Walkashame - Elriel Fanfic part 2
So, I wrote the part one named Bon Appetit here and this is the second part.
Enjoy!
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Elain woke up with the sun on her face. She was cuddled on Azriel and she heard his peaceful heartbeat. She smiled to herself. She never woke up as happy as she felt that moment.
Her stomach roared. Suddenly she remembered she was supposed to be at her own bedroom, going for breakfast with the rest of her friends.
Shit. She stood up and went to get her dress. As she put it on, she heard Az wake up.
“Good morning, El.” He said with his voice dripping sleep. She looked at him and regretted: he was naked tangled in the sheets with his hair a mess. She almost jumped back in bed with him. Almost.
“Morning, Az. Shit. I’m late. I overslept.”
He chuckled. “So?” he asked sitting up.
“So, our friends will be down for breakfast soon, and if they see us, they’ll annoy the shit out of us and ask questions we do not have answers for yet.” She said putting on her shoes.
She looked at him and he was smiling lazily. “What?” She asked.
“You look so beautiful when you wake up.” She blushed and hopped on the bed to kiss him quickly. When she withdraws, he growled in protest and she chuckled.
“Soon enough will be together again, Az. Don’t be a baby.” She blew a kiss while opening the door. Before she closed it, she whispered “See you downstairs, love.”
She walked on her tiptoes, but fast and notices her shoes are too noisy. So she removes then and continues to walk until she reaches the stairs and listen to her friends already in the dining room.
She cursed vigorously without making a sound and scowled herself for sleeping so much. And then cursed Azriel for outwearing her. Not that he could take full responsibility on it, but anyway.
Since there was no other way to go to her bedroom without going downstairs, she decided to put on her innocent face and she straightened her shoulders and went down like nothing happened.
“Elain! You’re finally up! Are you feeling better?” Feyre asked smiling.
“Better? What you mean?” She asked truly intrigued.
“Well, since you ditched desert and went to your room after dinner last night, I though you weren’t feeling well…” She narrowed her eyes at her. Shit. “Why are you wearing the same dress as last night?”
Here we go Elain thought..
“I – uh…” She tried to find the words but Nesta cut her off.
“Why is your dress inside out?” She looked down at her dress and fuck! How did she not noticed this?
“Why are you holding your shoes?” Feyre asked again and Elain saw Cassian’s eyes widen and his mouth turned into a grin. Fuck.
“Why is your hair a total mess?” Nesta asked and Rhys’ eyes shot to the stairs with a puzzled look and then turned to her, his face mirroring Cassian’s. Double fuck.
“Is that a hickey?” Feyre’s voice was pitched by now and Nesta gapped in confusion. Mor laughed.
“She’s doing the Walk of Shame. Just let her go, for Cauldron’s sake.” And Cassian chuckled wiggling his brows.
“Walk of shame?! What the hell is that?” Nesta asked Mor and Feyre’s face lit up with the sudden realization or maybe Rhys told her through the bond.
“The Walk of Shame is when usually someone goes back home after a one-night stand. The only difference here is that Elain is going to her bedroom and not her house. Nesta, don’t look like you’ve never done that.” Mor shot her an incredulous look.
“I’ve never done that!” Nesta snapped back at her.
“Really?” Mor said sarcastically.
“Trust me Mor, she’s never done that. She is a saint. Her first one was Cassian.” Feyre answered for Nesta and Cassian kissed his mate’s cheek.
“You, on the other hand…” Nesta said pointing her finger to Feyre.
“Yes, I did it. Not like Elain is doing right now, but I did. And I’m not ashamed. And you shouldn’t be either Elain.” Every time Feyre brought up the matter, she wanted to crawl and die. Thankfully, no one had said a word with who she was with. Not yet, anuway.
“The question now is who is he.” Nesta said and Mor rolled her eyes. Amren scoffed. Nesta was trying to put the pieces together. “We know that Fox Boy isn’t here… actually the only one that spent the night here as well was… HOLY SHIT ELAIN!” She stood up her chin almost touching the floor in surprise.
“Will you stop that!” Elain pleaded. Feyre stood up and came to her side pulling Nesta along; giant grins on their faces.
“We need to talk. Now.” And she pushed me towards the hall to her bedroom; the other ones laughing on the table.
When we reached the bedroom, Elain barely had time to close the door before Feyre started to talk.
“Nesta, prepare a bath for her.” Nesta nodded and went to the bathroom turning on the water of the bathtub. When she was back, Feyre continued. “We have one question.”
“Is it true about his wingspan?” Nesta asked immediately. This could not be happening.
“Ok, we have two questions, then.” Nesta chuckled sitting on the edge of her bed. “Are you happy?” Feyre asked holding Elain’s hand, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She didn’t have to think twice to answer that.
“I am. The happiest I’ve ever been so far.” They both smiled and Feyre squeezed her hand. She turned to Nesta. “And also yes. The rumors are true.” She blushed and Nesta laughed.
“No way he’s bigger than Cassian.” She said, a malicious smile playing on her lips.
“Rhys can beat the crap out of their wingspan, sisters.” Feyre retorted and Elain laughed.
“Say whatever you want. We’ll only know if we get a measuring tape.” They both seemed to think about it and Elain started to undress for her bath.
“Elain, what the fuck?” Nesta stood up shocked looking at her body. When she looked down, she saw the reason why she was so scandalized: her body was filled with hickeys and marks from Az’s fingers. She blushed and Feyre laughed.
“I would never take that he was a saint, but not rough like that.” She chuckled nodding. “Nice pick El.” She raised her hand and Elain hit it.
She went for the bathroom and got in the tub. The water was hot and delicious. They showed up at the bathroom door.
“What about Lucien?” Nesta asked finally. Took them long enough to ask.
“I’m going to talk to Az about everything. We agreed to talk after breakfast, in secret. After we decided if we are going to try being a couple, I’d talk to Lucien. And no, I still haven’t decided if I’m going to accept the mating bond.”
“Was Azriel better?” Feyre asked shyly but curious.
She bit her lip and smiled remembering the night before. “Oh yeah. Lucien was… good. But Azriel -” I sighed nodding and they smiled.
“Illyrians. They know how to bed a girl properly.” Feyre said smugly.
“With that I agree.” Nesta said and we laughed.
They actually made Elain tell everything that happened while she bathed and changed. When they went back to the dining room, they were laughing about some book related thing.
Elain felt the silence and tension before she could see the others, and apparently her sisters felt it too, since they both shut right before the door. And Elain noticed why shortly after they went in.
Lucien was sited at the table with the others. Her gaze went straight for Azriel that was only one sit away from Lucien and he smiled softly. She felt her insides twist.
“Finally! Took you long enough. I was about to starve waiting for the three of you!” He said playfully, but his tone also held something like sarcasm. Great.
The only sit left for her was between Azriel and Lucien. This day just kept getting better.
“Weird seeing you here today Lucien. We weren’t expecting you.” Feyre said politely and placed a kiss on his head. She then left to sit beside her own mate. Elain wanted to kiss her for trying to act like nothing happened.
“Oh, well, I just felt like I had to come over today. You see, last night, I received the most intriguing emotions, thoughts and images from Elain through the bond. I just decided to show up and ask what was that about.” He turned his head towards her; his eyes cold and his expression severe.
“Oh fuck.” Amren whispered. Elain blushed.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I had no idea I was sending you anything.” She said flatly and grabbed a bread and jam. Azriel was still as a statue beside her.
“Well, you did. At first you sent some sort of excitement and I thought ‘hm, what is she up to?’ and waited. Then I felt your desire and I thought that maybe you were trying to reach me, tell me you needed help with your… needs. Then I saw the shadowsinger enter the room.”
“He has a name, Lucien.” She cut him off and he ignored her.
“Next thing I felt was lust, and overwhelming feelings of an orgasm.” He went on and she started to get severely angry.
“That’s enough Lucien.” Azriel said, his thunder voice echoing the room.
“He speaks! Tell me shadowsinger, how was it for you to go after my mate and fuck her?” He spat and Azriel stood up, murderous look in his eyes. Cassian stood as well and Amren narrowed her eyes at Lucien. Rhys and Feyre also stood up, analyzing the situation between them.
“Don’t you dare talk like about her.” Azriel said. His voice filled with rage.
“I was talking to you.” Lucien retorted.
“You made her sound like a whore.” Az shot back.
“Well…” Lucien started but Azriel growled in warning.
“Don’t finish that sentence Lucien.” Cassian said defensively. Nesta growled, despise dripping form her eyes.
“Lucien, please stop that. You’re being immature. And I was the one who looked for him. I went to his bedroom; I seduced him.” Elain said, trying to manage her anger.
“Immature Elain? You’re my mate! How should I act when my mate decides to fuck some random male? And glad to see you haven’t enjoyed our sex since you had to go after some Illyrian to satisfy your needs.” He stood up abruptly and the chair fell back with a loud noise.
“You were the one who said our sex was mediocre, so don’t put that blame on me. We’re not mated, Lucien. Who I sleep with or what I do with my body it’s not of your concern.” Elain said without raising her voice.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot that. So tell me Elain, you decided to reject the bond before or after you fucked the Shadowsinger?” He shouted and Elain felt her body tremble in rage.
“Lucien, you’re a dear friend of mine, but I’ll not tolerate you talking to my sister like that in my own House.” Feyre said. He laughed bitterly and was about to give Feyre a bitter retort when Elain stood up, her body trembling with rage.
“You know what Lucien? I thought you were different from the Autumn Court males. Better than Tamlin, even. But Apparently I was wrong. You think I’m some sort of property of yours. Which I’m not, by the way. I wanted to know you before I made my decision. And now, I see you’re no better than them. And I just made my mind: I do not want to be your mate, not when you’re so – so stupid and possessive. I’m not going to be mated to a male who think he owns me.” He took a step back like she had punched him on the face.
“Elain -” He looked like he came to his senses, but she didn’t care. She left the table and went to her own bedroom.
Tears rolled down her face and she hated every single one of them. He was so stupid, how could he be so mean and bitter?
She laid down her bed and let the tears come. How could some sort of weird fate drawn by the Cauldron or whatever gods mated the two of them? She thought he was better than that. How could she be so wrong?
After what could have been hours or just minutes, she heard a soft knock and Azriel’s head popped up shortly after it.
“Can I come in?” She nodded and he stepped in. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her and stroke her hair.
“That was quite a show. And right after you left, he came to his senses and apologized to us all.” He said and she frowned.
“So?” She asked; her voice hoarse from crying.
“So, he wants to apologize to you too. You see, males are very, very, very protective of their mates, whether their formally mated or not. Some sort primal instinct and all that. I’m not saying he was right, but I get it.” He shrugged.
“You’d never do that.” She stated. He smiled.
“Yes, but we’re different Elain. You can’t expect us to act the same way. Even my brothers and I are different.” She nodded but didn’t seem convinced.
“Did he apologize to you?”
He laughed. “Yes, El, he did. He even called me by my own name.” She seemed to feel better at that. “He’s waiting for you down there.” He gave her a wise smile and she sighed.
“Will you come with me?” she asked with a pout and he chuckled.
“I will. But I’ll let the two of you talk alone first.” She started to say something but he cut her off. “And no whining. Don’t worry, I’ll be in the next room, listening to every word in case you need me.” He leaned and kissed her on the lips.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
They walked together holding hands until they reached the balcony where Lucien stood. He was talking to Feyre and when she saw Elain, she leaned to him and kissed his cheek and when she crossed her sister, she gave a small knowing smile and left with Azriel.
“You wanted to talk to me?” She said with her arms crossed on her chest. She was mad, but not as before.
“I’m sorry Elain. I lost my mind and – you’re right. I’m not better than them.” He leaned over the rail of the balcony and let go a sigh. “I always had a hard time at love and I don’t know what happened. When I felt how happy you were with him I lost my shit. The thought that the woman that was supposed to love me, be my equal in every way choosing another male… that made me feel so sad, so depressed, so unworthy.”
She stepped towards him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulders. He looked at her with sad eyes.
“I was mad. I should never have said the things I said to you. If he makes you happy, El, then you should be with him. Azriel is a nice male. One of the best I’ve ever known.” He chuckled to himself. “Those Illyrians truly are the best ones ever. Damn, I’d choose them as well.” He nodded still chuckling.
“Hey, You’re a great guy too, Lucien. And don’t you dare say you’re not. You are. And I was just being stupid to compare you with those awful males. You’re better than them. And I still wish to be your friend. I’m just not sure if we’re good as mates. And you have no idea how I wished I was in love with you, but I’m not. I’m sorry.” He smiled gently at her and the wind blew his gorgeous red hair. He was handsome and that golden eye was certainly a charm. But still…
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m not in love with you either El. And that makes my reaction even more pathetic, I know.” She laughed and he just couldn’t help to take her hand in his. “You deserve to be happy, you know.” He said with his thumb stroking her hand.
“You too Lucien.” She said and he blushed, looking away. “What?” She asked and he looked back at her.
“I met someone. Nothing happened, but I think she likes me. I mean, who wouldn’t?” She laughed and smacked his shoulders. “Now that things are settled between us, maybe I should give it a try, you know?” He had a shy smile on his lips and a light on his eyes.
“Go for it. And try not to burn her with your firedick.” She wiggled her brows and he burst into laughter.
“I honestly have no idea why we didn’t match on the bedroom. I’m usually a master in the sex!” She laughed again and he followed her. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. Always.” She said and he looked around before whispering.
“Is it true? About the wingspan, I mean.” She laughed so hard that her head fell back and she felt her stomach ache.
“Are you serious?” She asked and he nodded. She sighed. “You’re all insufferable.” He raised a brow inquisitively. “Yes. It’s true.”
He cursed. “There’s no way I can compete with that.” She laughed again and he hugged her.
“I’m glad I met you Lucien.” She let his hair tickle her face and she truly felt happy to know him.
“I’m glad I met you too Elain. You’re the best of the Archeron sisters. Please don’t tell Feyre that.” He said and she laughed.
“Too late for that, prick. Maybe you should be quieter.” Feyre scowled. When they broke the hug, they saw a very pissed Feyre leaning against her mate that was trying very hard not to laugh.
“Sorry. I’ll try harder next time.” He said, hands on his pockets. He was walking too much with those Illyrians. “I have to go back to the Day Court, so…”
“Stay for dinner?” Elain asked and when he thought of refusing, Feyre said they’d be happy if he stayed so he agreed.
Azriel showed up a few seconds later and hugged Elain from behind.
“Just make her happy okay? And if you ever hurt her, Azriel, I’ll gut you and feed your balls to the hounds.” Lucien said to Azriel that smiled and nodded.
“Trust me Lucien, if I ever do hurt her, I’ll do it myself.” Lucien seemed pleased with that.
“Okay, that’s enough. What you say about go sightseeing?” Azriel nodded and she turned to Lucien who was surprised to see her wanting his company and smiled nodding.
As they walked on the streets of Velaris, she thought that now her eternal life got better: her mate turned into her friend and her friend turned to her lover and soulmate. Maybe being drowned in that gods-damned Cauldron wasn’t so bad after all.
