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Wings Play ཐི❤︎ཋྀ

As Elain grows more comfortable with her powers, she discovers a gentle, warm light that glows from her fingertips ,golden like dawn, often appearing when she's feeling peaceful.

But with Azriel, it does something else entirely.

It flares when she touches him. When her hands brush over his wings, the light pulses like it's alive, like it wants him. And his body reacts like it's been waiting for this.

His wings ,those beautiful, powerful things ,give him away first. They twitch, shift, then slowly flare open behind him. One tip lifts like he's trying to stay still, the other trembling as she drags her fingers lower.

Elain knows how sensitive wings are. How Azriel guards them, how no one would ever dare touch them without permission. But she has it. He gave it to her long ago. And now, she uses it with a purpose.

Azriel goes still, breath hitching, jaw clenched. He's always so careful with her. But when she trails one glowing finger down that sensitive arch, he grips her waist hard, seconds away from snapping.

He watches her closely ,his eyes on her mouth, her hands, her eyes like he's already picturing what she'll do next.

And she knows . She shifts in his lap,Azriel half-sprawled beneath her, wings still flared, the tips curling slightly toward her. One hand slides around his waist, her fingers glowing brighter as they dip to where wing meets spine.

He groans, one wing shuddering violently so responsive she wonders if her light is touching something deeper than just his body. When she leans in and whispers, "I want to make you come just like this," he shudders, breath sharp, fingers digging deep into her waist.

She doesn't rush. She teases ,light brushing back and forth, slow circles, soft heat against raw nerves. His wings arch and twitch with every pass. The membrane's smooth under her fingers, warm and velvet soft, stretched over strength she can feel beneath.

Azriel's panting by the time she moves her other hand down to his belt, whispering, "You'll tell me if it's too much."

His voice breaks when he says, "Please don't stop."

Her light pulses warmer now. Brighter. Like it feels him getting closer. Azriel's head tips back against the headboard, lips parting, chest rising fast. His shadows are gone ,disappeared like they know this moment belongs to her alone. To her hands. Her mouth. Her light.

Elain straddles him fully now, her dress soft against his bare chest. One hand glowing as she traces slow, patterns over his wings. The other slowly palming him through his pants. He's so hard it's painful.

Azriel bits down on a curse when she shifts again, hips rocking slightly. Her breasts pressed against him. Her glowing fingers trailing just barely down the inner edge of his wing.

He's shaking and she's never seen him like this.

"Please," he murmurs ,voice low. "Elain..."

"I know," she says.

She undoes his belt and frees him.

But she doesn't touch him. Just leans in, mouth pressing a kiss on his neck, her hand glowing again as she reaches to his wing. Stroking. Rubbing light over that sensitive seam again, again.

The glow sinks into him. The pleasure's too much. His wings twitch ,arch and flare, fully extended now, tips trembling, shaking with her touch.

She finally wraps her hand around him ,warm, still glowing slightly. He lets out a moan, thrusting into her grip with a broken sound, hips jolting up. "Fuck…"

Elain leans in and licks slowly up the side of his throat, her glowing hand still wrapped around him. Then she whispers against his skin, "Come for me."

And he does.

Azriel breaks apart in her hand, back arching as he groans her name. Her light never leaves his skin, wrapping around him, holding all of him. His wings jerk once, twice, then collapse down behind him, twitching.

Elain holds him through it, still glowing.

And when he finally slumps forward, breathless, wings curled slightly inward like he's trying to hide the vulnerability she just saw, she presses a kiss behind his ear and says, "You're so beautiful like this."

Azriel cups her face gently, his hazel eyes glowing ,smoldering with pleasure. He presses a kiss to her lips before burying his face in her neck. After a long breath, he whispers, "I've never felt anything like that."

Elain smiles, feeling her heart flutter a little and presses a kiss to his shoulder, her fingers brushing lightly over his back. Happiness blooms inside her, knowing she's given him something he's never had before ,something only she could.

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Tarot + Chocolate | Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Just Friends

Summary: Azriel and Elain go on a not-date and agree to some very idiotic rules that they almost immediately break.

CW: parent death, domestic abuse, child abuse

Preview:

“Sometimes, I think we could just do that, keep things simple, satisfy our physical cravings of each other with no need to be anything more. But then…then I realize that there is something deeper drawing me to you, and that I want to show you. But that I need you to trust me, to open your mind, to be willing to experience things that you would so charmingly call ‘bullshit.’”

Azriel scoffed a little bit, bringing his wine glass to his mouth, only to find it empty. They had finished the bottle while they had questioned each other, so he leaned back, waiting for Elain to ask her next question.

“What are you thinking right now?”

A small grin spread across Azriel’s face. That was an easy answer. ��I’m thinking that I want to share the song of the wind with you.”

Elain cocked her head, though a smile broke across her own face as well. “What is the song of the wind?”

Azriel stood, sliding his wallet out of his pocket and dropping cash on the table. He held his hand out to her. “Let me show you.”

Continue on Ao3

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I say this with the utmost sincerity, I have never been able to see Azriel or Elain with anyone but each other. It’s in how it’s written. From the moment they saw each other, they were immediately drawn together. He was so determined to make sure she felt safe around him and she was so excited to hear about the song of the wind. I remember reading this and wishing she wasn’t engaged, because the two of them could have something so special—now I know they will.

There are many reasons I like their ship, but it’s more than just the lovely imagery or the forbidden romance or any such thing. It’s about someone who wants to be the one to guide you to a garden and help you back to yourself. It’s about someone who will lose sleep to listen to your thoughts of roses. It’s about someone who needs to find a cure to whatever might discomfort you even if it’s just a headache or some loud noise. It’s about someone who will go against the only deity they know because it bound you to someone else. It’s about someone who will tear the world apart to come for you.

That would be one of the most beautiful love stories I could ever imagine.

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Remember how Rhysand spent 49 years Under the Mountain and never showed his wings to anyone until he trusted Feyre and wanted to show it to her. His most precious secret thing.

And then remember how Azriel offered Elain his hand, his most secret, hated, shameful thing and she took it and whispered ‘beautiful’ and then in the garden, he went ahead and immediately showed her his wings.

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Azriel risking his life for Elain, Elain calling his hands beautiful, Elain and Azriel spending time in the garden together, Azriel gifting Elain a rose necklace, Azriel finding out Elain is a seer, Azriel following Elain’s laugh, Elain gifting Azriel a headache powder, Azriel staring at the gift every night, Azriel nearly begging on his knees for Elain, Elain telling Azriel her garden plans, Azriel giving Elain TT doesn’t mean anything, it’s not that deep

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If Azriel burying the image of gw*n is sooooooo important, why isn’t it in the actual book?

Meanwhile:

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when you remember the fact that GAs genuinely think that SJM has laid all of this groundwork for Elain to finally take a chance, stand up for herself, and make her own decisions, all for it to end up being Azriel choosing between two women, one of whom has shown zero romantic interest in the opposite sex, let alone him… you really start to see how fucking stupid this ship war is

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“The Gwynriel interactions did more than the so-called 4-book Elriel buildup.”

Oh? So you’re admitting Elriel had four books of buildup — you’re just choosing to ignore it because it didn’t fit your narrative.

You admit Gwynriel has less canon content, and that your entire ship hinges on one bonus chapter… a chapter that was never about building gwynriel, but about Azriel emotionally spiraling over Elain.

You admit your ship is built on potential, not textual foundation. You “prefer” Gwynriel because it hasn’t been explored — which gives you space to project whatever dynamic you want onto it, rather than engage with the deeply layered, slow-burn development that already exists on the page.

You admit you dismissed four books of Elriel — the stolen glances, the rare softness, the aching restraint — and reduced it all to lust, even though Azriel’s entire character arc shows he only spirals when he feels too much, not too little. So really, thank you. Every time you try to discredit Elriel, all you do is confirm it.

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“I don’t need a reward. I want whatever you’re willing to give me. And whatever you want is what I’ll offer to you.”

This beautiful piece is inspired by Calebmc from the mobile game Love and Deepspace. We wanted to draw similarities between this relationship and Elriel’s – the forbidden nature, the yearning, the intensity. Not only is the pose inspired by Calebmc, but we wanted to further allude to The Garden of Eden and the concept of taking the forbidden fruit. Here, Elriel are both holding the apple between them – who will take a bite first?

We want to thank @muni_luny SO much for this gorgeous artwork. As both a fellow LADS player and Elriel we knew you’d hit it out of the park!! You are such dear friend of ours and your talent blows us away every single time – thank you, thank you, thank you!

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Art by @muni_luny

Commissioned by @lovelyfawnxx & @landofthefaerie

🚫 Please do NOT repost

Characters are Elain Archeron and Azriel from ACOTAR, belonging to Sarah J. Maas

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when you remember the fact that GAs genuinely think that SJM has laid all of this groundwork for Elain to finally take a chance, stand up for herself, and make her own decisions, all for it to end up being Azriel choosing between two women, one of whom has shown zero romantic interest in the opposite sex, let alone him… you really start to see how fucking stupid this ship war is

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when you remember the fact that GAs genuinely think that SJM has laid all of this groundwork for Elain to finally take a chance, stand up for herself, and make her own decisions, all for it to end up being Azriel choosing between two women, one of whom has shown zero romantic interest in the opposite sex, let alone him… you really start to see how fucking stupid this ship war is

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“Azriel seemed like a decent enough male.” - lucien in acowar

and if i say lucien will give elain and az his blessings? that he will help to cut his bond with elain so they can all have the love story they deserve? that if he cares for elain at all, he would want her to be happy, and he deserves happiness too, with someone who wants him back? what then?

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I was thinking about Azriel and his knowledge of seers. I really believe that there must be many of them within the spy system—they would undoubtedly be invaluable. After giving it some thought, I came to the conclusion that he must have been very good friends with one of them.

This is my headcanon of this.

They had been talking one late night and Azriel had bitterly joked about how he did not think himself one of fate’s favorites. His friend had seen the sadness in his eyes and had decided to tell him that though he was not allowed to reveal the future…for “one of his own” he would make an exception. He had told him all about the beautiful woman with the golden hair and the onyx eyes that would bless him with love and happiness.

One week after this conversation, Morrigan had walked into Illyria.

He hadn’t told anyone of the prophecy. He had told himself that he would be a fool to even believe it. But he did. He believed it for five hundred years, even if it broke his heart every day.

Until the day he understood what “one of his own” had truly meant. That’s how Azriel realized Elain was a seer. That’s how he realized she was the beautiful woman with the golden hair and onyx eyes.

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A little Elriel scene 🫶

I was listening to a song called 'Violent' by Shiadanni and I ended up writing this

Part 1

Elain stood in front of the door of the Townhouse soaked and shaking. Her fingers hovered over the handle then she turned it. The door creaked open.

And the first thing she saw was him.

Azriel stood in the middle of the foyer, breathing hard like he'd just flown through the storm. Rain dripped from his hair, his chest rising and falling beneath his leathers, and his wings still trembled.

He froze when he saw her

She mirrored him motionless

"Elain?"he breathed

Her lips parted. She hadn't expected him here.

"You weren't supposed to be here," she said softly, her dress plastered to her skin from the rain.

"I could say the same to you." he said, his eyes roaming over her soaked dress and the curve of her body.

She stepped inside slowly, the door clicking shut behind her. Neither of them moved. Until he turned his back to her, like it was the only way he could hold himself together.

"I had a nightmare " he said, voice low .

"I had a dream " she responded.

His hands clenched at his sides.

"I couldn't sleep"he said, voice distant

Her throat tightened "Me neither."

He gave a bitter laugh "No I doubt you did."

"I tried to outrun it " he said. "Whatever the fuck it is that keeps showing me things I don't want to see."

Her breath hitched

"I tell myself it's just a nightmare" he said, "just my mind playing games. But I still wake up with my fists clenched, with blood in my mouth. With your name on my tongue and someone else's hands on you."

Elain flinched but didn't look away.

He turned around

And his eyes Mother above, his eyes were wild red rimmed.

"I was going to leave ,but I didn't."

He went on, "I sat on the edge of my bed and told myself you were mine." His voice cracked. "That you always were."

"And I fucked my hand " he said. "Like a godsdamned coward."

"I said your name "he whispered, "like it'd keep me from flying off and gutting someone who..." His voice dropped to a snarl. "It didn't help, so I flew here."

Elain's lungs wouldn't fill.

She tried to speak, but her mouth felt dry

"My dream was about you" she whispered.

Azriel stilled.

"I didn't mean to" she went on voice trembling. "I didn't want to. But I kept waking up in the middle of the night… aching."

He didn't move, but his wings curled inward.

"I told myself it was nothing" she said. "That it would go away. That I could forget the way it felt to…" Her voice caught. "To need you that much."

"But it got worse." She swallowed. "I'd sleep just to find you. Then wake up empty. With my hands between my thighs and your name on my lips."

Azriel made a noise then

"I guess I'm not healing right " she whispered.

That finally made him move.

He crossed the space between them in two long steps. His leathers brushed her soaked dress, his hand rose but stopped a breath from her cheek. She lifted her chin. Rain dripped from her long lashes.

"I dreamed of you" she said slower this time. "And I woke up hating that it wasn't real."

She watched him shudder.

His fingers swept her hair back, then traced a slow, gentle line along her jaw.

"I'm sorry " he whispered. "Sorry to haunt you like this. To be yours in dreams, but not in daylight."

She swallowed hard. "But I'm here now."

She met his gaze breath soft "And I could give you the day."

He growled ,then his lips were at her neck, just breathing her in. "You're not real " he murmured against her skin. "I've seen you like this too many times. I don't believe it anymore."

"I'm real "she said. "And I'm not leaving."

Azriel was shaking. She could feel it in the way his breath ghosted over her skin. Elain didn't wait.

Her hand rose and slipped behind his neck. His damp hair clung to her fingers thick and soft.

She whispered "Touch me."

And that was it. Azriel swept her into his arms.

Elain gasped his strength, the force of it stole her breath. He carried her like she weighed nothing. One arm beneath her knees the other across her back, pressing her to his chest.

She clung to him arms tight around his neck, her cheek brushing his jaw. His skin was damp from the rain but he burned. His scent wrapped around cedar and beneath it all, something purely him that made her dizzy.

She shut her eyes, letting her head rest against him as he moved but his breath was still ragged, his heart thundering beneath her palm. She could feel every beat of him his chest shifting under her, the tension in his arms ,the rise of his wings.

She could feel where his leathers pressed against her thighs, the rough texture dragging across her skin .Heat pooled low in her belly.

At the top of the stairs, he stopped before a door she knew was hers. With one hand still holding her, he reached for the handle. The door creaked open.

He paused just inside the room. Then his shadows clicked the door shut behind them.

He walked to the edge of the bed and carefully set her down on the mattress. Her breath caught as he looked at her ,drank her in.

His gaze traced the rise of her breasts beneath the sheer fabric, the curve of her hips, the way the wet dress clung to the shape of her legs. Droplets of rain clung to her skin, catching the light and shining like stars.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed

She could feel him pulling himself apart, trying not to reach for her. And then he dropped to his knees. Right there between her legs. Elain's heart lurched.

His leathers groaned with the movement, wings folding in tight behind him. Yet he didn't touch her. He braced his palms on either side of her knees, head bowed chest heaving as if he'd flown a war's length just to kneel before her.

Then he lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers and he bent forward. Pressed his lips to her knee

Elain's breath caught in her throat as her skin flushed beneath the heat of his mouth.

His nose brushed along her thigh before he lifted his head again, eyes locking on hers. And there it was in his eyes that glint of madness.

"Elain" he said. "I saw him touching you."

She blinked "In the nightmare?"

His jaw tightened "Lucien."

Elain stilled

"I saw his hands on your skin" he went on. "I saw you smiling. Moaning ,reaching for him."

She made a soft sound but he kept going.

"And I couldn't move" he growled. "I watched him take you. I watched him hold you the way I was meant to and you said his name not mine."

Her throat worked "I don't…"

He surged forward "I woke up ready to burn the world down" he said teeth bared. "I would have killed him for something that wasn't even real. For a godsdamned dream."

She could see it now how close to the edge he was. How his shadows curled like serpents at his back.

"I can't…"His voice cracked "I can't stand the thought of losing you. Not even in sleep."

Her breath hitched

"I know it's wrong " he rasped. "This thing in me... it's sick but I need you. Without you Elain…" He shook his head, something broken in his voice. "Please forgive me."

Her hands moved one slid to his jaw, the other pressed against his chest over the place where his heart thundered.

"There's nothing to forgive" she said softly. "Because I want you."

His eyes flicked up to hers. She didn't look away.

"I want you" she repeated. "Not in dreams ,not in nightmares. Here ,now."

He let out a shuddered breath. His eyes searched hers then dropped to her mouth, like it has the answer to a question he'd been dying to ask.

"What did you see?" he rasped "In the dream?

Her lips parted

"Tell me" he breathed voice low. "Tell me what I did to you."

His hands curled tighter into the sheets on either side of her.

Elain held his gaze

Her fingers slid down his throat soft and slow. "You weren't gentle" she said.

Azriel froze

"In my dream" she went on "you didn't ask or wait. You didn't hold back."

A shudder rippled through him, his wings twitching.

"You had me against the wall" she whispered. "One hand fisting my hair, the other lifting my leg. You told me to look at you."

She watched the way his eyes darkened.

"You said you were done pretending. That my heart belonged to you, and you were going to show me why." Her voice trembled from the memory of heat, of desperation. "You tore the dress from my body."

Azriel's chest rose and fell, his breaths uneven "Elain…"

"You bit me," she said. "Right here." Her fingers drifted to the curve of her shoulder.

"You said I was driving you insane "she whispered. "That you'd waited so long, you weren't sure you knew how to be gentle anymore."

His jaw clenched so tightly but still, he didn't touch her.

Her eyes didn't waver "You kept saying my name. Over and over."

"And then you told me to look at you" she murmured. "That if I said your name you'd give me anything. Everything ,and I did. I said it."

He exhaled ragged. "Say it."

"Azriel "

He shuddered again

"You kissed me like you hated me" she continued voice trembling . "Like you resented how badly you needed me. How deep it ran. You said you didn't know if you wanted to bury yourself inside me or fall to your knees and beg me to never leave."

Azriel closed his eyes. Like if he looked at her a second longer, he'd lose the last shred of control he had.

"And when it was done…"

Her voice faltered "You looked like you were afraid."

He opened his eyes

"I told you not to be" she said softly. "Because I liked that side of you because I wanted it."

His hands moved then, rising to her thigh.

She leaned forward until her forehead touched his. "I want the part of you that watches from the shadows," she whispered "The part that dreams of how I look how I sound when I moan your name."

His hand slid higher

"I want the male who wakes up ready to kill for me." Then his hands were on her hips, lifting her just enough to pull her forward into the edge of the bed and into his body. His mouth hovered over hers.

"I want the one who doesn't let go" she whispered.

"I'll never let go" he said. "Even if it damns me."

"Then damn us both" she said.

And his mouth crashed onto hers...

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Arr: tangerine. Eileen

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3 brothers x 3 sisters

The Rulers, The Warriors, The Spies

Love Me, Touch Me, Sing Me

🎨: @termesart on Instagram (go there and watch her chibi reels as a bonus)

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🌙 A Sleepless Night 🌙

AC: 🎨 siyana_art & commissioned by azriel_elain on insta!!

“Elain’s now going to have dreams about ripping ivy out and the ivy creeping in through the window to strangle her at night, because let me tell you, that ivy does not want to go.” (interview with SJM published in original paperback edition of acofas)

“Cassian let it drop, knowing Az would have told him already if he’d wanted to share what had been hounding him enough to exercise at night, rather than in the morning with them.” (acosf chp 23)

“But sleep so rarely found him these days. Too many razor-sharp thoughts slice him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike. Too many wants and needs left his skin overheated and pulling taut across his bones. So he only slept when his body gave out, and even then only for a few hours.” (acosf Azriel bonus)

A huge THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to the lovely artist, siyana_art, and especially to azriel_elain on insta who commissioned this gorgeous piece.

Please go show the IG post some love!! ❤️❤️