We know Elucien's got regency vibes, but tell me this isn't Gwynriel!
"He looked at her, and somehow he didn’t see the woman he’d seen so many times before. She was different. She glowed. She was a siren, a goddess, and he wondered how on earth no one had ever noticed this before."
Azriel: The Spring Court wants to know what kind of weapons we are bringing to the meeting of the High Lords. I'm letting them know it's private information.
Feyre, looking over Azriel's shoulder: This just says "fuck around and find out" in calligraphy.
Not to be a hater but I think this art you posted is ai if you look at the hand on the right and the funky background... https://www.tumblr.com/shansenfan/746601967652077568/who-ever-the-artist-is-who-made-this-i-am-telling?source=share
I feel like of all of them, Gwyn and Az would pull the most insane/unhinged coordinated tactics mid-fight.
As in someone's after Gwyn because she's been wrecking their whole operation, they think they have her trapped nearing some fortress's walls or a cliff, and she just smiles and falls backwards off the side of it only for Az to soar back over it with her seconds later.
She's probably sent the enemy's own hellhounds or water wraiths whatever they have guarding the place after them while Az mutters about how stupid and reckless that was in her ear while flying them to safety.
Ran here to type this out as fast as I could. Needed to put it into words before the idea slipped from my mind.
Summary: You and Azriel are seeing each other but have decided to keep it a secret. Somehow, it makes it all the more exciting.
Warnings: Mentions of smut. MDNI!
Rainy day cuddles with Az as he runs his fingers down your arm leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Everyone is occupied elsewhere finally giving the both of you time to relax together and bask in each others presence.
Stolen kisses in dark corridors as the both of you try to make the most out of the limited time you have. The risk of getting caught gives you a heady rush. Something was seriously wrong with you but you didn't care as long as you had him.
Holding in your moans and whimpers as he takes you over and over again in his room leaving you a writhing mess beneath him. He lets out his groans into your mouth, whispering dirty praises in you ear as you come undone around him. (THIS MADE ME FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY PLEASEEEEE.)
The soft brush of his wings against you, a stroke of fingertips against exposed skin, glances that last longer than necessary and stares so intense, it feels like he's undressing you with his eyes.
The way your eyes flick to his when you enter a room only to find him already looking your way. The soft smile reserved only for you thrown your way that makes your heart flutter and toes curl.
The marks left on your body only in places he can see and touch. The memory of him leaving soft kisses over each and every single one of them.
The way he makes a tendril of shadow run over your skin underneath your dress, teasing and taunting you in front of everyone.
The way he is attuned to your emotions and always gets you your favorite dessert after you had a tough day. You didn't even have to say anything. He just knew.
A/N: That's it. I'm just gonna go daydream about him. You should too ❤️