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myromanempiree · 20 days ago

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a/n: its secret santacotar time!! My beautiful recipient is @shadowsingers-mate with an elucien piece! I really hope you like it <3

PLEASE NOTE: this is in no way related to the guilty as sin drama, the song just fits :)

Summary: what made Elain return the necklace? 1.1k words

Warnings: mentions of elriel, nipple play, elain is lwky a horny mess

Elain stood there in the living room, alone.

After what she had perceived to be the perfect to start something, something to distract her from the dull singing in her chest, Azriel had left her alone. Not even a whispering shadow to keep her company after his abrupt exit, paired with a nearly panicked, yet cold, "this was a mistake."

She couldn't help but wonder if the shadow singer had been correct.

It was hurtful, at the least. She didn't particularly feel anything magical for the male— aside from the sensation in her lower region— but how he departed was jarring. It was rather rude, even, providing no explanation after nearly kissing her lips which previously had been untouched for a time just shy of two years.

With a long, drawn out sigh, she began making the trek back to her room,not bothering to look back into the corridor in hopes he'd come back and finish what he started. To be frank, a lingering part of her, a traitorous part of her that sings along to the melody of the warm glowing thread strung to her rib, rejoiced that the male didn't come back.

She ran lithe fingers along the wall, gaze trained on the jewel-toned ruby slippers that Mor had so intently stated matched her complexion, quote— 'gorgeously.'

A low huff leaves her lips as she dreamed open the door leading to her bedroom, the room decorated abundantly in all sorts of fauna Rhysand and Feyre had so graciously provided. Wide, heart-shaped leaves from the tropics of Summer drape over a macrame hanger, vines decorate the walls, and flowers from every part of the Continent and Prythian sit patiently in clay pots. Waiting for the warm glow of the sun that currently hides in the night.

She could resonate with them, sunlight always cheered her up and cleared her hazy mind from any lingering visions.

As Elain walked to her bed, she unclasped the necklace the Shadowsinger had given her and placing it on her desk. Looking at the delicate glass rose, its pink tint turning pale from the silver-white light of the moon. Now that she looks at it, without the haze of lust, the night diminishes its beauty.

With a deep, slow breath, she pushed the thoughts aside and slipped off the slippers, climbing into the welcoming embrace of her bed, bringing the pink, yellow and blue quilt up to her chin and falling asleep.

The sunlight filters in through the stained glass of her greenhouse, the lush greenery steadily moving in the warm breeze, and the comforting scent of soil fills her nose. Her gloved hands bury into the soil to properly distribute the damp clay and slit. Patting the top of her creation with a contented smile. Leaning back to peel off the gloves, delicately setting them down onto the glass table.

A familiar click of slightly heeled boots along the cobbled paths, echo in the otherwise quiet greenhouse. Strong arms wrap contentedly around her waist, a warm face burying into her neck. “Hello, my love.” Lucien said softly, kissing along the gentle curve of her neck.

“I apologize for being late, Helion dragged on the meeting.” he murmured, pulling her against his chest, “You’re alright… I suppose.” She said, smiling up at him, dimples forming into her cheeks, turning in his gentle embrace to wrap her arms around his neck, guiding his lips to hers.

“You suppose?” He began with an amused chuckle, before sobering “I missed you dearly, Petal.” He said, thumb circling along her waist, kissing her again before his soft lips travel down her neck, a low groan leaving his lips.

“I’m desperate, my love. It’s been so long without holding you in my arms.” He said dramatically, pulling her closer.

“It's only been two hours.” Elain chirped back at him, running a hand along his cheek and twirling a stray braid from his mess of hair. Eyes meet, the male's gaze anything but expectant, only full of adoration and hunger. A roll of her eyes caused him to immediately loosen his grip on her, blinking away the lingering hunger. A dash of mischief fills her eyes, her hand gently tugging on the collar of his shirt.

“I never said no, my love.”

With that simple permission, he kissed her passionately, pulling her closer, taking bits of her skirts into his fists, almost to restrain himself from eating her alive. A soft sound escapes her lips as he nibbles on her bottom lip, urging him to pick her up, pushing her gloves off the table and setting her on it. “Lucien–” she said, gasping and nosing under his ear as he kissed her pulse, feeling her heartbeat creciendo under his lips, causing him to groan in her ear, a soft croon more than anything.

“Mother, I love you so much it hurts.” He said, grinning against her neck as she shivers in his hands. He immediately began pulling at the laces of her corset, huffing against her skin as it fell, pulling the puffed chemise down with it. Exposing her to the warm air of the green house. Lucien eyes (eye?) dilate at the sight of her exposed for him, only to let out a soft groan as she teasingly tugged on the golden thread intertwining their souls as one.

Lucien looks up at her again, eyes quietly asking her if she is alright with this. When she nodded, he began to kiss along her clavicle, teeth slowly and delicately dragging along her shoulder, encouraging a soft moan to fall from her lips. Gasping softly as he took her breast into his mouth, running a warm tongue along the bottom and coming up to suckle on her hardened nipple.

He held her against him and continued his ministrations, large fingers moving up to pinch at the spare his mouth wasn't on. She could feel his heartbeat under her fingers as she set her hands onto his chest. Pressing her face into his hair. “Darling” she weakly cooes. Kissing along his forehead lovingly.

But just as he descends lower, her eyes flutter open, revealing her dark bedroom, everything the same.

Her hand flies up to her heart, feeling the beat against her fingers, matching that of Lucien's in her…rather erotic dream. A searing blush kisses her cheeks, all of sudden feeling hot. She stood up out of her bed, shucking off her lace robe, and beginning to pace around.

’Why on earth would I have such a dream?’ she thought to herself, flapping her hands to urgently fan at her face. Though, deep down, she knew why. And it only little had to do with the glowing in her chest, it was because of the male attached to the other end of it.

Eventually, her legs grew tired from pacing, and she was sure she wore a divot into the floorboards. So she sat down on her bed, staring at her shaking hands. Before eventually looking up, a dull glimmer caught her eye. Turning to look at it. It was the rose necklace Azriel had gifted her, it was beautiful, but in the wake of the fluttering butterflies in her stomach that the mere dream of her mate, it felt…abysmal.

So she stood up, scooping the glasswork into her hands, taking the trek back to the living room.

Upon seeing the glimmering tree, she set the necklace back into the pile of presents. Walking away without looking back.

a/n: it feels good to get the pen out :))

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lady-of-tearshed · 8 months ago

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Blinded

Azriel x Reader

Summary:

Word count: angst, feeling worthless, yelling, cursing, betrayal, jealousy, big sad people, pregnancy (Elucien), injuries, violence. Yup.

A/N: Honestly? Be prepared. 🤣💕

Again, thank you @sarawritestories for always giving me to kick in the butt I need when I'm stuck! 💕 Thanks @milswrites for the moral support too ily 🥰

Azriel was staring at your lips. Those full sultry lips painted with that same shade of pink Elain loves to wear.

Only, you weren’t Elain.

He tried to convince himself that he could get over it, get over Elain. He could love, praise, and touch another female without thinking about her.

Could he?

“Az?” You whisper, each one of your rapid breaths formed a cloud that filled the small gap between yours and Azriel’s face. His grip on your hips loosened as he snapped back into reality. He gulped down his shame. Shit. Your eyes, so soft, and loving, and pure filled with concern, Azriel’s stomach dropped. “Are you alright?” She stroked his face, his lips. His lips were still swollen from the kiss…

From the kiss that he fantasized about sharing with another woman.

He tried to shake the thought of Elain away, tried to ignore his shadows whispering wrong, wrong, wrong in his ears. He could do it, he knew it. You were kind, very pretty, caring… “Yeah,” He whispered, before attacking your lips once again. The kiss was feral, rough. His lips were crashing hard against yours, teeth clashing, as he tried so desperately to forget about Elain’s softness.

Your heart was beating in sync with the loud, yet distant busy chatting of the crowd at Rita’s, situated not far from the gloomy alley you and Azriel had stumbled out to. The frenzy was too intense for you to wait before touching him, tasting him, smelling him. Your lips parted when the exposed skin, compliments to the deep cut of your dress that barely covered your body, collided with the cool surface. The earthy and vigorous taste of the wine you had imbibed earlier that night filled his own mouth as his tongue caressed yours.

Elain would’ve drank something sweet, or fruity.

He slowly pulled away from you, his thumb grazing the exposed skin on the small of your back. It sent shivers up your spine, and your nipples hardened. He stared at you, observed how red your cheeks were, how his lips had smushed your lipstick, how the smell of you changed from your arousal. But the love and adoration that shone into those eyes, your eyes, felt like a stab in his cruel heart.

He couldn’t do this.

“Let me fly you back home,” His voice was raspy. He tried to give you a genuine smile, and pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead, his fingers combing through your now very disheveled hair. “Will you be staying?” He wanted to drown in the cauldron and succumb from his sorrows at the sound of your pleading, hopeful tone.

“Another night, when we’ll both be sober.” He lied. They had talked and danced more than they had to drink, he was far from drunk, and you too. But you just shrugged, offering him a kind and comprehensive smile. “Okay,” Was all that you’ve answered, before he picked you up into his arms and led you through the clear night sky.

He dropped you off, bowed his head, and said “Thank you, for tonight,” before flying away without another word. He didn’t even kiss you goodnight.

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The sky was clear, and the weather started to warm up in Velaris. You had gone shopping for lighter dresses today, and couldn’t wait to come back home and swirl in them for your Illyrian to see, since he had been too busy to spend the morning with you. There were always piles of paperworks lingering on his desk, you couldn’t blame him.

You turned on yourself in the mirror, admiring the last dress you had to try on. It was the prettiest, the deep blue fabric instantly drew you in. It was the exact same blue of Azriel’s siphons. “So, what do you think!” You beamed, spinning around to look into those pretty shades of hazel dancing in his eyes. Your toes were curling in your shoes, excited to get his reaction on your newest, and now favorite, piece of clothing.

“Mhm,” He hums absent-mindedly. Your face dropped, and your eyes turned a tad more glossy than normal. You lifted your chin up, and instead of exploding with rage, or bursting in tears, you cleared your throat as a last attempt to get his attention.

Desperate, pathetic.

Azriel lifted up his head at last, his eyes quickly scanned you, and he gave you a tiny smirk of approval, accompanied by a small nod of his head. “You look good, baby,” He adds, only for good measure.

Good. Not stunning, not flawless, not delightful, not ravishing… Just good. You noticed how Azriel’s eyes drifted back to whatever paperwork he was doing the second you turned back around to face yourself in the mirror, you noticed how his gaze did not linger on any of your features for one second. The shadowsinger had always been a man of few words, showing his love mostly through actions. But lately… lately he was also a man of few actions.

You gulped down your tears, maybe he was just busier than usual, you thought, and yet… You pinched your arm, mentally scolding yourself for being so selfish. Azriel worked hard, he always bought you anything you’d wish and ask for, even more. He had to work a lot to get you all that. You concluded that you simply needed to be more grateful and understanding.

Maybe he needed space. Maybe you were too clingy. You inhaled, trying to get all of the possibilities of why Azriel was acting this way around you out of your mind, and you exhaled. Inhaled, exhaled. You repeated the action a few times, and once you were sure that your voice was steady enough to talk to him, you did. “I'm going out to see Elain today,” You said, your eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror, secretly analyzing how his body reacted to the second Archeron sister's name.

Azriel barely reacted, only the slight twitch of his fingers around his pen proved your point. Something about Elain was upsetting him, but what? “Have fun,” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand. Azriel tried so damn hard to not think of how Elain’s scent would linger on your clothes for hours, maybe even days when you'll come back from your stupid little play date with her. Tried to ignore the insufferable truth that Elain, even when she belonged to another male, even when himself belonged to another female, to you, still haunted his memories every day, noon, and night.

“I will.” It took every ounce of your self-control to not snap at him. It was getting so hard to ignore that pull, that painful throb in your chest that kept screaming at you more, more, more! But deep down, you knew that Azriel would probably never be able to give you more.

To give you his heart, completely.

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“How is Azriel?”

Elain's melodic voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Your fingers still plucked at some invasive weeds competing with Elain's stunning flowers for the nutrients, sunlight, and water. But you didn't dare lift your eyes to meet hers, knowing she'd see the lies dancing in your eyes. “Good. Busy, but good,” Which was true, in some ways.

He kept telling you he was fine, and it was true that he was busier than usual, but deep down, you knew he wasn't doing “good”. Elain nodded, the chestnut curls that escaped her bun bouncing on her forehead as she did so. She knew better than to press the topic with you.

“You're… pale,” Her stunning doe eyes burned with concern, and you felt so bad for lying to your friend, even if it was only partially a lie. “I'm fine.”

Suddenly, the air shifted, and a cool breeze ran at the back of your neck, leaving a veil of goosebump on your delicate skin. The sound of Elain's gardening tools clashing to the ground made you jolt. You rapidly lifted your gaze, and gasped when you took I'm the sight of her once brown eyes now turned completely white, the wind flowing through her hair. It was as if she commanded the air itself.

“Leave him,”

Her voice didn't sound like her own, it sounded like nails on a blackboard, scrapping your soul. You hissed, covering your ears, your eyes wide with fear. But you could still hear her voice, and her face was so close. Your body was frozen in place, as if you were hypnotized by those cold white orbs, and your mind screamed at you to back off, to call for help. To call for Lucien, Elain’s mate.

“The shadow male is bound to be blinded.”

The shaddow male could only be Azriel. Was he okay? What was happening? You hated riddles. “Blinded by what?!” You pressed, begging for answers and yet begging for the kind Archeron to come back to her usual self.

“The seer… The shadow male is bound to be blinded by the seer.”

“Elain!” You hadn't heard the grass sweeping against Lucien's fancy leather boots. Nor his hurried footsteps, and breathing, as he not so delicately moved Elain away from you. You landed on your butt, but you didn't take Lucien's actions personally. After all, he was only reacting instinctively as a newly mated male. You swiped a hand on your face, your brain reeling from the information.

Rage, jealousy, despair.

“Y/N…” You faintly heard Elain's voice, her real voice, call out for you. You didn't even realize the tears that rolled down your cheeks until you felt her soiled hands brush against your damp skin. “I need to go,” You didn't wait to be granted your leave before you hastened back inside the River House.

You almost tripped on the marbled floors, your shoe soles were now slippery because of the dew that had coated your heels. You shoved them out of your feets, the coldness of the floors not bothering you for one bit as you kept running, and running through the halls.

Rhysand’s office doors slammed open, making the Shadowsinger, and the High Lord startle slightly. You felt your heart being ripped open when you saw his eyes, on you, filled with worry.

It has been years since he last looked at you, truly looked at you.

“What is this about?” Azriel rose from his chair, his steps towards you careful, his shadows swirling around you frantically. “Elain,” He froze in place, and his pupils shook. “Is she alright?” Her. It had always been her. Her safety, her well being, simply her. It would always be her before you.

The shadow man is bound to be blinded by the seer, not you.

“She is,” You gulped, swiping away your own tears, the tears he yet hadn't noticed. He reached his hand to touch you, but you smacked his hand away, and he frowned. “I am not, Azriel. I am not alright. This is not alright,” You gesture between him and you. “I'm done.”

The bond snapped into place only for him to tug on the crumbling thread, watching as you reject the one thing Azriel longed for most in this life. A mate.

He fell to his knees, his hand curled at his chest as he looked up desperately at you. “What have you done…” His voice shook, his face red with anger, shame even. “What have you done!” He screamed, desperately trying to hold onto the hem of your dress, trying to keep you here, with him. He was angry, furious, at himself, at you, at Elain, at the cauldron that kept torturing his fate over and over again.

Rhys ran to Azriel's side, holding him back. You stumbled back, ripping the hem of your dress out of Azriel grip. He sobbed, and screamed as his soul was being ripped in half. Yours was too, but the damage had mostly been done throughout those years of being ignored, unloved and denied. Your soul and heart have been broken for a while now. You winnowed away, far away, and never came back.

Good riddance.

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