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starswhogaze · 5 months
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Healing his inner child ❤️‍🩹
@azrielappreciationweek Day 6 | Past & Future
As we all know, Azriel had an immensely traumatic childhood. For this commission, @duskcowboy and I wanted to show an adult Azriel comforting his younger self, healing his inner child, and finally letting the light in that he was once so deprived of 🥹♥️
Hope you all love it as much as we do!
♡ 🎨 by the incredible @mastiba on Instagram
♡ Commissioned by @duskcowboy and me!
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greenleaf777 · 5 months
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I gotta say I LOVE how committed Azriel is LOL
Hes like ALL ELAIN ALL THE TIME he falls for her and hes all in. Theres no wishy-washy shit with Az. Hes so in love hes more than willing to battle and kill Lucien to be with Elain, hes willing to question an age old sacred cultural thing like the mating bond because he feels so strongly for Elain. In his bonus chapter the ONLY one he thinks about *cough*intimately*cough* is Elain. Hes not oooh elain but also oooh gwyn oooh mor oooh nesta oooh random fae he sees on the street lol.
Even before Elain with Mor all we know is that hes had feeling for only her for a VERY long time, only moving on when she didn’t reciprocate and he met the ONE who did want him.
Also, for how hardcore and spooky he supposed to be(and how a lot of the fandom sees him) he is really just a very quiet, thoughtful, caring character. And i think thats another reason he fits so well with Elain. And a big reason I am such a fan of him. Can’t wait to read is POV in Elains book. I also needs Elains pov of her just admiring him 😂.
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duskandcobalt · 5 months
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Comfort Crowd
hi! this is my contribution to day one of #azrielappreciationweek2023 (cc: @azrielappreciationweek)
the prompt is "The Family You Make" so I wrote a little one-shot about Az and Nesta, my favourite little bestie pairing 💕
1.3k words - no warnings other than slight language :) just two friends notorious for not talking about their emotions, talking about emotions!
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Azriel struggles to hold back his grin when Nesta waddles into the library at the House of Wind where he’s reclined on a sofa in front of the fireplace, flipping through yet another report in preparation for a meeting with Rhys in the morning. She’s wearing a simple oversized nightgown in the colour of cream, one of her hands rests on her swollen belly while the other is pressed against the small of her back.
Nesta is only a few weeks from giving birth to his very first niece and while she’d only become more beautiful over the past few months, the scowl on her face tells him that she is more than ready for this pregnancy to be over.
Azriel quickly swings his long legs off the sofa, shuffling around and sitting up to make room for her.
“Oh, yes. Please. Go ahead and laugh at me.” She glares at him as he chuckles, watching as she carefully lowers herself onto the seat he’d left free for her. He knows better than to offer help but a few of his shadows gather around her just in case. “If you had been a better chaperone, maybe I wouldn’t be in this fucking predicament.”
“Right.” Azriel snorts. “As if my presence has ever deterred you two from…” He trails off, making vague gestures with his hands to convey his thoughts instead of using the obscenities that came to mind. 
She only rolls her eyes in response and he knows that she knows that he’s right. 
Nesta and Cassian had never been particularly shy about making sure their needs were met and as ravenous as the two of them were, Azriel’s ears had unintentionally been made witness to their activities more times than he cared to admit. Even the enchanted ear plugs Elain gave him for Solstice one year hadn’t been enough to drown out the sound some nights.
Azriel pats his leather covered thigh and Nesta’s lips tilt upwards at the corners as she turns to the side and lifts her legs. He reaches down and meets her halfway, grasping her calves to help her lay on the sofa with her feet in his lap. Nesta sighs with relief at the feeling of his thumb pressing into the sole of her foot.
“Oh you’re so wonderful to me, Shadowsinger. So good with those hands of yours.” She smirks. There’s a suspicious lilt to her voice. “I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you with you-know-who.” 
Azriel’s hands pause as he fixes her with a stern look. 
“Sorry, sorry!” Nesta apologises, laughing in a way that tells Azriel she isn’t sorry at all. “Please keep going, I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
They spend most of their evenings together like this whenever Azriel is home from an assignment, whether Cassian is around or not. Most of the time, the three of them gather together in the library or the living room, chatting until the early hours of the morning. But sometimes it’s just him and Nesta, sitting in the comfort of each other’s presence, passing sweets back and forth while she reads a book and he reads his reports.
It was rare for Azriel to befriend new people but Nesta had seamlessly become a significant part of his life because they had understood each other so intrinsically from the very beginning.
Azriel had seen right through her abrasiveness. He knew that behind her snark and cutting remarks, there was a female that was so wounded that she’d rather push people away than let someone in close enough to hurt her. He understood that she was frightened to allow herself the things she wanted for fear that they would be taken from her.
Likewise, he had caught Nesta watching him with eyes that noticed too much on multiple occasions. He was aware that she saw the way he yearned for something or someone he couldn’t or wouldn’t allow himself to pursue. Azriel also had utter confidence that she would never say anything about it to anyone, or even to him, unless he brought it up first. 
Nesta would always keep his unspoken secrets just as he kept hers. 
It’s quiet in the library for a long while, only the quiet crackle of the fire and the sighs coming from Nesta as Azriel relieves the agonsing tension in her feet, when she breaks the silence. 
“Az?” Her voice is uncharacteristically soft in a way that makes her seem so small. When he glances over at her, Nesta’s eyelids are shut and there’s a tiny, sad frown on her face. 
“What is it, Nes?”
“I’m so scared.” Her words are shaky and barely above a whisper. “What if I’m not a good mother?”
Azriel’s eyebrows furrow together, his fingers stopping for half a second as he contemplates what to say.
“Why would you think that?” 
“I just…” She takes a deep breath. “I never had a good relationship with my own mother and I’m worried that I’ll end up being just like her.” 
Azriel opens his mouth to respond but stops when she continues.
“Cassian is so good. He has so much love and he gives it so freely.” Nesta swallows. “It’s harder for me. What if I screw her up?” 
“I think that being worried that you’ll be like your mother is proof enough that you won’t be anything like her. Bad parents don’t tend to worry about how they’ll treat their children.” Azriel says gently. “You love so deeply, Nesta. Just because you show it in a different way than Cass, it doesn’t mean that you’re any less capable of raising and caring for a child than he is.” 
Nesta exhales and Azriel can tell that her mind is still racing. 
“You practically raised, Elain.” He rotates her ankles. “I know how much you love your sisters and I know how much they love you. Besides, you’re already wonderful with Nyx. He adores you. He’s always babbling about his Aunt Nesta.”
Azriel smiles when he hears her laugh quietly. She knows that what he said is true. Because while Rhysand and Feyre’s son was often attached by the hip to Elain, Nesta was the only person he’d leave her to go running to the second he heard her voice or she entered his line of vision. 
Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys had all burned with jealousy that the winged boy they had waited centuries for had seemingly taken an immediate liking to the females of the family but with any luck, they’d get their revenge once Cassian and Nesta’s daughter entered the picture.
“You’ll be an incredible mother.” Azriel pats her calf in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. “You and Cass will be brilliant parents and that little girl will be so loved. You know I can’t wait to meet her.”
“You’re a great friend, Az.” She reaches a hand out to him and he takes it in his. Warmth floods him as she squeezes his fingers gently. “Cass and I are lucky to have you. She’ll be so  lucky to have you, too.” Nesta rubs her other hand over her bump and Azriel watches in amazement as her movement is met with a small but powerful kick from the babe inside her womb. 
“She agrees.” One of Nesta’s eyebrows lifts in amusement and she gives him her first proper smile of the night. 
His heart swells as he returns her bright smile with a soft one of his own. It swells even more when he looks up to see Cassian leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, watching him and Nesta with a fond smile and eyes shimmering with tears.
Azriel couldn’t possibly think of anyone better suited to be his best friend’s Mate. Nesta was strong willed and stubborn but she loved so fiercely even if she couldn’t admit it to herself. She would lay her life on the line for Cassian over and over again, as she had done once before. It was the tough, relentless type of love that his kind hearted friend deserved and Azriel was proud that over time, she had slowly but surely become someone that he could not only call his friend, but his sister.
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tswaney17 · 5 months
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Words of Wisdom
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For @azrielappreciationweek, Day 4: Domestic Life, I wanted to highlight Az spending time with his mother and their bonding over a common interest. 💙
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Trigger warnings: minor angst
Word Count: 1,599
This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.
Azriel’s wings beat against the chilled wind, still bitter cold even in the afternoon. Though nothing could compare to the frozen tundra of the Illyrian Steppes in the middle of winter, of which, he was well accustomed.
But the further south he flew, the warmer it got. Slightly. It was still by definition winter on the island where Rosehall stood, but it didn’t get nearly as cold as Velaris.
It was only a week after Solstice, a week since his brother laid the order down on him and Azriel was struggling with himself. He did not understand the motives, could not control his anger at Rhys for what he did. And for that reason, he needed to leave.
For a little while, that is.
Truthfully, he needed his mother. He needed her wisdom and advice.
Over five centuries old and the feared Shadowsinger of the Night Court still sought his mother when things turned sour. How utterly pathetic.
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12 Day Countdown!
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We're less than two weeks out to celebrate our favorite Shadowsinger and broody bat boy! Azriel Appreciation Week begins on Sunday, November 5, 2023! We can't wait to see what you have in store for us. 💙🗡🦇
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Azriel Week Day 4 : Romance
“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.”— 𝓐 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓡𝓾𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝔂 @sjmaas
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offtorivendell · 2 years
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Shadows and Attors and Wolves, Oh My!
A very short bit of nonsense, posted for @azrielshadowsingerweek Day 5 - Hobbies. It could also work for Day 3 - Friends and Family.
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Feyre stepped softly up the stairs to her now twelve month old son's room, looking forward to some cuddles after a long day meeting with Velaris' city planners, and hoping that Rhys had kept him up just a wee bit little later than usual so she wouldn't have to wake him. Nyx, a bright and cheerful child, was always happy to hug his Mama, but his mood did suffer a little the next morning if his sleep was interrupted.
Rounding the corner of the landing, she heard the dregs of a whispered suggestion, followed by some sort of deep, muffled question, and then a quick, "Do it, he loves the scary ones best," in her mate's night-kissed voice. Giggling cut through the silence of the river house, full of joy.
Curiosity piqued, she winnowed silently, landing just outside the doorway to Nyx's room, finding Rhys and Azriel inside. Rhys was lounging in the rocking chair, with two arms full of one very excited Nyx—who was clapping his hands and wings in time with each other, nearly smacking his father in the face—while Azriel was standing off to the side of the faelight set on the bedside table, using his shadows to create extravagant creatures against the wall.
She smiled at the sight.
Azriel must have been practising, because these animals were readily identifiable and even moved independently. A far cry from his earliest efforts.
As Feyre watched, she saw the wolf and puppies romping across the wall transform into a winged faerie, then five, with wings and talons spread as they flew across the wall—all Attors, she quickly realised. Concern for her son rose, as she didn't want to put him to bed primed for nightmares, but before she could say anything a soft, dark presence stroked at the edges of her mind.
It's okay, Rhys said, Nyx here seems to appreciate the fell beasts. The more horrific, the better.
Relaxing, Feyre sent a single message back down their bond: If he wakes up crying, I blame you.
Rhys chuckled, and Azriel, who had almost certainly known she was there from the moment she had entered the house, simply raised his eyebrows at his brother. "Silent conversations are rude when one person can't participate, you know."
Rhys raised one hand in apology as Feyre stepped into the room. "Alright, shadow master. What next?"
Feyre grinned wickedly, taking Nyx into her arms and perching herself on the tufted arm of the chair, dropping a kiss on the top of his soft, dark hair.
"Try Bryaxis."
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Please excuse this short, fluffy nonsense. I just think it would mean a lot to Azriel to be able to use his powers for innocent fun. To know that his shadows, which might be considered scars of a sort - of his time in his father's dungeon, if that is truly when they came to him - are thought of as beautiful by his friends and family. That they, he, can create things of beauty, and bring joy.
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lady-riel · 2 years
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Gwyn: What’s it like being a spymaster?
Azriel: Secretive.
Gwyn: Secretive like playing a game of telephone or secretive like burying your heart in the ground in the dead of night?
Azriel:
Azriel:
Azriel:
Azriel: What heart
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Seven days until Azriel Appreciation Week 2022!
🔹️18th to 24th of September.
🔹️Cick here for the prompts.
🔹️Have fun!
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440gallery · 1 year
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sadiegirl2021 · 19 days
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My submission for @gwynrielweeksofficial on Ao3
One bed trope mixed with firsts!
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Where It All Started - Sneak Peak
It all began innocently enough.
One night, Gwyn found herself ensnared in a recurring nightmare, the kind that relentlessly disturbed her sleep. Azriel's shadows had woken him up, whispering that Gwyn needed his help. He hadn’t been in her room before. She’d claimed one near his own a few months ago, finally accepting Nesta’s offer to live in the main house.
Without hesitation, Azriel, armed with his trusty dagger, hurried to her room, ready to defend his friend. But, upon entering, he discovered no external threat—only Gwyn thrashing feverishly in bed, repeatedly uttering the word 'no.'
“Gwyn,” he called gently, hesitant to touch her. He instructed his shadows to shake her lightly while trying to call to her again.
“Gwyn!” This time she responded, shooting up out of bed, startled and frantic, scanning her surroundings for intruders, sweat coating her body.
“It was just a nightmare,” Azriel reassured her, settling himself at the foot of her bed while reaching for her hand.
“It felt so real,” she said, her breaths coming in pants, unshed tears threatening to fall.
Azriel squeezed her hand in comfort. She willed herself not to cry, running through her mind-stilling, trying to calm herself.
He copied her breathing in solidarity, wondering if she had bad dreams like this in the priestess dormitories and how they would soothe her back to sleep. All he could offer was his patience.
When Gwyn had finally calmed, Azriel dropped her hand, moving to leave her to sleep. “I’ll be down the hall if you need me,” he said, offering a small smile as he rose.
She grabbed his hand back before he could leave. “Az….”
He looked at her with a softness she rarely saw. “Yes?”
“Can you stay with me tonight… please?”
Azriel nodded. He moved to grab one of the chairs near the fireplace to place beside her bed.
"Can you sleep beside me, maybe hold me? My sister used to do that when I had nightmares," she interjected.
Azriel nodded once more but glanced down at himself. He had rushed into her room so quickly that he was only now painfully aware he was in just his undershorts. "Do you want me to put more clothes on first?" he asked tentatively.
She probably should have been more concerned about his lack of dress, but she trusted Azriel. He could be completely bare, and she knew he wouldn’t touch her without permission. "No, it’s fine," she replied, pulling the blanket down for him to join her in bed.
They adjusted until Azriel’s arm enveloped her shoulders, and her face nestled against his chest. He couldn’t help but inhale her scent as her hair brushed against his nose. It was hypnotic, lavender and sun-kissed oceans. Had anyone ever smelt so divine to him? His wing instinctively wrapped around her like an extra blanket of protection against the world.
“Thank you, Azriel… It’s coming up to the anniversary of losing Catrin. The nightmares are always worse around this time.”
Azriel’s heart squeezed. He should have remembered it was coming up, but he tried to block out the memories of that day as much as possible.
“Of course, Gwyn. I’m always here for you… we all are,” he reassured her, placing a gentle kiss on her head. She snuggled closer, holding him tighter. Azriel could get used to this. He couldn’t remember the last time he just held someone. He was usually all business when it came to intimacy. Trousers were back on right after, and he was out the door before he could be roped into pillow talk.
But this was nice. Gwyn felt so soft and warm, and he couldn’t resist tracing soothing circles along her arm as he listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart. He willed his own to beat in sync.
It felt right being with her in this way, an additional means to comfort and protect her. Lately, he found himself doing that quite often—keeping a watchful eye on her during training, strolling a bit closer to her in the city, sitting beside her at dinner… and breakfast, and sometimes lunch! If she noticed the extra attention, she didn't mention it. They were friends after all… maybe even more than that. He was drawn to her. And not just because she was the most beautiful female he'd ever met, but because she was so much more than that. She was strong, fierce, and competitive. And he loved spending time with her.
“Azriel,” Gwyn whispered.
“Yes?” he replied, feeling extremely relaxed. Which was rare for him.
“What are you thinking about?”
He smiled to himself, “I was thinking you might be the best friend I’ve ever had.”
She laughed against his chest, “Wow! Don’t tell Nesta that!” He chuckled in agreement.
“Do your shadows sleep?” she asked.
Azriel hummed a ‘yes’.
“Where?”
“In the corner, under the bed, beside the door… anywhere dark.”
Gwyn went quiet, and he could feel himself falling asleep. That was until she asked, “Did they tell you I was dreaming?”
“Yes,” he confirmed while letting out a yawn he couldn’t hold back.
He could feel Gwyn smile against his chest, “Do you want me to stop talking now?”
“No, no… I’m fine,” he answered, his voice unconvincing as he held in a second yawn. Staying awake seemed impossible.
Gwyn chuckled. “Goodnight, Azriel,” she murmured, placing a tiny kiss against him, right on his heart.
Azriel tightened his grip on her. “Goodnight, Gwyn.”
Within moments, he drifted into oblivion, Gwyn not far behind.
They both slept soundly, undisturbed by anything else for the rest of the night.
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starswhogaze · 5 months
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Azriel officially going 299 to 1 in snowball fights ❄️🪨
@azrielappreciationweek Day 7 | Free
“Rhys & Az were so mad at each other during the snowball fight that they were fighting dirty. Like putting ice & rocks in the snowballs & throwing them at each other at 500 mph. And Cassian, because he was all twitterpated, was just kind of smiling & half-paying attention, so after Rhys & Az just beat the sh*t out of each other, they both threw a snowball at the same time and knocked each other out, leaving a smiling, stupid Cassian the winner” — SJM in a post-acosf interview 😆
Here is the depiction of Az after he lost the most recent snowball fight, we imagine he was quite fed up with Rhys 🤭
♡ 🎨 by the remarkable @nanna.arts on Instagram
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greenleaf777 · 4 months
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Quick little sketch of Azriel looking at Elain’s gift for him as he tries to sleep.
See his bonus chapter for the reference
The idea that he actually does that every night is just so cute to me. He is so in love with Elain it’s insane.
But it also kind of sad that he must feel thats all he can have of her, so he never uses it. 😢
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positivewitch · 5 months
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@emerieweekofficial Day 3 - Family/Friends
Emerie , Gwyn, Nesta, Az, Cas go to the vacation at the Summer Court
(P.S. Cassian begged to be forgiven by Summer Court and swear he’ll never destroy any building “ again”)
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tswaney17 · 5 months
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Little Heir
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@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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Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas
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Trigger warnings: mild NSFW language, tooth-rotting fluff
Word Count: 1,177
This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.
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 Appreciation Week! - Coming Soon!
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🔹It's time to celebrate our beloved, Shadowsinger! Azriel Appreciation Week - 2023 is scheduled for the 5th - 11th of November.
🔹Positivity only: all ships are welcome, let's be respectful of everyone who participates!
🔹Find us on Instagram and Twitter, too!
🔹We will be using the tag #azrielappreciationweek2023. Be sure to also tag us @azrielappreciationweek in your posts so we can share them on this page!
🔹More information is on the way. 🦇 Prompts here!
Art by the incredible @/gabrielleragusi (IG).
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