanc/Reid Diggory, 3 Chapters, Explicit (Non-Cannon Events in Serpent & Dove, Unplanned Pregnancy, Secrets, Fluff)
Release by azriels- Lou le Blanc/Reid Diggory, 1 Chapter, Explicit (Post/End of Serpent & Dove, Girl It’s Raining But Lou and Reid Won’t Let That Get In Their Way)
Slow Hands by Rhysanoodle- Lou le Blanc/Reid Diggory, 1 Chapter, Explicit (Alternate Ending, What Chapter 24: A Question of Pride Could Have Been, Sharing a Bed)
Still Alive by Rhysanoodle- Lou le Blanc/Reid Diggory, 1 Chapter, Explicit (Post Serpent & Dove, Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Definitely End of Book Spoiler Alert)
Wife by thebluemartini- Lou le Blanc/Reid Diggory, 1 Chapter, Teen and Up (Fluffy Moment, Slightly Inspired by the Ending Scene of 2005′s Pride & Prejudice)
#fic rec#from blood and ash#a kingdom of flesh and fire#the crown of gilded bones#serpent & dove#serpent and dove#blood & honey#blood and honey#gods & monsters#gods and monsters#serpent and dove series#serpent & dove trilogy#blood and ash series#blood and ash#fbaa#acourtofcouture
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alsoooo I’m not saying you can find a free ebook of acosf linked here but I’m also not, not saying that
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Officially just finished A Court of Silver Flames. It was 100% worth not sleeping at all last night I’m not sure how I managed to read the whole thing in 6 hours but oh well
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ACOTAR Fic Rec- The Tropes You Know and Love!
Enemies to Lovers
Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You by kay_emm_gee- Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, 5 Chapters, Teen and Up Audiences
I Put A Spell On You by inkedstarlight- Nesta Archeron/Cassian, 1 Chapter, Mature
The Thief and the Soldier by AvoidingAverage- Kallias/Viviane, 61 Chapters, Mature
Ongoing! Winds of Fire by acciowests- Feysand’s Son/Tamlin’s Daughter, 27/55 Chapters, Mature
Friends to Lovers
Haste by Dawninlatin- Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, 1 Chapter, Explicit
Secret Kisses and Broken Dreams by wingsofanillyrian- Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, 2 Chapters, Mature
Under the Stars by rowanismybae- Nesta Archeron/Cassian, 1 Chapter, Mature
What We Do in the Shadows by Rhysanoodle- Elain Archeron/Azriel, 1 Chapter, Mature
Oh My God, They Were Roommates
A Beautiful Mess by Rhysanoodle- Elain Archeron/Azriel, 1 Chapter, Mature
A Touch of Sugar by illyrianwitchling- Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, 1 Chapter, Mature
And They Were Roommates by inkedstarlight- Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, 2 Chapters, Mature
Sleepover by Kremlin- Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, 3 Chapters, Not Rated
There’s Only One Bed
As Long As You Love Me by nightcourthighlordrhysand- Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, 1 Chapter, Mature
In the Moonlight, Calling Out by ABookAndACoffee- Azriel/Morrigan, 1 Chapter, Explicit
Sharp as Glass and Twice as Bright by Valamerys- Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, 2 Chapters, Explicit
The Cabin by rosehallshadowsinger- Elain Archeron/Azriel, 1 Chapter, Teen and Up
#fic rec#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#enemies to lovers#friends to lovers#there's only one bed#roommates#oh my god they were roommates#they were roommates#acourtofcouture
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New Additions To Book Series You Should Keep An Eye Out For in 2021!
Released! The Conjurer (The Vine Witch, #3) by Luanne G. Smith- Tuesday, January 12th
Released! A Vow So Bold and Deadly (The Cursebreakers, #3) by Brigid Kemmerer- Tuesday, January 19th
Released! The Mask Falling (The Bone Season, #4) by Samantha Shannon- Tuesday, January 26th
Released! All the Tides of Fates (All the Stars and Teeth Duology, #2) by Adalyn Grace- Tuesday, February 2nd
Released! Beneath the Keep: A Novel of the Tearling (The Queen of the Tearling, #4) by Erika Johansen- Tuesday, February 2nd
Released! A Court of Silver Flames (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #5) by Sarah J. Maas- Tuesday, February 16th
Released! The Jade Bones (The Age of the Seventh Sun Series, #2) by Lani Forbes- Tuesday, February 16th
Rule of Wolves (King of Scars Duology, #2) by Leigh Bardugo- Tuesday, March 30
The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and Ash Series, #3) by Jennifer L. Armentrout- Tuesday, April 20th
The Dragon and the Queen (The Raven and the Dove, #3) by Kaitlyn Davis- Sunday, June 21st
Gods & Monsters (Serpent & Dove, #3) by Shelby Mahurin- August 3rd
Kingdom of the Cursed (Kingdom of the Wicked, #2) by Kerri Maniscalco- October 5th
A Dance with the Fae Rogue (Married to Magic, #2) by Elise Kova- Wednesday, November 3rd
#acourtofcouture#the vine witch#the cursebreakers#the bone season#all the stars and teeth#the queen of the tearling#a court of thorns and roses#the age of the seventh sun#the seventh sun#king of scars duology#blood and ash series#the raven and the dove#serpent & dove#serpent and dove#married to magic
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Miscellaneous Masterlist
A Curse So Dark and Lonely
An Insider’s Guide to A Curse So Dark and Lonely: Ironrose Castle- 1, 2
An Insider’s Guide to A Curse So Dark and Lonely: Map of Emberfal- 1
Lia Mara, Princess of Syhl Shallow- 1, 2, 3, 4
Princess Harper of Disi- 1, 2, 3
A Deal with the Elf King
A Deal with the Elf King: Luella’s Labradorite Ring- 1
A Deal with the Elf King: Luella, the Human Queen + Eldas, the Elf King- 1
A Deal with the Elf King: Map of Midscape- 1
A Deal with the Elf King Moodboard
A Deal with the Elf King: the Crown of the Elf King- 1
A Deal with the Elf King: the Diadem of the Human Queens- 1, 2
A Deal with the Elf King: the Forest of the Fade- 1
A Deal with the Elf King: the Palace of the Elf King and the Human Queen in Quinnar- 1
A Deal with the Elf King: the Queen’s Cottage- 1, 2
A Deal with the Elf King: Quinnar, the City of the Elves- 1
Eldas of Lafaire, the Elf King- 1
Luella, the Human Queen- 1, 2
All the Stars and Teeth
An Insider’s Guide to All the Stars and Teeth: Map of the Island Kingdom of Visidia- 1
Amora Montara, Princess of Visidia and High Animancer- 1, 2
Avatar: the Last Airbender + the Legend of Korra
An Insider’s Guide to Avatar- Asami Sato + Korra: Asami’s Wedding Dress- 1
An Insider’s Guide to Avatar- Asami Sato + Korra: Korra’s Wedding Dress- 1
An Insider’s Guide to Avatar: the Fire Nation- 1
An Insider’s Guide to Avatar: the Water Tribe- 1
Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation- 1
Korra- 1
Modern AU x Avatar- the Last Airbender: Katara- 1
Modern AU x Avatar- the Last Airbender: Mai- 1
Modern AU x Avatar- the Last Airbender: Prince Zuko- 1
Ty Lee- 1
Red Queen
An Insider’s Guide to Red Queen: Map of the Kingdom of Norta- 1
Evangeline Samos- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
The Gilded Wolves
Laila, L’Enigme- 1
The Raven and the Dove
An Insider’s Guide to the Raven and the Dove: Map of the World Above- 1
Lyana, Princess of the House of Peace- 1, 2
The Shadowhunter Chronicles
An Insider’s Guide to the Shadowhunter Chronicles: the Fairchild Manor in Idris- 1
An Insider’s Guide to the Shadowhunter Chronicles: the Lightwood Manor in Idris- 1
An Insider’s Guide to the Shadowhunter Chronicles: Three Arrows Farm- 1
An Insider’s Guide to the Shadowhunter Chronicles: the Wayland Manor in Idris- 1
Clary Fray- 1, 2
Isabelle Lightwood- 1, 2
The Shadows Between Us
Alessandra Stathos- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Kallias Maheras, the Shadow King- 1, 2
The Shadows Between Us
The Shadows Between Us: Alessandra’s Engagement Ring From Kallias- 1
The Shadows Between Us: Alessandra’s Engagement Ring From Myron- 1
The Shadows Between Us: Alessandra’s Dagger- 1
The Shadows Between Us: The Crown of Alessandra Maheras, Queen of Naxos- 1
The Shadows Between Us: the Masis Estate, Alessandra’s Childhood Home- 1
The Shadows Between Us: the Shadow King’s Crown- 1
The Shadows Between Us: the Shadow King’s Palace- 1, 2
The Vine Witch
Elena Boureanu, the Vine Witch of Château Renard- 1
The Wrath & the Dawn
An Insider’s Guide to The Wrath & the Dawn: Map of the Kingdoms of Khorasan and Parthia- 1
An Insider’s Guide to the Wrath & the Dawn: the Palace of the Caliph of Khorasan- 1
Shahrzad al-Khayzuran, Calipha of Khorasan- 1, 2, 3
The Queen of the Tearling
An Insider’s Guide to the Queen of the Tearling: Map of the Tearling, Mortmesne and Cadare- 1
Kelsea Glynn, Queen of the Tearling- 1, 2
The Tear Crown- 1
The Tear Sapphires- 1
#miscellaneous masterlist#masterlists#a curse so dark and lonely#a deal with the elf king#all the stars and teeth#avatar#avatar the last airbender#avatar the legend of korra#red queen#the raven and the dove#the shadowhunter chronicles#shadowhunters#the shadows between us#the vine witch#the wrath and the dawn#the wrath & the dawn#the queen of the tearling#acourtofcouture
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A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist- Characters
Characters
Alis- 1, 2, 3, 4
Amarantha, High Queen of Prythian- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Amren, Second in Commander to the High Lord and High Lady of Night- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Amren at the Summer Court- 1, 2, 3, 4
Azriel, Spymaster of the Night Court- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Cassian, Commander of the Night Court- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Cassian, Commander of the Night Court // Azriel, Spymaster of the Night Court- 1
Cresseida, Princess of Adriata- 1, 2
Elain Archeron- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Elain and Nesta Archeron- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 , 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Feyre at Starfall- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Feyre at the Court of Nightmares- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Feyre at the Spring Court- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Feyre at the Summer Court- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Feyre in Velaris- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Feyre Under the Mountain- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Ianthe, High Priestess to the Spring Court- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Lucien Vanserra- 1, 2, 3, 4
Miryam, Lady of Cretea- 1
Morrigan- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Morrigan in Velaris- 1
Nephelle, the Best of the Seraphim Warriors- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Nesta Archeron- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Nesta Archeron, Death Incarnate- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Nuala and Cerridwen- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Stryga, the Weaver of the Wood- 1, 2, 3
Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court- 1
Tarquin, High Lord of the Summer Court- 1
The Archeron Sisters- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, for more...
The Brothers of Night- 1
The Ladies of the Night Court- 1
Varian, Prince of Adriata- 1
Viviane, Lady of the Winter Court- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#a court of frost and starlight#a court of silver flames#acotar#masterlists#acourtofcouture
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