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Azriel x fem!reader - Just a dress

Summary: While shopping with Mor, Y/N is asked to model a beautiful wedding dress for a bridal shop in need of a last-minute replacement. She agrees, enjoying the fun of it—until Azriel, her mate, sees her. His shadows tighten, his gaze dark and intense. It’s just a dress… so why does it feel like something deeper?
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Y/N glanced at Mor, who was already grinning like she had won the lottery. “Oh, you have to do it,” Mor urged, practically bouncing on her heels.
The shop attendant clasped her hands together. “It’s a simple favor—just try on the dress, walk around a little, and in return, we’ll compensate you.” Her gaze swept over Y/N’s tall, elegant frame. “You’re perfect for it.”
Y/N tilted her head, considering. It did sound fun. And it wasn’t every day she got to play dress-up in a gown fit for royalty.
“Alright,” she said with a smirk. “Let’s do it.”
The attendant beamed and led them inside, where Y/N was soon whisked into a dressing room. The gown was decadent—intricate embroidery shimmering in the light, a full, sweeping skirt, and delicate lace detailing. When they placed the diadem on her head and finished her makeup, she barely recognized herself in the mirror. She looked… ethereal. Regal.
Mor’s gasp as she stepped out confirmed it. “Holy shit, Y/N.” Her eyes widened with something between awe and mischief. “Azriel is going to pass out when he sees you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the little flutter in her stomach at the thought.
She had agreed to walk around the boutique and outside for a bit, letting potential customers see the dress in motion. And of course, Mor was already plotting.
Y/N smirked. “Just don’t let Az see it.”
Mor’s wicked grin only widened. “Oh, no promises.”
Y/N gracefully walked alongside the shop representative as they guided her to the designated path where she’d be showcasing the dress. The streets of Velaris, always lively, now had curious onlookers pausing in their steps as she passed. Some whispered, some openly admired, and more than a few stopped in their tracks entirely.
Mor strolled beside her, looking far too pleased with herself, hands clasped behind her back like she was completely innocent.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, she had already reached out to Rhys through their mind link.
You need to get your asses down here. Now.
Rhys’s response was immediate. What did you do?
Mor barely contained her excitement as she side-eyed Y/N, who was completely unaware of the unfolding scheme. Not what I did. What Y/N did. She’s walking through Velaris in a wedding dress.
There was a moment of stunned silence before multiple voices chimed in at once.
Cassian: YOU’RE JOKING. WE’RE ON OUR WAY.
Rhysand: This I have to see.
Amren: Hah. Poor Azriel.
Azriel: …What?
Mor grinned but kept her expression neutral as she turned to Y/N, who was still elegantly making her way through the street, oblivious to the storm about to descend.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Y/N, completely unaware of the chaos she’d just unleashed, continued walking with effortless grace, the luxurious wedding gown flowing around her like stardust. The diadem atop her head caught the light, making her look every bit the ethereal, untouchable bride. People on the street kept stopping to watch, whispering amongst themselves. Some even clapped in admiration.
Mor, biting her lip to keep from outright laughing, linked arms with her as they neared the end of the walk. “You know, you look obscenely good in that dress.”
Y/N smirked. “Of course I do.” Then, with mock seriousness, “It’s a shame no one I know is here to see it.”
Mor nearly snorted. If only Y/N knew.
Because right at that moment, Cassian, Rhys, Amren, and—most importantly—Azriel appeared at the edge of the street, blending into the crowd.
Rhys, hands in his pockets, took one look at Y/N and let out a low whistle. Damn.
Cassian, on the other hand, was losing his mind. “OH. MY. GODS.” He practically bounced on his feet. “I knew this was gonna be good, but this—this is better than I ever could have imagined.”
Amren crossed her arms, eyes flicking between Azriel and Y/N with amusement. “He’s going to combust.”
And Azriel—Azriel was frozen.
The moment his eyes landed on Y/N, everything else blurred into insignificance. The gown, the diadem, the way she moved with such natural confidence—it was lethal. She was breathtaking on any given day, but like this? Like this?
It took everything in him to school his expression, to keep himself from storming over, yanking her against him, and demanding when exactly she was planning to tell him she looked like that in a wedding dress.
Mor, watching all of this unfold, casually said through the mind link, Enjoying the view, Az?
His shadows curled tighter around him. You knew about this.
Obviously.
Cassian, watching Azriel’s battle for control, leaned over and whispered, “So, when’s the wedding?”
Azriel shot him a look so sharp it could have gutted a man. Cassian only grinned wider.
And then—Y/N finally noticed them.
Y/N, still blissfully unaware, turned her head slightly, about to make some offhand comment to Mor—when she spotted them.
Her steps faltered for a split second as her pale green eyes locked onto the group of familiar faces. And then—she saw him.
Azriel stood slightly apart from the others, his wings half-flared, shadows coiling around him in a way that told her everything. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his hazel eyes burned hotter than the sun.
“Oh, fuck,” Y/N muttered under her breath.
Mor cackled.
Cassian was barely holding in his laughter, whispering something to Rhys, who was just standing there, smug as all hell. Amren, as usual, looked more entertained than anything.
And Azriel?
He stalked toward her.
Y/N straightened automatically, an instinctive reaction to the sheer force of his gaze. As he closed the distance, she could practically feel the possessiveness rolling off him in waves, feel the weight of it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his shadows swirled around his boots like they, too, were ready to drag her close and never let go.
She tilted her head, offering a smirk despite the sudden racing of her heart. “Well, hello there, shadowsinger.”
Azriel stopped right in front of her, his gaze sweeping over everything—the gown, the diadem, the way the silk hugged her curves just right.
“You didn’t think to mention this?” His voice was low, edged with something dark, something claiming.
Y/N’s smirk widened. “I didn’t think I needed to.”
Azriel let out a slow breath, his wings twitching slightly before he reached out, fingers brushing along the delicate embroidery on her sleeve. His touch was light, reverent—dangerous.
“This,” he murmured, eyes flicking up to hers, “is unfair.”
Y/N hummed, enjoying the heat in his gaze far too much. “Oh? Why’s that?”
Azriel’s lips parted like he was about to answer, but Cassian—because of course he did—ruined the moment.
“So,” the general called, grinning like a madman, “should we just start planning the wedding now or—”
Y/N turned sharply. “Cassian.”
Cassian held up his hands. “I’m just saying! You’re already in the dress—”
“I will fight you.”
“I’d like to see you try in that gown.”
Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, you absolute menace—”
But before she could launch herself at him—before she could even move—Azriel’s hand curled around her wrist, tugging her back toward him, his chest brushing against hers.
“You do look stunning,” he murmured, quiet enough that only she could hear.
Y/N blinked up at him, momentarily thrown off by the softness in his voice, by the intensity in his eyes.
Her breath hitched.
For once, she didn’t have a clever response.
Azriel’s fingers skimmed up her arm, a featherlight touch that sent a shiver through her. His eyes were still locked onto hers, intense, unreadable, drinking her in like she was something rare, something his.
Y/N swallowed. “You—” She cleared her throat, grasping for something smug to say, something to lighten the heat pooling in her stomach. “You keep looking at me like that, and I might think you’re planning something.”
Azriel’s lips barely twitched, his only response a slow, deliberate glance down the length of her. “I’m definitely planning something.”
Mother above.
Mor, meanwhile, was enjoying this way too much. “I have never seen you look so—” she wiggled her fingers dramatically in Azriel’s direction “—feral.”
Azriel didn’t even acknowledge her.
Rhys was still grinning, arms crossed, looking like he was storing this entire moment away for blackmail later. “I have to say, I didn’t expect this today.”
Y/N scoffed. “Neither did I, to be fair.” She gestured to the decadent gown. “It was supposed to be fun, not—” She flicked her eyes back to Azriel, whose expression hadn’t softened in the slightest. “—whatever this is.”
“This,” Azriel echoed, voice quieter now, though no less intense.
Y/N arched a brow. “You don’t like it?”
Azriel huffed a breath, stepping even closer, until she could feel his warmth, until his wings partially wrapped behind her like he was shielding her from everyone. His fingers skimmed the side of her waist, grazing the delicate fabric.
“I love it,” he admitted, so quiet only she could hear. “And I hate that everyone else can see you in it.”
Oh.
Y/N’s breath caught.
Azriel’s lips tilted up slightly. “You knew this would drive me insane.”
She grinned, regaining some of her composure. “Did I?”
His fingers flexed on her waist. “You did.”
Cassian clapped his hands. “Alright, lovebirds, before you two start making out in the middle of the street—”
Y/N threw him a glare, but he only smirked.
Amren, ever the voice of reason, just sighed. “Can we go now?”
Y/N huffed, shooting one last glance at Azriel before stepping back. He let her go—reluctantly—but his shadows still curled around her ankle as if refusing to let her slip too far away.
She smirked. “If you behave, shadowsinger, maybe I’ll wear this just for you later.”
Azriel’s jaw tightened.
Cassian whistled.
Mor lost it.
And as Y/N strode past them, chin held high, she could feel Azriel’s eyes still burning into her, still tracking her every movement, still plotting ways to make her pay for this little tease.
Maybe I should keep the dress.
Y/N felt the weight of Azriel’s gaze long after she had passed him, heat crawling up her spine as she tried—tried—to keep her composure. The gown, the diadem, the makeup… it was all just supposed to be fun, something ridiculous and lighthearted. But now?
Now she was very aware of the fact that she had just paraded down the street looking like a bride, while her mate—her dangerously possessive mate—stood there looking like he was barely restraining himself from throwing her over his shoulder and flying them straight home.
Mor, still at her side, was cackling. “You’re evil for that.”
Y/N grinned. “I know.”
Cassian strolled up beside them, shaking his head. “You do realize you just gave him about a hundred new fantasies, right?”
Y/N snorted. “As if he didn’t already have them.”
Mor hummed. “True, but now? Now it’s personal.”
A shiver trailed down her spine, but before she could hink too much about it, the bridal shop representative rushed over, delighted by all the attention Y/N had drawn. “Oh, this was perfect!” The woman beamed. “You looked exquisite—so poised, so regal. And your mate—Mother above, his reaction was exactly the kind of passion we want associated with our dresses.”
Y/N barely held in a laugh. If only they knew.
The woman clapped her hands. “Would you consider modeling for us again in the future?”
Mor lost it, clutching her stomach as she doubled over in laughter.
Y/N smirked. “I’ll… think about it.”
She could feel Azriel’s shadows still lingering near her, like they refused to let her out of their sight. Good. Let him suffer a bit.
Still, as she walked back to the shop to change, she sent a whisper through the bond.
Did you enjoy the show, shadowsinger?
A pause. Then, a voice like a dark promise.
You’ll pay for that, starlight.
Y/N’s stomach flipped.
Maybe she would keep the dress.
Y/N grinned wickedly as she stepped back into the bridal shop, Mor still laughing beside her. The moment the door shut behind them, she pressed a hand to her chest, her heart hammering as Azriel’s words lingered in her mind. You’ll pay for that, starlight.
Oh, she knew that tone.
And she absolutely planned to drag it out for as long as possible.
“Did you see his face?” Mor wheezed, wiping at her eyes. “Y/N, I swear to the Mother, I have never seen him like that before. He looked like he was this close to starting a public riot.”
Y/N smirked. “I was hoping for a reaction.” She turned, admiring herself in the massive mirror. “Didn’t expect to look this good, though.”
The gown was decadent—pure white with intricate silver embroidery that shimmered under the light. It clung to her curves, cascading in elegant folds, and the diadem in her long hair only added to the illusion of royalty. She looked like she belonged in an ancient, otherworldly court, a queen stepping out of legend.
And Azriel had seen it.
Y/N felt the heat of his gaze even now, the intensity that had burned through the crowd. Her smirk deepened.
Mor nudged her. “You have to keep this dress. I mean, come on. You look like some celestial queen.”
Y/N hummed. “You just want to see Azriel suffer more.”
“Absolutely.” Mor grinned. “And so do you.”
She didn’t even bother denying it.
After a few more minutes, Y/N reluctantly stepped back into the dressing room to change. The moment she pulled the heavy gown off, she exhaled, shaking her head at herself. She had just been playing along with the whole thing, but now, a deeper thought crept in.
Marriage.
She and Azriel hadn’t talked about it, not really. But standing out there, with the entire Inner Circle watching, with him watching, the thought had settled in a way it hadn’t before.
Would she marry him?
The answer struck her as effortlessly as breathing. Of course. She was his, just as he was hers. There was no question about it.
But still, the idea of it—the reality of a ceremony, of wearing a dress like this with intention—sent an unfamiliar feeling curling in her chest.
Excitement.
A little bit of fear.
And a lot of amusement, because she knew Azriel was still reeling.
By the time she stepped out in her normal clothes again, Mor had already sent another message through the bond link. Y/N raised a brow.
Mor just winked. “You’ll see.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but when they finally stepped out of the shop, she did see.
Or rather—she felt it.
Azriel.
Leaning against the wall just outside, shadows curling around his frame, golden skin taut with restrained tension. His hazel eyes—burning—traced over her, head to toe, like he was still seeing her in that gown.
Y/N’s breath caught, but she smirked. “Came to pick me up, shadowsinger?”
His voice was dark silk. “Had to make sure you weren’t planning to run off and get married without me.”
Y/N let out a soft laugh, stepping close, just enough to taunt him with her presence. “Now, where’s the fun in that?”
Azriel’s eyes flickered with something dangerous. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured,
“You will pay for that, starlight.”
Y/N’s stomach flipped. Again.
Mor stifled a laugh behind them.
Y/N just tilted her chin up, meeting his smoldering gaze with a challenge. “Looking forward to it.”
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I hate when antis claim that Azriel “coddles” Elain. Aren’t most MMC usually protective of their women? Eventually Azriel will have to trust his girl on her own but I don’t see his overprotectiveness as a weakness towards her, it just means he will do anything to defend what is his.
I think Elain will be just as protective towards him and I can’t wait to see it ❤️
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Modern Azriel
#by me <3#I would love for him to play the piano#drinking wine and obsessiving over Elain#pro azriel#azriel aesthetic#Azriel#acotar#azriel spymaster#azriel shadowsinger
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@azrielappreciationweek | Day 1: Cool Quiet
For cool quiet, I wanted to explore the imagery surrounding Azriel. He’s often symbolized as Hades, and he and Elain have been given the Hades/Persephone aesthetic by Sarah. Azriel born of darkness is searching for his light and I just know Elain will be that shining beacon of hope for him. 🦇💙
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Singing my heart out
Pairing : Azriel × reader
Word count : baby , Idk
Summery: Azriel is your roommate and you are in the mood to blast out songs but didn't expect Az to see you singing your personal concert .
Warnings : some kissing scenes, banter, fluff .



I looked outside the window, the city was bustling and small lights marked the streets. I couldn't hear the city noise, thanks to the soundproof glass but I was comforted by others going about their night.
I was having too much energy for tonight, and it will probably bite me in the ass later when going to bed and not being able to sleep.
So I turned towards my room and searched for my speaker and microphone which I had gifted myself as last year's birthday present. I wanted something fun and a dance song to get this pent-up energy out.
" Perfect, this is the one "
I grabbed my microphone and put on Taylor Swift cause there's nothing I love more than Miss Tay's music.
I started bobbing my head with the beat and closed my eyes.
" Midnight "
" You come and pick me up, no headlights
Long drive
Could end in burning flames or paradise"
Now I am doing a full-blown dance and singing like I am Miss Tay, ohh how I wish !!
"Fade into view, oh
It's been a while since I have even heard from you "
Now I am just letting go and feeling this music baby !!
"And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads, but I
That's it, this room is my concert and I am doing a show for the audience.
And I am singing as loud and proud as I can " You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"
I am imagining someone's eyes they are golden and warm like honey and they hold me captivated. With my eyes held closed, I imagine him with his beautiful face looking at me with so much heat.
His eyes did not leave mine, not even blinking.
"You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"
His piercing gaze on me and his Adam's apple moving and now I am hot and bothered. With a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.
"So it goes
He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm
Takes me home
The lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mm, yeah"
I can't stray my eyes away and I just want to tear his clothes apart with my bare hands. And he's taking off his coat, the fuzzy feeling in my lower belly expanding.
"I say, "I heard, oh
That you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl"
And that other gurl, I am gonna kill that one yeah!
He says, "What you heard is true, but I
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and I"
I said, "I've been there too a few times"
Yeah but gotta pretend that doesn't bother me. Yeah and as I open my eyes to roll them
There were warm eyes
Wait what ??
I stared, my eyes wide, song forgotten, Taylor you really need to shut up now.
His mouth tilted upwards, he looked at me from afar, arms crossed across his chest, the tattooed muscles bulging.
Standing and leaning against my door frame looks delicious with droplets dripping down his face, one coming down his neck and ...
Okay! Snap out of it.
I quickly or tried to turn off the speaker, turned calmly and placed my microphone on the bedside table, my back to his I took a deep breath.
" You don't have to stop at my expense, darling "
And coughed right out of the air. Turning towards him said, " Umm .. well I kinda was hoping I was alone "
I said looking down and playing with my hands and the string of my pajama pants !!
Oh no, I am in my pajamas! These are hideous.
" Well we can't let that whole show, go to waste can we ?"
Quickly untangling my hands, I looked up, " How long were you standing there ?"
" Since your tight little skirt, yeah that's what that was, isn't it? "
I tried to fight the blush creeping up my face but it was no use.
" It was an amazing show though, I thought I was having a heavenly experience. "
He said still leaning, still with his stupid smirk which was now turning into a smile.
" Shut up, I thought I was alone and wanted to burn off some energy, okay !? "
I said folding my own hands across my chest and his gaze moved towards my chest. Then I realized, were not covered with bras and we were perked up because of my little show here.
His gaze moved upwards but that smile had turned into something malicious.
I quickly dropped my hands to my sides, still unsure why had I put on my pajamas so early.
He stalked towards me.
" What are you... doing?"
He didn't stop until he was a foot away from me.
Feeling his warm breath, I tilted my head upwards, almost injuring his chin and my head.
"Oops sorry."
I said with intent to take a step back but his arms sneaked around my waist holding me in place and flushed against his.
Leaving me no room to breathe, he bent down brought his mouth close to my face and whispered in my ear
" Y/N, I can suggest many activities to release that energy ."
Too flabbergasted to answer I just stood there not breathing, just still.
" Y/N, darling you need to breathe."
I snapped out of it and took a slow, steady breath.
"Az," I said or wished to say but it came out as a whisper.
" Mhmm, yes ." He rumbled, his eyes darting between my mouth and eyes.
I felt his words to my core, but an idea snapped at me.
" That song, I was imagining Cas," I said fighting a smile.
His eyes snapped towards mine, the lust circling in his eyes, tampered down but still there.
He pulled himself back, his hand still around my waist.
" What did you just say ?" Raising an eyebrow, he said.
" I said ...."
I say saying every word and sound painfully slowly.
"I dare you to say another man's name right now," he said possession and jealousy in his eyes as he slowly stepped towards me.
I smirked and looked in those dark yellow eyes
I stepped back but due to the bed behind me I fell
" Oomph"
As we fell on the bed, I pinned underneath him.
" I said Cassi-"
His wings were tucked neatly and unraveled, and both hands were on either side of my face. He caged me and kissed me roughly with passion and so much hunger, I couldn't help but kiss him back but as I moved my hands for his hair, he grabbed both of my wrists and pushed them back into the mattress
I groaned he broke away from the kiss,
" This is your punishment for trying to tease me. No hands on me, and you are my dessert, which I am going to have early. "
He said smiling wickedly and as I went to pout, he roughly kissed me again.
That's how we spent our evening and safe to say I slept very peacefully that night with all the ' Activities' that I had done.
I hope you enjoyed this, it was my first time writing my crazy thoughts down so please feel free to correct me or give any feedbacks that you have. If you have any Azriel requests, do share these and I will talk to you soon.
Byeeee !!
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elriel elain archeron & azriel acotar
#aesthetic#a court of frost and starlight#a court of wings and ruin#a court of silver flames#a court of mist and fury#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#acotar aesthetic#azriel#azriel aesthetic#elain archeron#elain archeron acotar#azriel acotar#elriel#elriel aesthetic#elriel acotar#elain archeron aesthetic#elain azriel#azriel elain
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— ⁺ 𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 , the SPYMASTER to the NIGHT COURT
❝ If I had not met a Shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair.
— ACOWAR page 612
MOODBOARD SERIES · 001
#azriel#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#pro azriel#azriel moodboard#moodboard#acotar moodboard#pinterest#pinterest moodboard#azriel aesthetic#acotar aesthetic#aesthetic
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“I don’t really know where I fit in anymore,” I admitted, perhaps only because the wind was screeching around us and Rhys had already winnowed ahead to where Cassian’s dark form flew—beyond the wall.
“I’ve been alive almost five and a half centuries, and I’m not sure of that, either,” Azriel said.
Maas, Sarah J.. A Court of Thorns and Roses eBook Bundle: A 5 Book Bundle (p. 690). Bloomsbury Publishing. Kindle Edition.
art credit: jessdraw.s on instagram
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Azris // I think I'm growing into someone you could trust // I want to shoulder the weight til my back breaks
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Azriel Shadowsinger 🔷
Doing everything in my power to avoid the cliche of Icarus imagery even though I very much would write Az or Cass an Icarian storyline
#Azriel#Acotar#one shadowy batboy please! to go!#azriel x reader#night court#angst#all angst that’s all he is#dark Azriel#acotar fanfiction#acotar fanart#Azriel aesthetic
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Masterlist
Azriel
Period Problems - Part 1 , Part 2
Between Shadows and Sunlight - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 (finished)
Just a Dress - One Shot
Beneath The Floating Lanterns - One Shot
The Inner Circle Banter x Azriel's mate!reader - Part 1 , Part 2
Night Incarnate - OC Brief , Veilforged Explained , Prologue , Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 , Part 11 , Part 12 , Part 13 , Part 14 , Part 15 , Part 16 , Part 17 , Part 18 , Part 19 , Part 20 , Part 21
#acotar#fanfic#azriel masterlist#masterlist#azriel acosf#azriel spymaster#azriel aesthetic#azriel x you#azriel x reader#azriel acomaf#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#azriel#azriel appreciation week#cassian acosf#cassian acotar#acotar fanfiction#rhys acotar#acosf#acomaf#acowar#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of silver flames#lucien vanserra#eris vanserra#feyre acotar#nesta archeron#mor acotar#amren
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“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” Elain to Azriel


#pro elriel#elriel#elriel supremacy#elain x azriel#queue#pro elain#elain and azriel#elain archeron#pro elain archeron#pro azriel#azriel aesthetic#elain aesthetics#elriel aesthetic#acotar#azriel and elain#seer and shadowsinger#sjm fandom#elriel endgame
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Ok I just saw your Vamp!Rhys brain rot headcanons post and I'm letting you know right now if you do not develop them into full blown chapters for Vamp!Rhys I'll literally sue for emotional damages ok thank you <3
lol I suppose I can make that happen ;)
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Ancient Recipes
The bed is, surprisingly, empty when you awaken, the last rays of evening light filtering in through a crack in the curtains. Your hands brush absently through the cold sheets as if they could tell you where he’d disappeared off to. He’s not usually up this early.
With a yawn, you slide out of bed and yank on one of his discarded shirts, leaving the silky button down open down the middle in a half-hearted attempt at decency before padding off in search of him.
The library and game room is empty, the curtains pulled tight, the air a little stuffy. You can hear Cassian snoring from behind his closed door and a tendril of shadow still guard’s Azriel’s door handle, telling you that he’s not off with either of them this early.
Eventually, you find yourself wandering down into the kitchen, expecting it to be empty too, but figuring it’s worth a shot. You’re surprised to find Rhys bent over the stove, shirtless, sleep pants slung low over his hips as he carefully chops a mix of vegetables. His ears twitch as you walk towards him, a sure sign that he hears your approach.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” he says without turning. You can hear the pout in his voice without seeing the purse of those full lips you love so much.
“Missed you,” you say as you slide your arms around his waist and bury your head between his shoulder blades.
He sets the knife down long enough to run a hand over where yours hold his waist. “I was coming right back.”
You place a kiss against his spine before leaning around him to get a better view of what he’s doing. “I didn’t know you could cook?”
“I am a thousand years old, Darling,” he purrs. “That’s a long time to not learn how to prepare a meal.”
There’s an old, hand written book propped up against the stone wall, the swirling script fading under the cruel hands of time in a language long forgotten. The pages are brittle and yellow now, the date written in the corner nearly illegible.
“What are you making?”
Skilled hands throw in diced vegetables and dried herbs into a pot simmering with some sort of red sauce. “Something my mother used to make me,” he says softly. “These are her recipes.”
Your chest tightens. He’d told you about the hunters that had killed his mother and sister not long after that night when those hunters had come for you. He’d, understandably, been on edge since, the encounter bringing up a lot of old memories he hadn’t touched. It’s little surprise that he would try and find some solace here.
“Smells good,” you say.
He twists and pulls you in front of him, so you can watch as he works. “Can’t find all the right ingredients,” he frowns. “Some of these spices have been lost to time. I think these will work instead. Hopefully.”
Rhys dips a wooden spoon into the bubbling liquid and brings it to your lips, “Try this for me?”
You give it a second to cool before taking a taste, the mixture both earthy and spicy, but deliciously warm. “It’s good!”
“Yes, but is it right?” He insists.
You tilt your head up to look at him, brows raised, “How would I know, Rhysand? By the sound of it, most of the things you’re missing were lost to the world before my parents were even born.”
You think if he was capable of it he might have blushed against the mistake. Instead, he kisses the top of your head. “I suppose I could ask Az.” He licks a bit of the mixture, frowning as he goes, before putting the spoon directly back into the pot. Apparently a key ingredient in ancient recipes is a little bit of saliva.
A moment later, the shadowy vampire emerges, summoned for this oh so important errand. Azriel’s dark hair is sleep tousled, shadows swirling lazily around his bare shoulders. Any other morning with the two males looking like this you would have climbed them like a tree, but this morning is apparently for other things, as Rhys nearly flings the spoon in Azriel’s direction.
“What am I missing?” He demands.
Az takes a taste and spits it into the sink. “What did you do?!” He all but shoves the two of you out of the way to reach for the spice rack in the cupboards above your head. “Your mother would have beat you with that spoon.”
“I know!” Rhys huffs. “What did I forget?”
Azriel starts opening old jars of dried herbs and adding them into the pot. “Egg and thyme for one thing, dumbass.”
Rhys grabs the book off the counter and looks more closely at the recipe, keeping one arm around your shoulders to have you close even so. “Oh, yeah I did forget the egg.”
Azriel cracks four of them into the mixture, before throwing in more herbs. “You’re cooking it too high too.”
Rhys brushes his lips over your hair. “Wanted to bring it to you in bed before you woke up.”
You twist and lean up on your toes to give him a proper good morning kiss. “I would have loved it anyway.”
“Human taste buds are disgusting,” Azriel huffs.
You hear Cassian’s footsteps before you see the half-awake vampire stumble into the kitchen. “Are we cooking what I think we are?”
“Not if Rhys has anything to do with it,” Azriel huffs.
“It was for Y/N!” Rhys returns. “I didn’t make enough for everyone.”
“But she’s so good at sharing,” Cassian says with a wink, his sleep thick voice enough to make heat pool between your legs.
Rhys lifts you up and places you on the counter, beside where Azriel still chops more ingredients, so he can kiss you deeper this time. “Mine.”
“Not with your cooking she’s not,” Azriel quips.
Cassian tuts as he comes over to Azriel’s other side and dips a finger into the now simmering pot. Azriel smacks his hand with the back of the wooden spoon and Rhys hisses, fangs glinting in the candlelight.
“How are you supposed to take care of the little human if you can’t even cook her a decent meal?” He brings his fingers to his mouth for a taste, then frowns. “Do neither of you own any peppers at all? What is this, baby food?”
“I added the aleppo, just as the recipe said!” Rhys retorts.
“You definitely didn’t! Your mother never made anything this bland!” Cassian insists.
“I’m following the recipe!”
Azriel snatches the book, scarred hands thumbing quickly through the pages. “I remember it being spicier.”
Rhys frowns. “Maybe we’re thinking of that other recipe she used to make?”
“No that one was for dinner,” Cassian returns. “I definitely remember a spicy breakfast dish. Especially on cold winter mornings.”
“He’s right,” Azriel chimes in, eyes still glued to the pages.
“I mean, our tastes did change when we turned, maybe we’re the problem?” Cassian asks, running a hand over his face in thought.
“Your tastes change when you turn?” You ask.
“A little,” Rhys says with a frown, violet eyes on the dish. “Maybe you’re right, Cass. Did you think it was spicy, Darling?”
“A little,” you reply. “It could use more, I think, but again, I’ve never tried it before so I’m not exactly an expert.”
Cass peers into the pot. “It looks right.”
Azriel sets the book back on the counter with nothing short of reverence. “Guess it is us.”
Rhys’s face falls, it’s like watching him lose a piece of the past. You take his face in your hands and kiss the tip of his nose. “I think any mother would be proud to know that you loved something so much that you put all this effort into sharing it, whether is tastes the same or not.”
His grin is soft, like the kiss he plants on your lips, taking his time to pull out of it.
“Thank you for sharing a piece of you with me,” you say.
Azriel scoops it up into four small portions, the wooden dishes old and reminiscent of a time long passed. Not the formal dining ware they bring out at parties, but a little piece of home that managed to survive the passage of time.
It’s delicious, Az had been right about needing the egg and thyme, it brings a more rounded flavor to the dish. But it would have been equally fine if Rhys had brought the first attempt to you in bed, simply because he loved you enough to try and make something for you even when he could not fully enjoy it himself. It tastes all the better because it’s something the four of you can share, can make new memories out of. You certainly will not forget it, not even in the coming change of your mortality.
“Well now you’ve got me curious for what other ancient recipes you’ve been hiding,” you say as the meal comes to a close.
“You make us sound like we’re old as dirt,” Cassian huffs.
You wink up at Rhys as he kisses your temple. “A thousand years is a long time. What else can you make for me?”
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Elriel Month 2025🌸🦇
Hi everyone!
We are so excited to present the official prompt descriptions for the fifth-ever ELRIEL MONTH!! Like the previous few years, we will have two prompts per week that center on different aspects and scenarios of the relationship between Elain and Azriel. We aim to foster a positive space for us to celebrate our favorite Seer and Shadowsinger. Remember to tag us (@elriel-month) to be featured on this page!
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Prompts
Death & the Maiden: May 1-4
In many ways, Elain and Azriel embody the "Death and the Maiden" trope: Elain personified as goodness and light, and Azriel as the broody, dark warrior surrounded by shadows. This prompt is all about exploring Elriel's light and dark aesthetic. How do you see this dynamic playing out?
🎨: jjflorentina (IG) | Comm: lunepapillons_ (IG) & gigiblodyn (twitter)
Star-Crossed: May 5-7
From the moment Rhys commanded Azriel to stay away from Elain, a great forbidden romance was born. Use this prompt to explore Elriel's star-crossed story: how do you see them defying fate (and their High Lord) to be together, despite the odds?
🎨: lacampanule (IG) | Comm: lazydaisyreads (IG)
Guilty as Sin: May 8-11
It wouldn't be an Elriel Month without an opportunity to explore our favorite couple's sexy sides. For this prompt, it's time to get spicy and highlight the chemistry between Elain and Azriel. Feel free to make things as NSFW as you'd like them to be!
🎨: artyventurer (IG) | Comm: emilysbookishtales (IG)
Free Will & True Love: May 12-14
Throughout the series, SJM emphasizes the importance of choice and free will - and this prompt is your chance to delve into how those things will play out for Elriel. What lengths will they go to choose each other? Will there be a grand "I choose you!" declaration?
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The Eyes & Ears of the Night Court: May 15-18
With Elain's gifts as a Seer and Azriel's skills as the Spymaster, these two are quite literally the eyes and ears of the Night Court. Let's explore how Elain and Azriel's powers complement each other. Do you imagine them working together? Undertaking spy missions? Using their powers to help one another?
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Fairytales: May 19-21
We certainly hope that Elain and Azriel have a fairytale romance in their future! For this prompt, indulge all your most whimsical, romantic ideas about Elriel. Maybe you want to explore a fairytale AU, or imagine them waltzing through a ballroom together - let your imagination run wild!
🎨: elainem97 (IG)
Peace & Quiet: May 22-25
As Feyre observes, Elain and Azriel find a peaceful refuge in each other. Use these days to explore Elriel's domestic life. How do you imagine their quiet moments at home? How do they spend their time together, and what hobbies do they share? What is their family life like?
🎨: adduani (IG) | Comm: elain_kingslayer (IG)
Visions of the Future: May 26-28
It's time to channel your inner Elain Archeron and make some predictions: what do you think the future has in store for Elriel? Now's your chance to share all your theories and predictions about how you see the future unfolding for these two lovebirds. The possibilities are endless!
🎨: lynx_illustration (IG) | Comm: duskcowboy_ (IG) & morganssecretgarden (IG)
Free Day: May 29-31
For the final days of Elriel Month, feel free to celebrate Prythian's prettiest couple however you see fit. There's only one rule for this prompt: show your love for Elriel. Beyond that, the sky's the limit!
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