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sirenarts · 1 year ago

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“Every Second Spent In Heaven”

I didn’t realize I should probably post this piece here just incase some can’t access Ao3!! So please enjoy my lovelies!!

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The winter court was beautiful. It was just as elain had heard her family talk about.

Elain admired the lovely ice figures both inside and out of the court walls. She asked her sisters if she could explore the court on her own. And she was approved the second Kallias and Vivian walked in. The beautiful female took elain by the arm and showed her some key points of the court. A few basic streets that she could find easily. And gave her all the good spots to look at.

Elain explored the court and came back just in time for her families meeting. The room was filled with papers upon papers. Elain sat between her sisters. Rhysand to the left of feyre and Cassian to the right of nesta.

Elain calmly between them. But across azriel. WHo sat next to amren and near Kallias and Vivian.

The meeting began and as usual elain tried to take it in.

But why did he have to be in front of her? Why did he have to look at her like that? Like she was the most beautiful thing on the planet and was blessed by the mother and cauldron.

No, she didn’t feel that way that much. Not since last solstice when azriel claimed it was a mistake. She felt that thrumming between her thighs and she swore quietly. Only managing to get the attention of feyre who tapped her leg and gave her a look.

“You ok?” She whispered to elain. She only nodded and returned back to the conversation.

But that thrumming was there again. This time she felt wet. And hot.

She looked around the room as she felt her body release the little bit of herself.

No one managed to pick it up. At least from what she saw. She leaned to feyres ear and excused herself to the bathroom.

Feyre worried something was wrong and almost went with her. But elain reassured her that she was fine.

She walked out and into the hallway nearly panting.

Touch me.

Was all her mind could say as she looked at him. At azriel.

Pick me.

Choose me.

Love me.

Be my mate I beg of you.

Elain almost sobbed in the hallway if it wasn’t for azriel creeping behind her. Her hearing picking up the sound of his feet that most wouldn’t find.

Azriel looked red. Like a cherry. And elain felt that release come faster than she could control.

Azriels body reacted the same way.

FIND EACH OTHER!

A string tied between them and azriel swore it was the mother or maybe the gods that yelled at them.

He rushed to her side and pulled her into a small room. Scanning the area before deeming it as good.

“Elain you can’t do that, you can’t look at me like I’m everything you want and need you can’t-“ azriel was stopped by a slap across the face by Elains small hand.

“I’m in this hell because of you azriel. Because every night instead of you being with me, I spend it alone. Because every night I am wondering why it had to be someone I didn’t want and didn’t even show me an ounce of knowing me.” She stood her ground and azriel could only lift a hand to his cheek.

He deserved it. Well and truly. But mother above he wanted to explain everything.

“Elain I swear to you not a single night goes by where I’m not thrusting into the sheets thinking of you. Where I’m not begging for you to say my name like it’s a song you made specifically for you. Like your soul isn’t this seed planted by the mother and grown with nothing but love.” He said.

Elain fumed silently. They stood together In front of the coat closet.

So elain decided to do something about her problem.

“Than what are you waiting for Azriel…take me. If you’re so hungry like you say you are.” She could only lift her chin just a second before Azriel grabbed her waist and brought her to the closet doors.

“Hold on tight” he order. Elains hands gripping to his shoulders. Azriel lifting her skirts and pushing his cock to her clit.

“And don’t make a sound my love” he commanded.

Azriel thrusted into elain with just the thinnest of fabric stopping them. But fuck the fabric he thought. Pulling off elain underwear like it was dust. The fabric ripping apart under his finger tips.

Elain pulsed on his shaft and he pulled away before removing himself from his pants.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He said kindly

“I’m going to show you every ounce of how sorry I am.” He said passionately

“And I’m going to tell your name on the top of my lungs until even my high lord goes deaf.” He said proudly.

Elain nodded and barely said yes. Already out of breath azriel thrusted into her. Her clot twitching around him.

Love me. Love me. Love me.

His mind begged.

He kissed her lips and bit the her bottom one. Tasting that little drop of blood he licked over. He sucked her neck and licked her throat. Claiming her.

“I have to do this elain I have to have you.”

Azriel couldn’t restrain his thrusts or his begging. His whimpering as elain moaned and kept saying his name like a swan song.

He took his teeth to her throat. At the junction of her neck and shoulder.

Elain knowing exactly what he wanted. What she wanted as well.

“Yes” elain said breathlessly. And it was enough for azriel to bite down and mark her in that brutal Illyrian way. Claiming her so that even a mate bond could never trump it. No mother or god could even say a single remark. And a high lord? Not even the most powerful. Not even his own brother. Could obey him from doing this.

They pushed and pulled and held onto each other. That burning spark building more and more.

A shadow came to azriels ear and alerted him of someone coming. His eyes snapped open and soon he pushed him self and a barely there elain into the closet. Straining his wings by forcing them to cocoon around each other. Keeping them safe and sound.

Azriel waited till elain collected her breath and he melted at the sight of her.

“That was…I don’t even…fuck.” She couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Let alone say words without having to pause between them.

Azriel leaned his head on her forehead and gently kissed her skin.

“I am never letting something stop me again. And I’ll be damned to let you be alone when you’re feeling…adventurous.” He smirked against her skin and she could’ve sworn he was smiling like a fool.

A hand pound on the door and they looked at each other wide eyed. Elain was still around his cock. Her skirts bunched around her waist. And azriel was very well cumming inside of her.

“Azriel get out now before they get downstairs.” A voice spoke and he gently removed himself from inside her. A slight wince of pain had Azriel nearly worried he went too far. He most certainly did. He made her almost bleed while fucking. She couldn’t stand on her own without assistance. She felt like heaven in a physical form.

Azriel got a shadow to open the closet doors and he turned his head to amren. Watching as she inhaled their scents and gasped as she looked at his back.

“Your skin! Azriel out now! You too elain!” She yelled quietly. Thank the mother for the shadows helping to keep them quiet.

Azriel held onto elain and they listened to a lovely rant from amren. They learned that azriels tattoos somehow formed into swirling shadows that dipped into roses. That elain somehow glowed like millions of stars on star fall. That they both seemed so…connected.

Azriel and elain could stand and listen to amrens explaining of what was going on. They learned that they’d been away nearly two hours. That even feyre was getting worried and close to looking for them.

“I’ll take the blame if they ask.” Amren said sternly and a part of Azriel didn’t even believe It. He didn’t want his friend to take any blame for his actions. Even if it was the most important thing he ever did in years.

Amren excused herself and let them get fixed and situationed.

“I’m so sorry for slapping you.” Elain said quietly looking down.

Azriel chucked deeply and brought his lips to hers in a tender kiss.

“You elain archeron, have one hell of an arm. I’m incredibly honored and proud of you.” He said to her happily.

All elain could do was kiss his cheek, the one she slapped.

The door opened and in walked both of Elains sisters.

Smiles from ear to ear and amren standing behind them.

“Couldn’t help myself, got too excited.” She said calmly.

Feyre and nesta rushed to hug them both.

No matter what happened or happens. Azriel swore to protect elain. Even if it meant getting his brothers mate and sister in laws plus the rest of his family against him. He wasn’t going down without a fight.

Azriel would dream of every second he spent with elain. Every second spent in heaven.

#elriel #elain #elain archeron #acotar #azriel #elain x azriel #elriel month #elain and azriel #elain kingslayer #pro elain #pro elriel #elriel month 2024

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sirenarts · 1 year ago

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Hello, fellow Elriel!

This is your Elriel Month fic exchange announcement. Remember to not post this Ask until the days of your prompt (feel free to post your fic directly to this ask).

Gifting: @nightcourtseer

Prompt: Hold Tight and Don't Make a Sound

Tropes: hurt/comfort, HEA, smut

Send @elriel-month an ask if you have any questions. Can’t wait to read it! 🦇🌹

Hello my lovely!! Here’s my gift for @nightcourtseer

I hope you enjoy!! @elriel-month

#elriel #elain #elain archeron #acotar #azriel #elain x azriel #elriel month #elain and azriel

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sirenarts · 1 year ago

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Words cannot describe how AMAZING this gift was😭🫶🏼. I truly loved every single word of this and the fact that I cannot wait to see Elriels book is already making me more excited for what’s to come. Thank you so much for this amazing fic and I’ll truly be reading this more than once🤧

Happy Saint Valentine’s

Prompt: New Beginnings (for @elriel-month 2024)

Tags: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Gifted to: @sirenarts

This is my first fanfic ever so I hope you enjoy it ♡

They probably don't celebrate Saint Valentine's Day in Prythian but a girl can dream.

Elain hated Saint Valentine’s.

It was a holiday full of things she loved: roses, chocolate, and love. And yet she hated it for she could not be part of it. While her sisters would be covered in beautiful flower bouquets and delicious boxes of chocolates, she would not partake in any of these merriments. While they strolled around Velaris stealing kisses from their mates, she would be alone in her room, staring at the ceiling.

She hated it. She hated it all.

She hated Saint Valentine’s because it made her hate herself. It turned her into a jealous, self-pitying little creature, and she could not stand it. She didn’t want to be jealous. She wanted to be happy for her sisters, as she normally was. She did not want to feel pity for herself when she had so much to be grateful for.

But most of all, she hated Saint Valentine’s because it made her hate, and she hated hate. She was made for love. And yet, wasn’t that the problem? She was made to love and be loved, and yet she didn’t seem capable of finding someone with whom to share that feeling. But that was not true either. She had a mate. She would probably receive just as many gifts today as her sisters, maybe even more, since Lucien tried to compensate for their lack of mutual affection with presents. And still, Elain felt utterly alone during Saint Valentine’s, for in her mating bond there was no love.

At least, not on her part.

No, there was only one person that Elain wished to share Saint Valentine’s with. But after Solstice, the Shadowsinger had made it very clear that he did not want any part of it, and Elain could not blame him. Who would want to get involved with a mated female like her? Especially someone like Azriel, who could have whomever he wanted? He could have his pick of females this Saint Valentine’s; Elain was very aware that she was far from being the only admirer the Spymaster had. He could have warriors, aristocrats… Valkyries. Why would he choose someone as quiet and boring as Elain?

Elain was lying in bed, deep into such thoughts, when she heard a sound on her balcony.

A sound of something heavy landing on it.

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Azriel stood by the window, hesitant.

Was she awake? If she was, would she welcome his presence or would she consider he was violating her privacy, arriving at her room unannounced?

Elain had seemed so distant the day before.

She was a reserved female by nature, but she usually enjoyed the company of the Inner Court and participated in their conversations in her quiet manner.

But not last night.

Last night, Elain had remained shut up like a clam all throughout dinner. She had barely eaten anything and responded to comments directed to her in the most concise way that politeness allowed, preventing the conversation from going any further. Her usual calm demeanour had turned somewhat irritable. Azriel had even seen her snap at her sisters at one point, and then quickly apologise and retire to her gardens, an odd look on her face.

Azriel knew that look all too well.

It was a look of unsurmountable loneliness.

She had tried to mask it as best she could, but Azriel could see beyond that mask. After all, he saw that look every day when he looked at himself in the mirror.

And he knew Elain better than anyone at the Night Court, for he had taken the habit of observing her every move. He was now more of an expert on anything Elain than even her sisters were.

It wasn’t hard for Azriel to get to the root cause of Elain’s distress.

He was also painfully aware of which date it was tomorrow.

For centuries, he couldn’t have cared less about this particular day, normally completely forgetting about it altogether, but this year was different. Ever since both of his brothers had found their mates, Azriel found himself more and more left out. He knew that they didn’t do it on purpose, and he did not begrudge Rhysand and Cassian for their happiness, but still, he couldn’t help but feel that he was the odd one out. Truth be told, Azriel was also actively drawing away from his brothers. Seeing the two Illyrians happily mated reminded Azriel of a truth that had been engraved on him as a child: that he was unlovable.

Last night, he had perceived in Elain some of that same darkness.

He could not bear it.

Elain was everything that was pure and beautiful in the world. She should not harbour inside her any of the pain that stained Azriel’s soul. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy.

That is why he now found himself on Elain’s balcony, Velaris sleeping below him; to take the female’s sorrows away.

Encouraged by the memory of Elain’s sad doe eyes, he decided to take the risk and gently knock on her window.

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Tap, tap, tap.

Elain startled. She stood in her bed and held her breath, straining her ears for another sound.

Tap, tap, tap.

There it was again. The heavy sound of something landing, the gentle taps on her window… There was certainly someone on her balcony.

She hastily rose from her bed, covered herself as best she could with her nightgown, and headed to the window. Clinging to her lacy garments, she opened the window that led to her balcony.

A cold gust of wind welcomed her, but that was not all that awaited her on the balcony. A flicker of shadows curled and danced around her, before swiftly drawing back.

Back to their owner.

Azriel.

The sight of Azriel on her balcony was almost enough to make her combust. He was clad in his usual black attire, his blue siphons shining bright. The full moon that graced the sky that night favoured him with her light so that Elain could see him leaning against the ivy-covered bannister. The terrace’s sweet smell of roses was laced with a scent of pine trees and cedar wood.

Azriel was one with the darkness of nighttime. One more shadow of the night.

The most beautiful shadow Elain had ever laid eyes upon.

“Ahem”. Azriel discreetly cleared his throat.

Oh, no.

She had been staring.

Elain had not even been aware that she was conducting a thorough examination of the Shadowsinger. She could not help but do so every time she encountered him, but normally she went about it discreetly.

Not this time.

She had inspected him in a completely unabashed fashion. Besides, since the incident on Solstice, they had barely been alone, both of them doing their best to avoid each other.

Blood rushed to her face at the realisation, her blush matching the light pink tone of her nightgown.

“Azriel”, she said softly, beaming up at him. “Please come inside, February nights are too cold to be outside”.

Azriel offered her a shy smile and followed her inside her room.

Elain turned to close the window. On turning round again, she found Azriel facing her with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. The most beautiful flowers she had ever seen.

“What type of flowers are they? I don’t recognise them, and I praise myself for my knowledge of plants”, she whispered.

The Spymaster chuckled at the remark. “They’re called icy lilies because their petals seem carved out of ice. My mother grows them in Rosehall. I figured you might like them so I brought some for you”, he said while offering the bouquet to her.

Elain was shocked.

Azriel never mentioned her mother.

“I love them”, she answered truthfully, accepting the flowers. But Azriel did not let go of the bouquet. Instead, he placed his hands on hers, closing them around the blossoms. Elain could not help but gaze at his hands. They were callused and covered with scars. She knew that Azriel was self-conscious about them. She had often seen him hiding them if he caught her looking, or drawing them away after reaching for her, as if he were scared that his hands could somehow corrupt her.

None of that seemed to matter to him now.

His tanned hands caressed hers, whilst he drew closer to her. He was so close she could feel his breath on her hair. Elain grew painfully aware of how little fabric she was wearing. The only things separating their bodies were the delicate white flowers and Elain thought that no matter how beautiful they were, she wouldn’t mind crushing them into pieces if that meant feeling Azriel’s body on her body.

The Shadowsinger bend down his head, placing his full lips close to her pointed ear.

Why are you here Az? she wanted to ask. But she wouldn’t, lest the question might drive him away.

She didn’t want him to leave.

Ever.

“Happy Saint Valentine’s, Elain”, he whispered into her ear.

Her name on his lips, spoken in that hushed tone, as if it were his most precious secret, almost made her knees give out from under her.

She drew back, just enough to look into Azriel’s heavenly face. His gaze was intent on her, his stunning hazel eyes warm and inviting. Elain wished to drown in them, and drown she would, for those eyes exposed the myriad of wounds and longings that the Shadowsinger kept suppressed and concealed.

But there was also love and devotion in his gaze.

Elain hoped for nothing more than the smallest taste of the heaven that those eyes promised.

“Happy Saint Valentine’s to you too, Azriel”, she managed to say back.

Azriel shifted his feet, suddenly looking insecure. As if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. Or as if he had the words already prepared and now couldn’t find the courage to say them.

Elain softly pressed his hands, stepping even closer, until not even one more flower could have fitted between them. She gazed up at him, smiling. Her honest smile was encouraging enough for him to finally speak.

“Elain, you deserve everything”, he spoke under his breath. “You deserve a moonlit walk along the Sidra, a diamond necklace on your neck, a bed covered in rose petals. And I wish, more than anything I wish, that I could be the one to give it all to you. The perfect Saint Valentine’s Day every day”. He stopped to catch his breath, now ragged, and continued, more decisively this time. “I hate to think you don’t know just how breathtaking you are. I hate to think of you locked up in your room, denying the world of your beauty, today or any other day. But most of all, I hate to think of you feeling lonely and abandoned. I know what it’s like to feel lonely. I’ve felt lonely all my life. But upon meeting you, part of that loneliness left me. I now wish to return that favour and chase your loneliness away. Because you will never be lonely again. I may not always be able to be with you physically, but rest assured that if I’m not breathing the same air as you, I’m thinking of you. Always”.

Tears started to run freely down Elain’s pale face and she let them. She couldn’t have stopped them if she tried. “Azriel, I don’t need the diamonds nor a bed of roses. I don’t even need a stroll along the Sidra. I only need you. These flowers I have in my hands are worth more to me than any treasure in the world because you were the one to gift them to me. What is a diamond necklace worth if it’s not you that ties it around my neck?”.

Azriel leaned down towards her face and carefully kissed her tears away. His touch spoke of reverence, adoration and devotion.

“May this be the first of many Saint Valentine’s together, ” Azirel spoke under his breath. A devilish grin spread over his face as he added, “Even if we have to celebrate them in secret”.

There were no other secrets that Elain would rather keep.

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sirenarts · 1 year ago

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Omg please the fact that I had to swim through the entire app just to find this BEAUTIFUL art and omg it was so freaking WORTH IT🫂🫶🏼🥹

Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was.

Happy Valentine's Day 💞 I thought this scene from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days fit Elriel so well.

art by @dudlesdudles 🫶

commissioned by me

please do not repost.

#how to lose a guy in 10 days #rom com acotar crossover #why not #elriel #elain archeron #elain #azriel #acotar #pro elriel

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sirenarts · 1 year ago

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The fact that we have not only a curse breaker, not only a lady death, but we have a king slayer🥹🌷🗡️

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥��𝘰𝘱.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥,

𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙.

𝙀𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩-𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳, "𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧."

🎨: @rykyartofficial

Commissioned by me

𝙰 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙹. 𝙼𝚊𝚊𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽𝟺

𝙿𝚐. 𝟼𝟻𝟸-𝟼𝟻𝟹

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓. 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍.

#sarahjmaas #sjm #elain #elainarcheron #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #maasverse #proelain #proelainarcheron

#elain archeron #elain art #elain #pro elain #sarah j maas #acotar #sjm #acomaf #acofas #acosf

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sirenarts · 2 years ago

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MERRY CHRISTMAS✨

Here’s a little something something for the amazing @starswhogaze I’ve tried to make this has heartfelt and sweet as possible. There’s some greys anatomy and game of thrones references here that I know you’d love! So here is your Elain and Azriel garden rain confession!!

I love you.

Azriel was a mess. A complete and utter mess.

He sat on the floor of the training rings whilst ignoring the orders of his brothers.

Rhysand telling him that sitting down is not “training” and Cassian had only laughed at the idea of a sulking azriel that wasn’t in the mode to fight.

He was grumpy-yes. And kicking himself for the stupidity that happened during solstice. But it had only been a four days since.

Now they were hours from Christmas Day. Prythian surrounded by stars and drenched in rain. The city of starlight glittered with thousands of decorations and joy.

Azriel ignored his brothers comments. He quickly stood up and walked towards the empty balcony that provided much relief against the heat and sweat.

Everyday he’d been here. The farthest room away from the one female he started an obsession towards. Elain.

His most beautiful and yet challenging female. Since solstice, that fateful night he had to leave her behind like a lucid dream. Azriel had worked tirelessly to collect every bit of strength he had to stay from her.

Most nights he could get through a few hours with the help of alcohol. Which didn’t really help for the hunger that his body started to feel-.

Meanwhile, elain had been outside the house. Deep within the greenhouse she’d been working on.

After speaking to her sisters and construction workers. Elains garden had expanded into a three story mansion with a great open clearing.

The plant life had thrived so much since, Elains presence had it turned into a glowing oasis.

Trees that grew emerald leaves spread throughout the clearing. Cobblestone paths that glowed from the night sky and beautiful blue butterflies.

Blue- the same color as cobalt.

Elain told herself she’d get through her pain and her abandonment. But she never thought that cobalt would follow her around.

With the rain as it was, the garden was most definitely soaked. And Elain still needed to decorate the outside portion of the garden.

The trees provided a lot of privacy which worked against two very close shadow wraiths. Most days she’d tell them where she was and they’d leave her be to mingle with her devices.

But Elain was hurt. And most of her holiday joy had been saved only for her family.

Her view by the house really made it obvious she was outside. The glowing garden only having its strange magical blue light whenever Elain walked in.

Taking a few steps, the long cobble path and through the wisteria tunnel. Elain made her way to the only part of the garden that viewed the training rooms.

She could see into that balcony where an irritated Azriel stood. Watching the stars and clenching those scarred hands to the railing.

Somehow the male heard Elain moving. His eyes darting towards her figure that peeked through the greenery.

MOVE!

He shouted in his mind. There was no excuse he could make for the sudden jump over the railing. Azriels wings snapped open and a gust of wind aided his flight into a steady stream of air.

Elain heard that snap and the whistle of wind like a song. A song that sang when an Illyrian was in flight.

She made her way to the only open patch of the garden. It was no more than a five foot empty space in the middle of those emerald green trees.

Everything faintly littered with frost.

Azriels figured landed gently against the soft tamed grass. It was truly well taken cared of even.

He wore all black fighting clothes instead of the fighting leathers. He needed free rein of his body if he was going to do what he wanted too.

“H-how are you here?” Elain asked softly. The trees above provided no space large enough for a male with very big wings to enter.

“I saw you and followed your direction.” Azriel explained. From his position, he could only see elain through a few branches. But that didn’t stop him from turning into a body of shadows and sifting through the leaves with ease.

“You shouldn’t be here..it’s a waste of your training time.” Elain spoke. turning away from the male who already stood his full height.

“I’M SORRY!” Azriel shouted towards her.

To Elains shock she nearly covered her eyes at the power of that voice. Her hearing still being a strange mystery for all.

“Your what..?” Elain asked cluelessly. She knew what he was saying sorry too. She just needed him to talk. And elain wouldn’t get that if she forced him.

“I am sorry. For solstice. That night was never a mistake to me.” Azriel began. Elain taking steps towards him, the male focusing only on the beautiful flowing cobalt dress that was now soaked from the rain.

“I am sorry for my stupidity. I am sorry for getting so close to you. I am sorry for putting you in a position that made you feel unworthy.”

Silence between the two. But now they were closer- much closer, just a few feet apart still.

“I am sorry for every second I spent dreaming of you. For every minute I prayed you’d look my way. For every hour I tried to steal just so I could have your time.”

He took a slow breath, the rain drowning out the outside and cloaking them in a bubble.

“I am so fucking sorry that I have started to love you.”

Azriel spoke those words with so much honesty it sent Elain a wave of emotions.

The male she met when she was human first. The male that sang to her while she baked. The male she had dreams of helping start a family. Had well and truly said, “I love you.”

“You hurt me.” Elain started, striding for a closed space between them.

“You hurt me and I felt so lost when you left.”

Elain pulled her hair off her shoulder, Azriel only looking at the powerful doe eyes.

“You hurt me and for once in my life, I didn’t feel like some constellation prize.” She took a breath.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“I couldn’t eat.”

“I couldn’t breathe, without you.”

“I tried so hard to understand what I did wrong, what I might’ve done to make you say this was a mistake-“

“It never was a mistake.” Azriel countered.

“Then why did you leave! Why did you leave me like that?”

Azriel stood silently. Listening to the rage full heart beats of the beautiful female in front of him.

“Rhys had saw us. He said Lucien was up stairs and if he had came down…cauldron boil us we didn’t know what would have happened.”

Elains eyes widen. The thought of her brother inflicting more pain than good to separate her from Azriel was infuriating.

“I had to leave because I was given an order. To stay away from you and to seek out other females for a realize. I couldn’t touch you, even when I struggled too at night.”

The pair stood in silence before a few cries of thunder stroke out. The lighting revealing the pained expressions of exhaustion on their faces.

“I would burn myself for you.” Elain spoke.

“No- what? No!” Azriel shouted.

“I would stay a thousand years in hel and in that cauldron if it meant I’d have you be mines.”

“Elain stop this-“

“I would risk my life over and over if it meant I could touch you and hold you and kiss you whenever I wanted too.”

“That’s enough Elain!”

“I wanted you to be my mate! I wanted you to be mines and I begged for the cauldron to make me yours!”

Azriel was gaped at those words. And Elain only continued before he could make a sound.

“I can’t stay away because it’s exhausting, I can’t function everyday without needing you in the room, I can’t sleep unless you’ve been near me. I don’t have peace unless you’re there.”

Elain began to shake. Began to crack. Began to reveal those words she kept so near and dear to her heart.

“I can’t love a male my heart doesn’t burn for.”

Elain pulled the front of Azriels work out shirt towards her silk dress body.

“My heart and soul burn for the male that saved me. That saw me for me. That rescued me, gods azriel you rescued me.”

Elain moaned softly before Azriel took her arms and pulled her forward into a hungry kiss. The warmth of their lips matching together with whatever fire that burned within.

The thunder rolled louder and the stars began to move. The garden grew more and more as those same blue butterflies swarmed them.

The garden was singing- no.

It was Elains heart that cried a soft melody. One that awoke a beautiful wave of joy and laughter and love from Azriels.

White tulips began to glow blue. Elains dress had somehow changed with that light, glowing more and more the beautiful siphon color.

And Azriels wings- gods his wings started to change. The red and gold membrane changed and shifted into floral patterns and some language only he knew.

That language was burned into Elains skin. On her chest showed a series of shadowy patterns and flowers.

But Azriel? Azriels wings in every surface revealed those same designs. A matching pair. Two hearts that burn for one.

“Stay the night, stay the night because I can’t keep using the sheets for help elain..” Azriel laughed as elain clutched to his form and began embracing him in the most dearest hug he dreamed of.

Elain leaned to kiss the heart that kept this male alive. While Azriel knelt down on one knee and kissed the torso that kept her standing.

“I vow my life to you Elain Archeron.”

“I vow every part of my body, mind, soul and heart to be yours.”

“I vow that every second of my existence is to love you and burn for you and you only.”

“I vow to have you satisfied and content for the years to come.”

“ I vow my future children to be yours.”

“And I vow my hand, my ring finger, to only carry the band that ties me to you.”

“My perfectly imperfect soul to only say one name: Elains”

Elain and azriel had stayed in that position. Her hands forming a shield over his head, while Azriel leaned his forward against the plush flesh of Elains body.

“And I vow to never let another soul hurt you and get away with it.”

Elain spoke strongly. Kneeling down to his level and hugging him tight.

“For I vow that the powers I have gained and taken from the cauldron, will be to protect you.”

“I vow to be your undying flame and true heart beat.”

“I vow every touch of your hand to ruin me for good”

“I vow to never let you go, no matter how close to the edge I am.”

“And I vow to never let my heart stop beating for you.”

Elain and Azriel looked at one another before saying vows the pair never even knew.

“Father”

“Smith”

“Warrior”

“Mother”

“Maiden”

“Crone”

“Stranger”

“I am hers”

“I am his”

“And she is mines”

“And he is mines”

“From this day, until the end of my days”

#elain x azriel #elriel #elriel month #elain and azriel #confession #forbidden love

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I think the best way I’m gonna react to this is by fainting🤭

To my secret Santa, Merry Christmas @sirenarts , haven meeting you is one of the best things this year and I will forever be grateful I get to call you my friend!

AO3

“No” Azriel simply answered while cheeking some paper from a folder, leaning into his desk with ease as if he didn’t have the fiercest of lawyers in the whole New York area in front of him murdering him with her sight, Lady Death herself, Nesta Archeron.

“What do you mean no” she growled, arms crossed and fuming.

Azriel let a sigh out and dragged his hand down his face, “ It means I am not taking time off from my job to go around asking who wants to come with me on an adventure where I follow some influencer girls around like a lost puppy for a beauty brand launch party.” He answered harshly, “ I’ll lose all credibility, Nesta”

Azriel has only felt fear three times in his life, his line of work didn’t necessarily allow him to feel it more often

When his hands were burned

When he almost died

And now watching Nesta smile like the devil herself standing in front of him.

“ Well good thing you need to do neither of those things,” Nesta said smiling scarily chipper, she uncrossed her arms and put them in her waist. “ Emerie has already agreed and Cassian told me you had already taken the week off so you can do your usual brooding in the mountain.”

Azriel was left speechless.

Then he frowned, “ How did you get Berdara to do it, she is worse than me with time off and that is something.” he asked.

Nesta shrugged smirking, putting her hands in her pockets.

“I guess it’s just one of the many perks of being an awesome lawyer who saves your fucking asses all the goddam time.”

Azirel rolled his eyes, being a bodyguard was a great job and it paid well whoever you were also sued a lot depending on the clients you worked with and how much of an assholes they were

“ Well I might still refuse Nesta,” he said defensively

Nesta smile somehow grew bigger and she pulled her phone out showing it to Azriel. “ Oh have I forgotten to tell you the person I need you to take care of is Elain?” she asked, in her phone a photo from the photoshoot of Elain’s new brand; Elain was dressed in a flower gown surrounded by all types of plants and holding some of her products.

He was left breathless.

Azriel’s first thought, as it always was whenever he saw Elain, was that she looked beautiful. There was a shine to Elain that Azriel had only been able to find in the stars in the night. Her glow was incomparable.

He felt his ears and face grow hot and a blush took over his face.

Fuck.

Nesta laid the trap for him and he fell like the idiot he was.

He cleared his throat and scratched his neck with the other, “ Yes, you forgot that very important detail, Nesta,” he scowled

Nesta laughed, “ Well what can I say, it is fun to toy around with you when it comes to Elain,” she said examining her engagement ring.

“ You don’t have to gloat on my misery Nesta,” he said, a sigh of exhaustion scaping him as he let himself fall on his chair.

“ You can always call her Azirel,” Netsa said rolling her eyes at the stupidity of her future brother-in-law.

“Nesta,” he warned with a serious tone.

“Fuck off,” she responded irritated, “ She broke up with that loser months ago Azriel, you could have easily called her and asked her out and-”

“Nesta respectfully fuck off, it’s none of your business.” he cut her off tired of hearing the same thing from the same people.

His brothers.

His sisters-in-law.

And his three-year-old nephew.

‘So, will you do it yes or no?” Nesta asked irked.

“Of course, I’ll do it, Nesta,” he said exhausted putting his hands on his face.

“ I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said walking out of his office with a smile.

_____________________

“ So what exactly does Nesta have on you to convince you to be doing this?” Azriel asked Emerie as they examined the surrounding area where they were waiting for the car with Elain and her friends for the launch party.

“Not necessarily what but who” she grumbled fixing her glasses and walking towards the car that had arrived, opening the door.

“SUNSHINE!” a small ginger woman exclaimed as she walked out of the car, dressed in a modest teal dress and her straight pin hair loose, a small broach with a moon holding it out of her face. The woman threw herself at Emerie kissing her cheek.

Azriel didn’t know what to do, he froze for a moment and when he was ready to tackle the girl he saw Emerie laugh and hold her by the waist hugging her, she kissed the woman and separated from her turning a more professional stand as she could probably see photographers appear, keeping a discrete hang on the back of her wife

“Azriel, this is my wife, Gwyn Berdara.” Emerie introduced with a smile.

Azriel couldn’t help but smile, “ Oh so this is why you accepted the job?” he asked laughing

“ Oh like the reason you accepted was any better?” Asked Feyre as she climbed out of the car with Nesta.

All the girls laughed as Azriel went red, then panicked flooding him as he looked over at the car but the door was closed, he started to look everywhere for another car, Elain’s car.

“Don’t panic,” Nesta said putting the poor boy out of his misery, Elain and the twins are coming in another car.

Ease flooded his body until he saw a white car approaching and off the car came out Elain.

Beautiful, wonderful, splendid Elain, in a beautiful dress adorned with flowers of all types, but all of a pink and white scheme along side with some vines.

As Elain climbed out of the car, the first person she saw was Azriel, extending a hand to her, Like all those years ago.

“Az,” she said his name in surprise, a whisper only for him to hear but with a huge smile on her face.

He took her hand and smiled back at her, “ Elain” he greeted with the same huge smile.

“I- wha- what are you doing here?” she said still smiling and hugged him, she couldn’t keep her excitement, the last time he had seen him was months ago, and she missed him too much.

Which was a mistake, especially with all the cameras around them.

NEWS FLASH!

Icon Elain Archeron seen at her launch debut with new beau?

Who is this handsome mysterious man?

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Purpleunicornc

Okay but the sunshine x sunshine protector tropes

Starwhogazes

It’s the pink-and-black aesthetic for me

Jediemma

Okay but Elain the lovely fawn and a man who looks like her protector? Iconic

Nikethestatue to Jediemma

Like death itself?

Jasmineandshadows

OMG death and the lovely fawn? Iconic

Siren.arts

OKAY they are my new favorite couple!

“Let’s go” he whispered holding her waist and shielding her as much as he could from the flashes to the building. “ Oh and,” he started chuckling a bit. “Nesta asked me to keep you safe.” he answered, “ and I will always look out for you.”

Elain went red to the face but gave him a huge smile. “ I know,” she answered as they entered the building.

Cerridwen and Nuala came out of the car and gathered with the rest of the girls as they saw the scene play before them.

“Ugh he is such an idiot,” said Nesta crossing her arms and looking at them.

“Leave them alone Nesta,” Feyre answered laughing, “ They need time.”

“They are both idiots,” answered Nuala rolling her eyes, “They are the only ones who don’t know they are madly in love with each other.”

“It’s going to be a long week,” Cerridwen answered holding her sister by the shoulders and directing her to the building.

“Yes, it will” Answered Nesta walking with arms intertwined with Gwyn who was giggling.

Emerie shakes her head with a small chuckle and follows everyone inside

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