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Gentle reminder for everyone in fandom…

A lot of artists do not commission their work. They use their talent, time, and energy to create beautiful pieces. And a lot of artists do not get the recognition they deserve.

With that being said, please stop being rude to artists. It is…concerning, for lack of a better word, for grown adults in this fandom to get pissed, offended, heated, whatever, because of an artist’s representation of a character, or a book scene, or to create a piece that hasn’t happened in canon.

Cassian and Mor with flower crowns planting daisies in a garden? Adorable.

Elain with a sword? Incredible.

Rhysand, Amren, and Nesta baking a cake? Amazing.

Feyre as a witch? Perfect.

Azriel as High King? Lovely.

It is not that deep. If you cannot find it in your heart to be kind to artists, then simply do not interact with their posts. Your unkind commentary is not wanted on artwork. It has no place being there in the first place. Free speech and all, yes, but some things just do not need to be said. And it’s best if people learn that now.

If you do not have anything kind to say to these creators, I beg you to just scroll by. Scream in your bedroom. Throw your pillow. Write angry words in your journal or something. Please stop spreading negativity on a creator’s work because you do not like it or agree with it. Too many artists have already left due to consistent harassment, and to see my friends who create lovely art be so incredibly discouraged is so disappointing. And as someone who would like to begin creating art…I am now incredibly hesitant to do so.

Please do better. Please learn internet etiquette. Please practice kindness. Please learn when to not speak. Please learn how to just use a block button.

Please stop harassing artists.

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touch grass plsssssssss

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- Moodboard of Elain Archeron | ACOTAR Series by Sarah J Maas

( The moodboard was made by me but I do not own the pictures used. They all belong to their owners and creators.)

#elain archeron

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Spies of the Night Court

3# Powers & Possibilities for @elriel-month

#elriel

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*Proceeds to add it to the pile of sketches*

#elriel #i misss them

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Elriel Month: Clandestine Meetings

Rhys growled, "Allow me to make one thing very clear. You are to stay away from her."

"You can't order me to do that."

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Art by lynx_illustration and commissioned by duskcowboy_ and myself!

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I’m so excited to share my first ever commission for Elriel month! In this piece, we wanted to show Elain and Azriel captured in a moment leading up to their first kiss (while hidden away from prying eyes). Huge thanks to lynx_illustration for beautifully bringing this to life! She captured the emotions perfectly and was such a joy to work with! 💜

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@elriel-month @duskcowboy @little-lynx

#elriel #sjm you will pay for your crimes for keeping them locked in the basement for the last 3 years

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Garden at night

Clandestine meetings for @elriel-month

#elriel #literally so much beautiful art

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🌸Clandestine Meetings🦇

“. . . torn up by thorns,” I mused, recalling a morning this past summer when Elain had come into the house, her right palm bleeding from several gashes thanks to a stubborn rosebush that had pierced her gloves. The thorns had broken off in her skin, leaving sharp splinters that I’d had to pull free.” -Feysand bonus chapter

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When I read this, I couldn’t help but imagine Azriel being the one to find Elain after a mishap with a rosebush and using it as an opportunity to share a stolen, tender moment of caring for her as he has throughout the series.

It would be so poetic for Azriel to be the one to care for and bandage the wounds on Elain’s hands, considering the scars he carries on his hands from his own painful past. @oli_diart is the angel who brought this idea to life for me! I am just in awe of her talent, her attention to detail, and her ability to capture expressions.❤️❤️

And thank you so much to the lovelies running the @elriel-month and for making this event possible! So happy that I can contribute to this beautiful month! 🥰

💜Art by: @oli_diart

💜Commissioned by: me

💜Characters belong to: @sarahjmaas

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#elriel #BEAUTIFUL

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Elain would like it, too. Though she’d probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.

I smiled at the thought—at how handsome they would be together.

@elriel-month prompt 2: clandestine meetings

#elriel #sooo soft

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“𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙀𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣—𝙀𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝘼𝙯𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩.” 𝙄 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩—𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.”

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽: 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

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✮♱✮ art by @govallesart

✮♱✮ commissioned by me for @elriel-month

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Hello, everyone! I hope your day is going well! I’m back with another beautiful @elriel-month commission by the ever amazing @govallesart. It is such a privilege to be able to work with her for yet another stunning and beautiful piece! The idea of Azriel and Elain sneaking off for their own sweet time together is forever special to me and I’ll always love it! I hope yall enjoy this breathtaking piece by the most wonderful and most kind @govallesart of Elain and Azriel in one of their many clandestine meetings in a sweet waterfall, while soaking up the nature around them.

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✮♱✮ quote is from A Court of Wings & Ruin by @sarahjmaas

✮♱✮ characters are Elain Archeron & Azriel.

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✮♱✮ likes, saves, and shares are always appreciated!

✮♱✮ no reposts allowed.

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#elriel #all this elriel month art is so gorgeous 🥺

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Clandestine Meetings

#elriel #OBSESSEDDDDD #canon

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🌸New Beginnings🦇

For the first prompt of @elriel-month I wanted to depict the tenderness Elain displays towards Azriel’s biggest insecurity; and the wildly talented @lamonyo captured this so beautifully and brilliantly!!

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#elriel #i cant stop thinking about this art

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The Prophecy - Chapter One

Hello everyone!

I'm so excited to share the first chapter in my elriel meets spyxfamily fic, titled The Prophecy! 💫

This is an AU, so I've taken some creative license for both series.

I hope you enjoy!! Likes, comments and reblogs are MUCH appreciated!!

Pairing: elriel, elain x azriel

Word count: 2.3k

CW: Descriptions of violence

AO3 Link

“I must admit, Azriel, I knew the situation was dire, but this is…” Rhysand trailed off, the words failing him.

Azriel, his brother, could do nothing but give him a grim nod. “We must act immediately.” There was no other choice. Life on Prythian depended on it.

Rhys sighed, rubbing both of his hands over his face. His shoulders hunched, another deep sigh leaving his lips. Azriel looked away.

Not even half a year ago, his brother and High Lord had welcomed a son, Nyx, with his mate, Feyre. Azriel hadn’t been able to see his nephew many times as his job required him to be away for months at times, but he recalled the exact hue of black—a black so deep it resembled the midnight sky— of the baby’s hair, his eyes, blue-gray like his mother’s. The baby’s toothless smiles, his contagious laugh when someone rubbed his belly. The tiny flutters of his wings, begging to fly but too small to support Nyx’s weight yet. 

Nyx was surrounded by love and warmth, by cuddles and kisses, by whispered words of love and loud laughter. Azriel may not be close to him to earn the title of Uncle—no matter what Rhys claimed—but he’d known from the first time he held him in his arms that he would do anything to ensure that Nyx wouldn’t be robbed of the world as he knew it.

Rhys let his hands fall from his face. Azriel could see the exhaustion caused by worry on his brother’s face; it was in the purple bruises under his eyes, the red and glossy veil over his eyes, the marked lines around his mouth. Azriel felt a stab of guilt for telling him the recent intel, but he knew it couldn’t be delayed.

“What do you recommend the course of action to be?” The High Lord asked him.

This was why Azriel had chosen to work for Rhys. Not out of a sense of obligation toward Rhys’ mother, but because he didn’t presume he knew everything simply because he was the ruler. Unlike his predecessors—Rhys’ father—he listened to his opinions, acknowledged Azriel’s areas of expertise gained by centuries of being a spy. 

Meeting his High Lord’s violet eyes, he says, “We need someone to track him down.”

Rhys shook his head. “I can’t ask you to go on another mission. You’ve just returned from your last one!”

“You’re not asking me, I’m doing it out of my own volition,” Azriel said steadily. “Look, you need someone you know you can rely on for this job. That Koschei left his seat at his lake to settle in one of the many villages of Rask is concerning enough. That he only brought a couple of his servants with him, only adds to that concern. If he’s found the Cauldron…”

He left the rest unspoken. They both knew the dangerous threat that hypothetical posed.

Rhysand gave a reluctant nod. “We need to find a way for you to get there.”

“I’ve already thought of a way.”

Rhys’ eyebrows were high on his forehead after Azriel was done explaining his idea. The stars twinkling in the sky behind him shone as brightly as the one in his eyes. Az knew, at once, that his brother was amused by his plan.

He crossed his arms. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

The High Lord’s lips twitched. “I’m just picturing you, pretending to be a stranded merchant, beseeching help from the people of Rask.” He shook his head, a few strands of hair falling across his forehead. A grin spread on his tanned skin. “Whose idea was this? The twins’? Yours?”

Azriel scowled. “I fail to see why that matters.”

“None, none at all,” Rhys said, though his amusement remained. 

Annoyance surged within him, but watching his brother’s eyes light up with delight eased it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen such open joy on his face. That alone was reason enough to allow himself to be Rhysand’s object of mirth.

“So, the plan sees you assuming an alias, going to the Rask village and pretending to be a merchant, who was stranded months before on a remote island and finally found his way back home. Once there, you will work them to your favor until you gain access to Koschei. Once you’ve established what he’s been scheming, we’re going to take him, ensuring he will not destroy the Cauldron and effectively ending life on Prythian.”

Azriel gave a single nod.

Rhys stared at him. “You have wings.”

He shrugged. “I can hide them.” It was true. He learned he could when he was a child, stuck in his Father’s dungeons.

“You will have to actually talk with people,” his High Lord went on.

“And?”

“You’ll have to hold long conversations, crack jokes, make them like you.”

Azriel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I know.” When Rhys didn’t say anything, he added, “I will. It’s not hard.”

Rhys didn’t look at all convinced. “If you’re sure,” he said, his tone indicating he wasn’t.

The full-bloodied Illyrian took some offense to that. “Are you implying I can’t?”

“When was the last time you spent some time with us, your family, Az, and actually enjoyed it?” His brother challenged.

“I always enjoy it,” he protested. 

“I know you do, Cassian, too, but the people who don’t know you don’t. It took Feyre three years to understand you liked being in her company. We can’t afford to wait that long for you to persuade these people you’re one to be trusted,” Rhys retorted.

Azriel couldn’t deny the truth held in his words. He held his chin high. “What do you suggest?” He could tell Rhys was scheming, could see it in his violet eyes.

The other male grimaced. “Well, I’m not entirely sure you’ll like this.”

-

Elain Archeron took a deep, steadying breath, and began writing down what she’d seen a mere minutes ago, her hands slightly shaking.

It was far from being the first time she received visions concerning a middle aged woman. A queen, if the crown atop her head was of any indication. The thought made her hands shake harder.

This was the first time she’d been paralyzed by what her sight had shown her. She wrote faster. She needed to reach Feyre immediately.

It was an usual hot Spring day, and she opted not to wear any additional layers—her chiffon and satin dress was enough. Sprinting down the streets of Velaris, Elain ignored the many looks thrown her way. Not that she could blame them—a young Fae female huffing and puffing, clutching her skirts to prevent from tripping on them, her skin flushed from exertion was sure to attract people’s attention. 

Feyre was in her garden, showing a wide-eyed Nyx the colorful flowers that Elain had planted a couple of months ago. 

“Feyre,” she called.

Her sister jumped, whirling toward her. She brought the arm that wasn’t holding Nyx close to her chest. “Mother bless you, Elain, I didn’t hear you.”

Elain smiled. She took it as a compliment. It had taken months of stealth lessons to be able to sneak up on the Fae. Their enhanced hearing made it near impossible. 

Her nephew babbled, trying to capture her attention. She tickled his soft belly, earning a giggle from him. She pressed a soft kiss on his dark head, before turning back to Feyre.

Her smile slipped as she began recounting her vision. “She’s in one of the villages in Rask.” 

Feyre went still. “Are you certain?” Her grip on her son tightened.

“Yes.” She hesitated before adding, her voice tremulous, “She’s… She’s found it.”

Color bleached from Feyre’s cheeks. She took a seat on a nearby chair, Elain taking the other. Tense, worried silence settled between them, the only sound being Nyx’s babbling. Finally, Elain broke it. “I’m going to Rask.”

“Absolutely not,” Feyre replied immediately. 

The brown-eyed sister suppressed an irritated sigh. Even after all these years, her sisters had troubles allowing her to make her own decisions. No matter how many times she proved herself, they still saw her as a little girl in dire need of guidance. “I am,” she said firmly. “I may not be a good fighter like you and Nesta, but I know how to defend myself. You know the closer I am to her, the more detailed and the more frequent the visions will be.” It was how her visions worked. 

Yet Feyre shook her head. “I can’t let you—”

“You don’t have to let me do anything, actually.” Her sister flinched. Realizing how harsh her tone had been, Elain said gently, “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry. But Feyre, I know what I am doing. I know what I’m going against. I can’t sit here and do nothing, when the Mortal Queen has the Cauldron and I could find a way to stop her.” She let the words sink in, before going for the killing blow. “I couldn’t live with myself, knowing I could have stopped her and didn’t simply because I abhor violence. I want Nyx to grow up in a better world than we did.”

She deserved Feyre’s glare. She didn’t shy away from it, instead met her sister’s eyes. Worry and surrender battled in the blue-gray of her eyes,

At last, the High Lady of the Night Court, sighed. “There’s nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?”

Elain simply shook her head. 

“Even if I warned you Nesta won’t be alright with your decision?”

Again, the brown-eyed of the two sisters gave a curt shake of her head.

Her sister just let out another sigh. “Tell me your plan.”

Hiding her smile at this small victory, Elain explained, “I was thinking I could pretend to be a young widow, seeking shelter in the small Rask village. No one would suspect an heartbroken, innocent woman in need—”

“Wait,” Feyre interrupted her. “The old Mortal Queen is in a village in Rask?”

“Yes,” Elain answered, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“I may have another solution,” the High Lady said, enigmatically.

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Sitting at Feyre and Rhysand’s dining room table, Azriel couldn’t help but pick up on how on edge everyone seemed to be. Next to him was Rhys, who was busy staring at his mate, sitting right across him on the other couch. Doubtless, they were having some mind-to-mind conversation, thanks to their daemati abilities.

Unfortunately, it meant the other two people in the room with them were left in an awkward silence. Azriel looked up at Elain, attempting at subtlety, just to find her staring at him unabashed.

This was the first time they met. He’d heard plenty of Feyre’s older sister, but he never would have imagined how beautiful she was. Her golden brown hair was done nicely in a waterfall braid. The sunlight made her brown eyes shine like warm honey. 

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

And she was going to be his pretend wife.

That was Feyre and Rhys’ plan. For Azriel and Elain to go to the Rask village together, as husband and wife. 

He met her eyes. She glanced away, a soft blush spreading on her cheeks. Azriel cocked his head. What was she thinking? Why had she agreed to do this?

Rhys cleared his throat. “Well,” he began, before stopping. He looked at his mate, who rolled her eyes and spoke instead.

“So, Elain, this is Azriel. Azriel, this is Elain, my sister,” she introduced them. “We all know why we’re here, so let’s get straight to the point. You both need to go to this village in Rask. I don’t feel comfortable letting a young woman—my sister—travel alone by herself.” Azriel noticed Elain’s lips tightened. “And Azriel, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you need a cover to make people less frightened of you.” Feyre inadvertently glanced at his scarred hands. It was hard not to hide them from sight. He didn’t look to see if Elain was studying them, too. He didn’t know what he would say or do if she was. “Rhys and I believe you can help each other out. You can pretend you’re a newly married couple, looking to settle down in this village. You can figure out the details as you go.”

Silence blanketed the room. 

“I’ll do it,” Elain announced. They all turned to look at her. Color bloomed on her cheeks at the sudden attention. Looking at Azriel, she said, “If you’re fine with it, of course.” She bit her lower lip.

Azriel found himself nodding without really thinking about it. 

Feyre and Rhys both seemed to let out a relieved sigh. “Perfect. You’re leaving in two weeks, the passage has already been taken care of.” 

“You’ll need rings, of course. Azriel, can you take care of that?” Feyre addressed him.

Rings. Elain will need a ring, he thought. Again, he nodded without saying anything. He threw a quick glance toward Elain. She was staring at her hand, where a finger should—<i>will</i>—be. He tucked away his puzzlement. Later, when he was alone, he’d have all the time in the world to go over his first meeting with her.

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One, two, three.

Four, five, six.

seven, eight, nine.

Her small hands closed tightly over her ears, Tesni kept counting numbers, mumbling them to try to block out the screams in the background.

She was squeezed back against the wall of her mother’s dresser. She could see her chest rise quickly, beads of sweat crowning her forehead. Little, frantic sobs burst out of her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut, bringing her hands over it.

She heard everything clearly now. Her mother’s pleas, her father’s shouts as he tried to protect his mate.

Tesni kept counting, over and over again, long after her parents ceased crying and silence reigned once more. Long after the first rays of sunshine bathed the room with light.

A sharp metallic tang had built for a few hours now, overwhelming her sensitive nose.

When her neighbors found her, Tesni was lying on the dresser floor, still mumbling numbers. As they carried away from the carnage, wondering how she had survived for so long by herself, three words were ringing in her head, a last gift from her parents.

Remember the prophecy. 

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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 𝘵𝘩𝘦 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?"

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Clandestine Meetings

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Today I'm thinking about the symbolism behind the necklace Azriel gave Elain.

We already know the necklace was bought with Elain in mind (read: a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass) but what if that's not the only detail that shows us that? Walk with me.

"When held to the light, the true depth of the colours would become visible" - This is a very interesting detail. We're talking about Azriel - a man who associates Elain with light, who compares her to the sun at dawn. Azriel who, because of his trauma, doesn't think he's worthy of such a thing. Still, he gives her a necklace whose true depth of the colours only becomes visible when held to the light. (interesting, isn't it?)

"The amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm." - Taking everything we know about Elain's situation, this one really made me smile. Because both Azriel and Elain are completely aware of the mating bond that is stopping them from actually being together. They're meeting in secret, exchanging gifts when they both know they shouldn't (read: because her mate was upstairs).

But the gift itself is tiny enough, unremarkable enough that Elain could potentially use it on a day-to-day basis without raising suspicion. Sure, the charm could easily be dismissed as an everyday charm, but they would both know exactly what it meant.

To everyone else it would be just a cute necklace, but to Elain and Azriel it would be a reminder that their exchanged looks, their late night talks, their brush of fingers, their time spent in the gardens wasn't being forgotten. That it meant something.

All this to say: everything about this necklace seems like a very intentional decision on Azriel's end and I'm honestly obsessed with it.

#elriel #YUPPPPPP

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I choose you and me, religiously

Prompt: Clandestine Meetings (week two) @elriel-month

You can also read this story on AO3!

A/N: I was so happy when @elainsweetcobalt asked me to write a story to accompany this amazing fanart for this week's prompt. Shout-out to her and @tessorange-art for the incredible job because holy shit it's such a good fanart

It was nearly 1am when Elain finally got the courage to get up from the couch and lie to her family.

“I’m exhausted.” She said with what she hoped was a soft, convincing smile – so at odds with the erratic spike of adrenaline coursing through her body, numbing her limbs. “I’m going to call it a night.” She added a bit apologetically, aware of her sister’s knowing gaze on the side of her face. Elain paid Feyre no mind, feigning obliviousness as she dropped a good-night kiss on Rhysand’s cheek, happy to see that no suspicion lingered in his star-speckled eyes. Feyre, however, was waiting for Elain with open arms and an intrigued look on her face.

She knew her sister wouldn’t ask questions while her mate was watching them so closely, but nervous bubbles still fizzed in her tummy as she wondered what, exactly, was going through Feyre’s mind. Nevertheless, Elain smiled – a doe-eyed, innocent grin that did absolutely nothing to fool her sister, who remained mercifully silent as Elain wrapped her arms around her – and it was all she could do to keep her composure as she turned around and climbed up the stairs, the curious gaze of her family on her back the only reason why she didn’t rush to her room.

Truth be told, neither Rhys nor Feyre had any reason to be suspicious, no reason to believe Elain to be anything but the stickler for rules she’d always been. The reliable if not predictablesister is what they saw every time they glanced at her, and it was an image Elain was all to happy to sustain if it meant one more night with him, his lips on her skin, his weight on top of her.

Her entire body was a riot of sensations – hot yet cold, numb yet buzzing with energy – yet there was no reluctance, no hesitation in her step as she entered her room – silently locking the door behind her – and made her way past the neatly made bed, past the overflowing vase of colourful tulips and towards the balcony door, throwing it open with gusto.

Only to find that no one was there.

Which was to be expected, if not a bit underwhelming. So what if her throat was dry with thoughts of running into his arms? So what if she could barely breathe with the anticipation that pounded through with every beat of her heart?

Elain turned, walking towards her vanity in a futile attempt of distracting herself, pointedly ignoring the tulips that seemed to taunt her from beside the balcony door. Her reflection watched her from the mirror with feverish, wide eyes and flushed cheeks the same pink as her satin dress – one she had picked specially with him in mind. Goosebumps covered her skin as a cool gust of wind caressed her ankle, wrapping around her calf-

Elain looked down – at the dark tendril stroking her skin – and her gaze immediately snapped up again, looking through the mirror at the man standing behind her, so silent and so still she blinked to make sure she wasn’t imagining him. But there he was. She parted her lips, every word fleeing her mind as she took him in – a midnight-dark shadow and impressive, leathery wings, carefully tucked in behind him. His lush lips were tilted up ever so slightly, hair wind-blown and wild. A familiar swarm of shadows lazily coiled around her, reaching for her, touching her – gently wrapping around her legs, brushing against her arms.

Her name on his lips was a greeting, a plea, and before Elain could greet him back his scarred hand were caressing her neck, his thumb stroking her delicate skin. In a woosh of relief, Elain tilted her head to the side, wild eyes urging him to touch her more, to wrap his hand around her throat. But Azriel’s touch remained soft, languorous. His hazel eyes, however, betrayed his otherwise calm expression, chaotic as they traced her face, her bare neck, the plunging neckline of her satin dress, and then flickering to her face in obvious appreciation.

Elain’s mind went quiet as his hand trailed slightly down, playing with the strap of her dress, teasing her until she was squirming in her seat, spreading her legs open. She couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed by the needy sound that left her lips as she pressed against him. A whisper of a touch made her gasp, and Elain watched with hooded eyes as shadows trailed up her skin, brushing against her upper thigh.

Azriel leaned down and pressed his lips against her pulse point, nibbling and licking at the sensitive skin. Elain watched him through the mirror, fighting not to close her eyes and lose a second of the sinful image he painted tasting her. Azriel looked up, as if sharing her exact thoughts, and Elain’s breath caught in her chest as his hazel eyes flared and he smiled wickedly.

“Yes.” Elain answered the unspoken question, making Azriel chuckle at her eagerness. Elain did her best to glare at him, but then Azriel was pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, and any urge to fight was quickly forgotten.

“Were they suspicious?” He asked instead. The rumble of his whiskey voice sent a thrill down her spine, straight to her core. Elain bit her lip and shook her head. “Are you sure?” He knew damn well she was sure – just as she knew he had checked if it was safe to come into her room before even stepping foot in her balcony. But this was a familiar game to them, and they were both beyond pretending the thrill, the rush of sneaking out, of getting lost in each other when, on all accounts, they shouldn’t, didn’t excite them.

At that moment though, Elain couldn’t care less – not as she got up on shaky legs, turned around and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him with such force that Azriel staggered back before righting himself. He groaned low in his chest, kissing her back as if it were second nature. His shadows, Elain noticed fleetingly, had made themselves scarce, now replaced by Azriel’s hands as they reached for her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Does Rhys know you’re back?” Elain mumbled, pressing kisses to his jaw as he carried her to bed. Azriel pulled her hair back, holding her body close while pulling a strap of her dress down her arm, exposing her nipples to the cool breeze. He groaned, kissing her bare shoulder, down her chest until he was wrapping his lips around the peaked bud. Elain almost let him distract her. “Az?” She urged.

Azriel pulled back, kissing her temple, and laying her down the bed with such care her heart squeezed inside her chest. “He’ll know in the morning.” He finally said. Which meant no one knew Azriel was already in Velaris, back from his week-long mission. Which meant he could spend the night with her, unafraid of being sought out by anyone else.

Despite the leathers that still covered his body, he wasn’t the Shadowsinger, he wasn’t the Night Court’s Spymaster. Tonight, he was just Azriel. He was only hers.

So Elain smiled, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him take his top off, his eyes never leaving hers. And she didn’t look away either - not even as the sound of his pants hitting the floor echoed through the room. In what felt like slow-motion, he climbed up the bed and pushed the hem of her satin dress up her legs. The caress of his scarred hands against her tender skin made her squirm where she lay, and a needy whimper left her lips as his thumbs caressed her inner thighs. Elain spread her legs, mindless with want and too desperate to feel ashamed of her wanton display.

Azriel didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest – and with a groan, his fingers found her soaked center. With a muttered cursed, Azriel’s gaze turned to Elain, his lips seeking hers, his tongue battling hers as his thick fingers entered her, his thumb swirling around her clit. He fucked her with his fingers, going slow and fast then slow again, playing with her body until Elain was bowing off the bed, hips moving as she sought the sweet pressure of his fingers. Azriel knew what she needed – harder, faster – but still he kept his lazy pace, watching her with a satisfied smirk and hunger in his eyes. Like he couldn’t get enough of seeing her squirm under his touch, cheeks flushed while the sounds of his fingers fucking her echoed through the room. Azriel kissed her jaw, her neck, her chest, all the while muttering sweet praises against her skin.

Good girl.

You’re so wet for me.

You make me so hard.

His dirty words were enough to send her over the edge, and before Elain could help it, she cried out, legs shaking as she came hard around his fingers. There was nothing in her mind but pure bliss, her entire body seemingly bursting at the seams as she kept clenching rhythmically around him.

He shushed her tenderly, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You need to be quiet, or I can’t make you feel good, baby.” He muttered against her lips, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. Elain, still panting and probably looking as debauched as she felt, didn’t give him a chance to deny her a thing. Before he could mutter any more idle threats, she was pushing him until he fell on his back, bed bouncing with the impact. “Elain–” He tried to scold her, but she was beyond reasoning. Elain straddled him with ease, pulling the dress that had pooled around her waist up her body and throwing it behind her, caring little for where it landed. Azriel went silent, but the sight of his hands gripping the sheets spoke of his restraint. He wouldn’t touch her if he didn’t think he should – and hadn’t that been their problem for so long?

No longer, though.

Elain leaned down, dropping a kiss to his chest, eyes locked on his. “What if I want to make you feel good, too?” She murmured, kissing and licking his neck until he was panting under her. She would mark him tonight, right there so everyone could see. Let them ask where he had gotten it – let him remember it all again and come up with an excuse that could never do them any justice. “Will you be quiet?” She asked softly, hand reaching for his cock where it strained between their bodies. Azriel groaned, head dropping back as she pumped him slowly.

His hands finally reached for her waist when she bit the lobe of his ear, squeezing her fist around him and the sight of his naked body under her, strong muscles writhing and completely at her mercy sent a new wave a wetness to her core. She started pumping him harder, kissing him as he tried not to moan too loudly. Suddenly Elain understood why he enjoyed seeing her at his mercy.

“Holy fuck–” He groaned and power rushed through her at seeing this unbreakable man panting for her touch, nearly begging her for more. But Elain wasn’t as cruel as him – she raised her hips ever so slightly and aligned his member with her aching center. Azriel seemed to have stopped breathing, his own hands holding her still as she started to drop down his cock. “Shit.” He rasped and Elain had to agree. He fit perfectly, stretching her, and filling her in a way that sent starts bursting behind her eyelids.

She leaned down, hands holding her weight on his chest as she tried to move, but Azriel stopped her. “Give me a second.” He asked. Elain nodded, eyes closed as she fought the instinct to ride the man under her until both of them were screaming, secrets be damned.

“Azriel, please.” She begged when she couldn’t handle it anymore. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

He smiled softly, pushing a lock of hair away from her face. “Go ahead, baby.” He rasped, hands dropping to her hips. “Ride me.”

She hardly needed to be told twice. She moved her hips slightly, finding the perfect pace until both were panting, fighting not to make too much noise. But it was impossible – not as Azriel bent his legs and started thrusting up, hips meeting her own until the only thing she could hear was the sound of his skin meeting hers, his pained groans that sent sparks up her legs. A large hand grabbed her ass, guiding her up and down his cock as Azriel, with an impressive show if strength, sat up, his mouth wrapping around her nipple and sucking.

“Yes.” She mumbled, hands holding onto his shoulders as he kept filling her, fucking her until there was nothing she could think about the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

Euphoria crashed down her body as his skilled fingers found her clit, his lips on her neck as he rasped, “Come for me.”

Elain’s entire world ended and was made anew. Pleasure like she had never felt before numbed her limbs, turning her into putty in his hands. She felt herself fall onto him as he held her close, seeking his own pleasure in erratic thrusts and soft praises muttered against her sweaty shoulder. She felt him come inside her with a groan, filling her until they were both sated, drained, and falling down on the bed with whatever sliver of energy they had left.

“Holy fuck.” Azriel panted and Elain couldn’t help but giggle where she laid, splayed on top of his body and unwilling to let go.

She smiled lazily. “You’ve said that.”

“It bears repeating.” He smirked, chuckling softly as he glanced at her. He stroke her cheek gently, lost in thought. Elain didn’t ask him what was going through his mind, not even as he watched her with so much tenderness Elain almost looked away. Azriel leaned down instead, kissing her slowly, deeply. “Can I hold you while you sleep?” He asked, a soft frown on his face.

Elain pouted. “I don’t want to sleep.”

“You’re exhausted.”

“You’re back from Rask, and I’m the one who’s exhausted?” She teased, but Azriel just looked at her, letting her see everything going through his mind.

“I just need to hold you tonight.” He said, and Elain said nothing else. Because he would be leaving soon. Because she’d be waking up alone, any trace of him gone, his scent already fading from her sheets. And like always, despite her sore body and the vivid memories that would make her blush early in the morning, she would wonder if it had all been a dream. That is until she looked at the lovely vase by the window, where a new tulip stem would’ve joined the others. A different colour every time so Elain could tell them apart.

So Elain nodded as she reached for his lips once again. She wondered if maybe it was time to talk to Feyre. If there was a way for him to stop going away every other day. Not for the first time, she wondered if Rhys kept Azriel away for a reason – if in his concern for the people he loved, the High Lord wanted to avoid Azriel coming around Elain as much as possible, believing distance to be the key to a situation no one wanted. If he thought time apart would make them forget each other, want each other less.

If only he knew.

“I’m probably leaving again soon.” He murmured against her lips, as if he could muffle the words and stop them from coming out. From happening. “I won’t be able to tell you when I’ll be back.” He frowned, as if only now realising he’d be spending nights away from Velaris again.

A pang twisted in her stomach, but Elain smiled serenely, pressing a kiss to his chest. “That’s okay.” She reassured him, even if she knew every cell in her body would spend the entire time longing for him, too busy missing him to care for anything else.

Azriel eyed the balcony door, the gauzy curtains still blowing with the night breeze. “I don’t want you to wait for me without knowing when I’ll be back.”

Elain raised her head, eyes heavy with sleep as she watched him. “Won’t you come to me when you get back?”

“Always.”

“Then I’ll be waiting for you.” She reassured him.

“Elain–”

“Sleep, Az. You need to rest.” She laid her head on his chest, snuggling closer to him just as he interlaced his fingers through hers. He sighed in defeat and Elain felt her heart trip inside her chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling happily as she closed her eyes. “I always leave the door open for you, anyway.”

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Late meeting at the town house 🌌

A collab with @elainsweetcobalt for @elriel-month

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