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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 2 years

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Elriel Month Week 1. “Always”

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Elain dozed peacefully in Azriel’s arms as he carefully attempted to pry himself away from her soft curves. Her hair was a mess and lay tangled over half of her face, her full, pink lips were parted as her breath puffed out evenly, and her supple body was safely tucked into his chest. He didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed, her embrace. But he was being summoned by a meddling High Lord. Mind to mind. He scowled and fortified his mental shields, shutting out Rhys for just a little longer, not yet ready to leave the little slice of heaven he found himself in this morning.

Apparently, dealing with an unruly prisoner in the Hewn City dungeons was a more pressing matter than residing between Elain’s legs for the fourth time this morning. He had snuck in from his month long mission well past midnight, finding her awake and waiting for him, and proceeded to attentively, and thoroughly, worship her. The memories of the night before made his cock twitch. The sweet taste of her, her sinful curves, her soft flesh.

His eyes raked down her gloriously naked body, pressed up against his, and smiled. She clung to him— as if even in her sleep, she couldn’t stand to be away from him. They hadn’t bothered to put any clothes back on throughout the night, they’d only be torn off moments later.

Gods. The sight of her, the scent of her.

He groaned longingly, pawing at her ample behind, his attempts at trying not to rouse her from sleep flung out the window along with his sanity, apparently.

Elain stirred in his arms and inhaled a deep breath as her eyes fluttered open and focused on Azriel’s face above her. His hazel eyes churned with heat. His hand was still kneading her ass. She smiled softly.

“Good morning.”

He returned her smile, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of her pert nose and shuffling himself free from their tangle of limbs. He hitched himself up on an elbow to gaze down at her, his other hand resting on the curve of her waist.

“You don’t have to go, do you?” her voice was small, still croaky from sleep.

“Soon.” He responded. The light in her eyes stuttered.

“You only just came back.” She didn’t want to sound like a petulant child, but she missed him. Whenever he wasn’t there, she missed him.

“I’m not going far, my love. Rhys just needs me to deal with something in the Court of Nightmares. I’ll be back in the evening.”

“You mean you have to deal with someone,” she corrected, her eyes full of worry for him. Always for him.

He nodded his head in ascent, just once, and reached out a scarred knuckle, trailing it down her smooth cheek. “You needn’t worry about me, Elain. I’ve been doing this for centuries.”

“I will always worry. You’re mi—” she stopped herself from saying that last word.

She would always worry for him, worry about the effect his work had on his well-being. She was well aware he had been the Night Court Spymaster for centuries, longer than Rhys had been High Lord even. But she was also aware that he did not find joy in torturing, did not relish in the game of defiance and mental gambit. If she could spare him from this encumbrance, she would. In a heartbeat…

She nuzzled back into his embrace, hiding her face from his gaze. Casting her eyes down she whispered into his chest, as if uttering the words directly into his heart, “I just... I wish we were both somebody else.”

His brow furrowed slightly in confusion. He didn’t quite follow, but he remained silent and let her finish her thought. He let his thumb trace soothing circles across the smooth skin of her waist.

“Only so… so we wouldn’t be somebody else’s…” she finished shyly, as if weary he might mock or chastise her for sharing her inner most thoughts. She knew he never would, but the feelings of doubt cruelly engrained from years of neglect and mistreatment by her mother had done their job well.

Understanding bloomed across his face. He knew what she was saying; they were always being pulled apart, their actions monitored by those who laid claim to their autonomy. By his High Lord. By her mate.

So, he shared her sentiment. He really did. And he didn’t want to claim her aloud, didn’t want to come off as a typical territorial fae male but, in his heart, she was his. Just as he was hers. His whole heart belonged to her. No other option made sense. And he hated that they had to sneak around. That they had to hide. That their love, although pure - a thing of secret, lovely beauty - remained ultimately forbidden.

“Elain,” he tugged her chin up with deft fingers so she could peer at him, so she could see the sincerity he hoped to convey in his expression. “I am no one else’s, but yours. I’m yours.”

She swallowed thickly, her delicate throat bobbing with the motion. “I want to call you mine. So that everyone knows. And I only want to be yours.”

“We will have that time; I promise you this Elain. But until certain… issues are dealt with, we must remain discreet. More than anything for your safety, as well as the tenuous political alliances of Prythian’s Courts and its’ High Lords.”

He rattled off the last line almost absentmindedly, his voice flat and emotionless. The words tasted like ash in his mouth, regurgitated from his lips mindlessly as he had listened to Rhys spout the same argument to him time and time again— whenever he challenged his High Lord on the matter, which was often.

But her safety was his number one priority. He would never forgive himself if Beron saw fit to lay claim on her in his son’s honour. If he believed it was within his rights to drag her to the Autumn Court and crown her a bride within the amber territory. A growl threatened to rip from his throat at the mere thought.

Her brown eyes bore into his as he spoke those monotonous words. Like she was peering through a window directly into his soul, she understood him. She always had. She recognised his weakness; her safety. Even if it sacrificed her happiness, if only for a little while, Azriel would always ensure her safety. He had gone on suicide missions for her safety, and she didn't doubt he would do so again without hesitation.

Her face softened, letting the thought go in favour of enjoying Azriel’s company for a little while longer. She settled back into the mattress before she whispered, “Lay with me, for a little while?”

He happily obliged. He could never deny her.

Azriel rolled onto his front, his chest half resting on top of hers as she lay on her back. She nestled her head back onto her pillow, wild hair sprawled across the white sheets.

“Always,” he murmured, dipping his head down and tracing his lips, so feather light, across her elegant collar bones. He heard her suck in a soft breath, and that’s all it took for his earlier heat to rise to the surface again, the need thrumming through his veins like rushing waters through rocky mountain rapids.

“Azriel.” His name was a hushed prayer. A reverent plea, uttered in the buttery soft light of the early autumn morning peeking through the thick curtains of her bedroom.

“I’m here, love. I’ll always be here.” He murmured the words into her skin as his hands fluttered over her chest, her waist, her hips.

She split her thighs, making room for him between them and he rolled on top of her. Pressing her naked body into the plush mattress beneath them, his tongue traced a lazy path across her burning skin.

Her hands dove into his raven hair, the strands already standing in every direction from their previous tumbles, and she pulled his face toward hers. Her doe eyes glanced back and forth between his before she crashed her soft lips upon his in a desperate yet slow kiss, her tongue lapping against his languidly, her need for him apparent. A breathy moan sounded as Azriel gave her everything back.

Elain rolled her hips below him, the dripping folds of her sex running along the proud length of his shaft, alerting him to just how desperate she is for him. And he knows her need. Acutely feels this carnal hunger mirrored within himself. For this morning, after so long apart, their moments of intimacy were not merely chasing pleasure, but an inherent desire to be joined.

To experience the other so thoroughly, to share body and mind and soul so completely in a futile attempt to chase away the incessant ache when they are apart. To make their forbidden love somewhat bearable when they are forced to pretend they are anything but two halves of a whole; already so intrinsically, irrevocably, intertwined.

He groaned, angling his body to line the swollen, leaking tip of his cock with her entrance. He trembles with restraint above her, the need to be inside of her already clawing at his control despite being buried within her several times since his return mere hours ago.

He draws his hands up the length of her sides, one finding purchase in her thick locks, the other coming up to interlace her fingers with his, pinning her hand to the mattress besides her head.

“Azriel,” she whimpers again, and he takes that as his cue to plunge himself inside her. Her warm heat welcomes him, enveloping him deliciously.

He marvels.

Every time he sheaths himself within her he cannot help but be in complete awe of this female. He finds no resistance as he pushes deeper and deeper, burying himself to the hilt. They fit so perfectly against one another, as if they were carved from a single piece of marble.

Her soft sighs fan across his face, her fingers clenching his, as he rolls his hips slowly, languidly, into hers. As if he has all the time in the world to love her. Each exquisite stroke of his cock reaches deep within her but… he finds it’s still not enough, its never enough. He never feels close enough to her, and she claws at his back and bicep with her free hand, seemingly just as desperate to have him closer too.

He settles his weight on top of her and continues his slow, decadent fucking, her legs wrapping around him to find purchase around his trim waist. She claims his lips once more, her tongue greedily sweeping into his mouth, both their pleasure building.

She breaks the kiss, muttering something against his lips over and over before he realises she’s whispering I’m yours, only yours, always yours. It shatters his heart and remoulds it again, Elain breaking and reshaping it herself so it will only ever fit with hers. Like a lock that has never been opened, its long-forgotten key forged by the gentle flower grower, the bold king slayer. Only she will ever wield it.

He withdraws his fist from her hair and clasps her palm in his, both her hands now restrained gently above her head, smooth fingers intertwined with scarred ones. They’re both glistening with sweat, his chest sliding across hers, heavily pinned beneath him, as he continues thrusting, rolling into her dripping sex. Azriel tucks his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her heavenly scent as he murmurs to her, you’re mine Elain, only mine, always mine.

She cries out just once, a single sob of pleasure and surrender at his words, before her legs begin to quake around him, her hands gripping his like a vice above their heads. Her slickened walls clench around his thick cock and he follows her climax with his own moments later, tumbling over the edge, enveloping himself deep inside her. Azriel wills every part of him to melt over her entirely, shrouding her, veiling her completely within this perfect moment that’s just for them. Attempting to convey his desperate yearning for her, trying to convince her he’ll never leave, never let her go, no matter how much space is physically between them. No matter who attempts to stand between them.

Prying his face from the crook of her neck with a trail of feather-light kisses to her throat, he gazes down at her blissed-out expression. He smiles softly, a smile only ever granted to Elain. His Elain.

“My everything, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

She pushes his shaggy hair out of his eyes, unruly inky strands stuck to his temples with sweat. “You’re all I need, Azriel. You’re all I’ve ever needed.”

He kisses her deeply, lazily, once more. Before he has to go.

He untangles their limbs from one another, leaving her sprawled out in their bed like a glowing goddess, turning to his pile of clothing and begins to methodically dress for his role of Spymaster of the Night Court.

Strapping his weapons to his armour and Truth Teller to his thigh, he turns back once more to stare at her. Elain lounges on her stomach now, her chin resting in a palm, watching him dress with sultry, half-lidded eyes.

She smiles, her devastatingly beautiful face rendering him breathless. “Come back to me?”

She asks the question— knowing the answer— but asks it all the same.

He stoops down, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair, lips lingering just a little longer. His hand fingering the soft tresses of her golden brown curls.

“Always,” he promises.

Every single time he needs to leave, he utters the same promise he never intends to break. Always.

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stargirl00s · 2 years

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Week 2 – Spies, visions, shadows, and knives🌜🖤

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shedoessoshedoes · 2 years

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Behind Their Backs

HELLO, and welcome to I think I want to write angst and then I realize I hate doing that so HAVE SOME FLUFF!! Written for Elriel Week 2022 (Forbidden) (It's in there. If you squint) I hope you love it, and tell me what you think!!

wc: 2031

tw: slight nsfw

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It’s after midnight when Azriel finally hears his front door open. Keys hit the tray, and then soft footsteps make their way over to his bedroom. He rolls over in bed to face the doorway, one arm propping his head up. The door opens, and there she is.

Elain is stunning, even after a 8 hour shift and then a night out with her sisters. The light from his kitchen behind her gilds her unbound hair, and a tired smile breaks across her face. He loves her, Mother, he loves her so damn much.

“Hi,” she says quietly, making her way over to the chest of drawers.

“Hi,” he says back, voice heavy. He’d almost been asleep. He watches as she pulls out one of his shirts and pulls it over her head. “I almost didn’t think you were going to make it.”

“I know,” she sighs. “I know. I have to get up and leave early tomorrow, too, but I wanted to see you.”

Because his brothers were coming over, and they couldn’t know that she had been here. Because Rhys had decided to tell both Azriel and Cassian that Feyre’s sisters were off limits when they’d first started dating so nothing was awkward. A good idea, in theory, but both Az and Cassian had been nursing crushes for the Archeron sisters since their first introduction, so it just led to feelings of resentment, and in Azriel’s case, lies.

Two years ago, Elain had told Azriel how she felt, and kissed him, and Az couldn’t give a fuck anymore about Rhys’s so-called orders so he’d kissed her back. And Az and Elain had decided to ignore Rhys’s orders and date anyway.

So they went behind their siblings backs: they went for lunch in towns 45 minutes away, waited until late at night to go over to each other’s apartments, turned off their locations so the nosier people in their lives wouldn’t put the pieces together that the reason they weren’t available for family dinners was because they were with each other, instead. They were very good at it. Their family knew they were close friends, and the pair managed to make enough time for each other that they felt like they lived together already.

Az groans, falling back onto the bed. “I hate this.”

Elain sighes, climbing into bed next to him, wearing only one of his t-shirts. “I know. I do, too.” She crawled across him until she was straddling his lap, and pressed her forehead to his. “I want to be able to tell everyone that I love you,” Elain confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

He kisses her quickly: a reassurance that they’d be okay, and that he loved her, too, before responding. “I want to tell Feyre to stop trying to set you up with Lucien. I want to be able to tell my brothers that I can’t go out because I’m spending time with my girlfriend. I want Mor to stop setting me up with every single girl that comes across my life.”

Elain sighs again, and then shakes her head, as though to clear it. “It’s fine. We have five more weeks, and then Feyre and Rhys’s wedding will be over and Nesta and Cassian will finally have hooked up, and our big reveal won’t even be that big anymore. I love you. That’s enough.”

Az wraps his arms around her, presses her closer so their bodies are fully aligned. “I love you. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts to not be around you.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you meet your soulmate, Az,” she tells him playfully, tucking her head into his shoulder and kissing it.

He groans, his head kicking back. “You can’t say romantic things like that and not expect me to react, El,” he tells her, rolling his hips up into hers.

She smiles into his neck, enjoying the game. “You love her, and you want to be around her, and you would rather be with her than your brothers, because I mean, wouldn’t you really rather cancel on them and stay in bed with me tomorrow morning and sleep in, and go out for breakfast–”

Az cuts her off by rolling her over so her back is against the bed and he’s hovering over her. “I think, love,” he whispers in her ear, “That you’re using sex as an incentive for me to cancel my plans.”

“I’m just saying–” Az rolls his hips into hers, and her gasp cuts off her words. “I’m just saying that I think I can be much more entertaining than Cass and Rhys.”

“You’re not wrong. You’re very entertaining in the mornings.”

“I can prove to you how entertaining I can be if you tell me you’ll cancel,” Elain beams up at him and presses a kiss into his chest as her hand starts to trace down his stomach to his pants.

He rolls off of Elain with a groan, and she giggles at how quickly he gives in.

“Fine. It’s not like I really wanted to see them anyway.” Az grabs his phone off the nightstand to text his brothers he’s canceling, and then rolls back on top of her, letting his weight come over her as he buries his head into her chest.

“I love you,” she says again, running her hands through his hair. He starts pressing kisses to her chest, and Elain arches up into him almost involuntarily.

“Eager, aren’t you? I thought you were the one that was supposed to be entertaining, not me.” Az works his way down her body until he’s laying between her legs, pushing her shirt up until she’s bare for him.

She shifts, trying to get him to touch where she wants. “I think this is entertaining enough for you.”

Az laughs, and demonstrates his agreement with a lick clear up the middle of her. He keeps going, not letting up until she’s fallen apart around him and is pulling him back up to kiss him. Az comes to her obligingly, discarding his pants, and soon he’s deep inside of her, his mouth on hers, the two of them falling back into the rhythm they’d mastered over the last two years.

It feels so good, so right, like it always does, like it never has with anyone else.

Afterward, Az rolls over onto his back and pulls Elain onto him so she’s laying on his chest. “Soulmates, huh?”

Elain laughs, blushing. “I thought it would be a good way to get you to cancel your plans. You seem to be a sucker for romantic things like that–I still haven’t forgotten how excited you were when I brought you flowers.”

“Well,” he says slowly, opening the bedside table and reaching into the drawer. “If you’re going to declare yourself my soulmate, you might want this.”

He puts a small box down just within her line of sight, and Elain is immediately wide awake and sitting up. “Az– Az, is that–” they’d discussed getting married before, of course, and they both were ecstatic over the idea of reaching that point in their relationship, but she thought that he was going to wait–at least until they’d told their family.

“Yeah, El, it is,” he says, his voice sounding breathless. He opens the box up, revealing a thin gold band with tiny diamonds all around it. It’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry Elain’s ever seen. It’s also very close to the ring she’d shown him months ago, the ring she’d told him that was her favorite, the ring that she’d thought he’d asked to see as some sort of joke.

Apparently, she’d been wrong, and he’d been hiding a more serious intention.

“Are you okay?” he asks, turning her face so she’s facing him. He sits them both up, back into the position they’d been in earlier that night; him against the headboard, her facing him, their foreheads pressed together.

Elain nods furiously, tears rushing to her eyes. She doesn’t trust herself to speak.

“Okay. I’m going to try to do this, okay?”

She nods again, her tears flowing freely now.

“I don’t have anything planned to say to you. I love you. You love me. We both know that. But El, I have never been loved the way that you love me. You are kind, and selfless, and willing to see me for two fucking years behind our families backs, and–and you bring me flowers, and coffee, and you let me come and watch Schitt’s Creek with you, and I know that doesn’t sound romantic, but I love being able to sit and just be with you.

“I want to marry you because I want to wake up to you every day. I want to marry you because I want to make you tea every morning while you make my coffee. I want to marry you because I want to get into arguments over stupid shit and realize five minutes later that none of it matters. I want to marry you because I want to come home to you every night. I want to be the one that takes care of you when you’re sick, the one that’s proud of you when you get a new job, the one that you grow a family with. I want to be your date to every stupid family event that Rhys makes us go to.

“But most of all, Elain Archeron, I want to marry you because you’re you, and there’s nothing anywhere that comes close to how strongly I feel for you. Marry me. Please. Live your life with me.”

Elain’s nodding furiously, barely able to get the words out. “Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” and then he’s sliding the ring onto her finger, and it’s a perfect fit (but why is that surprising–Az is like a spy: he knows every random thing about everyone, her ring size should be no different) and she’s kissing him, and their tears are mixing, and she didn’t know anyone could feel this happy at one time.

“I love you,” she whispers, in between kisses. “I,” another kiss, this time on his cheek. “Love,” another on his forehead. “You.” A final kiss on his neck. “I am so honored you chose me to be your wife.”

He pulls he down to the bed so they’re both laying down again. Az kisses her forehead and rests his head on top of hers. “I think I like fianceé better than soulmate. This way, everyone knows I chose you, and you chose me, that we chose this fate. It wasn’t any supposed Great Divine. It was just us.”

Elain giggles. “And to think, our entire relationship has been entirely in secret! I thought someone would have figured it out by now. I think I should just go to dinner with everyone on Tuesday with my ring on and see what they all have to say.”

Az chuckles. “That might be the surprise of the century.”

They’re quiet for a moment, basking in the happiness surrounding them. Elain breaks it with a groan. “We only have tomorrow, and then we both have to get up and work on Monday, don’t we?”

Azriel considers this, his eyes turning analytical and then seductive. “I mean, we could just call out. Might as well do Tuesday, too. We’ll be very busy, you know. As fiancés.” She laughs, catching his dirty meaning entirely. Az turns thoughtful “But then we could have our first event as an engaged pair be dinner that night.”

Elain nods her agreement. “I think that sounds perfect.”

“I think we’ll need that alone time.” Elain swats his arm but doesn’t disagree.

She presses her body closer to his. “So, fiancé, I get you all to myself for three days? I don’t know if that’s going to be enough–”

Az cuts her off, kissing her until she’s breathless, and when they finally do calm down enough to go to sleep, they’ve both declared the night the best of their lives.

They’re happy. They’re getting married. They love each other. That’s enough. Who needs fate to tell you who to love, anyways?

Yay!! thank you so much for reading! Likes, reblogs, and comments and constrictive criticism is always welcome. My asks are open: let me know what you want me to write!!

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starswhogaze · 2 years

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Happy Elriel Month my lovelies 💜

This is my piece for week one. Almost didn't make it but I'm here! It's here. Happy to participate with everyone 🥰

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fawnandshadows · 2 years

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Elriel Month Day One

Chapter One

An Elriel Regency AU.

Rating: M, 16/17+

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Language, suggestive scenes, adult content

London, England

1819

Azriel gave a contented sigh as he reached for the lush body next to his, which was pressed deliciously into his side.

His scarred hand settled on the curve of her hip, his fingers gently tracing hearts on the soft skin and then dipped to the rounded curve of her bottom, gently molding the warm flesh.

“I should go,” Elain said sleepily, nestling closer into his side. One leg was thrown over his naked hips while her arm wrapped over his muscled torso, as if she was afraid he would sneak out from under her. She was splayed over him completely, their sweaty bodies pressing together as closely as possible, and Azriel felt his heart stutter at the knowledge that she loved touching him just as much as he loved touching her. “Before everyone gets back.”

The golden sun streamed through the window overlooking the blooming garden, and Azriel never felt quite as content than when he had Elain laying next to him, in his arms. There were countless days where Azriel had looked out that very window to see Elain tending to her flowers, a large hat blocking the sun, completely unaware of the world surrounding her. The little rays of gold played off of her creamy skin in the most tempting way. There were days where the only peace he'd known was looking at her in her garden.

He felt himself harden again. Stirring against her wet core where their bodies met. Little indentations appeared on her soft flesh from where his fingers dipped into her skin, pressing their bodies closer together.

Never enough — Azriel would never have enough of her.

A soft, heady moan came from deep within Elain as she felt his hot length against her.

“They will be here any minute,” Elain said in a breathless voice, her golden brown eyes peering up at him as she raised her head. Her hair mused from their afternoon lovemaking. “And I have to get ready for tonight.”

Azriel felt his heart drop at the reminder

Tonight. Her engagement ball. To Lucien.

Her fingers played with the dusting of hair on his chest, the diamond ring she wore caught the afternoon glow — glimmering brightly, like its own ray of sunlight. Azriel felt the sudden longing for midnight and darkness and shadows.

“Will you,” Azriel started, and stopped at the sudden tightening in his throat. He forcefully swallowed his emotions. “Will you come to me tonight?”

Elain lifted herself, her arms propped on either side of his chest, and Azriel tried not to stare at the lovely breasts that were so gloriously displayed: pink pebbled nipples and delicate lines of blue and purple veins. If Azriel had any talent with a brush he would have painted them in all of their beauty. Her golden curls fell forward and brushed against his chest.

“Of course,” Elain said gently, nibbling on her plump lip. “I think I’ll cry off with a headache, the same one that got me out of the ride today,” She leaned closer to him, close enough to see the gold in his hazel eyes turn molten. “And I’ll be right here waiting for you, just like this,” Azriel brought his hand up to the backs of her thighs which were straddling him, his fingers lightly grazing against her until small goosebumps spread across her creamy expanse of skin. “Completely,” She dropped a kiss to his mouth, and Azriel felt himself melting at the small brush of her lips. “Naked.”

She kissed him again, the warmth of her tongue sliding along the seam of his mouth.

Azriel brought his hands up to her hips to grind his hardness into her wet heat. He was preparing to thrust into her when the sound of a door opening and the rushing of voices and echoes of steps broke them apart.

Elain had instantly jumped up, slipping into her silk robe and she fastened it as she pressed her ear to the door.

The dusky pink silk clung to her form beautifully, and it almost made up for the fact her plush body wasn’t pressed against his anymore.

Worried brown eyes shot to his in an apology, and Elain whispered, “I’ll save you a waltz,” before flying out the door. The heavy oak closed softly behind her.

Azriel was left alone in an empty bed with rapidly cooling sheets, the hazy smell of sex still in the air, and the creeping sensation of loneliness. He allowed himself exactly sixty seconds to sulk over the fact that he had to start dressing for his love's engagement ball, and willed himself the strength to not ruin the night by doing something idiotic. Like confessing his love in the middle of a crowded ballroom, or calling out Lucien for doing nothing but proposing when he was out of the country.

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“Would you like the emerald necklace tonight?” Nuala asked, her dark hands holding out the velvet case for her. The Vanserra emerald was legendary among the ton, and Lucien had gifted it to her a week after he had proposed.

She'd never worn it.

“No thank you,” Elain said, turning her gaze towards the mirror where Cerridwen was fixing her hair in an elegant braided style, with little roses tucked into it. “I’ll wear my usual necklace.”

Nuala fixed her with a knowing look before grasping the stained glass rose pendant and clasping it behind her neck.

The gift that Azriel had given her, the necklace she wore almost every day since.

“You should at least wear the green satin dress,” Nuala said, straightening the necklace. “At least attempt to match your fiance.”

“The cobalt, I think,” Elain said firmly, meeting her friend's gaze in the mirror. “I should rather match my heart.”

Warmth spread through her cheeks as Nuala gently patted her shoulder.

There were multiple nights where Nuala and Cerridwen helped her sneak off to meet Azriel, and countless times where Elain relied on them to play chaperone while she and Azriel were off kissing in the shadows.

So, the twins helped her dress for the ball and Elain prepared herself for the ache in her cheeks from the forced smiles and the ache in her heart from being on the arm of another man, instead of the one she loved. Her stocking clad foot slipped into her slipper and her clammy hands flattened out the nonexistent wrinkles in her dress.

Elain took a deep breath and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

The same creamy white skin. The same doe eyes. The same golden brown hair.

No one would know that a couple hours ago Azriel Averill, the Viscount Blackburn, was making love to her.

After their first time they were together Elain was sure that they would be found out. She was certain that Feyre or Nesta, maybe even Rhysand or Lucien would look at her and somehow know that she had given herself to Azriel. He already held her heart, and she wanted him to have her body as well. But nobody knew. Nobody even suspected.

The stolen glances. The blushing cheeks. The meaningful smiles.

Nobody thought it odd that Azriel was staying with them more and more, or suspected anything when Elain started going to bed earlier and earlier. With Azriel close behind her.

And ever since they started, they couldn’t stop.

Every opportunity, they found each other.

“Are you ready, miss?” Cerridwen asked politely, her dark hands folded in front of her.

“Haven’t I asked you to call me Elain?”

Cerridwen gave her a shy smile and a small bob of her head.

“Elain,” Nuala said with a brash smile, gently nudging her twin with her arm. “I believe your family is ready for you downstairs.”

With a steadying inhale of breath Elain walked towards the door. The sooner she left, the sooner the evening was over, and the sooner she would be back in Azriel’s arms.

Happy first day of Elriel Month!!!

I've been looking forward to this month forever and I'm so excited to celebrate with you all!! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic, please let me know your thoughts!! <3333333

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fuckmelifesucks · 2 years

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Dagger Against Dagger

Okay so i wrote a little something. This is my first Elriel fanfic so it's probably messy and short but i hope you enjoy it. It's about Elain and Azriel training(i know the training thing is not that popular for Elain but I've had this idea in my head for far too long) and Elain discovering new powers.

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Elain's harsh breaths filled the air as her dagger clashed against Azriel's, sweat beads running down her forehead and back. She swung and parried, her grip slippery but tight on the hilt of the dagger in her hand, as she watched every move Azriel made and tried to anticipate his next one.

When Elain had started training to be a Spy with Nuala and Cerridwen, the twins has suggested that she should learn how to weild a dagger. It was for self defence— for situations where she would have to resort to violence to save herself. Elain had agreed— albeit reluctantly.

She'd asked Azriel one afternoon when he had come to the River Estate— to give a report to Rhysand, no doubt. It hadn't gotten past her notice that the Shadowsinger had been avoiding the River Estate quite a lot recently. Better put— he had been avoiding Elain. And after the disaster that was the night of the last winter solstice, she had wanted to do the same.

They had almost kissed and he'd pulled back halfway and called it a mistake. Though, she had known why he'd done so. She had felt the ominous presence of the High Lord of the Night Court too. She didn't know the exact words exchanged but had at least an inkling of what he must have said to his Spymaster. They had almost kissed in a hallway where anyone could have stumbled upon them, with her mate sleeping just a level up after all.

Did the mating bond irk her? Absolutely. Did it out a damper on the many things she wanted to be able to do? It did. Was she upset? Yes. Did Rhysand have the right to do what he did? No. But did she understand where he was coming from? Yes. He was already under terrible stress with Feyre's pregnancy and possibly death. He was a male whose mate would have possibly died along with their babe during childbirth.

Azriel had agreed to train her after the two had a talk with Rhys and feyre, who deemed the idea quite helpful. Nuala and cerridwen, after Elain pestering them to, had agreed to provide them with company whenever they could.

So there the four were, under the bright glow of the moon, on the training ground above the House of Winds, sparing. It was possibly the only time the training ground was vacant— she was too self conscious to train with Azriel while in the company of the priestesses, Nesta and Cassian and didn't want to be imposing— and when Azriel and the twins were free. Nuala and Cerridwen were a distance away, the half wraiths also sharpening their skills. Azriel had been the one who had trained them in dagger play too.

Elain felt a dull ache in her head, the visions she suppressed for later, distracting her from her sparing only for a second. But in that second, she lost focus and found herself standing still with Azriel's dagger pointed right at her heart.

A very unlady like groan slipped out of her as Azriel lowered his dagger, his own breathing as calm as it has been when they'd started. She wanted to stomp her foot and throw the dagger at a wall. She did neither, of course.

Instead, she took a deep breath, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and gripped the dagger tighter. Her eyes narrowed as the Shadowsinger rolled his shoulders, not a shadow in sight, as it almost always was in her presence. The night-chilled breeze a relief as it hit her warmed up face.

"Come on, Elain. That's all you've got? I thought you wanted to be really good at handling daggers." Azriel raised a brow.

She knew what he was doing. He was trying to get a rise out of her. She'd seen Cassian do that to Nesta plenty. And as much as Elain didn't want to fall for that trick, she still did. She was an Archeron too after all. Had the same firey anger in her that Nesta and Feyre had. She was just better at not letting it show

So she took the stance once again, her dagger's sharp point rising at the correct angle. They had been training for far too long. She needed that smug look off his face. She felt that anger that she was so good at supressing, rise in her.

"You just caught me off guard." She replied, voice carefully neutral. She was exhausted, though she didn't want him to know just yet.

Azriel's lips twitched before he took his stance, nonetheless, and then they were sparing again. Dagger against dagger. One step forward, another backward. A parry here, a swing there.

It still wasn't good enough. He still had the upper hand. And just when she was about to swing, a vision, out of her control, unwantedly appeared before her eyes. It was Azriel as he swung the dagger at her. And just as fast, the vision disappeared. It took her a second to realise what that was about. A second to jump away from Azriel's attack. She'd just seen his next move before it has even happened. Had gotten a glimpse of a few seconds into the future.

Azriel faltered at Elain's sudden retreat but Elain was quick to cover up her surprise and swung at the Shadowsinger, narrowly missing him. Azriel took the hint, moving into a steady rhythm of sparing with her.

Elain's dagger clashed with Azriel's and just as she'd expected and hoped, another vision played in front of her eyes, of Azriel's next move, lasting no more than a few seconds, just enough for her to recover and strike. Knowing his next move, Elain took advantage and blocked it with ease.

The visions kept coming, informing Elain of Azriel's next move. She almost smiled as she got closer to breaking Azriel's defence. She didn't miss the look of surprise on his face as she continued her assault on him, not giving him time to strike but only defend.

She felt confident. Perhaps a little too confident. She seemed to have forgotten that even though she knew of Azriel's next move, she was not yet fast enough. Knowing her opponent's next move wasn't enough, she realised as Azriel got faster, finally managing to swing at her. She dodged.

Azriel kept gaining on her as she kept backing away. And suddenly, even though she'd already seen it coming, she couldn't stop it as her dagger went flying to the ground and one of her hands was twisted behind her back. Her back met Azriel's front, his blade now resting just below her chin.

She gasped, breathing hard as she felt Azriel do the same behind her. His warm, ragged breath ruffled the few loose strands of her braided hair slightly. Slowly, the dagger to her throat lowered before disappearing and the warmth of Azriel behind her back vanished.

She closed her eyes, trying to process what she had just done. What she had accomplished. She'd seen his moves moments before he'd performed them. She'd almost gotten past Azriel's defence. She couldn't believe it.

Oh Gods.

She would've thought of that more had it not been for the pounding ache that she now felt in her head. She groaned softly, bringing her hand up to rub her temples and cursed the Cauldron as she turned to face Azriel.

"Are you alright?"

She looked up at him and nodded, paused for a second before shaking her head lightly, murmuring that she didn't know. She turned to the side to find Nuala and Cerridwen openly gaping at her, their own training long forgotten. She raised a brow at them.

"What?" She asked the half-wraith twins.

"Cauldron, how did you...?" Nuala trailed off, still gaping.

Elain blinked.

"How...how were you able to put up such a good fight so early on in your training?" Cerridwen filled in for her sister.

"What do you mean?" Elain crooked her head to the side before looking back at Azriel, who now studied her intensely.

"You were able to counter my every move precisely. Almost as if you knew what move I'd pull next. How?" The Spymaster of the Night court mused.

"We have trained with him for so long but neither of us was able to stand against him like you did so quickly." Nuala explained.

"Oh." Elain finally seemed to catch on.

"Elain did...did you use your Seer abilities?"

Elain held his gaze as she nodded slowly and said that she thought she did but wasn't sure. Surprise flashed across the Shadowsinger's face briefly. He motioned her to elaborate. So she did. She told him about how she was able to see his next move moments before he did it and how she used that to her advantage.

"Interesting." Azriel murmured as his sharp eyes roamed her face. Nuala and Cerridwen stared at her in shock and what seemed to be awe.

"Mother above." Nuala whispered.

"That's wonderful! You will be able to see the other person's move and act accordingly. That way, if you're fast enough you'd be able to defend yourself against any enemy easily." Cerridwen said as Nuala and Azriel nodded in agreement.

"Have you done this before?" Azriel asked.

"No. This is the first time."

A small smile seemed to touch the Shadowsinger's lips. A not so sweet smile as he backed a few steps and took his stance again, motioning Elain to do the same.

"Mother save me." Elain nearly groaned. She wanted a break. A bed. Some sleep. She passed him a tired look that conveyed all of what she wants.

"Don't you want to train that new ability of your too, Elain?" He tilted his head to the side, "Or are you too tired already? Do you want me to take you back to the River Estate?" Mischief glimmered in his hazel eyes.

It would have sounded like a genuine offer had she not know the Spymaster and his slight taunt. His face remained relaxed but the glint in his eyes was enough to fuel her fire and make her skin tighten.

He was doing it again. He knew what he was doing. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to tempt her to give up. And he knew that Elain being Elain— and an Archeron, she would not give up. Elain wanted to throttle him as she glared at him, hearing the twins back away and resume their own training.

"No, you overgrown bat." She took her stance again watching that satisfied smirk bloom on Azriel's face and wanting nothing more than to wipe it off. She has never been a violent person. Hated violence. But it looked like a new side of hers was coming to the surface because of the Illyrian in front of her.

And so they resumed their training. Dagger against dagger. As she willed herself to keep getting those godsdamned visions and forced herself to move faster. Until exhaustion took over and she could barely stand as Azriel flew her down to the River Estate.

She didn't know if she'd imagined it but she could've sworn she heard him say over the sound of the wind, "You did extremely good tonight." Before she passed out midflight.

A pale golden mass in his arms.

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🌸🦇 elriel aesthetic 🦇🌸

“what if the cauldron was wrong?”

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ELRIEL MONTH 2022 | WEEK 1

ELRIEL MONTH 2022 | WEEK 1: “YOU ARE TO STAY AWAY FROM HER.”

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CONTENT WARNING: NONE

“Allow me to make one thing very clear. You are to stay away from her.”

Elain’s lavender skirt swished along the polished floor of the River House as she made her way to Rhysand’s office, knocking softly on the frame of the open doorway.

“Right on time, as always.” Rhys said with a smile, motioning for her to sit in one of the high backed chairs that sat in front of his desk. As he always did during their training sessions, he sat in the chair opposite her. They’d been training for a few weeks now and Elain had gotten much better at keeping her mental shields up. She had no doubt that Rhys could still make it through them if he really wanted to, but she trusted that he wouldn’t. It had been her only condition when she went to him for help with her abilities, that he wouldn’t go any further than the gates of her mind and anything he saw there would remain private even from Feyre.

Elain knew what her sadness had done to her family, how they’d worried over her all those weeks after the cauldron. She tried to pull herself out of it, tried to be better for them, she just needed time, needed the world to stop while she caught up but it never did. Neither her or Nesta would be given time to mourn their own deaths. She supposed in a way, it was a sad bond they shared with Feyre now. At any rate, Elain knew that many dark thoughts and feelings still filled her mind, though she had locked them away for now. The last thing she wanted was for the worrying to start all over again when everyone, even Nesta was so happy now.

Rhysand agreed to her conditions without hesitation and so they trained, her mental shields growing stronger everyday. Her confidence grew too as she noticed Rhys having to put more and more energy into pushing the vine covered gates of her mind open.

“You’re a natural, Elain.” He said after they’d been training for nearly an hour. “Not just for a human turned fae, but for any fae.”

“Do you think it has anything to do with…with the cauldron?” She asked, hesitantly.

“It may, but I have a feeling it has more to do with you.” He answered with a smile. “That Archeron determination.”

“Stubborn, you can say it, we’re stubborn.” She teased with a laugh. It still felt strange to her sometimes, reconciling the Rhys that she knew with the version of him that the outside world knew and feared. He had always been kind to her, they all had, but Rhys had brought her, Nuala and Cerridwen together and for that she would always be grateful. They were her best friends and as much as she loved her sisters she had never been as honest and open with them as she’d been with Nuala and Cerr. They had seen her at her worst and never judged her for it.

“Alright stubborn, feel like trying something new?” Rhysand asked with a mischievous grin. “How about trying to push through my mental shield?” Elain looked at him dubiously, even if she were a natural this was asking a lot.

“I’ll try, but don’t expect anything.”

“Oh, don’t be so pessimistic. I’ve come to learn that you Archerons are full of surprises.” He encouraged, giving her a nod and waiting for her to attempt it. Elain straightened her back and closed her eyes, focusing solely on Rhys. She pictured him sitting across from her, pictured his face and finally his violet-blue eyes before she felt herself slip into his mind. A sublime onyx gate stood before her and she didn’t give herself a moment to hesitate or overthink things before she sent her power out to push against it. It barely moved, so she allowed for another push a bit harder this time.

“Don’t be afraid, Elain. The power is a part of you. You own it, you control it.” She heard Rhys’ voice in her head and turned back to her power, feeling it build inside of her before letting it reach out in elegant whorls that pushed the black gates making them groan under the pressure.

“Elain, I know you can do better than that.” He teased and Elain felt herself falter. He didn’t know, couldn’t know how many times her mother had said those exact words to her. He couldn’t know that she’d said it until Elain was thoroughly convinced that nothing she did would ever be good enough.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try harder, I can do better.” Elain answered without thinking, the response as natural as breathing to her as she felt her anxiety surge. If she couldn’t do it, if she failed after everything Rhys had done for her, for her sisters, she couldn’t even think of it as once again she let the power build up within her.

“Elain?” She heard Rhys’ voice faintly call out to her, but she was too focused now to hear anything else.

“I can do it, I can be better, I can.” She answered, releasing her power to push on the gates again only this time they pushed back as if taunting her further, over and over she let her power push until all she could hear was her mother’s judgement and derision. Elain’s blood roared in her ears as she unleashed once more, the gates flying open and wisps of her magic shooting off in all directions, unrestrained and wild.

Elation and a sense of victory filled Elain, she’d done it, even if Rhys hadn’t been trying his hardest to keep her out, she’d done it and it was something. Nothing could ruin this moment for her, not even the ghost of her mother’s disapproval.

“I should go.” Elain heard, only it was her own voice that she was hearing. Her own voice in a moment that she knew should not be in Rhysand’s memory. She tried to call her power back, to reel those coils of her power back in to herself but she couldn’t pull away from that memory, it clung to her as if it wanted-no needed to be seen.

She felt everything darken around her as she watched herself and Azriel on Solstice night, felt confusion and anger and then nothing but pure rage as she watched Rhysand betray her and his own brother.

“What if the cauldron was wrong?” Azriel’s question made Elain’s heart clench. She had asked herself the same question so many times before. She couldn’t believe that any all knowing entity would pair her with Lucien when Azriel made her feel like an eternity of loving him was still too little.

“You believe you deserve to be her mate?” Rhys asked and Elain’s temper flared again. Azriel was more than worthy of her love and he’d never made her feel as if she were unworthy of his. He was kind, patient and tender, she knew that not everyone got to see that side of him but she felt so blessed that he had allowed her to see it. How could his own brother be so blind?

“Allow me to make one thing very clear. You are to stay away from her.” Rhysand’s voice boomed in her head and she could feel the tears streaming down her face. She fought to push the memory away, but it wouldn’t release her until Rhysand dismissed Azriel and she felt it’s hold on her dissipate. Only then was she able to call back the rest of her power before she felt herself forcefully pulled from Rhysand’s mind as if she’d been physically shoved back into her chair.

Elain’s eyes flew open and she took a shuddering breath her mind racing to process everything she’d just seen and heard.

“How could you?” She asked, voice trembling as she rose from her seat and stared Rhysand down, her disgust with him no doubt clear on her face by the look of shock he returned.

“Elain if you would just let me explain.” Rhys said, his voice calm, but she could feel him frantically scrabbling around in her mind. Was he trying to find out exactly how much she’d seen, or was he hoping to erase it from her memory altogether? Elain couldn’t be sure and that alone was enough to break her heart and make her sick.

“Get. Out.” She said, her voice calm enough to match his until she felt him still searching.

“Elain, listen to me.” Rhysand said, the order clear in his voice as he also rose from his seat but made no move to approach her.

“I SAID GET OUT!” She screamed, struggling to push him out of her mind, but his power was legendary and while rage had helped fuel her powers before, it was only fear that filled her now. Fear that he would do anything to hide the truth from her again.

She’d wanted to be part of this court with her family, had tried so very hard to do everything she could to be helpful even when every part of her had wanted to reject the cauldron’s gift to her at first. She knew that power could help keep them all safe and she’d accepted that it was a part of her now, something that made her useful to the family she loved so much. She had agreed to help, but she’d never agreed to this, to be used as a pawn and dangled just within Lucien’s reach to keep him in line. To have her own choices stripped from her, to be kept in the dark about decisions being made about her own future.

“Elain, I’m trying. Just calm down.” Rhysand pleaded, but she couldn’t believe him, not now, not anymore.

“RHYSAND, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!!!” She screamed, hands gripping the sides of her head as a blinding pain seared through her mind, her mental gates blowing wide open only it wasn’t Rhysand who had broken them, it was Elain’s own power surging outward, forcing Rhys out and straight back into his own mind.

The elegant onyx gate smashed to rubble and Elain felt herself being flung deep into Rhysand’s mind. She could feel a faint resistance, likely from Rhysand, but the pull drawing her deeper into his mind was so much stronger. She tried to stop herself but she was still so untrained. As she continued to move through his mind, she wondered if this was what it felt like when Rhysand went into the minds of others. Her heart raced as so many memories flashed before her, happy memories of her family, of Feyre and Nyx. She saw memories of Azriel struggling to fly, Cass and Rhysand shouting encouragement from the ground, memories of snowball fights and sparring between brothers. They all seemed bittersweet after what she’d witnessed between him and Azriel.

Her breath hitched as one particular memory returned to her, as if her power had been chasing it as Rhysand tried to hide it away but there it was again. The interruption, the order, the complete and utter betrayal. How kind he’d been to her the next day, how attentive after what he’d done, not a hint of remorse. She’d taken it as a brother’s concern and he’d let her believe it all the while knowing that he’d been the cause of her pain. She pushed it aside, she had seen the memory once and it was enough to sear every detail into her mind.

Elain tried to release his mind, to pull away and escape but still more memories bombarded her, flashing through her mind so fast that she could neither control what she was seeing nor the emotions that filled each memory. Elain screamed for her sister as terror and devastation like she had never felt before filled her, filled Rhys as they both watched and heard the snapping of her neck. She tried to block out the memories, to avoid seeing anything else that Rhysand didn’t want seen but she felt each emotion keenly. Elain tried to right herself, to change course and leave this place but she kept falling until shame and hopelessness filled her. Dirty, she felt dirty, used and unworthy until finally it felt as if a tether snapped around her waist and tore her out of the darkness even more quickly than she’d fallen.

“Elain?! Elain!” Feyre’s frantic voice called out to her as Elain felt her sister’s gentle hands cradle her face.

“What did you do to her?! You pushed too far, like you always do!!” Nesta snarled before kneeling at her side.

Elain finally felt her mind settle, no trace of Rhys’ power to be found. She mumbled that she was alright and felt herself being pulled into a sitting position. She opened her eyes and saw both of her sisters before her, concern written all over their faces.

“Elain, are you alright?” Nesta asked, her hand on Elain’s cheek as her eyes frantically scanned her face.

Elain nodded, but her eyes were settled on Rhysand who stood watching from the other side of the room, his eyes filled with panic.

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islandvelaris · 2 years

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💙Happy Elriel May 💜🌿

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Did Azriel feel the echo of a bond when he met Elain?

Elriel Month, Week 4: Choice, True Mates & Balance.

This is obviously stretching what is written, and is definitely a crack theory, but consider the following:

ACOWAR

This has been analysed before, in terms of Elain's whispering cobalt dress and its parallels to Azriel's siphons and shadows, but what if that's not all?

Azriel, canonically, has "stone cold manners," so why would conversing with Feyre's sisters - human or not - be any sort of struggle for him, or make him so uncomfortable that he wanted to disappear entirely? Surely he has dealt with far more difficult people, and awkward situations, than two nervous humans who are inviting faeries into their home in order involve themselves with the Night Court's political machinations?

It doesn't make much sense to me, that this would be where he drew the line in terms of what he can bear, so what if - and again, I know this is a stretch - Azriel felt the echo of some sort of a bond with Elain when he first met her, though he didn't know what it meant at the time. He only knew that it was new.

What if Az (and Elain!) each had a "and there she/he was" moment, but neither understand the significance?*

* Elain not understanding what she felt would have been because she was a human (ie. what even is a "mate"?), and Azriel because he likely doesn't think he's worthy of a mate, so he wouldn't have considered it as a possibility, especially with a human. Feyre and Rhys could have been a fluke, for all we knew (until Nesta and Cassian), but at that time their bond wasn't known, anyway. Both the sisters' hearts were pounding in apparent fear, but what if that's not all it was?

We know from Rhys that faerie-human bonds are muffled, and he wasn't certain that Feyre was his mate until after she was Made. Could Az have experienced the same thing? He's been described as an "echo" of Rhys before, in terms of his power, but what if it's also in terms of being mated to an Archeron sister?

It's interesting to note that Cassian was grimacing, too, which could obviously be due to Nesta's blunt words, but again: they are mates, and were drawn to each other from the start. Could Cassian, who - like Azriel - has surely dealt with far "worse" than a human not being a welcoming host (his experiences wouldn't even be on the same page as Nesta with an attitude), have also felt something at this point?

In comparison, Rhys' only reaction was to raise his eyebrows.

I don't know. It could be nothing at all (I could be reading into it way too much), but it could also, potentially, be another parallel between Azriel and Cassian, and their reactions to Elain and Nesta: like when they both went a bit still at seeing them at breakfast, or when they both reacted before each sister was threatened and thrown into the Cauldron, or when they both wanted to touch and taste and smell them, or when they have both been protective, or when they both made sure their wings were displayed to full effect in front of each sister, or when they both went on "certain death" missions for them, or when neither could stay away...

@elriel-month

Also worth reading: this post, by @merymoonbeam, which ties in really well with this particular crack theory.

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simple and discreet lock screens/home screens for @elriel-month !

Week One - “You are to stay away from her”

I hope you like them 🤍

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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 2 years

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Back to Dessert

Elriel Month Week 1. “Forbidden Love” Bonus Fic

Modern AU. 1.6k words. Slightly NSFW.

A/N: A little bonus fic for this week because apparently I have zero self control. I wrote this earlier today so please ignore any mistakes x

Elain stood barefoot, kneading dough on the long island bench in the galley kitchen of her loft apartment. Flour dusted the expanse of the bench she was working at and sprinkles of it had even settled in her hair and on her clothes.

The pendants hanging from the ceiling above the bench were the only lights illuminated within her dimly lit apartment, setting everything awash in a soft glow. Open and airy, with the curtains never drawn, her loft was situated on the seventh floor of her building.

It was small, but spacious, with big wide windows and an exposed brick wall along one side. Candles scattered every surface, offering a soothing ambiance that complemented the view of the clear, starry night through her floor to ceiling windows. Her bed sat on a small mezzanine above her living room, and she had plants everywhere. She absolutely loved it.

At a quarter past twelve after midnight, a faint knock sounded at her front door. Wiping her floury hands on her jeans, she strode to the door, already knowing who would be on the other side.

Leaning his tall frame against the jamb, his forearm resting above his head, was Azriel. Clad in dark jeans and a black t-shirt, his motorbike helmet was tucked under a muscled arm and the smile he gave Elain in that moment made her breath catch.

“What took you so long?” she trilled, smiling up at him before grabbing him by the belt loop of his jeans and tugging him inside.

“Rhys and Cass wouldn’t fucking leave!” he bristled, following her into her apartment and toeing the door closed behind him with a booted foot.

“They kept playing game after game of FIFA. I kept yawning telling them I was tired, but they wouldn’t leave! My PlayStation was even done with their competetive bullshit by the end of it.”

Rhys had just started dating her sister Feyre a few months ago and it was obvious he was very smitten. He had begged his brothers not to hit on his girlfriend’s sisters, knowing they would immediately find the Archeron girls insanely attractive. Having been in awkward situations previously with love-scorned friends, Rhys was taking no chances this time. He didn’t want anything to fuck up his relationship with Feyre.

Too bad for him, and unbeknownst to their siblings, Azriel and Elain had been sneaking around and texting back and forth for about six weeks now. Meeting up between Elain’s classes, or after work; either at Azriel’s apartment or her loft.

Elain just chuckled, leading him to her kitchen island so she could finish getting her focaccia ready for the oven.

“Are you hungry? I’m making pasta. The restaurant was a nightmare tonight; I had two assholes spill their beers on me almost immediately after serving them, and then a kid ran into my tray and sent a bowl of soup flying across the floor. Amongst all the chaos I didn’t have time to eat, I’m starved!”

Azriel gave her a look that said he sympathized with her late nights spent studying or at work, necessary in order to be able to put herself through college.

“Sorry, your night was so disastrous… but pasta sounds amazing. What can I do?”

Checking on the simmering pot of sauce and giving it a little stir, she glanced over a shoulder at him. “How are your knife skills?” Elain asked innocently.

The smirk he gave her in return turned her insides molten.

“Oh, baby girl, I can do many wonderous things with a knife,” he purred, his voice dropping an octave.

She huffed a laugh, dipping her face so he wouldn’t see the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Mmhmm… how about putting those skilful hands to work then, soldier. Prepare a salad with dinner,” she cooed back, leaning into his chest, her hands gripping the front of his t-shirt and tugging him down for a slow kiss before she pulled away.

“Spinach, fennel, avocado, snow peas. In the fridge,” she ordered before turning back to her ball of dough and drizzling olive oil into a baking sheet.

“Yes ma’am.”

They worked together in companiable silence for a while, the only sound in the apartment coming from the speaker that softly played the French jazz covers Elain liked to listen to in the evenings and the sound of Azriel’s knife falling against the chopping board.

As Elain spread the dough in the baking sheet and sunk her slender fingers into the oiled-up surface, dimpling the top, she watched with curious eyes as Azriel expertly scored the avocado, slicing it lengthways. Next, he cut the fennel bulb in half, carefully shaving strips of it with his knife into paper-thin wedges. He attentively layered all the salad ingredients on top of the spinach leaves he had washed and dried.

Finishing off the focaccia with a generous sprinkling of course sea salt and rosemary, Elain wiped her hands on a dishcloth and popped the tray in the hot oven, setting a timer for 15 minutes.

Giving her sauce another quick stir, she ladled up a spoon, testing the seasoning and moaned.

“Taste this,” she said to Azriel, holding up the wooden spoon to his lips, her other hand cradling below to catch anything that may drip.

His lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon, his tongue darting out to lick away sauce that had been caught on the side of his mouth.

He groaned, “Oh my god, El. That is so fucking good.”

His voice dripped like honey and the groan that had escaped the back of his throat made her toes curl against her hardwood floors.

“Just wait ‘til you try dessert,” she murmured, still standing before him holding the spoon.

He spun toward her slowly, locking his eyes with hers and removing the spoon from her grasp wordlessly. Throwing it somewhere on the bench behind them he grabbed each of her denim-clad thighs in his large hands, hefting her up effortlessly in his arms, and placed her on top of her island bench. Right atop the floury surface she where had just been working.

She sucked in a breath, her chest pushing out towards his with the movement, and he trailed a broad hand up her arm, around her shoulder and neck, and finally buried it in her thick hair. Angling her face just how he wanted it, he brought his lips towards hers, skimming them so featherlight against her mouth, barely letting her taste him.

His plush lips brushed against her own, his teasing little kisses giving her a faint taste of mint and the lingering notes of the beer he must have been drinking with his brothers.

She let loose a whimper and he couldn’t help but react to the sound. Pushing her jaw away with a thumb, he ran his nose up the length of her neck, sweeping her hair aside so he could suck and lick at her throat. Her hands shot up, fingers carding into his dark hair, cradling his head against her, imploring him not to retreat. His lips continued their sinful path along her burnished skin, tracing a soft, wet trail down to her chest, burying his face between her breasts as he continued to lave and kiss at every inch of creamy flesh she left exposed for him.

“Az,” she moaned, wrapping her thighs around his trim waist as he gently pushed her down, laying her flat on the island, her hands leaving floury prints across his black shirt, down his muscled arms.

“Mmm,” he answered, the sound muffled as his face was all but smothered in her chest, his hands coming up to squeeze at the pillowy swell of her soft breasts.

Reaching down to grasp the hem of his t-shirt, she hefted it up his back, pulling it over his head, revealing his muscled, tattooed chest. She swore her panties got a little wetter just at the sight of him.

“Fuck me,” she muttered in awe, trailing her delicate fingers across the thin smattering of hair dusting his torso, marvelling at the dips and swells of his massive chest. His chiselled abs. The divot of his Adonis belt peeking above the waistband of his low slung jeans.

“If you wish…” he responded in a purr. Peering down at her hungrily as she was sprawled before him on the table like his own personal treat, he pounced— latching onto her neck and chest, his tongue and teeth and lips biting, pulling and licking at her flushed, smooth skin. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed and lips falling open, as Azriel’s truly talented mouth and deft hands did some wonderous things to her body.

Just as he was working a small hickey into the dip below her collar bone, her oven timer went off— an obnoxiously loud buzzer sounding throughout her apartment. Alarming them both, they startled, causing them to spring apart.

Hey eyes raked over Azriel’s form; his wide eyes and disheveled hair, flour handprints stamped all over his tan skin. She knew he was looking at a similar scene. A laugh bubbled from her lips suddenly, chuckling at the idea of her oven being a nosy cockblock, and worked to gather her wits about her as Azriel did the same.

Climbing down from the bench, she padded over to the oven on shaky legs to remove the focaccia and set in on the stove to cool.

“All these damn interruptions,” Azriel grumbled half-heartedly, his eyes roving up and down her curvaceous body. “It’s like some higher being doesn’t want us to be together.”

Elain smirked over her shoulder at him, pinning him with her smouldering brown eyes, still glowing with lust. “Nah, just your meddling brother. But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Azriel chuckled, a wolfish grin spreading across his handsome face as he beheld Elain’s floury, adorably rumpled appearance and swooned internally, just a little.

His eyes darkened as he took her in, greedily gobbling up the sight of her. Attempting to ebb the heat back down a touch, he simply responded, voice low, “Dinner, now. Then back to dessert.”

Elain’s lips twitched at the command in his voice, something inside her stirring awake. Oh, she liked him.

“Yes sir,” she teased back, reaching up on her tiptoes to an open shelf above the stovetop for two dinner plates and a couple wine glasses. She smiled to herself. Thanking every intricately woven thread of fate that had led her to Azriel.

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stargirl00s · 2 years

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Week 4 - Choice, true mates, and balance💕

I‘m not really happy with how this turned out, but I really wanted to post something for this week.

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shedoessoshedoes · 2 years

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Amazing Day

hi hi hi!!! guess who's back back again with her first ever PART TWO of a fic! Part one (Behind their Backs) can be found here :) I tried so very hard to make this fit the Elriel month prompts so um, I was able to throw in the word 'knife' once! but that's okay because i am very happy with how this fluffy piece came out, and I hope you like it, too. Let me know what you think!!

wc: 2,830

tw: tiny tiny bit of nsfw, FLUFF, language

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It was Tuesday, and Elain was regretting saying yes to Feyre’s dinner invitation.

It had been three days since Azriel had asked her to marry him, and the weekend (and Monday and Tuesday since they’d called in sick to work) had been nothing short of domestic bliss. They’d gone out for breakfast on Sunday, and then come home and lazed around for the next 72 hours, ordering takeout, watching Schitt’s Creek, talking about their new wedding plans, and, if she was being honest, having lots of sex.

So. No complaints there.

But an hour ago, Az had pulled her out of bed and into the shower, claiming that they had told Feyre and Rhys they’d be at their house for dinner at 7, so now Elain was standing in front of her mirror, getting ready.

She’d pulled on a flowy cobalt colored dress, and was watching Az in the mirror as he pulled on a pair of black pants and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and fuck if he didn’t look good.

He looks up to meet her heated gaze in the reflection and laughs. “What, El, you see something you like?”

“I mean, I did agree to marry you, so I would think you know I think you’re attractive at this point,” she shoots back.

Az smiles again, looking down. “I’m so excited to be married to you.”

Elain smiles over her shoulder at him. “I know. I am, too.” She twists back towards the mirror, pulling her hair over one shoulder as she reaches towards the dresser for a necklace. “But first, we do have to tell everyone that we’ve been dating for two years without them knowing.”

Azriel raises his eyebrows in agreement, taking the necklace off the jewelry stand before she can and moving to stand behind her. “This one?” he asks, holding it up in the mirror.

She nods. “Put it on me?”

He takes a damn long time fastening the clasp, and then wraps his arms around her waist. “I’m wondering how they’re all going to react. If any of them has guessed, it’s Nesta, because she can read us both so well. I can’t imagine Cass is paying attention to anyone but her while we’re together, so he’ll be shocked.”

Elain laughs, wrapping her arms over his, her ring on full display. “Rhys will be pissed, Amren will say ‘Good for you,’ and move on, Mor will freak out, and Feyre will just give everyone so many hugs.”

“And then we’ll tell her Rhys is the reason why we haven’t told anyone we were dating and she’ll yell at him.”

“We know them well. Bet you ten bucks Rhys calls her ‘Feyre darling’ while he’s trying to explain.”

He buries his head in her neck and smiles. They both had always hated that nickname, and made fun of Rhys in private whenever he used it in attempts to make Feyre go molten for him in public, especially when he was trying to apologize for something. “Deal.” Az kisses Elain’s neck once, twice, and then pulls her by the hand away from the mirror and out the door.

They turn on music in the car and Elain laughs when “For the Longest Time” comes on and proceeds to sing the entire song to him. Azriel keeps his hand in hers and kisses her ring when they come around the last turn to Feyre and Rhys’s house.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yep. I’m not saying anything about my ring. I’m waiting for them to see it.”

He laughs. “I can’t believe you think they aren’t going to notice it right when we walk in. You’re sure you want me to act like we’re engaged until they notice? Because I would really like to just walk in and kiss you and see what they do.”

“No. We’re waiting. We’ve waited for two years; you can wait another hour to kiss me in front of them.”

He groans but gets out of the car. As they’re walking towards the door, he whispers, “I love you,” so quietly she barely hears it.

They go up to knock on the door, and just before they do, Elain twists towards him and says, “I, for one, am very excited to get home after this. We didn’t get to do everything I wanted this weekend,” brushing a hand over him before pivoting back towards the door and knocking.

Azriel groans again. “You’re actually going to kill me, fianceé.”

Elain grins as Feyre opens the door. “Hello!”

They both come inside as Feyre goes to hug Elain, and Elain winks at Az over Feyre’s shoulder. So far, no notice. Cassian’s coming up the driveway, so Feyre’s distracted as Az and Elain go towards the living room. He gives her a heated glance before going over to sit by Rhys as Elain moves to sit on the other side of the room in between Nesta and Mor.

Mor comments on how cute it is that they’re such good friends that they come together to dinners like these, and Elain has to hold in a laugh. Rhys gets them both drinks, and even though Elain reaches for hers with her left hand, no one seems to notice the sparkling ring sitting there.

Azriel gets pulled into a conversation about soccer with his brothers, and Elain flits over to the kitchen to help finish dinner. She makes the plate of rosemary potatoes, and when she goes to move them over to the table, Azriel is suddenly there, holding his hands out. “I got it,” he tells her, taking the dish from her as Feyre gives them both a strange look at the charged glance that seems to connect them.

He places it on the table, and she’s so caught off guard by the interaction that she runs back to the kitchen. There’s a breathless smile on her face, and she buries her face in her hands. After tonight, if her oblivious family will ever notice her ring, he can do things like that for her all the time. He can hold her hand in front of everyone, and kiss her, and she can call him fiancé, and they can tell Rhys to go fuck himself for trying to tell them to stay away from each other. She’s so, so happy. Every pain that came with keeping this secret has been worth it if she feels this happy now.

From the other room, she hears Azriel telling everyone to wait for her before they eat, and another breathless laugh escapes her. He’s telling them to wait. He’s telling them to wait because his fianceé hasn’t sat down yet, and he’s going to wait for her. He’s actually perfect. Fuck, she loves him.

She moves back to the dining room quickly, taking her seat next to Az. “You didn’t have to wait, I’m fine,” she tells them, reaching for the plate of food in front of her as everyone else starts to eat. Az puts a hand on her knee under the table and squeezes.

Cassian’s sitting across from her, and as she reaches out to pick up the plate, he seems to notice her ring. “Elain, that’s pretty,” he tells her, gesturing to her hand. “Is it new?”

Elain laughs, a joyful, grateful sound. “Yeah, it is, actually. I got it this weekend. I didn’t think you of all people would notice!”

Mor leans over to see, and Elain gives her her hand to examine. El sees the moment of realization and Mor looks back up at her. “Elain, you know–this is on your ring finger?”

Feyre almost spits out her wine. “On your left hand?”

Nesta’s trying to see from across the table. Amren’s still eating. Rhys looks utterly confused, and Cassian doesn’t seem to know what his comment has started. Az has a small smile on his face, a thing of secret, lovely, beauty.

“Elain, you didn’t get engaged without telling us you were dating anyone, did you?” Rhys asks slowly.

Amren snorts into her wine. “Good for you, girl.”

Nesta whips her head to Azriel, seeing his smile and immediately knowing what it means. “I knew it.”

“Knew what, Nes?” Cassian.

“Knew that he loved her! Come on, you ignorant brute, you’ve never seen him looking at her?”

Elain props her head up on one hand, her fingers covering her growing smile as she steals a look at Az. He’s looking at her too, stretched back in his chair, one arm reaching behind his head.

“Oh, shut up, shut up, shut all the way up,” Feyre doesn’t look like she believes what’s going on. “You’re engaged to–to her?”

“I feel like I should take offense to your complete doubt in me, Feyre,” Az drawls, tossing an arm casually over Elain’s shoulder as she leans back into him, drawing a round of shrieks from their family members.

“I thought you liked her,” Nesta starts, “but–engaged? Have you even dated?”

Elain laughs lightly. “Yeah. We’ve been dating for two years, actually,” she says, twisting her head up to look at Az.

The entire table flips out again, everyone yelling over one another in an effort to get their words out. Cassian’s standing up now, coming over to tackle Az in a hug, and Mor’s asking Elain for details, Feyre asking how they got together in the first place, and Nesta’s giving Elain a hug, whispering “I knew he liked you,” into her ear, and Elain’s close to crying she’s so happy. Rhys looks stunned. Amren’s continuing to eat her dinner.

Az pulls forcibly away from Cassian’s hug to grab Elain and kiss her. Hard. One arm around her waist and another at the back of her head, he dips her as he does, and her arms come up to hang around his neck. Yet another round of cheers come up, and continue even after they break apart. Az presses his forehead to Elain’s, and whispers “I love you,” to her once again.

“Wait, wait, wait, Elain, show us your ring!” Feyre’s request cuts through the noise, and Az wraps an arm around her as she shows it off. A round of gasps comes up from the girls, and Cassian slaps Az on the back.

When the cheers finally calm down enough, Nesta finally cuts in with the question Elain was waiting for. “Hang on, if you’ve been dating for two years, how come you never told any of us? I get wanting to keep it a secret right at the beginning, but two years–you have to be close to living together at this point.”

Az and Elain share a look, and Az is the one to speak. “When Rhys started dating Feyre, he–” Az breaks off, looking down at Elain for reassurance. She nods, and he takes a deep breath. “He told Cassian and I we couldn’t date Elain or Nesta because he didn’t want any relationship drama or awkwardness if anything happened to…not work out.”

Feyre and Mor are gaping. Rhys, at least has the gall to look embarrassed. Nesta has turned towards Cassian and is backing him towards the wall. “You never asked me out because of that?” she questions, lowly, slowly. “You knew I would say yes, even though I’m a bitch to you, but you didn’t because your stupid brother? How much of an idiot–” Cassian grabs her and cuts her off with a kiss.

“I’m sorry, Nesta. I’m so, so sorry. Go out with me. Please, Nes, go out with me, let me make it up to you.” Nesta rolls her eyes at his desperation, but kisses him again, and the rest of the group cheers again, even as Feyre turns on Rhys.

“You–” she runs her hands over her face. “Rhys, what gave you the right to tell them who they could and couldn’t date? In what world is that okay? To take that choice away from them? I love you, I’m so happy to be with you, but what gives you the right to take that chance at happiness away from them?”

He sighs. “I don’t–I just didn’t want anyone to ruin what we had, Feyre darling,” Elain elbows Az while keeping a straight face and he stifles a laugh. “I saw that Cass and Az seemed to like Nesta and Elain, and I didn’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable if it was just a sex thing, or if it didn’t work out…” Feyre continues to glare and Rhys turns to Az and Elain, Cassian and Nesta (who are still kissing), and says, sincerely, “I’m sorry.”

Elain nods, and tucks herself further into Azriel’s side. He pulls her close, and kisses the top of her head. Cassian has stopped kissing Nesta and is beginning telling everyone that they need to head out. Elain smiles, glad that her sister will be able to share in the happiness that comes with being with someone she loves.

Feyre says, slowly, as though containing her anger: “I think maybe it would be best if you all went home for right now. Elain, Az, I’m sure you want to get home to celebrate–” Elain tries to cut in to remind her sister that they did get engaged three days ago, but Feyre keeps talking. “And Cassian and Nesta are already gone, and Mor, you said you have to be up early tomorrow, and Amren you should bring her home, I don’t know how much she’s had to drink.”

They all nod, choosing not to comment on Feyre’s obvious excuses, and go quickly to gather their things, leaving Feyre and Rhys to hash out what’s bound to be an argument alone. Elain gives Feyre a hug and her sister whispers an apology in her ear. Elain shakes her head. “We got to where we are now even with him telling Az that. It wasn’t right, but we’re all okay.” Feyre nods, tears in her eyes, and lets Elain go.

As they make their way back out to the car, Azriel wraps an arm around Elain and kisses her cheek. “All things considered, I think that went well.”

She laughs. “And I don’t think we’ll see Cassian or Nesta for at least a week, so at least that finally happened.”

Az opens her door for her, and she slides in, plugging in her phone to her playlist as he comes around the other side of the car. Elain turns on the song she wants and rests her head on the back of the seat. Azriel pulls out of the driveway and onto the road, one hand resting on her thigh.

The music drifts through the car, and just as they’re pulling into Az’s apartment complex (they’ve decided that’s where they’re going to live), the song switches over to Coldplay’s “Amazing Day.”

“I was thinking,” Elain says as he pulls into a parking spot, “this could be a good wedding song. It seems to fit us, you know? ‘You showed me a place where we can be what we are.’”

He considers, listening, and a small smile grows as the song reaches its chorus. “Yeah. Yes. I like it. It’s right. Like we said, it’s just us.”

Elain offers him a soft smile before kissing him on the cheek and opening her car door to get out. “Well, if we’re going to use this song, we should practice dancing. To get ready.”

Azriel follows her to the stairs opening the door for her. “If we’re practicing dancing to get ready for our wedding night, I can think of a few other things we should practice, too.”

Elain swats at his arm before starting up the stairs to his apartment, hiding the grin on her face. They make their way into the apartment together, and it suddenly hits her that this place is theirs, that next month she’ll give up her lease, and that now she finally gets to build a complete life with this man that she loves so much. She turns suddenly, and backs him up against the door, kissing him hard. “Thank you,” she says. “Again. For choosing me.”

He kisses her neck softly before grabbing her hand and leading her to their bedroom. “Oh, El. There was never any competition. It was always going to be you, from the moment we met and you were so nervous you were clutching your fork and knife like they were weapons.”

She giggles and pulls him down onto the bed. Kissing him again and again and again. This time, as they come together, they don’t need any words. It’s slow, and sweet, and full of this love between them, this love that keeps growing with every day they have together. He pulls her onto his chest afterwards, kissing her head, and Elain sighs happily. “Forever, Az. We get to do this forever.”

She looks up to see him smile, his eyes closed, even as he pulls her closer. “Forever, El,” he says back. “Forever.”

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