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Sub Azriel, dom Elain 🤭

🎨: ruisfree

Commissioned by me

#elriel #oh my god YES #so hot!

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Pregnant Elriel on Solstice featuring their adopted son, Kaden. ❄🎄✨

This idea came to life based off my Oh Baby AU. While this is a different version of the AU, we couldn’t help but think of the possibilities of Elain and Azriel building a family together, whether that is through conception, adoption, or anything in between.

We are so excited to bring this idea to life, and there wasn’t anybody else who could’ve made this artwork as gorgeous as it is than luxury_banshee. She was incredible to work with and her style never disappoints. The moment she showed us the first glimpse, we all fell in love. Thank you, lovely, for this stunning piece. It’s better than imagined! 💕❄️🎄

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Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

#elriel art #so pretty!

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"𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆."

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✨Solstice Elriel✨

Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

Silence again.

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys joined him, the former grabbing the glass bottle from Azriel’s hand and examining it. “Brilliant,” Cassian said.

Elain smiled again, ducking her head.

Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

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🎨 Art by @aurithemoon

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"and there she was."

Azriel:

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Happy First Sunday of Advent!

for solstice prompts: elain babysitting while everyone (-az) go to the court of nightmares for solstice celebrations or something, and az comes back from a mission to see her playing with nyx and he just can't help imagining her with a winged baby

also weird tension ensues because it's the first time they are completely alone since last solstice

bonus: they end up kissing and nyx just giggles in the background

thank you so much for these!

Hi anon! I loved this prompt and I sat down to write this fic as soon as I read it! I decided to post it today since it's the first of advent.

I hope you like it <3

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Advent

Azriel trudged through the snow, his footsteps light and soundless as his shadows covered every sound. He shouldn’t be here. He knew that it was wrong, but he didn’t care. Not tonight. 

It was almost Solstice and Velaris was already decorated for the festivities. On the streets, he passed groups of people singing merry songs and children playing in snow. He tried to force a few smiles but he imagined that all they could see as he passed was a tortured expression on his face. 

He had just come home from a mission and he hadn’t planned on being back so soon, which is why he hadn’t joined his family in the Hewn City tonight. They never celebrated Solstice there, but sometimes, during the first of Advent, Rhys made sure to pay them a visit, just to remind them who their master was. 

Actually, the fact that Azriel was supposed to be away was just one reason. He hated going there, maybe because he was the one person in the inner circle who went under that damned mountain the most, and it was never a pleasant time. Not only because Keir and his people were awful, but because his job brought him no joy. The mask he had to wear every time he brought someone to The Court of Nightmares was not a mask he enjoyed wearing. For centuries, it hadn’t bothered him. He had worn it just like he wore his shadows. He had tapped into the darkness of his own soul to find the cold nothingness that he needed to wield as the feared spymaster of the Night Court. He had been darkness and death, and it suited him. After all, that’s what his soul was made of. 

But then she came along. She came along, and something within him changed. In the darkness, a light had begun shining through all the darkness and horror. He had sought out that light; had clung to it as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Whenever he was near her, it was as if his shadows could finally rest. Ever since she entered his life, he had come up with countless excuses just to be close to her. He carried her when she needed to leave the House of Wind. He brought her to the garden when she needed sunlight. He let his hands graze hers for just a fraction of a second now and then, just to feel her warmth spread across his skin at the light touches. She was warmth and light and life and Azriel was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Which explained why he was currently making his way over to the River Estate. 

Cerridwen and Nuala had told him that she had stayed behind. It was their duty as his spies to alway tell him everyone’s whereabouts if he wasn’t home, yet they always seemed extra careful to tell him exactly where Elain was and who she was with. It was as if they knew all the desires that lived in his heart. They never said anything about it, but from the way they sometimes looked at him now, he understood that they knew more than they should. 

He couldn’t - wouldn’t - blame them, though. They were her friends, and cauldron knows she needed friends. She needed someone who could be there for her in ways he couldn’t. She needed someone to talk to, someone to trust. He knew that they had been training her. Her powers were growing stronger and she was beginning to be able to control her visions. He wanted to tell her how proud she was – and how scared. Scared for all the things to come. For all the things that could never be. 

It had been almost a year now. One whole year since that night when they met in the dead of night, his shadows their only witness - until they weren’t. He still remembered that night. Still dreamt about it. The sound of her footsteps coming down the stairs. The soft skin of her neck against his fingertips. The way she had looked up at him, offer and permission so clearly painted on her face. And the scent of her when he…

He didn’t let himself think of that night too often. It didn’t do him any good. He had been called away before anything could happen and he had just left her there. No explanation, no apology. He just left like a fucking coward. 

He understood why she handed back that necklace. He was surprised that she didn’t throw it in the river like her sister had done with Cassian’s gift. Although, Elain had always been a more gentle soul. She kept all of her feelings close to her heart, careful to not bother anyone with her own worries. Once upon a time, Azriel had imagined that he could be the one she would turn to. He hoped that he could be the person that she would open up to, and for a short while, he had been just that. And then…

He gritted his teeth as he walked down the pathway leading up to the house. 

He should turn around. He should go away, leave her alone. But he couldn’t. He had to see her. Nothing more. He just… he had to know that she was okay. During all these months, he had tried his hardest to stay away. He had gone with Mor to the continent for a few months during summer. He’d gone on more missions than usual. He had even lied about going on missions just to get out of the city. But every single time he came back, he went looking for her. He always stayed in the shadows, making sure not to be seen. But he could see her. He could always see her. 

She was always on his mind and in his dreams. 

Faelight shone through every window of the estate, casting a warm glow on the glistening snow outside. Azriel quietly made his way over to the house, stopping just outside the door. Rhys had told him to stay away, but he never specified exactly what he meant. If he didn’t knock, Azriel reasoned, he was technically staying away. And he had technically been staying away for months. He had barely uttered a word to Elain since last Solstice, even though he sometimes wanted nothing more than to kneel before her and ask for her forgiveness. He noticed the way she looked at him now. The happiness, comfort and light had been replaced by sadness and confusion. He had never hated himself more than during those moments, which was the real reason why he stayed away. He couldn’t stand knowing that he had caused her light to dim. That he had caused her pain. 

God, he was such a bastard. A selfish, fucking bastard. A bastard that was peeking through a window for just a glimpse of her. Clearly, he was also a creep. 

He caught movement behind the curtain and shifted sideways so he wouldn’t be seen, making sure to keep his wings close to his body. 

And there she was. Elain walked into the living room, carrying Nyx on her hip. He knew that Elain had offered to stay behind to look after the baby. Still, the image before him took his breath away. Her beauty was like a constant surprise. Even though he thought of her constantly, his own mind could never do her justice. It could never recreate that spark in her eyes or the way she sometimes scrunched her nose when she laughed. She was truly the most magical being he had ever seen. 

She was wearing a simple lilac dress, her golden hair unbound. Just like it had been that night when she had lifted her hair for him and asked him to put the necklace on her. The necklace he had bought for her weeks earlier. It had been the perfect gift, and still, he had ruined everything. 

Nyx was in a blue onesie with tiny dots on it. Although Azriel couldn’t hear anything from where he stood, he could tell that Nyx was babbling merrily. Elain smiled and kissed the top of his head. The tiny Illyrian wings flapped as he reached for his aunt's face with his pudgy hands. Elain pretended to bite Nyx’s hand and it made him giggle in that way only babies did. They were a picture of pure joy. 

Azriel wasn’t prepared for the feeling of longing that slithered down his spine just to settle somewhere deep inside of him. He stopped breathing and just watched the life he so desperately wanted for himself through that window. 

The life he could never have. 

He was destined for a life in darkness and shadows, but sometimes, in the dead of night when sleep finally came for him, he dreamt of this. When he slept, his heart showed him his deepest desires. Only in his dreams was he able to imagine another life. A life full of warmth and love. A home. A family. 

All the things he could never give her. 

Azriel had seen enough. She was safe, and she was happy. 

He was just about to step into his shadows when Elain suddenly turned around, her eyes focused on the window. Focused on him. He didn’t dare move. He stayed completely still and hoped that she was just looking at her own reflection in the glass, but then she raised her eyebrows in question and mouthed his name.

A shiver ran down his spine. She had yet to call him by his name, at least not when he had been around to hear it. He was glad for that small mercy. He imagined that his life was much easier if he didn’t know what his name sounded like on her lips. 

Elain held his gaze through the window and he knew that he couldn’t just leave again. He had to come up with some sort of plausible excuse as to why he was there. With her arms tightly wrapped around Nyx’s small body, she nodded her head towards the door – a silent invitation. 

With a deep breath, Azriel stepped back into the darkness to steady himself before he made his way to the door. He had no idea what to expect as he entered the house, but he hadn’t expected to be greeted by a smiling Elain. 

He didn’t deserve her smiles. Not after how he had treated her during this year. 

“Hi,” she said as he closed the wooden door behind him. Nyx turned his little head to see who had entered the house and as soon as he saw Azriel, he started to wriggle in Elain’s arms. 

“Azza,” he said, stretching his arms towards Azriel. 

“Hi, little guy,” Azriel greeted the child and walked over to where Elain stood. She was still smiling at him, but now, when he was this close, he could see that the smile didn’t reach her eyes. He shouldn’t have come here. She was perfectly fine without him interrupting her evening. 

He ruffled the boy's hair and met Elain’s gaze. “Hi.” 

Nyx tried to reach for the siphon that adorned Azriel’s right hand. He hadn’t taken the time to change when he came home since he hadn’t planned on actually seeing anyone. Or, he hadn’t planned on being seen. He had definitely planned to see. His treacherous heart was too weak to stay away for too long. 

“I think he wants to go to you,” Elain said and stepped closer. Azriel looked from Elain to Nyx as she shifted the child from her arms to his. He cradled him close, breathing in his scent. As he did so, he caught a whiff of her scent too, and had he been a weaker male, it would have brought him to his knees.

They stood like that for a while, both of them focusing on Nyx and the way his small hands played with the scales on Azriel’s Illyrian leathers. A lifetime ago, Elain’s hair had caught on those same scales after he had flown her down from the House of Wind. That day, she had looked at his darkness and scars and called him beautiful. It was the first time in his life a female had made him blush. 

“I didn’t think you were getting back until tomorrow,” Elain said, breaking the silence. 

Azriel shrugged, his eyes still focused on Nyx. It was safer that way. “I was able to come home earlier. I came here to talk to Rhys.”

A pretty lie, and he knew that she could tell. Mercifully though, she just nodded in answer. “He’s not here. They went to the Hewn City a few hours ago.”

Azriel swallowed and dared a glance at her. By the cauldron, how did she get even more beautiful by the day? 

“Yeah, I guess I forgot,” he lied. 

“I guess you did.”

Once more, silence stretched between them. It made Azriel uncomfortable as he noted how awkward it felt to stand here with Elain. It didn’t use to be like this. Silence with her used to be easy. He never felt a need to fill it. But now… Now everything was different. And everything was his fault. 

“Dada,” Nyx cooed and pressed his forehead against Azriel’s chest and for a fraction of a second, Azriel felt his heart skip a beat. He knew that Nyx was just babbling, but that word still made something inside him break just a little. Probably because he knew that it was one of those words that didn’t belong to him, and never would. It didn’t matter how much he wished for it. Longed for it. 

“It’s probably the leathers.” Elain gestured to his clothes. Did she notice his reaction? Could she hear his heart? 

“Probably.” 

“He seems to think that only his father wears black.” He could hear the smile in her voice. Could hear just how much she loved this little child. She knew the details of his life and understood him in a way Azriel didn’t. He wasn’t around enough to learn the little quirks of this tiny being. And he hated himself for it. He wasn’t just letting her down. He was letting his family down. Staying away from Elain also meant staying away from everyone else – including Nyx. 

Nyx continued to babble and Azriel was glad someone filled the silence. He reminded himself to thank Nyx for this moment when he was older. It was definitely a little bit less awkward with him there.

“Are you hungry?” Elain asked, her voice careful. As if she knew that he would say no. That he would leave, just like he always did. 

Azriel shook his head. “No, I just came to see Rhys. But if he’s not here…” he couldn’t even finish the sentence. The look on her face was enough to shatter his heart all over again. 

And as if on cue, his stomach growled. He wanted to sink through the earth. Stupid body. 

Elain raised an eyebrow in amusement then, a small smile playing on her lips. “Your stomach begs to differ”.

She didn’t say a word as she turned around and headed for the kitchen. With Nyx still in his arms, Azriel could do nothing but follow. 

He slid onto one of the stools at the counter, watching her as she prepared a plate for him. He wanted to tell her to stop. Wanted to tell her that he could do it himself, that she needn’t bother. 

But there was also a part of him that desperately wanted her to serve him food. It was a part of himself he wasn’t proud of. He knew that it meant nothing when she set the plate down in front of him, yet he couldn’t help but imagine what it could have meant, if only…

If only the cauldron had been kinder. If only fate was on his side, just this once. But hoping and wishing was useless. She served him food because he was hungry and she was kind – there was no deeper meaning. And there would never be. 

“I’ll trade you.” Elain reached for Nyx and set down a fork and knife next to the plate. Azriel reluctantly let go of Nyx. He had missed his nephew, and he hated himself for missing so many important milestones in his life. 

Hated Rhys for making him stay away. 

Elain walked around the kitchen and talked to Nyx while Azriel ate. The chicken was tender and the mashed potatoes were perfectly buttery. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from moaning at the flavors. When he was on missions, food was his last priority. He ate because he needed energy, and that was that. But this… this food was a work of art. 

“And this is a spoon,” Elain said and handed Nyx a wooden spoon. “Can you say spoon?” 

Nyx put the wooden spoon in his mouth in answer. 

She glanced at Azriel and he realized that he was already looking at her. When he wasn’t guarding his features, his gaze always went to her. 

“He’s teething,” she explained. “He puts everything in his mouth.” She bounced his tiny body on her hip. “Don’t you? You even put a dirty sock in your mouth yesterday,” she cooed. Nyx just looked at his aunt, spoon still in his mouth. 

Azriel let out a soft chuckle at the mental image of the small winged baby with one of Rhys’s dirty socks hanging from his mouth. 

“He’s gotten so big,” Azriel said, because there was nothing else to say. 

Elain shrugged. “I guess he has. But if you see him everyday, you barely notice until you find one of his old onesies. Then you really realize just how much he’s grown.”

Azriel pretended as if that comment didn’t hurt him and wondered if that was her intention. He definitely deserved it. He was just about to say something when Nyx started to cry. He threw the spoon to the floor, his tiny wings flapping with frustration. 

“Shh,” Elain tried to calm him. “I know, I know. You’re tired.” Her voice was soothing and warm, like the caress of a spring breeze. It didn’t work on Nyx though. He just cried even harder. “Such a fussy boy.” Nyx was kicking his legs and trying with all his might to get out of Elain’s grasp. 

“Shit,” she swore under her breath and Azriel was next to her in an instant, reaching for Nyx. 

“May I?” he asked, and she just nodded. 

Azriel took the winged baby from her and quickly carried him to the living room. Nyx was still crying, looking up at Azriel with tear filled eyes. He knew that the child was tired, yet something primal in him hurt when he saw the tears fall down his cheeks. 

Azriel sat down in one of the armchairs, cradling Nyx in his lap. “Have you been fussing all day?” he asked Nyx as if he could understand him. Nyx’s bottom lip wobbled a bit before he let out another wail. 

“He has,” Elain commented from where she stood, leaning against the door frame. “I think he’s going through some sort of phase.” She sighed and walked into the room. “One minute, he’s the happiest child in Prythian, and the next…” she gestured to Nyx, “he’s acting as though the world is about to end.”

Azriel smiled at her. “He usually sleeps by now, right?” 

She nodded. “I tried to put him to bed earlier but he just refused. He usually can’t sleep without Feyre.”

“It can be hours before they’re home.”

“I know. I thought that maybe he would just pass out from exhaustion sooner or later.”

Azriel chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through him as he caught the smile on Elain’s lips. Nyx’s screams had turned into quiet sobs and Azriel held him close, rocking his body in a way that felt oddly natural. 

He looked down at the winged baby in his arms and wiped away his tears. “I get it,” he whispered, “I don’t sleep much either.” He kissed the top of his head. “But you really need to sleep now. We don’t want your aunt to be sleep deprived tomorrow, do we?” 

Nyx blinked at him, his breathing finally returning to normal, though his eyes were still wet. He looked as tired and sad as Azriel felt. Nyx leaned his little head against Azriel’s chest, his hand playing with the black leather once more. 

As if on instinct, Azriel started to hum. He didn’t dare look at Elain. This was a part of himself nobody ever got to see. He didn’t sing in front of people. Didn’t even hum. But for Nyx… for Nyx he would do anything. 

And for her. 

He hummed a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. That lullaby had kept him company for so many years in the darkness he had been forced to endure. It had been a lifeline some nights. Tonight, it was his gift to Nyx. To Elain, even though she wouldn’t understand the meaning behind it. He still couldn’t look at her. 

Nyx’s breathing slowed and within minutes, he was fast asleep. Azriel reached for a small muslin blanket thrown over the other armchair and wrapped the small body in it, careful not to wake him.

“We should put him in his crib,” Elain whispered. 

He followed her up the stairs to the nursery. Carefully, he put Nyx in his bed. One small wing twitched as Nyx turned to his side and reached for one of the stuffed animals in the bed. It was an ugly thing that Amren had given him. She said that it was an octopus but Azriel thought that it looked more like the Kraken. Nyx pressed his lips to one of the eight arms, finding comfort in the familiar toy. 

Elain stood beside him, looking down at the sleeping child. Azriel rested his hands on the side of the crib. His siphons gave off a muted blue light, a clear indicator of his own exhaustion.

“I’ve never heard that song before,” Elain whispered, her voice barely audible. 

“It’s an old Illyrian lullaby.”

“It was beautiful.”

Beautiful. There was that word again. Spoken so softly in the darkness. He was happy she couldn’t see the warmth spreading across his cheeks at the memory of the last time she had said that word to him. 

They stood like that for a while, just looking at Nyx’s sleeping form. Elain’s body was warm next to his and he had to grip the crib tighter just to keep himself from reaching for her. The scent of her invaded his senses and he knew that it was time to leave before he did something stupid. 

He just couldn’t move. He was frozen there, his body refusing to leave her side. 

“Why did you come here tonight?” There was no accusation in her voice, but Azriel could hear the careful question behind the words. She knew that he had lied about seeing Rhys, and she wanted the truth. She deserved the truth. She deserved so many things that he couldn’t give her. 

“I don’t know,” he lied. It was safer that way. 

“Yes, you do.”

Azriel looked at his scarred hands. Her hand was resting next to his on the dark wood. It was such a contrast – his dark, maimed skin looked wrong next to her pale, immaculate hands. 

He didn’t deserve her. Didn’t deserve. Didn’t…

But he wanted. He wanted too many things and he was so fucking tired of living like this. So tired of lying and staying away and hurting her. Because that’s what he did - he hurt her. Every lie and every dinner he didn’t attend hurt her, he knew that. And he was tired of being the thing that caused her pain. 

He steadied his breath, calling on his shadows for comfort. “I just wanted to make sure that you were safe.” He was surprised at how easily he said those words – as if the words had wanted to be spoken. As if the truth needed to come out. Even if it wasn’t the entire truth.  

He waited for her to answer. One second. Two…

“And at the market this summer, were you just making sure that I was safe then too?”

Azriel stiffened, his head turning to meet her gaze. She was already watching him, assessing.

“You saw me?” 

The corner of the mouth lifted into a teasing smile. “Nuala and Cerridwen have trained me well.”

And thank the cauldron for that. She needed to be able to protect herself, and if she noticed him that day, she would be able to see many things that might be hidden to other people. 

Silence stretched between them again, and this time it wasn’t awkward, though it wasn’t comfortable either. The air was thick with all the words unspoken between them. A year worth of words.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the dark. It was the only words he could find in his heart even though they were far from enough. 

Elain stiffened beside him, her heart skipping a beat. He wished, just this once, that he could read her mind. He needed to know what she was thinking. He hoped that she could understand the deeper meaning of those words. He hoped that she knew that if he could, he would beg for her forgiveness. 

There were so many things he wanted to say to her. So many words that he had held on the tip of his tongue for a year. A year that somehow felt like an entire lifetime. 

Time moved differently without her. 

Elain said nothing as she returned her gaze to Nyx. His breathing was even and he was still clutching that horrible toy in his small fist. 

Azriel didn’t dare move. He just waited. Waited for her response. Waited for any reaction that she would give him. He wouldn’t blame her if she decided to slap him. Wouldn’t blame her if she dragged him out in the hallway just to give him a piece of her mind. 

He would gladly take the pain. If he could, he would take all of her pain and carry it with him for the rest of his days, just so she could be happy. 

Azriel didn’t notice the shift in her body, but he felt her touch when her fingers gently brushed against his. Shivers ran down his spine at the sensation. It had been their secret language once. A slight brush of hands just to check in. Just to be near. Just to feel something. 

And here, hidden in shadows and darkness, Azriel let his walls down. Without a single word, he turned to face her. She was looking up at him already, her face full of questions that needed to be answered. 

Later. All the words could wait. Their language was something else entirely and no words could convey all the things he was feeling right at this moment. 

Azriel turned his hand, palm up. Elain slowly explored his skin there with her fingertips, the touch making him ache for so many things. He lifted his other hand to her neck, gently stroking his thumb over her soft skin. This was exactly where they left off that night. 

“Elain, I…” He began, feeling the need to say something. Anything. He needed to explain. Needed her to understand, even though he was unable to tell her everything. 

But she just shook her head and rested one palm over his heart. “Later,” she whispered as she stood up on her toes and closed the distance between them.

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Advent [noun]: 1. the beginning of an event, the invention of something, or the arrival of a person 2. the period of four weeks before Christmas

#Reblogging myself because it's the first of advent and I actually really like this little fic that I wrote last year #And because I haven’t written anything new since July because of writer’s block so this is all I have to give you #(I might have written something this weekend but it's not good enough to post yet) #All I want for Christmas is to be able to write again

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Trigger warnings: nsfw, hate sex, basically porn with no plot

Word Count: 3,440

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Elain sat at the bar, sipping a tumbler full of whiskey. Her face grimaced as the amber liquid slid down her throat, burning the whole way down. The annual office holiday party was in full swing, and she had parked herself at the bar the moment he entered.

That was an hour ago, and two and a half glasses of whiskey later.

She could feel its effects already, that warmth growing from the pit of her stomach, her head buzzing. Elain didn’t typically drink like this, but she felt compelled to when her obnoxious coworker walked in, found her gaze from across the room, and smirked.

Azriel Knight was hands down the rudest, most competitive, egotistical person she had ever met. He always had to one-up her on reports and tasks and anything else their boss threw at them. No matter how well she put something together, he somehow always had the upper hand. And it irked her to hell and fucking back.

Worse than that, he was undoubtedly the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid her eyes on, and he knew it too. Azriel knew he had charm and charism and a fucking body most men dreamed of. Used it to his advantage too. Elain often found herself growing warm when the fought. When he stepped just a bit too close, his dominant personality overwhelming all her good sense.

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#elriel! #tbr!

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Ok but next Solstice as the bat boys get into the sauna, Azriel says nothing, looks Rhys dead in the eye, and pulls out his ass cheek like-

#opened Tumblr and this was the first thing to bless my eyes #i need someone to write this

[dottielovegood]

Thoughts regarding the subtleties on page 110 of acofas between az and elain from a fellow introvert:

just saying if a tall muscled dude who is the prettiest and quietest of all his friends gave me his extra special scary knife that he's never let anyone touch and ran into a murdering war camp to carry me out even though everyone told him not to... I, too, would probably see him at the dinner table and be all

oh fuck oh fuck i look like trash fuck are you kidding me he made everyone wait to eat until I sit fuck fuck fuck how is my hair HOW IS MY HAIR fuck there's flour all over me fuck why did I wear this stupid gown i look like a napkin fuck don't look at him don't breathe don't do anything oh my gods he made a joke to save me from being awkward are you kidding me are you kidding me he's an actual angel fuck im so fucked bury me in the garden after i die at this table from combusting in the light of this male's unholy halo fuck.

*says nothing, offers a grateful, shy smile.*

[dottielovegood]

Little Heir

@duskwhisperer and I are so excited to share “Little Heir” with you for @azrielappreciationweek day one, the family you make.

Thank you, @ruisfree for collaborating with us and bringing this piece to life. Still smiling and kicking our feet over all the creative details you added. We loved working with you! 💕

This commission and fic were inspired by the adorable idea of Azriel catching Nyx sneaking Aunt Elain’s cookies late at night. 🍪 We wanted to capture Azriel trying not to smile while Nyx guiltily looked up at him. With the scene set in Elain and Azriel’s kitchen, we thought it would be perfect to show Nyx’s artwork on display. And of course, we couldn’t resist showing our appreciation for a shirtless Az. 😏 We truly hope you adore this piece as much as we do.

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Trigger warnings: mild NSFW language, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,177

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Azriel felt the pull even in his deep sleep. That urgent tug that something was amiss. He knew the feeling of his shadows trying to drag him from his slumber. Had experienced it for years.

He very nearly growled at the disruption, until a single shadow curled around his ear, whispering their secrets.

The heir is awake. He wanders the house.

That had his attention, his eyes blinking open and seeing the sky outside their bedroom window still stained deep blue and purple, the sun not yet basking over the eastern mountains to grace them with its presence. The moon’s glow across the floor indicated it was still very late at night or in the wee hours of the morning. Far too early for the nearly five-year-old to be out of bed.

Why Nyx was awake, he didn’t know, but he’d soon find out. Azriel carefully detached himself from Elain’s warm body. Her brows furrowed in protest, a wordless sound passing through her parted lips as he slowly slipped away.

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Azriel is so fun because I want to give him a forehead kiss but I also want to know more about the blindfold he keeps in his back pocket ya feel

[dottielovegood]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟElriel ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

“Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and Dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection…that knife.”

[dottielovegood]

Accidental Chemistry - Part 2: Life Changes

Am I back? Is this my return? God's I hope so. Life is finally starting to settle a bit and I've been feeling a touch more creative than in months past. I'm hoping to finally kick this creative funk soon. But until then, please enjoy this update. 💗

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Trigger warnings: language, some dark thoughts

Word Count: 4,433

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It had been just over a week since Elain moved into Azriel’s house. They were figuring things out, how to work around each other, planning dinners, and of course, Ollie’s schedule.

Her little boy was still trying to adjust to his new home and he was very much making them aware of his displeasure. His sleep schedule was in the tank, waking up at godly hours for any and every reason. It took Elain two hours that morning to calm him down when his little lungs started screaming just before five.

She couldn’t even count the number of times she’d apologized to Azriel for all the crying, but he seemed to take it in stride, waving off her worries.

“He’s a baby, Elain. He’s going to cry, it’s fine.”

There was no real way to show him her gratitude for it, but she hoped he saw it.

But she pushed her concerns aside, needing to focus on her task for the day.

Getting a job.

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Pg. 1

Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was. The faelights gilded Elain's unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She halted, her breath catching in her throat.

Pg. 2

"I….." He watched her swallow. She clutched a small gift in her hands. "I was coming to leave this on your pile of presents. I forgot to give it to you earlier." Lie. Well, the second part was a lie. He didn't need his shadows to read her tone, the slight tightening of her face. She'd waited until everyone was asleep before venturing back down, where she'd leave her gift amongst his other, opened presents, subtle and unnoticed. Elain closed the distance, and her breathing quickened as she again paused, now a scant foot away. She extended the wrapped gift, her hand shaking. "Here." Az tried not to look at his scarred fingers as they took the gift. She hadn't bought her mate a present. But she'd gotten Azriel one last year—a headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the House of Wind. Not to use, but just to look at. Which he’d done every night he slept there. Or attempted to sleep there.

Azriel unwrapped the box, glancing at the card that merely said “You might find these useful at the House these days”, and then opened the lid.

Two small, bean-shaped fabric blobs lay within. Elain murmured, “You put them in your ears, and they block any sound. With Nesta and Cassian living there with you…”

He chuckled, unable to contain the impulse. “No wonder you didn’t want me to open it in front of everyone.”

Elain’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Nesta wouldn’t appreciate the joke.”

Pg. 3

He offered her a smile back. “I wasn’t sure if I should give you your present.” He left the rest unspoken. Because her mate was here, sleeping a level up. Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldn’t stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much.

Elain’s large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days. But tonight, here in the dark and quiet, with no one to see… He pulled the small velvet box from the shadows around him.

Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They’d always been prone to vanish when she was around.

The golden necklace seemed ordinary-its chain unremarkable, the amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm. It was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of colors would become visible. A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, lifting it from the box. The golden faelight shone through the little glass facets, setting the charm glowing with hues of red and pink and white. Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, “Put it on me?”

His head went quiet. But he took the necklace, opening the clasp as she exposed her back, sweeping her hair up in one hand to bare her long, creamy neck.

He knew it was wrong, but there he was, sliding the necklace around her. Letting his scarred fingers touch her immaculate skin. Letting them brush the side of her throat, savoring the velvet-soft texture. Elain shivered, and he took a damn long time fastening the clasp.

Pg. 4

Elain bit her lower lip, and it took every ounce of Azriel's restraint to keep from putting his own teeth there. “I should go," Elain said, but made no move to leave. "Yes," he said, his thumb sweeping in long strokes along the side of her throat.

Her arousal lifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He’d beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again.

Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest. She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars. Such terrible things that it was a sacrilege for his fingers to touch her skin, tainting her with his presence. But he could have this. This one moment, and maybe a taste, and that would be it. "Yes," Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them. Azrie's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.

Offer and permission.

#elriel #love this!

[dottielovegood]

[dottielovegood]

Oh. My. God.

This was so hot! So good! So well written!

For His Eyes Only 📸

She hadn’t really thought much of it when he snuck into her room that night, a couple hours later than usual, with a vintage camera in his hand and an excited smile on his face.

…

Wrote a little vaguely modern AU one-shot where Azriel takes up photography and ends up doing an impromptu photo shoot with a newly acquired camera and a certain Archeron.

No real plot, just pure vibes. This is like 3.7k words of shameless smut so 18+ pls and ty ❤️

I had so much fun writing this, I hope you have as much fun reading it!

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Azriel had developed a keen interest in photography over the past few months and Elain had taken notice, loved watching as he explored this new passion of his - sneaking glances of him from the kitchen window as he strolled around the garden early in the days, capturing photos of her roses as they came to life in the morning sun.

She listened carefully, trying to suppress the small smile that threatened to bloom on her face whenever he spoke to Feyre about her paintings, bombarding her with question after question about what would make for the best angles, the best lighting.

It was so rare for him to talk so much, with such passion, and Elain loved, loved, loved it. Knew that when he was snapping away, capturing the seemingly mundane things that had caught his attention, it brought him the same joy that she had been so grateful to find in baking.

…

She hadn’t really thought much of it when he snuck into her room that night, a couple hours later than usual, with a vintage camera in his hand and an excited smile on his face.

“Hi. Sorry I’m late.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to Elain’s forehead as he slumped down onto the sofa where she was seated, a book she’d borrowed from Nesta now abandoned in her lap. Azriel had been away for three days on a work assignment and she had been doing everything in her power to keep herself from pacing her room like a school girl waiting for him to come back to her. He tugged her against him, one arm coming around to settle heavily over her shoulders as she melted against his chest.

“Hi, Az.” Elain whispered back, tilting her head up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. Then finally his lips, taking her time reacquainting herself with the feel of him before pulling back. “How was it?”

“As good as it could be.” Azriel hummed. “Difficult. The guy just wouldn’t break. Plus, I think I might’ve caught Cassian’s cold.”

Elain frowned. She didn’t know all the details of exactly what Azriel’s job as Head of Security entailed but she knew he often returned home tired and sore. For all their jokes about him always being off on super secret spy missions, she knew that his work took a toll on him mentally, physically, and emotionally.

“Can I make you some tea? Something with ginger? Or maybe honey if your throat is sore?” Elain offered, that instinct to look after him taking over. She hated seeing him ill, partly because she was sympathetic… But mostly because like every other man on the face of the earth, Azriel was an absolute pain in the ass when he was sick.

“Don’t worry, El.” He murmured into her hair. “Maybe later.”

Elain couldn’t help but roll her eyes but she dropped the subject, choosing instead to focus on the camera that was balanced on one of his thighs.

“Souvenir from the road?” She reached for the camera, smoothing her fingers over the wood paneled front of it.

“Gift from Cass for my birthday.” Elain didn’t need to look up at him to know that he was smiling, utterly delighted with his new toy. She could hear it in his voice. “He found it in a charity shop in the village, said he thought it’d be good for me to practice with.”

“That was nice of him.” She finally looked up at him, eyes softening at the smile that was indeed plastered on his beautiful face. “Have you taken any pictures yet?”

“A couple…” He nodded. “Passed by some windmills on the way back.”

“Can’t wait to see.” Elain couldn’t help the yawn that escaped her then, it was almost two in the morning after all. “You should bring it along on our walk tomorrow. There’s that little river on the trail, might be nice for a photo.”

They’d been at this for months now - Azriel sneaking into her bedroom late at night, waking up at the first light of dawn to go for leisurely walks before Feyre and Rhys woke up. It had been Elain’s decision to keep things just between them for a bit, to wait and see how things developed before they told her sisters and their partners, who just so happened to be Azriel’s two childhood best friends. Neither of them had the best track records romantically and she knew there’d be an influx of questions and opinions once the four people closest to them were privy to their relationship.

It was only surprising they’d gotten away with sneaking around for this long, especially considering they’d both somehow ended up living with Rhys and Feyre after they’d each ended complicated relationships. Elain did, however, suspect that Nesta knew something was up after she’d caught the way Azriel’s fingers had lingered on Elain’s hip, pressing gently into her skin through the thin fabric of dress as he’d passed behind her in the kitchen one day. There had been plenty of room for him to get by without touching her. Nesta’s eyebrows had scrunched together, eyes flickering to Elain’s as she marked the blush that bloomed on her sister’s cheeks. Elain had quickly looked away, busying herself with something else before Nesta had the chance to question her.

“Good idea.” Azriel nodded, fingers trailing along Elain’s arm in a way that made her eyes flutter shut. “It’s late, we should go to bed.”

“You get ready for bed. I’ll go make you some tea.”

“I don’t need…”

“Don’t argue with me, Azriel. It’s better to prevent than to treat.” Elain warned, patting his knee before quickly raising off the sofa and heading out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen before he could protest any further.

…

Elain’s hands were in her hair, securing the length of it into a messy knot on the top of her head when she heard the familiar whir of a shutter. Her brows pulled together as her eyes fell on Azriel’s reflection in the mirror.

He was on her bed behind her, slumped against the headboard. He was gloriously shirtless and she couldn’t help but drag her eyes over the tan skin and the dark tattoos and the muscles that were on display - all lit beautifully from the two small lamps on either side of her bed.

Azriel had one eye squeezed shut as the other peered through the viewfinder of the camera cradled in one of his large hands.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, tugging once more at her bun before reaching for her eye cream.

“Practicing.” Azriel smirked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

“Az, it’s so late. I’m tired. I haven’t got any makeup on.” Elain pouted, turning to face him just as the whir of the shutter sounded again.

“You’re beautiful.” He replied easily, biting down on his lower lip.

“You’re cheesy.”

“Maybe so, but you’re standing there in a shirt with my name on it and not much else. I had to document the moment.”

Elain was indeed wearing an oversized button up pajama shirt with Azriel’s name embroidered just over her heart. It was a gift she'd made to wear for him on his birthday a few weeks ago and something she kept carefully hidden at the very back of her underwear drawer in hopes that her sister’s wouldn’t stumble across it when they inevitably snuck through her wardrobe looking for clothing to steal.

“Shut up and drink your tea.” She shook her head, trying desperately to fight back a smile.

Elain crawled into bed, nuzzling herself under the covers and relishing in the feeling of the cold pillow on the back of her neck. She was completely at peace, halfway to sleep before a shadow loomed over her, the mattress dipping at the sides of her hips where he’d carefully planted each of his knees.

“Az…” Elain whined, hands coming up to cover her face as the shutter clicked yet again.

“C’mon, Angel. Give us a smile.” Azriel chuckled, one hand coming down to tickle at her bare hip.

“Azriel!” Elain squealed, halfway between a giggle and a yell. “Get off!”

“Oh, I plan to.” He taunted, not missing a beat.

She rolled her eyes yet again at the innuendo, even though she was secretly delighted.

She loved this side of him, so playful and relaxed. Completely unguarded, a side he rarely let anyone see.

“Just want you to model for me, El.” Azriel pouted, dragging his hand across her hip and up to the buttons at the bottom of her shirt. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Elain was so wrapped up in his words, trying to figure out exactly where he was going with this that she hadn’t even noticed how quickly those skilled fingers of his had undone all but two buttons.

“I don’t think this is the type of practice Cass had in mind.” Elain bit down on her lip, her heart beating faster under the heat of his gaze.

“Cass doesn’t need to know.” His voice was so low that she could almost feel the bass of it vibrate through her.

“You’re not taking pictures of me naked, Azriel.” Elain’s voice was weak, shivering as he ran a finger from the center of her chest all the way down to the waistband of her underwear. He slid a finger just under the fabric at the side of her hip, pulling it up an inch before letting it snap back down against her skin.

“You wouldn’t technically be naked.” He shrugged, fingers dancing back up to those last two buttons.

“Az.” Elain warned.

“I’m going away on another trip soon. I’ll need something to keep me going, won’t I?” He asked, a playful glint in his eyes. “Wouldn’t even have to worry about the cloud.”

He was so, so sly in his maneuvers, bending down to capture her lips in a kiss that left her dizzy with need as he undid those last two buttons. It had been four full days since she’d felt him inside her. It was the longest they’d gone without having each other since they’d started sneaking around. She’d been kidding herself to think they would just fall asleep and let another night pass without sex.

Azriel sat up again, those beautiful scarred hands Elain loved so much carefully fixing her shirt so that each side was apart enough to just hint at the soft curves of her cleavage.

“Look at you. An absolute dream.” Azriel’s voice was full of awe, full of complete and utter reverence, as he picked his camera up again. He moved slowly, giving her ample time to let him know if she truly was uncomfortable with this. He waited for the dip of her chin, that nod of approval, before he pressed down on the shutter and captured the intimate moment.

“Just a bit more, yeah? Always miss you when I’m away.” His voice was soft as he brushed aside her shirt so her breasts were fully visible to him now.

He was about to snap another picture, praying that the camera would pick up the gorgeous flush on Elain’s cheeks, on her chest, before he paused.

“What’s wrong?” Her heart skipped a beat, suddenly apprehensive at his hesitation.

“Not a thing, El. Just want to…” He drifted off, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he fiddled with her shirt, a smug look crossing his face once he was satisfied.

He’d adjusted the shirt so that her breasts were still nicely on show but had pulled the top back into place just enough so that the embroidered Azriel in cobalt blue thread was also on show.

“All mine.” His finger pressed down on the shutter before he set aside the camera once more. He shuffled down the bed a bit, hands skimming over her stomach and hips all while sliding down her underwear in the process.

Elain was blushing furiously now, heat burning low in her belly as she watched him. It was utterly filthy but she didn’t object, never even gave it a second thought before doing exactly as asked when he requested she pull her knees up and apart, muttering something about how he could see her wet and dripping for him as he took the camera again and snapped a few final pictures.

It should’ve felt pornographic, Elain thought. But everything about this moment was so intimate, so erotic, that it was somehow the most empowered she’d ever felt. Knowing that Azriel was so into her to the point that he wanted to capture it all for himself. Seeing how careful he was about how he took her picture, the way he treated her like she was art.

It made her feel beautiful, sexy even. A feeling that was usually foreign to her.

“The best model I could ever ask for.” Azriel remarked finally, leaning over to place his camera on her bedside table before settling back in between Elain’s legs.

He placed a kiss on each of her hips, at the crease of each of her thighs before his tongue was pressed flat against her center, dragging it up her in one long, slow stripe before letting his lips just barely, barely graze over the place where she so desperately needed pressure.

Elain gasped at the sensation, hips lifting up in search of more. Her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging slightly at the strands before gently pressing him down.

Azriel chuckled, fingers holding her in place as he lowered his lips to her once again - this time finally taking that bundle of nerves in his mouth and running his tongue around it.

The sound that left her mouth was unlike anything either of them had ever heard from her before. Louder than she’d ever been before. They looked at each other - both their eyes wide with surprise.

“Gonna wake up Rhys and Feyre and I’ve barely even touched you.” She felt the way he smiled against her, clearly satisfied with himself.

“I don’t know why…” She moaned again as he continued to sweep his tongue around and over her, applying even more pressure with each pass until she was positively writhing under him. “Everything feels so sensitive.”

“I think you like being photographed, El.” Azriel teased, lifting his head up to watch her carefully as he slid two long fingers deep inside her. “Look how wet you are for me, how well you’re taking me… I wonder what you’d be like if we made a movie instead.”

Elain didn’t know if she was laughing at his comment or sobbing at the intensity of the pleasure that had quickly built in her core but she felt completely out of her body, so utterly dizzy as she fell apart more quickly than she could even comprehend. She really did scream then, her body lifting off the bed involuntarily at only the sixth pass of Azriel’s fingers curling against that spot inside her, a spot that he’d seemingly committed to memory after discovering it during their second time together all those months ago.

Azriel quickly reached up, covering her mouth firmly with the hand that wasn’t inside her, in an attempt to keep her quiet as he continued to work her through her orgasm. He didn’t stop stroking her with his tongue, didn’t stop pumping his fingers into her, didn’t remove his hand from her mouth until he felt her back hit the mattress again - one last whimper leaving her lips before her thighs were clamping together around his head and the hands that had been knotted in his hair, previously pressing him to her, were pushing him away.

“That was…” She breathed deeply, shaking her head as he crawled up her body to kiss her. The taste of her on his lips caused heat to rise in her again despite her so overly sensitive still.

“Need you in me.” She whispered against his lips, one hand firm against his bare chest to push him back against the pillows.

Azriel laid back, his eyes darkening as he watched her rid him of his pajama bottoms before straddling him. She ran her fingers down the aching length of him, wrapping them around the base of his cock. He reached for her, hands landing firmly on the soft part of her hips, digging into the flesh there to keep her steady as she carefully ground against him to coat him in her arousal.

Elain leant forward slightly, aligned him at her opening and then slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch, relishing in the way he stretched her - the way he filled her so completely that she was convinced he had been put on this earth just for her.

It was Azriel’s turn to attempt to stay quiet, eyes rolling back in his head as he clamped his lips shut - holding in the moan that threatened to erupt from him at the feel of her tight and warm and wet around his cock. He willed himself to not come then and there.

“So pretty.” He whispered, hands sliding from her hips up to cup her breasts. He ran a thumb over each rosy nipple before he pressed his palms into her soft flesh, squeezing just how she liked.

“Camera.” Elain choked out, running a tongue over her lips, biting down on the bottom one. “Get the camera.”

“Yeah?” Azriel asked, eyes shining with amusement as one hand went flying out to fumble around the bedside table for the camera. “Wanna see just how pretty you look when you fuck me, do you?”

Elain just hummed in affirmation, lips parting, her head tilting back as she adjusted herself - her hands left his chest to fall behind her, finding purchase on his thighs as she arched her body back, grinding in a way that made the tip of him repeatedly hit that spot inside her.

She barely heard the camera shutter go off as Azriel lined up the shot - taking a photo of her on top of him, her head thrown back, pleasure written across her features, her breasts and stomach on display with the way her body was arched back. He’d framed it in a way that he could just see his cock sinking into her.

He slid a hand up her stomach, between her breasts, until he reached her neck. He wrapped his fingers around her pretty throat, applying gentle pressure as she increased the pace at which she bounced on top of him. She brought one hand forward to press in between her thighs, just above where they were joined and then moments later, Elain was falling apart on top of him - once again in a state of complete bliss when her orgasm hit her hard. Azriel’s hand was still around her throat when she heard the faint shutter of the camera yet again.

The camera was tossed aside then as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her to him as she fell forward, still pulsing around him. Azriel planted his feet, lifting his hips to repeatedly drive up into her until he was spilling into her. His hands grasped at her ass, squeezing hard as he held her against him - ensuring she took every last drop that he had to give her.

Elain laughed, truly laughed, as she pressed her face into the side of Azriel’s neck after she pulled off of him and collapsed onto the bed. He’d pulled her into his side, still needing to feel her against him. They were both coated in sweat, both taking deep heaving breaths as they tried to ground themselves in reality. She couldn’t believe they’d done that. Couldn’t believe the way she’d come alive for him. For the camera.

They started again after a little while, slow recovery kisses becoming frantic as their hands roamed. They didn’t stop- couldn’t stop - both somehow needing more after each round that they swore would be the last.

Azriel didn’t know why he was surprised when he realised they’d exhausted all 24 frames of film in his camera. Not when they’d continued to take photos throughout the night…

Elain on her knees, his cock in her hands, in her mouth.

The arch of her back with his hands firmly in her hair pulling her head back towards him.

Azriel looking up at her from in between her thighs.

Her hair splayed out on the pillow as she was sprawled beneath him. His seed pooled on her stomach.

The outline of Elain’s body through the fogged up shower glass.

The two of them in front of the bathroom mirror, the camera in front of her face, his face tucked into her neck while his hands cupped her breasts.

The last was of them finally clothed and in bed, cuddled together with exhausted but satisfied smiles on their faces.

The sun had started to rise by the time they fell asleep in Elain’s bed. They wouldn’t be going for a walk this morning after all, not when Elain was barely capable of standing without assistance. Only an hour had passed when Azriel awoke again, quickly silencing his alarm and pressing a kiss to her forehead as he untangled himself from her arms. He did his best to ignore the frown that formed on her lips from the loss of contact, gently sweeping her hair off her face before turning and slipping quietly out of her room and sneaking back down the hallway to his own room, camera in tow.

It wasn’t until he settled into his too cold sheets, eyes fluttering shut as images of Elain flitted in and out of his mind, that he realised he was going to need to learn how to develop his own film.

An emotion he couldn’t - wouldn’t - label flooded through him at the thought of anyone else seeing Elain like that. No, these would be for his eyes only.

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My Brother (Ours)

Cassian caught him by the elbow, crowding him in the doorway.

Rhys raised an eyebrow, as he stopped, flicking a glance toward Feyre who watched them curiously before a squirming Nyx drew her attention away.

His brother leaned closer, turning a wide smile toward Rhys’ pointed ear.

“You better have a godsdamned good reason why you’re stringing my brother along like this.”

Rhys didn’t have to question what he meant. He knew the strain between him and the spymaster was no longer anything but obvious, how often often he had been sending the shadowsinger to farflung corners of Prythian and the continent.

He had convinced himself it would be easier that way, to remove Azriel from the source of his temptation. But really, the reason was selfish. He could no longer stand to see the angry gleam in his brother’s shadowed eyes, whenever he entered a room. Could no longer bear the weight of Azriel’s unhappiness as he held his child under the glowing gaze of his happy mate.

So he had sent him away. Over and over again.

“Your brother?” He questioned, raising his own lips in a manipulated smirk in case anyone looked their way.

Cassian’s hold on his elbow tightened.

“I don’t know if you deserve to call him that right now,” Cassian breathed in his ear.

Rhys felt that forced smile freeze on his face.

“Whatever is going on between you two, figure it the fuck out and give him a break. Or he’s going to snap, and then there will be more than one hell to pay.”

Cassian let go of his arm, but Rhys didn’t move.

A twist of a pink skirt breathed through an adjacent doorway, fluttering silently out of sight.